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Nothing Yet rolled 2 20-sided dice:
10, 10
Total: 20 (2-40)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 2:55 pm
Instead of an answer came a large, strong hand around his neck, and Thackery gasped without a sound, eyes wide. He had seriously underestimated how bad this felt, and felt a pang of regret for doing so to Henry...for one very short moment, because regrets didn't make it hurt less. His boots might have made a heavy thud thud thud as he was dragged up each step, and it might have attracted attention, were anyone capable of hearing anything. The Voice's words came at an incredibly convenient time, considering how he was beginning to feel a whole lot like his existence in this world was coming into question. He pawed desperately at Henry's fingers, nails barely scraping the surface. Remember your kingdom, it said, and he tried to; the little blacksmith who so eagerly made all of the keys he ever needed (and even tons and tons that he didn't), whose smiles were a treat to savor when they were so few and far between. Thud. He was pulled from his short-lived reminiscence as the heel of a boot caught on the edge of a stair and merited a particularly powerful tug. OOC Current HP remaining: 175/215 Steps: 169/300 Character description: Average height, tan skin, black hair, one violet/one lilac eye, thick pointed ears and a fluffy black tail. He's wearing purple and black clothing that is vaguely victorian with heavy greek accents in gold, and is carrying a lot of keys, so he jingles a little when he walks. His left forearm is covered with a large gold cuff.
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its me debz rolled 2 20-sided dice:
13, 9
Total: 22 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:03 pm
Thackery was hardly a weight to carry at all, and Ash yanked the boil upwards without any regret. But then there was a particular snag, and he looked down at Thackery, releasing his neck and instead grabbing him by the front of his shirt.
His eyes were dead; the real dead, the gone for good dead, the kind of dead that humans get when they don't cross over into Halloween, glossed over and empty. The memories of good things, of warmth and tea on cold nights and dipping his toes into the waters of Tartarus, of making key after key after key. After key. After key.
Of mismatched eyes and smiles and paradise of the dead too perfect to be true, without sorrow, without regret, without pain. A world where Ashford had never been infected by insanity, where he had never hit his boilfriend in a fit of inconsolable madness that was two parts disease of the mind and one part disease of the body (grey flesh, patched over, he was missing it here but that didn't mean his skin didn't itch with the phantom pain of a body torn asunder), of resigning himself to death again and again and again.
It was a perfect world, and that's why it couldn't be real, memories transplanted into his mind's eye like a movie, he was the audience and his popcorn was spilled and the audience was talking and the floor was sticky with soda.
He pantomimed a single motion back at the false idol of Thackery: dragged one finger along his neck and jabbed his finger straight into his chest. There was only one meaning to be interpreted.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
17, 8
Total: 25 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:26 pm
((Entering from first floor)) It seemed Evan had climbed a staircase only to find another, taller staircase. His resolve wobbled a bit, but he climbed ever upwards. OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 125 Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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Nothing Yet rolled 2 20-sided dice:
10, 15
Total: 25 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:28 pm
They stopped, just for a moment, and Thackery thought that this might be a real breakthrough, the moment that would bring them back together again. But as he stared up at the man staring down at him, he saw that the eyes were not the eyes he remembered Henry watching him with. They weren't even the eyes he'd had in life, or any time in between. He was gone. Really, really gone. If he hadn't felt heartbroken before, he did now, consumed with a sense of loss, a sadness for his missing Henry. He didn't even know where he was to bring him home -- he wasn't in this body. He may not have even been the one who returned to the kingdom after gathering Miasma. When had he last been himself? He kept telling himself that he'd fixed things, and every time he was so sure that he had, Henry arrived again with another complication. Maybe he'd always just existed to ruin everything. Maybe that was his gift. It disgusted him that he hadn't seen it before: how he'd drawn his attention away from his true focus of being King, made him plot to kill one of the living when it was against every semblance of rules that they had, left him, taken another mark, attacked him, and this. His eyes followed the finger that swept across his neck. No. Unacceptable. In no ending did he kill the King. His face showed his absolute distaste, nose wrinkled, ears back as he shook his head. For added measure, he stuck out his tongue, because that would show him. OOC Current HP remaining: 175/215 Steps: 194/300 Character description: Average height, tan skin, black hair, one violet/one lilac eye, thick pointed ears and a fluffy black tail. He's wearing purple and black clothing that is vaguely victorian with heavy greek accents in gold, and is carrying a lot of keys, so he jingles a little when he walks. His left forearm is covered with a large gold cuff.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
11, 6
Total: 17 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:29 pm
Evan's legs were starting to burn with fatigue, which led him to wonder: if he wasn't real, how was he experiencing pain? OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 142 Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
9, 16
Total: 25 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:31 pm
The Voice rattled around inside Evan's mind, shaking his concentration. He considered its words, but only briefly. He remembered his kingdom, all right--remembered how it had torn itself apart. Just because he didn't have anything left to lose didn't mean he didn't feel for the rest of the native Silvers who had families and friends and futures. Not that it mattered, of course, if none of it had ever really existed in the first place. OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 167 Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
15, 15
Total: 30 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:38 pm
Willpower of a strength that Evan had really known before was the only thing keeping him going at this point. Every step I take now is one less I have to take later, he told himself. OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 197+ Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
17, 18
Total: 35 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:40 pm
Each time the Voice spoke to Evan, he listened to it a little less. Up, up, up, up, he chanted in his mind to drown it out. OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 232 Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:42 pm
Evan was pushing himself too hard; at this rate, he would burn up his reserves before he reached the top. Although he was impatient to reach the end, he forced himself to slow down a little. OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 242 Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:45 pm
You will see only disappointment, the Voice said to Evan as he continued to rise. Disappointment? Welcome to my world, buddy, Evan thought back. OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 255 Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
16, 14
Total: 30 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:47 pm
The Voice seemed to have run out of things to say to Evan, which was good, because all of his attention was on getting to the top of the staircase. He was so close--OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 285 Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
20, 5
Total: 25 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:50 pm
--And he finally made it, collapsing on the landing, deciding he deserved a moment to catch his breath. Once he felt a little better, he'd pick himself up and head through the next door. But if it was more stairs, he was so done. ((Exiting to Final Room)) OOC Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 50/50 Location: Floor 2, step 285 Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
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its me debz rolled 2 20-sided dice:
11, 9
Total: 20 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:50 pm
Ash made no move to reply to the childish gesture, save for a slight twitch beneath his left eye. He grabbed the False King around the middle, and threw the smaller body over his shoulder.
There wasn't any time. They had to go higher, fly into the sun like Icarus wished he had, and bring the world down around them. Grunting in absolutely silence, the Pyramid Head ignored any others and carried Thackery upstairs.
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Nothing Yet rolled 2 20-sided dice:
6, 19
Total: 25 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:20 pm
Thackery might not have been able to accomplish the 'screaming' half of 'kicking and screaming', but he was certainly managing the first part. He squirmed and flailed with all of his limbs, convinced that he could free himself by proving to be as feisty as possible. When that didn't work, he tried pounding on his back, which felt more like a wall of muscle than any part of a body. When that didn't work, he decided that this was only serving to tire himself out, so he might as well just enjoy the free ride up the stairs. He didn't want to climb them anyway. So this meant he'd won, right? The Voice didn't offer an answer, but it spoke nonetheless. Reflect on your choices. He was doing that, he wanted to tell The Voice. He'd done that and he was so proud of himself for everything, because there was always a way to come out ahead! He smiled as it spoke of creating a world around him, of everything being his. He liked that idea. It would be so perfect, owning everything, loving everything, ensuring that everything and everyone stayed with him forever. A world where he could keep everything tidily boxed up and under his pillow for safekeeping. That seemed to calm him long enough for him to start watching the stairs pass, a mesmerizing pattern of one right after the other. And, slowly, his gaze fell to watch Henry's feet, then just a bit farther until.... yes. This was the best view. OOC Current HP remaining: 175/215 Steps: 219/300 Character description: Average height, tan skin, black hair, one violet/one lilac eye, thick pointed ears and a fluffy black tail. He's wearing purple and black clothing that is vaguely victorian with heavy greek accents in gold, and is carrying a lot of keys, so he jingles a little when he walks. His left forearm is covered with a large gold cuff.
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its me debz rolled 2 20-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:26 pm
"If you tread further, then you will see only disappointment."
Disappointment was being carried up the stairs. Disappointment was startling awake from a perfect reverie. Disappointment was existing here as long as this Thackery was awake and the real one wasn't.
"I wish only for one True King. I do not wish for anything else. What will you gain from reaching me other than what you already know?"
He wished The Voice was dead, wanted to press his fingers through the splinters of the False King's ribs, to remove his still beating heart and consume it, to end the life that was robbing his love's.
Thud thud.
Thud thud.
A few more stairs.
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