Harrison stepped up to the plate, circling himself.
"I'll handle this," they said. They both drew a blue, shining pair of guns.
They aimed and pulled the trigger in the same lightening motion, and stumbled back, shocked, looking at their chests.
Both grinned.
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Name of character: Harrison Damage done: 13 CURRENT HP OF BOSS: 19/40 Current HP: 21/40 Special ability: King's Regret Current weapon equipped: Rage and Sorrow (2d10-6) TARGET: Harrisons
"Not that I've got anything against you," they told each other, locking weapons, "you're a handsome son of a b***h. I just need your key, is all."
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Name of character: Harrison Damage done: 8 CURRENT HP OF BOSS: 11/40 Current HP: 18/40 Special ability: King's Regret Current weapon equipped: Rage and Sorrow (2d10-6) TARGET: Harrisons
"And the thing is, after all this is over, me, I'm coming back, while you-"
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Name of character: Harrison Damage done: - CURRENT HP OF BOSS: 3/40 Current HP: 9/40 Special ability: King's Regret Current weapon equipped: Rage and Sorrow (2d10-6) TARGET: Harrisons
Toshihiko Two rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 3Total: 7 (2-20)
"Well, let's just say you won't have as much time to reflect."
His bullet hit first, and the figure exploded. Harrison stepped through the shattered glass shards, looking for the key.
He looked startled, then slowly, carefully, pulled it out of his own chest.
"Well that's creepy as s**t."
Harrison wiggled the key. "You boys ready to move on, or you want to explore a little?"
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Name of character: Harrison Damage done: 9 CURRENT HP OF BOSS: ded/40 Current HP: 9/40 Special ability: King's Regret Current weapon equipped: Rage and Sorrow (2d10-6) TARGET: Harrisons
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:21 am
"That was ... seriously creepy," Jordan said, and stepped forward slowly to settle a hand on Harrison's shoulders, searching his eyes, then leaning in to pull him into a hug. He'd watched very carefully, keeping track of his Harrison. The explosion of mirror shards helped reassure him, but the solid feel of Harrison's shoulders under his arm let the rest of the nerves slide away. And he smelled right.
"You're looking kind of roughed up." Jordan pulled back to study Harrison for a moment. "You okay to keep going?"
Sasha wasn't sure what was going on, really. The floors had been unlocked - until she reached one that wasn't. She blamed the entire situation on the sloppy instructions given by the gargoyle. Really, anything was better than taking blame on her owns shoulders.
When she could go no further, Sasha paused. She was immediately drawn to the door with the music, and as she opened the door, Sasha's eyes widened. Another gargoyle, though albeit far more friendly than the first, greeted her.
Following the creature's instructions, Sasha tried to dance. Apparently her muscles weren't limbered up just yet, and so according to Dreary Day Raven Sway she'd need to do some quick stretching exercises.
All limbered up, Sasha went to the record-o-thing-player-whatsit once more and music started playing. It took her a few seconds to get going, but once she did, magic happened.
To reach seventh, you must have the keys to open the locked door:
The Seventh Floor
The Prisoner: (You may not go back down the Tower past this point. Your group finishes in this thread.)
Beyond the door you find yourself on the seventh and final floor in a richly opulent chamber. A man of dark, unworldly beauty lounges on what appears to be an ornate casket, surrounded by hundreds of books. Many are old, thickly bound, and cracking with age, but mixed in are more modern books, brightly coloured paperbacks, and even comics. He stares down at the book in his hands, Avalon High, in discontent. "They all contradict one another and a few don't make any sense at all." Looking up, he takes you in with a sort of pleading frustration that should be obnoxious but comes off as rather vulnerable. You feel a need to help him, that somehow doing so will make life ever so much easier. "I don't remember most of it you see. I don't even know which I am, and all I can find are a hundred different versions of who I might be."
Tilting his head, he stares at you with eyes that gleam with an inner light, "But you're here to release me, correct? From this prison, and maybe from ignorance as well." The prisoner smiles at you and it fills you with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He gracefully holds out his hand to you, and without a pause you hand over all your keys, one of every colour. Lovingly he traces over every curve and tooth, and an unease fills you as they light up.
What was once vulnerable is now petulant. Charismatic sours into obnoxiously smug. He's still beautiful but it feels planned and arranged, from his hair to the way the lighting flatters him as he poses to artfully in this prison. Within moments the prisoner's hold over you fades, but he doesn't appear to mind. "I must have done something impressive, to merit this prison, don't you agree?"
With a wistful smile he crushes the keys easily and voices begin to fill the air.
...I know this is difficult, but you must not let them suspect...
...are you sure your true intentions remain hidden...
...you're like a son to me...
...my brother in all but blood...
...my disciple...
...my most trusted...
...my darkling prince...
...you...
Mordred.
Mordred?
Mordred!
Traitor.
The voices begin to grow too many, too rapid, too furious to pick apart any further. Sitting back, Mordred leans back and drinks it in. "I always had a feeling I might be the betrayer, you know. There's a certain glamour to being the bad guy that I find very charming." He smiles, "It was unsettling, though, to never know exactly which side I took in that tangled conflict." He makes a small gesture and you feel yourself grow brittle around and hard around the edges. "Such a relief to find that it was always my own."
Your form flattens and smooths until it’s shifted fully into a mirror. Glancing in you, his smile widens, "Thank you for freeing me, by the by. I suppose I'll have to give you something in return."
You remember how you see yourself. You remember how you think others see you in return. You receive a blessing of sorts:
Turning within the mirror you find yourself in a hallway full of mirrors, but none of them reflect you. Glancing back through the glass toward Mordred, you note a sudden rage filling his visage. And then suddenly he's engulfed in flames as an explosion fills the seventh floor. Inside the mirror everything begins to shake and rock, the hallway reflecting the fire, making it seem like the explosions went on forever.
The world around you begins to crack and shatter, forcing you to run along a path the hopefully leads to a new, more stable, world.
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