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Post by Thorn on Oct 31, 2018 18:08:39 GMT -5
((Getting the window-chuckers done first!)) Liou "I'm a human," the human says, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world. "Technically I'm a werewolf but, like, still not meant to be here. Different story and everything." The second raptor-pire chuckles gleefully and grabs at the lich. "Yez! Let us be zroving out of ze vindow on counting of zree. You can be having honour of counting!" The restrained lich clutches its staff tightly and starts muttering in a mystical, almost certainly super evil language. You'd better act quickly! Celestial "It's not a haircut," the bat squeaks. "For somebody who apparently knows a lot about the supernatural, you're really insensitive and insulting and this is why we don't like humans. You're the ones strolling around with your crop-tops and weird-"It's too busy rambling to notice what you're up to, and after being thwacked mid-sentence it plummets to the floor. Hard. Ouch! That was quite a fall, it probably broke a wing or a leg or something there. As you pounce on it it doesn't move. It's out cold, you have time. There is, in fact, a small slit of a window right above the would-be shelf. It's a bit difficult to force open- it's clearly been closed for a long time- and at first the latch catches and you need to unhook that. After a few moments, however, you have the window open. There's a brick ledge not far below, and below that a little garden of colorful flowering plants (pansies, for the curious.) Beyond that it's a very standard, cobbled path leading off across a lawn in dire need of trimming. It's up to you what to do from here- but you might want to act quickly, if you have some cunning plan to prevent the other vampire getting back inside... Note to Celes: I'll give Carrion a bit more time so I'm not cramming too much into one post.
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Post by Thorn on Oct 31, 2018 18:26:55 GMT -5
June Scarlet Ominous laughter echoes all around. The fiery glow leaps from the staff, becoming a burst of bright flickering light which surges across and surrounds the six-inch Star Wars: Black Series Ahsoka Tano action figure. The actual fire is still going on around you. It's now spread to that shelf. The curtains are looking very much worse for wear. The figurine awkwardly stands up, jabbing one plastic lightsaber ineffectually at your foot. It bends immediately on contact. It appears these are very flimsy and not at all designed for violence. Unfortunate. Very well, I gave my word, and I shall clear away these flames. The figurine places a tiny clawed hand against the Staff of Burnification. As though a very good sprinkler system is in place (which it certainly was not five seconds ago), water showers down all around, putting out the flames with a resounding hiss. You have felled the zombies, put out the fire, and helped an ancient entity escape its stick-like prison! That's worth about 250 exp!
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Post by Thorn on Oct 31, 2018 20:11:04 GMT -5
Gelquie The voice begins as a low moan within the pipes, and rises to an audible, breathy murmur. any day could be the last. any day. any day. The washing machine rattles. The windows creak and expand, contract, as though breathing. Somewhere nearby a phone is ringing. Spiders scuttle out from below the washing machine, swarm over the wheelchair, become little hands grasping at and peeling back the rubber. any day could be the day. no escape. no escape.
Fire leaps in front of the windows and doors, but there is a conspicuous absence of heart. You can ascertain this must be one of the illusions the ghost mentioned- although whether or not Athene realises this remains to be seen...
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 1, 2018 5:50:19 GMT -5
Thorn - Athene looks mostly confused at first, especially at the ominous voice from nowhere. She looks around rapidly. "What, what the... Yes, I know that; show yourself!" As commotion increases and the phone rings, Athene sighs. "Someone's not keeping up with this place, who's in charge here, do I really need to get someone to take care of their own house-- Gaugh!" Athene just realized that the spiders were there, and she grimaces. She tries to swat the spiders away once the hands behind to peel back rubber. "Back, get back; I need that! What is this place?" She hears the voice again, and this time it seems to take more meaning, with the spiders and the fire in the windows. She seems to freeze in place. "A-arson? No, no no no, this can't be happening, not like this..." She spins her wheelchair around as fast as she can and zooms right back for the door, doing her best to ignore the spiders but not quite being able to hold back her disgust. "Forget this place! Lemme out!" Athene reaches for the door handle to go back out the door, mentally preparing herself to whip out her phone if that doesn't work or once she's out so she can call for help. "Gods, please don't let the fire be right at the door..."((Dunno if the door is locked or not; up to you if she escapes!))
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Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2018 6:16:42 GMT -5
GelquieThe door at first doesn't give, but then slams outward and against a railing with a resounding crash, and Athene is freed. When she's gone, the door swings closed much more gently, and that ghostly figure once more materialises above the machine. It raises a finger to its lips and stays like this for several long moments. Under the door to the next room, you can see a swirl of darkness, and hear a very faint muttering. "SEE?" it howls when the shadow has faded. "SHE HEARD. SHE HEARD IT ALL. I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH. YOU ARE THE BEST I COULD HAVE ENCOUNTERED IN THIS PLACE. I SHALL FOLLOW YOU TO HAUNT A NEW DOMAIN." (You helped a ghost one-up its rival, and got the ghost to abandon its current haunt! That's worth at least 150 EXP! If you wish to deal with said rival, you can safely assume you moved the ghost to its new home and found your way back here without issue. You can also alternately just call it a day.)
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Post by Celestial on Nov 1, 2018 7:34:01 GMT -5
ThornAfter she gets the window open, Jackie unwraps the bat to make sure it was not too badly hurt. Corrupto might have been an irritating edgelord but she did not deserve to be horribly injured or crippled, and Jackie as part of her job did know some basic first aid. And of course, she still had the diadem. Once she was sure that the bat was going to be fine, however, she unceremoniously dumps it down onto the brick ledge before yanking the diadem off her head. The bat's head was a bit too small so she simply places it into the centre of the circular headpiece. Before it could stir, Jackie puts it back on the ledge and closes and shutters the window, pulling curtains over it and making sure there was no trace of her brute force way of getting the first vampire out. She puts her sweater back on: it was getting chilly. Acting quickly before Carrion returned, Jackie barricades the door, building a secure (but safe: she was not going to be a hypocrite) barrier against the doorknob to stop it turning and opening using the bits and pieces of the shelf that the vampires had only just begun to assemble. Perhaps from here on she could have a solid negotiation point. And if not and the vampire just decided to use its super strength...she holds her lanyard and ID card holder close.
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Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2018 9:56:48 GMT -5
CelestialFootsteps in the hall. Somebody tries the handle, tries again, and then sighs melodramatically. "I suppose I should have seen this coming. If you've somehow banished or killed him, I will turn you into paste." This is very definitely Carrion's voice. "I suppose you're hoping to make me go away? Nice try, but you realise there are like so many other rooms in here? I'm not leaving. Where do you even expect me to go?" Note for Celes: This might be my last reply before d&d (I'm bad at focussing on multiple things at once.) Hopefully we can finish it tomorrow, I get off work early!
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Post by Liou on Nov 1, 2018 10:02:37 GMT -5
Thorn "Well why do you stay here?" the raptor-pire in the dashing scarf snaps at the technically-werewolf human. "Did you come just to be tortured? You can stay if you want better torture! Ah," they add for their packmate, "the television-undead is muttering! Muttering is not good!" Quickly, the raptor-pire pulls off their glove with their teeth and smacks the lich across the mouth. "Now toss that thing back where it came from or so help me! Three!" And the vampire heaves and shoves the lich out of the window with all their meagre strength, aided by the scarf that they had lasso'd.
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Post by Celestial on Nov 1, 2018 11:21:20 GMT -5
ThornJackie pauses. She was having a very hard look at what in her life lead her to this. She should have been at home relaxing with a rummy hot chocolate or a milky cup of tea instead of fighting vampires. That was her co-worker's job. She was hired for sorting papers. Nevertheless, she gave a big sigh. "Your friend is fine. He was...hurling insults at me and then got knocked out. I took the opportunity to take him outside. I revived him beforehand. Probably he's scrabbling at the window saying bad things," she turned back to the door. "You can go outside and check on him if you like. Your shelving will be fine. If you slide the screwdriver under the door, I can even aseemble it for you," it seemed like a fair exchange. She had just knocked this vampire's friend off the ceiling. "Deal?"
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Post by June Scarlet on Nov 1, 2018 18:09:08 GMT -5
June Scarlet Ominous laughter echoes all around. The fiery glow leaps from the staff, becoming a burst of bright flickering light which surges across and surrounds the six-inch Star Wars: Black Series Ahsoka Tano action figure. The actual fire is still going on around you. It's now spread to that shelf. The curtains are looking very much worse for wear. The figurine awkwardly stands up, jabbing one plastic lightsaber ineffectually at your foot. It bends immediately on contact. It appears these are very flimsy and not at all designed for violence. Unfortunate. Very well, I gave my word, and I shall clear away these flames. The figurine places a tiny clawed hand against the Staff of Burnification. As though a very good sprinkler system is in place (which it certainly was not five seconds ago), water showers down all around, putting out the flames with a resounding hiss. You have felled the zombies, put out the fire, and helped an ancient entity escape its stick-like prison! That's worth about 250 exp! "Thank you very much," says the girl dressed as a witch. She grabs the now unpossessed staff and goes back outside to Thorn. "Hey, I got rid of those zombies that were cause you problems. And your staff was possessed, by the way, but it's okay now. Not your figurine so much, though."
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Post by Thorn on Nov 2, 2018 13:20:05 GMT -5
Liou "I was kinda hoping this would just...all end somehow, and I could go back." the human admits. "But I guess I should cut my losses- this wouldn't be the first time I was lost and confused in a strange land." He shrugs slightly and leaves the room. The lich, for its part, is preoccupied falling from the window and cursing the pair of you. These are probably actual curses, come to think of it. Good thing you're a vampire so none of them actually land! Congratulations, you have defeated a lich and banished a cameo-werewolf! That's worth, hmmm...about 1000 exp because technically you did defeat a lich (just don't let your packmate know or you'll have to share!) Celestial Carrion laughs. "How stupid do you think I am? Why would you offer to build my shelf after locking me out of this room? This is clearly a ploy to get us both outside." You can hear her tapping the screwdriver against the door, over and over. "So it seems we're at a impasse. Or whatever people call this in the cool films."
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Post by Celestial on Nov 2, 2018 15:07:31 GMT -5
ThornJackie sighs. "Only people trying to be cool use the word 'impasse'. Like Aeneas," she looks back towards the door. "It's not a ploy. I will build your shelf if you go outside. It's the least I can do. You could also check on your companion and I will technically have freed this house of undead. You can come back in if you're invited later." She rolls her eyes, realising how ridiculous this situation was. "Why do you even like this house anyway? Why not live in a mansion or something? Instead you're here, building IKEA shelves. IF you're a vampire, you could go anywhere, right? So why here?"
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Post by Thorn on Nov 2, 2018 17:17:29 GMT -5
Celestial"What, are you offering to let me live in a mansion rent-free?" Carrion retorts. There's a long pause. "Fine," the vampire hisses at length. "But if he's dead I will come back through that window, invitation or no." A screwdriver rolls under the door, and the front door slams. You can faintly hear Carrion grumbling as she trudges along the length of the house: "-yeah Thorn'll let me back in. Rude not to. Hope that human doesn't screw up those shelves, or I'll- aww that's a really cute little tiara actually, I think it would suit me." Congratulations! You have (technically) freed the house of its vampiric residents! That's worth 200 exp.
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Post by Celestial on Nov 2, 2018 17:23:55 GMT -5
ThornJackie sighs, relieved to have avoided a fight. She picks up the screwdriver and goes over to the shelving unit. Even if she was not the best at this, she did promise. An hour later, a more or less steady and complete shelf, minus a few leftover bolts, is standing complete for if/when Carrion and perhaps Corrupto return. Jackie puts the screwdriver on the top shelf and wipes her glasses. "Finally. I can go home." She proceeds through the house, keeping ane eye out just in case there were some sneaky vampires or other undead hiding in the wings. Luckily, there was nothing. Jackie looks around for the humanoid, Thorn, she had met at the beginning. "Your house is free of vampires. I'll be going now. I have a lot to do." The admin walks outside towards her car before turning, folding her arms. "I'll just walk and call the mechanic in the morning."
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Post by June Scarlet on Nov 2, 2018 20:28:55 GMT -5
(Only just now caught that it was Dungeon of Dangerous Deadliness, I've been reading it as Dungeon of Dangerous Deadlines this whole time. As in, this is a short event, and the deadline is always looming, as opposed to being a deadly dungeon.)
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