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 Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:43 pm
Aksaja frowned slightly at all the discussion about amputation and burning, wincing a bit. He could hardly believe Riley couldn't even feel the wound, as all of his own cuts and bruises from his fight with the Reaper were still aching. "Doesn't look like 'just a scratch' to me," he murmured - though his words were soft and not meant to provoke a confrontation or anything.
Quickly, he followed Sharra through the window, to find everyone inside discussing a note that apparently Sheridan had found inside the refrigerator, of all places. How odd. Wandering over near the plague doctor, Aksaja moved to lean over Malodore's shoulder just a bit so he could also read the note.
Something large from the sky . . . ? "A gargoyle . . . or a dragon . . . " he said softly, shivering slightly as he remembered his visions from before. Perhaps they weren't only hallucinations, but some kind of warning. And he still recalled all too well the huge thing from Christmas Town.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:47 pm
As he looked at the lighthouse, he wasn't sure if inside was somewhere he really wanted to be. ...But he wasn't ready to be alone just yet, not after finding people. Besides, there was likely to be little to no adventure out here (only the voices), all the adventure he'd wanted when this whole mess started was likely to be inside. Not that he really wanted more adventure right now...
"Alright," Draven murmured as he followed most of the group through the kitchen window, careful to mind the glass.
Inside, was a total mess. It seemed some of the students were looking at another note. Between that, the mess and the hooded figure from earlier, it didn't seem like they were in for a treat here.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:04 pm
It was Jericho's question, spoken aloud, that disturbed Sharra the most. Brows furrowing, he felt a distinct shudder run down his spine. "Well if they....want our bodies, I can only imagine they might want to reanimate us or somesuch nefarious scheme...though for what...I've no idea." That almost seemed cheerier than getting dissected somewhere. Honestly, he rather liked the whole set-up back during the last trip a touch better. Ah Jack.
Shoving his human hand in his pocket, the nergal closed his eyes for a moment. At least he felt like himself just now...though his clawed hand was curled, resting at his side...he'd not be using it again anytime soon, especially if other students were concerned. Now, if one of those dark reapers showed up, he'd be more than happy to give them a good swipe. "Either way..." He replied to Aksaja's out-loud musings, "It's not good."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:12 pm
Malodore read the note - though it could not frown given its rigid beak, its sense of trepidation was obvious in its voice when it spoke once more. "So they sent students here before... and continued sending them even after what happened to the first batch?" No, it definitely did not approve.
"We can also infer from this letter that the author was neither monster nor a flying race," it continued. "I grow even more certain that the hooded reapers we face are actually former students themselves..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:12 pm
Mac was pulling Charlie along like a parent would a child, and as he neared the broken window he realized just how many people were going through it, up to and including that Tentacled Demoness that he was already not too fond of. He spotted Arachne and Sepheran taking another route, and he felt almost jealous; he didn't want to go through the broken window anymore!
But Lizzy insisted on it, and just short of threatened him on the matter, too.
"Man, I wish there was another way." He said out loud, looking this way and that before his line of vision suddenly changed. Wait, what? Now he was the one being dragged! Though he was too startled to hear it, Charlie was babbling about something or another, but he DID catch a few key words, being 'too mainstream, man' and 'there!'; quickly following the Demon's gaze, Mac spotted the unlocked storm doors that lead into the cellar.
So, being dragged by Charlie, Mac entered the building from below, barely managing to yell a quick 'APPARENTLY WE'RE GOING THIS WAY' to Lizzy before they disappeared into the rotten smelling doors.
"Ugh, man, this is digusting" Mac gagged, letting go of Charlie to hold the end of his own sleeve to his nose and mouth, blocking the stench. "If you disappear on me in here, I'm going to end you." He warned his friend, already looking around the place...until he spotted the door, and the rusted wheel that should, in theory, open it.
"Who wants to try first?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:13 pm
It was obvious Petro did not get his injuries looked at, given the faint fleck-trail of blood that led from the window to the refrigerator then elsewhere. His shoulders were throbbing as did his leg while the cuts on his skin stung. Later it would occur to the horse boil that he could have just used something else to break the window but he'd already gone ahead and done it. Oh well. He knew he wouldn't have the strength to move the appliance and so had went to explore the rest of the house.
"'S nothing else here," he stated as he returned to the group. Seems he also used his exploration time to use the dangling strips of his torn bahag as a quick-fix for his bandages. Hopefully their dark, rusty brown color would make the bleeding less obvious. "Just another door that won't open and stairs going up," he added.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:23 pm
Looking from student to student as they gave their input on the matter, Jericho crossed his arms and thought on it some more. The idea of being reanimated was a disturbing thought, but he wasn't really sure if that was the reasoning. Then again, maybe there was no reason at all..
"You may have a point there Mal..." he murmured, "It'd explain a few things at least if that were the case. But who do you think built all the stuff on this island? Aside from those Reapers, I hadn't seen anyone around."
Well... there were the voices and the little girl Mac had seen. The dragon didn't think he could count those though.
Frowning, he glanced over at Tro and started to try and rummage through the junk just to be sure. He wasn't coming up with anything.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:27 pm
Mac had gone along with Charlies tangent and now the two were entering the building from below much to Charlies "too main stream" glee. He didnt want to be main stream after all bro.
The smell really would not have bothered Charlie all to much if he had been expecting it. But the pink haired demon had about as much warning as his reaper friend and thus the stench was a smack in the face.
"OH GOD OOOH GOOOOOD!" The demon slipped on a piece of rotting lettuce and found him self barrel rolling down the rest of the stairs with a symphony of thuds until one last loud one ended it all.
"STIIIIIIIINKS!" Was all Charlie managed to say. No comment on the fact he had just rolled down stairs rather painfully just a comment on the current scents he was inhaling. Yeah, it was that bad erasing the physical pain and replacing it only with a smell so rancid that even Charlie couldn't stand it. Wheezing, Charlie managed to pull him self up.
"You think.... some one farted down here long time ago bro? Cause I think some one farted down here. Thats fart smell I m smelling." Quickly Charlie brought a sleeved hand to his nose.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:45 pm
Aksaja nodded slowly at Malodore's theory that perhaps the Reapers here were former students. "Somehow, that makes a horrible sort of sense," he murmured, nodding to the plague doctor.
Turning to Jericho then, he shook his head slightly. "That's not really true. What about the guy on top of this thing? And the one that showed up back at camp? Sure, they have cloaks but I didn't see any weapons or familiars. Did anyone else?"
The way the one from camp had acted, it didn't seem like he (it?) was capable of building all of this stuff, but maybe there were more like him hiding somewhere.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:49 pm
Mac paid about as much attention to Charlie's slip as he might have paid to a falling leaf. Which is fancy speak for 'none'.
Mac was a true friend.
Coughing into his sleeve, the reaper fought to hold back a gag, feeling his empty stomach rumble and flop to try and find something, anything, to bring back up. He wasn't sure how to feel; thankful that he didn't have anything to puke, or regretting having an empty stomach, just because now the option of puking to relief it was gone.
In the end, he decided that the best course of action was to ignore the whole stomach issue, and just be disgusted with the smell. It was safer, less confusing, and at least he knew his enemy then.
"A Fart? Oh hell no, man. Not even my Uncle could make it this bad by himself!" Voice muffled by his sleeve, Mac did his best to stop gagging, and went about tugging on the rusted wheel. It didn't move an inch. "R-remember those disgusting twins when we were kids? Maybe it was their entire family." Now Mac was gagging for an entirely different reason; inbreeding, ugh.
"Go look around and see what you can find." Mac suggested, babbling now to try and get past the smell so rotten it was bringing tears to his eyes. "Like...why that Jackdamned TV is on."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:10 pm
"Or they're instructors."
It was possible they were students, but Sheridan wasn't convinced. Were that the case, said students must have been left on the island for a very long time, surely someone would have missed them in that time...then again...
It still felt too much like a game to him, as if they were all being toyed with like pawns on a chess board. The Ammityville instructors knew what was on the island, the -knew-, he was sure of that, and yet they had brought the students to this play anyway, had forced them here against their will.
"Does anyone else feel like this is just a game to someone, that they're sitting back and laughing at us all right now?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:12 pm
Charlie nodded and did as he was told by Mac. He started turning over this and that and this. The demon went so far as to actually look through some of the rotting food which in turn made Charlie almost puke.
"DUDE! This isn't just Charlie work I need help Mac." The stench was starting to really get to Charlie making him feel horrible. The deeper he dug and the deeper they went into this underground chamber (Thats right it was so none main stream it was flippin under ground. Word.) the more Charlie wanted to toss his cookies so to speak.
"And those twins were nasty... If we found them down here I really would puke bro."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:35 pm
The horse boil managed to only catch a few bits and pieces of the conversation. Seems they found another note and now they were all making theories of what could have happened. Tro had no idea what to say, his own thoughts would yield no new insight. "'S weird though. No remains or nothing of whoever wrote the note. But it ain't looking like anything broke through," he gestured to the formerly unbroken window with a jerk of his shoulder, "Did they, I dunno, leave the place through another way? Or y' think they got stuck up in the lighthouse?" he tilted his head, trying to make sense of things.
At Sheridan's question, Tro's brows furrowed. "Feels more like the whole thing's rigged for us to fail," he frowned, his hands balling into fists.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:01 pm
[And here I was, sleeping in. >.>]
She had initially wanted to go through the window - and it seemed like Petro had already made an opening for them, so it would be a waste not to - but placing all their hopes on one area is bad, right? Eggs in one basket and whatnot... If it was a trap, they just walked right into it! Arachne and Sepheran took care of the upper window, and to her initial dismay, Charlie and Mac had went for... Uh, some other entrance she had failed to notice before. as she thought about it though, she realized that they were actually smart for doing that.
... Now what should she do?
"Macccc, Charlieee!" She found herself moving away from the broken window and towards the basement entrance, yelling down the stairs as she covered her nose with a hand, frowning at the offending smell drifting from the basement. If the smell of mold in the kitchen was bad, this was much, much worse.
"Ugh..." She muttered before walking down the steps; she was going to enter from below.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:15 pm
"Hhhhnnnng!" Mac groaned out, putting as much weight as he could into turning the old, rusted and stuck wheel. He had been forced to grip the whell with both hands, which meant the rotting stench hit him full force...and that might have also been the reason for all the disgusted noises he was making in addition to the ones of strain.
"What? That's totally Charlie work, man. Totally." He argued back, before holding his breath and trying the wheel again. Nothing. "********, this thing just isn't gonna budge, man." The Reaper lamented, perched precariously on the ladder with his hands above him on the wheel.
He was just about to jump down and help Charlie when he heard Lizzy's noise of disgust. Wow, she followed them into this digustingly rank basement? Oddly enough, she just earned herself a respect point! Just one, though.
"Hey, Charlie! Lizzy's here, get her to help you." Was pretty much the only 'Hi, Lizzy' that the spider demoness was going to get at this rate. "She looks like she could use a good search in here." Mac said in a strained voice; not because he was trying the wheel again, but because he was thoroughly disgusted by the stench and the nausea was coming back...
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