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 Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2020 11:47 pm
Quote: Prompt 8 - Confronting the Creature (2) : This plot can only be pursued by players that have fought the creature and lost. After you are knocked unconscious, you will awaken in a dark cellar full of cobwebs, stale water, and darkness. A faint gray glow barely illuminates the room and seems to have no source; there is a crate of vegetables and fruit to sustain you but no one ever refills the crate, it simply seems to have enough for whoever is needed. There are a few bowls, and a trickle of water through cracks in the wall; it sounds as though there may be a river very close. The room is cold and has no window; it can be inferred that it is underground, as there are steps that appear to lead up but the door is shut so heavily it is impossible to break down. Every night, the fog rolls in and for a short period of time everyone falls unconscious. The creature only comes and goes during this period of time, and it will leave all fallen warriors down here. The cellar feels almost like a dungeon, though there are no shackles or cells. You can interact with newcomers or deal with the fog or try to force your way out, but the cellar seems too sturdy to escape. The cellar is predominantly only a single large room, however there are hidden, connected chambers where prisoners may wind up (if you prefer your character to have less interaction). You cannot teleport in or out of the cellar once you are captured!
He had a brief fantasy of being home in his apartment, with a warm body in bed beside him. Out of habit, he flung an arm out to reach for Ilian, but felt nothing more than empty air. It was then that he registered the hard surface he lied upon — an unforgiving floor rather than the comforts of his own bed. A trickle of water reached his ears; beyond that, there was silence.
The pain hit all at once, a sharp sting and agonizing ache along his right side. To breathe was excruciating, but he drew air into his lungs regardless. A pounding in his head earned a low groan, worse at his temple but radiating outward. There was something warm and sticky on the side of his face. After lifting a hand to investigate, Aquamarine determined that it was blood.
He was injured, and he could not immediately recall how it had happened.
At first glance, there was not much about his surroundings that he could actually see, just shadows where objects might be. The air was cold and the light almost nonexistent. He tried to lift his head to look around, but he was quickly overcome by a wave of nausea. With another groan, Aquamarine shut his eyes and set his head back down.
Where was he? What was going on?
“Ilian…” he called weakly, expecting a response but hearing none. “Ilian?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2020 6:18 am
Pain radiated through him, wearing him down in addition to the nausea and emptiness of his stomach. But Kamacite refused to die in some dark, damp hole, trapped there by a monster.
He'd woken not too long before the General, but had enough time to try and assess his injuries. He had a gash on his upper arm from the antlers, and various bruises and bumps, including a busted bottom lip.
Kamacite was convinced that he would have had more injuries had it not been for the thick fabric around his abdomen, protecting him from the brunt of the dulled antlers. However, that didn't mean he'd avoided significant bruising, and would probably need to verify if he'd broken any ribs. It certainly felt like he had.
It was painful for him to breathe, and even more so for him to stand, but he managed to get to his feet. He managed to collect two bowls, with difficulty because he could only manage to move one arm very well. He filled one with the fruit he'd found in a crate, and the other he held against the wall to collect what seemed to be fresher water than what had collected to fester on the ground.
Setting himself near the General, Kamacite worked on untying the sash from around his waist, and removed his robe from over his shoulders.
He supposed he lost any chance at trying to help the General when he finally woke up. Kamacite had just set a strip of fabric to soak in the bowl of water when his companion started stirring and looked around. He didn't seem to notice him, but was probably still disoriented.
Calling out a name was a little surprising, but only because Kamacite couldn't think of any names for himself to try and call out for help. The heavy weight of how alone he was could often be ignored if he kept himself busy. Other times it was crippling.
"Try to hold still," he requested, his voice soft in spite of this little s**t wanting to kill him before. Kamacite knew he should just let this prissy General rot, but couldn't bring himself to ignore someone in obvious pain.
He reached out to try and peel away the torn uniform jacket, wanting to see if he could inspect the injury the General had sustained, but prepared to pull back if a dagger was suddenly thrown in his direction.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2020 5:36 pm
There was a voice — not Ilian, but familiar enough that Aquamarine relaxed somewhat. If he was in his right mind, he would have shoved Kamacite away, or uttered some insult that would have led Kamacite to make the decision to leave him on his own. For the moment, the pain, nausea, and dizziness made his thoughts a bit dim and foggy. Aquamarine barely recognized the figure next to him; he was aware that it was someone he knew, but he was too delirious to react on any of his typical negative opinions.
“What—” he began, cutting off with a gasp and a hiss when Kamacite began to peel his jacket away.
He could not assess the damage on his own, not until the hazy quality of his thoughts cleared. From the amount of pain, he assumed the damage was significant. Heavy bruising at least, perhaps a few broken ribs, and the warmth of blood seemed to indicate at least one laceration, perhaps more. Judging by how saturated his jacket had become, there were either several moderate cuts or a single deep gash.
“What happened?” he grit out behind clenched teeth, doing his best to bear the pain. He flinched when more of his jacket was peeled away, then writhed when he couldn’t stand it anymore. His arms shifted along the ground like he meant to defend himself, but all that managed to accomplish was to draw his attention to the fact that the pain extended to his right arm.
Aquamarine forced himself to still and breathed deeply even though doing so made the ache worse. He opened his eyes again and rolled his head to look around. Once again, he saw nothing but darkness and shadow, and the blurry shape of someone beside him.
“Where are we?” he asked. “Where’s—”
He stopped again before he could say Ilian’s name. Awareness may be slow to return, but something switched on in his brain enough that he was cognizant of the fact that he was still powered up, that Ilian was somewhere also powered up, and that mentioning civilian identities might not be the best idea.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2020 8:17 am
Kamacite kept his mouth shut as he carefully worked on peeling away the General's blood soaked jacket. It was difficult with only one good arm, but it had to be done. Even if they were clearly against each other, if the General died it meant less of a chance for Kamacite to survive.
It was too dark to really see anything, but he could tell there was a lot of blood once he managed to get the jacket undone and opened up. He took the water soaked strip of cloth and carefully started dabbing at what could have been a deep wound, but it was impossible to tell until the dried blood was gone.
"We were attacked. That creature charged us both with its antlers. You might have suffered from a concussion. Looked like you hit your head pretty bad," Kamacite said, his voice soft in the already eerily quiet cellar.
"Looks like the creature has some other need for us. It brought us to this place. I think we're underground, or at least lower than a water source."
Probably more kindly than this General deserved, Kamacite didn't mention that it wasn't too difficult for him to put two and two together that this Ilian person he was calling for was likely also General Jet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2020 2:19 pm
Aquamarine alternately held his breath then inhaled deeply, depending on what the Corrupt Senshi was doing at any given moment to care for his wounds. He recognized the figure now, not by sight in the darkness, but certainly by the sound of his voice, though it was a bit softer than Aquamarine was used to. Every other occasion he’d heard it, they’d been snarking at one another about one thing or another.
It seemed as if they were alone, but something about the darkness encouraged a lower tone, like they should keep quiet lest the sound of their voices should attract the creature again.
“Is there a way out?” Aquamarine asked.
The longer he stayed conscious, the worse he felt, but the better he was able to take stock of the situation. He remembered the sight of the creature even if he didn’t remember everything about what happened to land them here. He was out searching for food when the night crept up on him. The Corrupt Senshi was out seeing to a similar task, and not in the best of health, if the brief flash of memory could be trusted. They were outmatched, the Corrupt Senshi likely useless in his condition, but the details were a blur. Aquamarine thought he remembered flashes of light...
When the Senshi paused to dip the cloth back into the water, Aquamarine took the opportunity to feel along his side in an effort to determine the extent of his injuries, keeping his touch gentle. As far as he could tell, there were two large lacerations, one over his ribs and one just beneath, and potentially a third on his upper arm, but the sleeve of his jacket was still in the way, having not been completely removed.
Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“It’s cold,” he said. Was he shivering? He couldn’t tell. He thought he might be. He must be in shock. “And dark. I can’t see anything.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2020 6:23 pm
There really wasn’t much for Kamacite to say to reassure the General. It was cold, and dark, and they were both in pain, although at the moment it seemed as though the General was in worse shape.
“Just try to breathe,” he suggested instead, ignoring the way he shivered as well. They would be useless if they ended up getting sick.
“I wasn’t looking for a way out. I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t bleed to death first,” he admitted, knowing it wouldn’t be beyond the General to scold him for not looking for a way out. But seeing as the monster took the time to leave them there, he doubted there would be an easy way to escape.
“Try to conserve your energy. Will you let me tend to your wounds?” he asked, knowing the General would probably throw a fit about one thing or another. He seemed as though he wasn’t used to being in pain.
“Who is Ilian? Talk to me about who you were calling,” Kamacite suggested, trying to think of ways to keep the General distracted from what he knew was probably a very painful wound. It would be easier to tend to him if he wasn’t flailing around as much, complaining about the cold and dark.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2020 1:56 pm
If Aquamarine was in his right mind, he wouldn’t answer any of the Corrupt Senshi’s questions. It wasn’t his business who Ilian was, to start with, nor was Aquamarine stupid enough to go around talking about his civilian life with people who couldn’t be trusted.
Which was everyone, but Senshi of any and every type most of all.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t in his right mind at the moment.
“He’s my—”
At least he knew to cut himself off, though he benefited from some confusion in that regard. How could he finish the comment when he didn’t know what Ilian was? His only friend? Ilian wasn’t his boyfriend anymore, even if that was an easier word to use than the terms that were more accurate. Everything else was a little too intimate for his tastes.
“He’s just… an idiot,” Aquamarine said. “He does stupid, reckless things even when I tell him not to. All the time, over and over again. He’s going to get himself killed if I’m not there to stop him. I have to get out of here…”
Aquamarine lifted his head to look around again, but didn’t otherwise move, allowing the Corrupt Senshi to tend to his wounds whether he gave his permission or not. He peered into the shadows, searching for any means of escape, or any sign that they weren’t alone in the darkness.
What if the creature was in there with them, lurking in a corner, watching them, waiting for who knew what?
“I have to get back,” he said, voice weak and strained, eyes burning when the pain was almost too much.
He was more used to pain than he used to be; being involved with Jet meant putting himself in danger more often than he cared for. But this pain was different from the scrapes and bruises and minor cuts and sprains he had before. He could barely think through it, much less breathe with the deep ache in his chest.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2020 4:05 pm
Kamacite wished he knew why he was bothering to help this General. He didn't even know the other young man's name, nor had he been asked his. He supposed that was for the best. The less he was involved with this childish General, the better.
But even if he didn't want anything to do with him, this blond a*****e was part of the Negaverse, and it would not do well to be left alone in a place that was already overly populated by senshi and knights. If he was to get back home, then he needed help.
A voice in the back of his head asked him what exactly he thought he was going back to, but Kamacite ignored it. This was not the only time he'd been on his own, and he doubted it would be the last. And he still managed to survive.
"He's here? In this village?" Kamacite asked, always possibly too curious for his own good, but if this Ilian was here, it would be more likely for him to figure out who, just by being around the General.
"You'll get out and get back. I just need you to hold still for now," Kamacite tried once more to calm the young man, but it seemed like he was getting too overwhelmed.
Ironically, once upon a time it would have been him freaking out, instead of the other way around.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2020 5:39 pm
He might be a little more willing to talk when he was injured and delirious, but Aquamarine still knew better than to offer up too much information. He glared at the Corrupt Senshi through the darkness, though it was highly unlikely the Senshi would see it.
“He’s… none of your ********, he should shut his mouth. He shouldn’t have said anything, shouldn’t have answered a single question, should have kept silent and let the Corrupt Senshi do whatever he felt was necessary to treat Aquamarine’s wounds.
It did not escape Aquamarine’s notice either — that they had failed to adequately introduce themselves to one another the two times they’d encountered each other, and therefore didn’t know each other’s names. Aquamarine was sure the Corrupt Senshi at least suspected who he was, based on his association with Jet, but Aquamarine wouldn’t know one Corrupt Senshi from another. They were all the same to him. He barely even saw them as individuals, and he certainly didn’t assign them any value.
And yet, he was stuck here with this Senshi. Jet was in the village still. Hopefully. There was no telling what Jet would do once he realized Aquamarine was missing. Perhaps Seraphinite would be able to stop Jet from doing anything stupid, but it was just as likely that Jet would march out into the darkness and try to take on the creature himself.
What if Aquamarine died here, and Jet died out there, and they never saw one another again?
What if Aquamarine died here, but Jet didn’t die, and was left all alone instead?
What if Aquamarine didn’t die, but Jet did, and Aquamarine had no other reason to keep going?
His eyes grew warm and damp as the possibilities swirled around in his head. Aquamarine took a deep breath, but the ache in his chest was unbearable, and he let the breath out on a stuttering ******** you,” he said, though he didn’t move, didn’t push the Corrupt Senshi away.
But still. ******** him for being around to witness Aquamarine break down.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2020 6:43 pm
As annoying as this General was, Kamacite didn't force the topic. He obviously didn't want to talk about whomever Ilian was, and was getting increasingly emotional. The pain of his wounds probably had something to do with it.
Unfortunately, having met this General before, Kamacite knew how much of a miserable b***h he could be even without being injured.
Kamacite did the best he could to patch the other General up. His own injuries were ignored for the time being, and he used his own sash and ribbon to try to stop the flood of blood and bind anything that shouldn't move until healed.
Part of him was tempted to be a little more rough than he could have been, especially since he kept getting attitude, but he held himself back and treated the wounds as delicately as possible.
Not that the General would know the difference, he was sure. Any pain caused by his injuries Kamacite was sure would be blamed on him.
"That's all I can do with what we have. You'll need to go to the hospital as soon as possible, probably," he said tiredly, his own fatigue and pain reaching a point that he could no longer ignore.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2020 10:09 am
Probably.
Of course he needed to go to the hospital. Anyone with a brain could determine that. Aquamarine was bleeding, and something had to have been broken; would there be this much pain otherwise? The crying wasn’t helping matters. The ache in his chest was excruciating. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe without pain, couldn’t do anything except lay there and cry and hope he didn’t die down there.
Wherever there was.
He didn’t respond to the corrupt Senshi, neither to thank him for his assistance nor to blame him for their predicament. If Aquamarine could turn his back on the corrupt Senshi, he wouldn’t have, but all he could do was continue to lie on his back and stare through the darkness, his face hot and itchy with tears.
The corrupt Senshi could probably hear his sniffling, but at least he couldn’t see.
Aquamarine wasn’t conscious long anyway. He drifted in and out of awareness until he finally passed out again.
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