"...Christ Ilian," he sighed after a few beats from when he'd made the request. There was the audible sound of his hand hitting his forehead and groaning, though he gave a small, if tired, chuckle. "Yeah. Doubt he'll believe it, but we can say it."
This was a mess.
And he could feel the blood seeping into his clothing, his stomach rolling at the smell of all the blood and the weight of it in his clothes. He really didn't even bother to stop and debate which door. He went for the same one Ilian did... wearing the same frowning expression, really. "Wonder who set all this s**t up..."
Cabhan didn't mind the feeling of blood staining his clothing, though the smell made him gag and he shook his head. He'd missed what door Ilian and Jericho had gone in, head spinning a bit from the coppery scent that infected his mind as he pushed to just enter any door... and picked the smile one.
Her boots? A ******** mess. But Shahar was relieved to note that with patience and desperate gripping of the wall, she made it without slipping.
But these were her second most comfortable boots. Her next pair would be paid for courtesy of Obsidian. These were like $70 shoes, man. She didn't just have that kind of money laying around.
A smiley face or a happy face- and Shahar didn't think herself an idiot. This would be the last big trick of that doucheface, and so she made her way to frowney face with intent.
It was him being sad to see them escape or some s**t, probably. Either way, the next obstacle was probably getting angry captain thrown at it.
"Oh, fun." Hux muttered as it became clear that they had been walking in blood in the dark. He was even more glad that he hadn't decided to rush ahead and end up tripping so he only ended up with blood on his shoes rather then all over him. When they got to the doors he looked between them with a frown. Which would be better to chose? "Alex? Which one?" He asked as he continued to look back and forth. Would the smiley face one mean it was happy for them or happy for the General? And did the frown mean sad for them or that the General's fun was foiled?
It was a hard decision and without knowing more about Obsidian he couldn't even begin to guess. Finally he just sighed and picked one at random which ended up being the smiley face.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 3:02 pm
Alexandre Evans Option 1
Well, at least he wasn't covered in blood, that would be hard to explain when they got out of here. "Remind me...when we get out of here - new shoes...and to burn these." He commented with a roll of his eyes. There was no way he'd be able to clean the blood out of his shoes, they were cloth and had likely absorbed a lot of it and stained. His socks were likely in the same sort of condition. "Socks also...We can get new shoes once we escape this mess."
Running his fingers through his hair he took a moment to remove the hair band before sweeping his hair back again and rebanding it. "Normally I'd say a smiley face...that typically means good things. But in this case I ask...good for who? Though reverse psychology....I don't want to think about it too much and try and guess it." He'd wind up second guessing himself, and that was not a good thing here.
Watching as Hux picked the smiley face he followed after him. "I don't know which way he's thinking. If he's accounting for people to think and try and puzzle this out or what.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 3:03 pm
RESULTS:
Option One:
If you're happy and you know it, choose this door!
You make your way through the bloody smiley face door, only to find yourself now face to face with a decrepit looking human. His shoulders are hunched, head lolling back as his eyes stare up at you with a dead-like gaze. His flesh is covered in puss-filled blisters and open sores...clearly this poor gentleman has seen better days. His fingers have gnarled nails that reach out for several inches and you can't help but glance at his open, moaning mouth to see the gross, rotting teeth that lay within.
Regardless of how weak he appears, bony hands reaching out to grip around your neck tell you otherwise about what energy he has left.
Roll your weapon's stats. If you roll a 1-2, you manage to fight the monster off, but not without finding yourself on the receiving end of a fair amount of popped blister ooze, teeth bites and various scratches. If you roll a 3-4, you manage to fight the monster off and only receive a minimal amount of ooze, bites and scratches. If you roll a 5 or above, you epically defeat the monster and come out of the room with little to no injuries.
Option Two:
You pass through the frowny face door and follow the red glow ahead of you. There's a tripwire at your feet that you miss spotting and you manage to stumble over it, but it seems Obsidian's last little trick was more anticlimactic than you'd have expected.
As you pass through the frowny face door, you see the glowing red EXIT sign sitting above the Docking Station door.
You have made it to the exit! OH HAPPY DAY!
One of your companions reaches for the door, only to find it (wait for it...) locked. Yes, you're at the home stretch, but one door's lock is holding you back. The group is prepared to ram the door until it breaks when you hear maniacal laughter in the back of the room, followed by what sounds to be fabric ripping.
The lights go out, leaving you completely and utterly in the dark.
Now would probably be a pretty good time to transform, if you have the ability to do so!
The door seemed to be leading them out to the exit, and Ilian let out a sigh of pure relief. It was about time that they were able to get out. But it was too good to be true and it turned out the door was locked.
“Who’re we missing?” Ilian asked to Jericho, looking around, still angry about being stuck in this place any longer than they should have been.
The laughter and fabric ripping and lights going out only aided him in his frustration and anger, and the moment the lights went out, Ilian took it upon himself to power up to General Jet.
Ok...so the happy face was really not the better option. As the hand reached out for him and wrapped about his throat he sought to beat it back with the wheelchair part he had. Small as he was, and weaker in human form, he had no hesitancy when it came to beating at something...despite the s**t choice of a weapon he had.
"Well, I'd say the smiley face was because someone had fun with this person before they became this..." He managed to hiss out, slate hued eyes not at all pleased with this. Vicious was he in beating at the monstrous thing as he stepped back and away from it. Now was the perfect time to finally act out a little bit of his aggressions.
"Time to go Hux, we are getting out of here." And it seemed the other group had found the exit...only for it to be locked - lovely. Not only that but the thing broke and then ripping fabric and he didn't like the feel of this one damn bit.
When the lights went out he smiled and tugged Hux down to himself. "Time to power up and deal with this. Keep close." Since now he'd be the stronger of the two and between them both he'd be the one with a proper weapon, he really needed to help his cousin get to Captain - sooner rather than later.
Either way he let his cousin go as he powered up and without hesitation summoned his weapon, it was better than the wheelchair part and it was better than his hands.
The red glow in the distance was beautiful. Glorious. Spoke the sweet words of pot, maybe a little Jack...
Distracted as she was, she missed the wire and faceplanted gracefully, but was up a moment later, stomping down the hall with angry intent.
To find the door-- <******** A.
And then the laughter, and the lights went out.
Titanite powered up without hesitation in the darkness, reaching out for other auras. "I am going to break your face in and use you as a battering ram to get out of here," she assured whatever was at the end of the hallway.
Candice walked through the door only to trip on some sort of wire. "Damn it!" She didn't know where others were as well as the wire, so all she could do was regain her footing and hope that no one fell behind her. The door was still locked and the lights went off. Again.Tired, hungry, and irritated, Candice gave in.
"TianGuan Star Power, Make Up!" She called out as quietly as she could despite her frustration. No one would see who she was as a civilian. Hopefully. Tian was ready to kick some a** and make whoever was there pay for all the waste and bull she was put through. She and probably others had better things to do than be stuck here.
She could feel the auras around her and approached one that yelled out. "You... You feel familiar." Tian knew she was of the Negaverse, but wasn't sure who it was. "It's TianGuan. Do I know you? Did the Negaverse not warn its own people about this?"
Hux's eyes went wide at what looked like a zombie was on the other side of the door and tried to back out of the room fast only to get grabbed at by the zombie. He tussled with it for a bit before he got away but not without getting scratched, bit, and covered in more nastiness. "I wouldn't doubt it." He said then was quick to retreat to the frown door with Alex after that encounter. It was just too bad that the exit was locked when they found it.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Hux hissed out as the lights went out and laughter started. "I'll stick to you." He promised as he followed his cousin's lead and transformed, leaving him with his normal glove as his weapon which was technically less effective then the phone he had through this fiasco.
An Order signature drew near, and Titanite startled briefly at the voice in the darkness. "I think," she said easily, "I still could not pronounce your name, Tee-ahn."
Her inhale was sharp into the darkness. "No. If they had warned us, I would not be here. I would be at home, sleeping, safe and warm and not mourning the loss of excellent boots and half of a joint."
She clicked her heel against the floor. "Job satisfaction is very low right now, I must confess."
Jericho slammed his fists and then his heavy boots into the door, cussing up a storm at the fact it was locked. ******** figures. To hear they were missing people only infuriated him more. He'd been about to turn and go back, figuring the kid went into the other door, when the lights went out.
The prickle in the air was enough to make him say ******** it and transform himself, feeling the blast of a General's aura near him and making it pretty clear Jet had had the same plan. "Get them out first, then go for whoever's throat you want, alright?"
Not that he could talk much. He was itching for a fight at this point, fully aware of the Order energies near them as well. ******** class="spoiler-wrapper spoiler-hidden">
It'd been a mistake, to say the least. The man that sat in the room was not Ilian or Jericho, and Cabhan rose a brow at his strange, warped appearance. He said nothing to the man, only began to back up carefully, not wanting to draw attention. Too late, though, as the man lunged for him without a word or a sound or anything.
He yelped, the long nails slicing his cheek and into his clothing, teeth digging into the meat of his upper left arm as he tried to punch the man away. Using the broken phone, he slammed it into the guy's head, gagging at the smell of him and the feeling of his nails slicing into his sides as the thing freaking grabbed him tighter.
But a well-aimed kick and a final crack of the phone against the man's skull, and he fell, Cabhan gasping as he fell backwards, scrambling to his feet and away. He bolted into the second room, aware of the darkness and hen shining without much hesitation.
Though as Rigel, the cuts were still visible on his cheek and arms, the bites on his left arm also easy to see. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he panted, catching up as quickly as he could to General Jet and Lieutenant Seraphinite. Not that he'd seen Seraphinite before, but considering how the Lieutenant pulled him over to where they were standing, hissing about sticking closer next time, kid--well, Rigel could make a guess.
Well, they seemed to be at the exit at least, though even though he had to trip over something to get there, Derrick was pretty sure they weren't done with all of this yet. And his assumptions were correct when the lights went out for good and there was cackling that could be heard. He realized that there was at least one more thing to do and they weren't going to get out of here without a fight.
And so, with that in mind, and to get all of the disgusting blood off of him, luckily he had been wearing dark clothes, he powered up and waited for what it was that would attack them.
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