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 Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:32 pm
Niflhel flailed and tried to use his chain to help break his fall, hoping that he could catch the floor between the levels and use this to swing away from the others and land; hopefully harmlessly and gracefully but not being able to see that was also subject-able - Niflhel settled with hoping that he didn'dt face plant in some unknown goop. After all he wasn't spiderman - he might pass for batman though.
"Ack, okay who ever's idea that was to throw whatever that was -- just so we can reaffirm that was a bad idea. Don't do that again." He added with a touch of a not again tone.
"Mistral - It's Niflhel - where are we?" He glanced over to glow-boy. "Crap, we don't have anyway to bandage you up here Babylon, you're just going to have to try and limit you're movement." He'd had cracked ribs that wasn't fun nor an advisable thing to have happen.
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shibrogane rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 1:22 am
LEVEL 8
YOU HAVE TRIGGERED A HARMLESS TRAP! Niflhel's swing to landing is impressively graceful, if you consider that he performs it after a catastrophic explosion. In the darkness, only the shadows of his feat are visible, but really, do you need to see the whole thing to know it happened? "You're on Level 8," says Mistral, her voice subdued. "I think your clearance is good for the whole labyrinth... I'm so sorry." Everything about the Page's voice sounds resigned. "I think you can go through that room just ahead of you pretty fast, and get to the stairs back up. You shouldn't find anything more horrifying than... what's..." She cuts off with a startled shriek and a sob, and with a click, a hiss, and finally a pop, goes offline. Just as it does, the lights flicker back on. The party finds themselves in a hallway, rather like the ones above them in Level Seven--except there are alcoves carved into the smooth gray walls. In these alcoves are sculptures of women and the rare occasional man, all of them sitting at the foot of a glass sarcophagus. Within the sarcophagi are bodies, clothed in the regalia they had seen the hologram of Raziele wearing, perfectly preserved. They might only be sleeping... if they weren't so obviously dead. Their ages range from very young (and wearing the uniform of Mistral Page) to very old, but it is very clear that they are all Knights of Mistral... Two alcoves to the left of the door to the room (marked with the sigil of Mistral) the statues, and the bodies, abruptly stop. Endless sarcophagi stretch along the halls, all of them open, all of them empty, all of them... waiting. Proceed to Room 1, or take the long way around to the stairs?
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 1:32 am
[GM Note: As all characters are now keyed in to the security system, you have been moved to Level 4's threat table.
With, er, slightly fewer harmless traps.
/GM note]
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 1:45 am
Proceed to room 1"Mistral?" Babylon shouted in alarm, as her transmission cut out. "Mistral, are you alright?" The lights came on. Babylon looked up and down the hallway, and recognition fluttered over him. Linked knighthoods would naturally have similar burial practices - wouldn't they? The lack of decay was... intensely creepy, he decided, but if you were going to store all your bodies under glass then you had a vested interest in keeping them looking nice. "Mistral, we're in the crypt," he called out, on the chance that she could still hear him. He was really worried - their own group had lost two members, and there were sounds of something much worse coming over the intercom in bursts. Something had clearly gone terribly wrong with the mission. "I think we should cut through the room," he said to the group. "We're keyed in now, so it's safe, and it's the fastest way back up." He didn't like being down here - crypts were intensely private places, and this one gave him the heebie-jeebies.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 4:16 am
To Room 1.Hvergelmir looked up dizzily, the pretty blue blur of Babylon's lantern swimming into her vision. Had she passed out for a minute? Maybe -- it was hard to tell, in the dark. Her head hurt a little, but not as much as the time Sailor Ate had dropped a pile of trash on it. Not concussed, she decided, not wanting to strain the group. "Uhhh," she said, fumbling around blindly in the dark to confirm that Cove's arm and the map were still nearby -- she'd been carrying them cradled against her chest before the floor had collapsed. Fortunately, there they both were, just slightly coated with debris near where her hand had landed, and she plucked both out of the rubble. "Yeah," she said vaguely. "I've got it. I'm okay. Kairatos had a broken arm, someone should -- check on him." One of her ankles felt vaguely sore, too, the pain like a faint, dull throb -- twisted, she hoped, or bruised, not broken. She wouldn't know till she tried to put some weight on it. Otherwise, she seemed to be in decent shape for someone who'd fallen through a shattered floor of a collapsing room. The lights, suddenly, flickered to life above them. Well, thank goodness for small favors. Hvergelmir struggled to sit up and activate the map, hoping it would automatically show them the eighth floor. "That's fine," she agreed with Babylon. "This place gives me the creeps." She was fully prepared to agree with wherever Babylon wanted to go, so long as someone kept making decisions for the group.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 7:03 am
"...It's still broken." Kairatos coughed, waving vaguely at the dust as it settled amongst the rubble. It was still broken and the fall hadn't helped, bringing tears to his eyes he was hoping no one noticed. The list of things that didn't hurt was starting to be much shorter than the list of things that did. His head ached, and he found fresh blood on his fingers when he went to investigate the throbbing ache, thanks to the gash from a shard of stone. "...********' ow...." He blinked foggily and shook his head, trying to sort out a way to get up without making something hurt more or hurting someone else. "...Head count?" He added, afraid to ask if they'd lost someone else. Hell, he'd be surprised if they hadn't just lost Alt.... Bifrost, who had been standing close to the blast. Hell, his own ears were still ringing from the intensity.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 8:23 am
From the looks of it Niflhel was the only one standing after they all fell. He frowned as he heard Mistral's voice and then another moment of sound terror. "They may not be keyed in on the other floors?" He offered with a question, "I wouldn't want to know what the traps are like on the other floors if they're similar to the ones we've had to go through."
Suddenly the lights were back on and Nilfhel made his way over to Kairatos and offered a helping hand. "I feel like we're in the seven levels of hell. Well I suppose it's eight since we've found this floor. . . - Here lemme help you Kairatos. Really though how many floors do you need? Also how do we get out of this death pit?"
It seemed to be quite literally a death pit when he looked around the room and noticed knights preserved under glass. He was then looking at the writing on the wall, it's style was out of place and he wasn't sure what language it was, he knew it wasn't Norse as he'd ran into some of that from his own wonder after doing a little more research on his namesake. The Babylon said something about Greek. "Um I don't, - my planet's writings more closely related to Norse - but I would almost venture a guess with what's around us." He stopped, "I really don't want to I'd rather someone read Greek because I could hopefully be wrong."
While Niflhel's name sake held a basically the same as the Norse underworld he wasn't comfortable attempting to confirm what he was starting to think. He also hoped none of the deceased knights decided to become zombies anytime soon. With what else was going on in this labyrinth he almost couldn't help but start thinking about zombie movies.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 8:48 am
Mimis very definitely screamed when the floor came out from under them. Someone had blown something up, that much she knew. Probably by accident, because none of them knew what anything in here was.
She landed hard on her back, and winced, slowly pushing herself up. Definitely bruised, would probably be sore for several days. Damn.
"I'm okay! Mistral, I'm okay!" She called, hoping to reassure both her group and the poor Page of this awful labyrinth, who was probably watching other people suffer too. She slowly stood up once the lights came on, and looked around.
"The universe has a sense of humor," she said, dryly, (and she hadn't previously been aware that she had anything approaching a black humor streak, but there it was) as she examined the bodies - so perfectly suspended, they didn't look dead. "I ask for my mulé, and we get yours." She addressed the speakers directly, barely noticing her linguistic slip. She'd lived among other Romani, for whom it wouldn't even be an issue, for far longer than she'd lived with people for whom it would.
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shibrogane rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 2:33 pm
PROCEEDING TO ROOM 1
YOU HAVE FOUND YOUR DEVICE PIECE! Repeated attempts to communicate with Mistral arouse nothing but static, and so the party proceeds into Room One. They are standing in a glass cube. A rack hangs on the wall, behind a glass door: uniforms, simple black affairs with the sigil of Mistral on a shoulder patch. A box of gloves and shoe covers lines is attached to the wall within the little glass closet, but what is of interest is beyond that: on one of the many tables surrounding other glass cubicles is a small box made of the same metal as the device Mistral had held up before them. The device piece. There are no doors out of the glass cube, except back into the hallway--and that one has just slammed shut. Holes overhead in the ceiling disgorge icy water, washing the party free of gore, blood, dust, and debris, then draining out the floor below them. Then something pink and misty descends from those same holes, smelling lightly of something that each knight finds intensely comforting. They are struck with a sudden urge to... hug? A terrible sense of platonic affection for everyone around them. The mist fades eventually, but the effects remain, even as the left-hand wall of the cube lifts enough for them to get out.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 3:24 pm
There it was. There it was, the thing they'd come here for, sitting in a glass-walled room like a trophy. Like the Goblet of Fire (hopefully not, though, come to think of it), a prize at the end of a horrifically deadly maze. But there it was. Relief and a profound sense of deep fraternity with her fellow knights suffused Hvergelmir's veins. She let out a huge sigh, then took a few deep breaths to steady herself. "We did it," she said the first time, slowly, quietly, disbelieving. Then, feeling hopeful, she stepped forward to touch the device piece very carefully, lifting it in her hand. It was real. "We did it," she said again, with more confidence. Finally, a huge smile breaking over her face, she spun back to the group and said again: "We did it! We did it!" Positively consumed with warm feelings for her comrades, she ran back and grabbed Mimisbrunnr by the face with one hand -- the device piece pressing into her cheek gently -- and pressed a deliriously elated kiss to her mouth. She felt like she might die of love for the people who'd helped her get here. She wanted to kiss them all. They were amazing and wonderful and beautiful and they'd be her dear friends for all time.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 4:10 pm
Icy water poured down on the group like cleansing rain, and when it finally stopped, Babylon shed his raincoat and dropped it to the ground. "We did it?" he asked, his eyes following Hvergelmir over to the table. And, to his immense surprise, they'd done it! Despite being on the completely wrong level of the labyrinth, here was the piece. "We did it!" he repeated with a grin, spinning in a circle to take in the room. So the door had closed behind them - so what? They'd gotten the piece! The other door was opening! Everything was excellent! He did not question the source of his euphoria. Hvergelmir was kissing Mimisbrunnr, Babylon noticed, and he decided that seemed like a really excellent idea. After what they'd been through, it would be nice to kiss someone. "Kairatos!" he exclaimed, turning to the Martian knight, their earlier quarrel all but forgotten. "Kairatos, we've got the piece!" And with that, Babylon threw his arms around the older man, swept him into a low dip, and kissed him passionately on the mouth.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 4:16 pm
Mimis could have cried, she was so happy. Finally, finally all of this was over, and Hvergelmir had the device. Right then, she would happily have hugged every single person in the room, so glad was she that they had all survived.
Luckily for her, Hverelmir had the same idea, and if Mimis felt bad for kissing someone other than her girlfriend, she brushed it aside in her pure elation. She threw one arm around the Cosmos Squire, and laughed, glad then that she'd tugged down her mask earlier.
"Oh, my God, we did it, we survived," she said, reaching her other hand up to touch the device piece against her cheek. She barely noticed the happy tears pouring down her face.
They had lost two, but in the end, it was all worth it. "We made it!"
And then she kissed Hver herself, happy to let her glee and her desire to love everybody in the room guide her actions.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 4:35 pm
CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE DONE! Please proceed to Level 0: the Lobby to hand in your device, and thank you for playing!
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 6:45 pm
Niflhel followed them into room one. He looked concerned, "Feels like a glass- - - -" Cold water dumped on him rising off the blood and caused the knight to make an uncomfortable noise before finishing - - "coffin."
Of course that seemed to dissipate as a pink mist surrounding them, making Niflhel wish that Polaris was with them. Giving a soft sigh, "Well at least we did it." We should probably head on out though.
He didn't give into the temptation to hug just anyone. However, he did move towards the exit and give everyone a thumbs up.
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