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Post by Ninmast on Mar 2, 2008 1:50:30 GMT -5
(How about the rest of the house?)
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 2, 2008 2:26:48 GMT -5
Don't look.
That was all Viviette was repeating to herself as the room acted up, boards whipping, nails flying, walls reaching and pulling. Don't look. She stood in the center of the room, rather, an area clear of the wall, as clear of furniture as possible, the only real danger the floorboards beneath her. Her eyes were closed; she was trembling. Somehow, though, she still managed to keep up her humming, which had grown much louder, shaky but ever-present.
The slime had done it first, made her whimper and pale and shut her eyes. Ugly, it was--she couldn't stand ugly things. This usually only applied to insects, but snail-like as the slime was it had managed to incite the same feelings of disgust and nervousness in her, a nervousness which had amplified to terror once the house had started to attack them. And through it all: Don't look. Looking would strike her silent; silent was the worst she could be. Don't. Look.
She heard her comrades cry out in pain, heard the cursing and the amazement, heard the house itself creak and smack and then roar. Don't-- One eye cracked open to stare at the woman of wood and wire and ivy; trembling harder than before, she tore it away to eye her injured comrades. A foot lifted to step forward towards True, who seemed in need of the most help, and then planted itself back on the floor. Moving wasn't a good idea. Was staying still?
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Post by Subtle on Mar 2, 2008 14:04:32 GMT -5
Vic frowns as the wire surrounds his hand, but he stays calm. He holds his arm out and clenches his entangled fist, making it surge with bright red energy, which easily evaporates the wire of the house. He draws his fist back and shakes it, as the energy dissipates. " Well this is weird."
He turns twards mark to see the girl made of wire and then holds both hands to his side, making them glow with the laser like energy once more. " Stand back, man! I'll take her!"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 4, 2008 2:50:18 GMT -5
(You didn't reply to Red Room [Ripple's waiting for you guys to properly introduce yourselves], and I can't think of anything particularly interesting for Jeff to do.)
True didn't see Vivi, didn't see the terror on her face, instead focused on Vic as the ivy snapped and burned away, the smoldering weeds leaving a foul, piercing stench. She grimaced as Aspectus yanked out another nail.
The psychic, in his turn, did see Vivi, seemed to see right through her. He dropped the nail he'd just removed, tearing his gaze away the instant her horror bled over him. It was a bad habit.
"Commander." He started. "I hate to say it, but we need to continue searching. There's no other way back to Pyra. We don't have the time."
True nodded sharply as he jerked out another. "Agreed."
The wood and wire woman continued to build and scream. Now, she had proper arms, thick and long and disproportionate as she snatched for Vic and Mark. Quickly, even the floor boards beneath them started to grow fingers and curl up.
And at Vivi's feet, a thin slime started to bubble upwards.
"Hey!" True shouted over the demon house, wincing and shoving Aspectus away when he yanked another nail. "Don't bother with that way anymore! We should find a back door, or something else!"
She turned and bolted as she finished the statement, deeper into the house. Needed to find the PTDs.
She would've cracked her head open if she were human, bolting into the next room only to tumble down a flight of concrete stairs. "In here! Watch the stairs!" The android called back up once she'd righted herself. No telling if anyone would even hear her. No, Aspectus would hear her.
Aspectus did hear her, but he chose to ignore her for the time being, drawing a silver coin out of his pocket that shifted in a blue flash, shifted into a bizarre alien revolver.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 4, 2008 11:44:20 GMT -5
(Would Jeff be able to hear all the screaming and commotion from upstairs or is the room sort of in its own dimension pocket thing? Most haunted houses, each room is supernaturally self-contained. No one can hear you scream.)
*Red Room*
After a few moments of the confusing silence, Nala reestablished her smile and motioned to herself. "I'm Nala." She motioned down to the digimon. "He's Davidson." Then she turned to the other two. "And they're Rush and Liza." She turned back to the worm creature. "What's your name?"
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 4, 2008 23:08:35 GMT -5
No, she determined, staying still wasn't a very good idea either.
The situation around her was growing worse. Soon enough standing there, no matter how still she stood, wouldn't do much of anything to help her. The one eye she'd been keeping closed slowly crept open to ensure a maximum range of sight; she reluctantly turned her head to look around. Everything seemed to be happening over by her other companions.
But...What was...
Ugly. It was ugly!
For a moment--just a moment--her voice caught in her throat. She went silent. Totally...
Completely...
Silent.
...
And then she screamed. It was a rather terrified scream--but not terrifying, and not a combination of the two, which was the important part. Vivi jerked backwards, her eyes wide; a hand shot up towards the bubble of slime which had started to form, and it was immediately coated in ice which thickened until she dropped her hand, breathing hard. Her humming had resumed, unconscious, instinctive. Needless to say, she looked shaken.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 6, 2008 3:00:27 GMT -5
"Rrrripple." He rolled the R deliberately, almost angrily, something between a growl and a movement, like a fist clenching, or a snake coiling to strike.
But then he relaxed, lips twisting up pleasantly. "Let's go see about those bears." He turned in place and crawled over his dirty chair with long wooden fingers, leading them away, deeper into his home. "What curious creatures they were."
*West*
(I vill wait a bit for Vic to punch Wire Chick)
*Upstairs*
(Psh.)
"Yeah." Nova said to no one, far down the hall again.
Sixth, seventh, eighth. All of the rooms held the same broken doll, the same plain dresser, no more teleporter. Ninth, no broken doll.
Ninth. Same dresser. In the center of the room here stood a girl, possibly late teens, beautifully shaped, but made entirely of concrete. She held the doll in her hands, staring down at it. When Jeff opened the door, she looked up slowly with a grinding.
'Her eye.' A featureless voice echoed from nowhere.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 6, 2008 3:06:55 GMT -5
*Upstairs*
Jeff stepped forward, examining the girl, looking at her eyes. "Don't suppose you can tell me where to find a teleporter without a red light?"
*Red Room*
Nala followed after Ripple, expecting the others to follow.
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Post by Subtle on Mar 6, 2008 4:04:33 GMT -5
Vic thrusts himself forward, pushing Mark out of the way. His normal jovial loudness fades way to a cold stare as he fixes his eyes on the obstacle in his path.
The red glow surrounding his white, spandex clad fist grows larger, moving from melon sized to that of a beach ball, and the white center fades way as the energy darkens, rings of white force blowing off of it, as though Vic couldn't contain all the power in his fist. Dust stirs behind him and his scarf blows back, as the hand is drawn behind his head.
Vic thrusts his arm foreward in a mighty punch, every muscle in his dynamic body flexing as the energy lands home with the wire woman before him. The supercharged glow of the punch balloon outward again with destructive force. And with the crisp noise of a vacuum hiss, the energy had exploded and vanished in a single second, leaving the mighty Vic Riot and his flapping scarf in the swirling dust, grinning, as he drew his hand back for another punch.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 7, 2008 3:26:17 GMT -5
*Upstairs*
The door shut behind Jeff with a gentle squeal. The statue girl leaned forward with another grind to peer at the Shadow Ranger.
'The Husband knows.' That nowhere voice echoed again. 'Invaders may stumble upon. Near. Everywhere. They weaken, I know.'
*Red Room*
The demon came to the door behind his chair, slipped a pair of tweezers prom his pocket and made an unlocking motion. "Click." Replaced the tweezers, opened it, swinging inward.
He went in, a black smile on his slimy lips as he passed without a glance some disgusting wad of meat strung up on the door. It looked fresh, still dripping.
Rush found herself trying to shake off Impendo's frightened grip once more.
"Come along, my little bonitas. Come along with me." Ripple spun in a circle as he walked. Here, the world was blue. Then green as they turned down another hall.
*West*
The room shook with the boom and power. The slime shattered and vanished. The remaining nails in True's back all drew themselves out, turned, up the stairs, whipped back into the wall.
The woman touched her lip as if it were hurt, then pulled, stretched it out long before releasing it to snap back. She shrieked then, somehow wounded. At the second punch, too, she did this.
Then something roared to life, some chainsaw.
...Chainsaw?
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Post by Subtle on Mar 7, 2008 13:11:54 GMT -5
Vic grins, realizing hes winning, and plants both of his hands on his waist to let out a hearty laugh.
" Suck my justice, fiend!" He shouts in an especially loud and enthusiastic voice. He follows up his 'witty' quip with a massive pimp slap to the wire girls face, and then turns back to the others in the group.
The look on his face turns from triumpent to excited, as he hops from one foot to the other and claps his hands. " Chainsaw! We get to fight someone with a chainsaw! This is gonna be fun!"
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 7, 2008 15:00:43 GMT -5
*Upstairs*
The helmet kept any expression on the Shadow Ranger's face completely hidden. The intruders, it probably meant them. One of the groups must have encountered this Husband. "Which group of the Intruders found him?" was his next question of the stone girl.
*Green Hall*
Nala actually chuckled at his antics as she followed along behind him.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 7, 2008 18:49:04 GMT -5
*Upstairs*
The statue's solid lips parted to let out a large, spindly arachnid. 'Her.' The voice corrected.
The spider stopped on her bottom lip to stretch out towards Jeff. 'Scarf and gun, eyes and ice. You can't reach them. They're not there, but I can open the doors.'
*Green Hall*
(Will wait for GB. Probably.)
*WEST*
Indeed, Vic did get to fight someone with a chainsaw. The woman howled a final time and evaporated, revealing a black void that should have been their exit.
The floorboards clawed upwards again, bent to breaking, stretching, trying to grasp each protagonist's legs. Up from one of the black gaps they made the wire woman's back arched out, rising, built of cracking cement and boards. She straightened, a maddened grin plastered across her face and gaining features, long hair of unmowed grass, eyes boiling wads of squirming black ants. She drew up those long arms, now ended in overlarge chainsaws.
She laughed like the breaking of glass, leglessly lunged at Vic, chainsaws high overhead and hurling downwards.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 7, 2008 19:55:06 GMT -5
*Upstairs*
Scarf, gun, eyes, ice. That idiot, Riot, had a scarf, and the mercenary went with him, he had a gun. That skittish girl that was always humming, somebody mentioned something about her having ice powers. They had gone to the west ...
"Very well," he answered the statue. "What must be done?"
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 8, 2008 0:03:01 GMT -5
In a fit of panic Viviette jerked her leg away from the grasping floorboards, rather, tried to, coating the boards with ice and making it thicker, colder, trying to stop their movements altogether or perhaps put the boards in so fragile a state she could simply kick to shatter them. Her eyes were wide in terror--she looked only once at the new form of the wire woman before jerking away, the mass of squirming ants giving her a sick feeling. Scared, she was scared.
But that wasn't any help to her comrades.
A little voice in the back of her head fought through the fear, telling her she needed to do something to try to help rather than just standing there. She wouldn't look towards the wire woman, but she did look towards Aspectus and Mark...Maybe she could help them? Or at least try. Very slowly, but gaining momentum, ice spread from her spot, creaking along the hostile floorboards towards Mark and Aspectus, freezing and thickening their would-be captors as she had done to her own. She only hoped it would work...
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