Trixie smirked evily at Revel there, and sat right next to Jack. She began eating the fruits and vegetables at the table. She looked like she was enjoying it. After she was done, she looked at Revel. "Tasted more...diverse in a way. Plus theres also a slug here...who seems to really like my new form." she pointed at Suggy on her shoulder.
"Ah, yes..." Revel gives a half smirk as he observes the oversize slug with the disproportionately large head. "Quite the little sleazy slime bucket, isn't he?"
"Hey!" Sluggy yells out, licking his lips as he goggles Trixie's neck, "Don't go making me look bad, you hopped up sorry excuse for a deity, I was just starting to get my foot in the door with this hot little thing!"
Revel raises a brow, mildly humored. "Nice pun."
Sluggy, felling a little flattered, forms a sloppy and disfigures smile as his eyes gawk about in opposing directions. He releases a bit more mucus on the base of Trixie's neck.
"OH, HELLOOOOO THEEEEEEERE!" Silas boisterously proclaimed to Revel. "Wait, who are you again? I never caught your actual name, because I doubt you're the Claus."
Revel plugs one ears with a finger, giving a little scratch like he might be slightly annoyed. He regards Jack with a slightly glower looks. "Seems his new will is inhibiting his observational skills. Are you big on regret?" He looks back Silas. "Again, young man, as I've mentioned clearly on three previous occasions since you entered the room, my name is Revel. - I mean, to be fair, it isn't actually my real name, but since my real name isn't the easiest word to for humans to pronounce, Revel will have to do."
Revel's thoughts then seem a touch preoccupied as his eyes divert to an unoccupied part of the room. He then addresses everyone at the table with a hint of peculiar intrigue, and says something that no doubt seems random.
"Billiards is often a gentleman's game. Or... at least it will be."
"Yeah... sure..." Buttons manages to speak between shoveling down mouthfuls of fish.
Fin watched as the little furry creature laughed, rolling around every which place in the room. Did I say something funny? Fin watched as the little Hedge-Dwarf, as he thought of the creature, left and told his friend what the funny thing was, bursting into more histerics.
As they left, Fin tried wriggle out of the boots the had strung him up from, and the ropes on his wrist too. He hated being trapped. He needed to move, have freedom in his arms and legs. Being hanged up like yesterdays coat was not something he would stand for. Er, you know what I mean.
While Fin hangs around in the Basement, an uncomfortably large, grey rat comes into view, rummaging through the left over rotting scraps on the floor, and eventually comes across Fin's Billiard ball. It inspects the the ball curiously, then gives it a little bite, causing the the ball to start rolling until it runs out of momentum right bellow Fin's head, which is when the rat appears to become aware of Fin's presence. Curious, the rat makes its way over to Fin, rises up on its haunches to sniff around at Fin's face then, turning one eye to inspect him further, it opens its mouth and speaks:
"You're not from around here, are you? A little word of advise, too much blood to the brain can make you see things."
The rat then sniffs around at Fin's mouth and nose for a while, before careening back a little to propose an idea: "How would you like to join us for dinner?"
The dark, cloaked figure for some time, possibly awaiting all those in the foyer to leave, remains motionless, hands sheathed in their sleeves, face hidden in the darkness of their hood until, at last, Faux poses a direct question. They now turn slowly, smoothly, facing Faux. Yet another moment of silence passes before a voice like that of a man, distorted by an underlying broken sound similar to that of a rattlesnake, emanates from their person.
“You are not what we seek…. Leave.”
The final word of their statement was unmistakably darker, sinister, threatening, accompanied by a short, sharp shifting of the floor beneath Faux’s feet.
Faux flinches at the figure's threatening words. Taking a step back, he turns to look at the aperture, deciding to swallow his pride and leave as the figure has asked. It is then that he sees it-- the opening in the wall promptly closing for no explicable reason.
He slowly and stiffly turns back around to face the figure, with likely the most pained smile in all of history. Another bout of uncomfortable silence permeates the room.
"I can tell," he finally says, clearing his throat as if nothing has happened. "You must be in a rush, then."
Faux lets another moment of silence pass as he looks up at the figure.
"I'm not stopping you from leaving, y'know," he adds. "I just gotta know, else I'll regret it later. Who's 'we'? What're you looking for?"
"Ah, yes..." Revel gives a half smirk as he observes the oversize slug with the disproportionately large head. "Quite the little sleazy slime bucket, isn't he?"
"Hey!" Sluggy yells out, licking his lips as he goggles Trixie's neck, "Don't go making me look bad, you hopped up sorry excuse for a deity, I was just starting to get my foot in the door with this hot little thing!"
Revel raises a brow, mildly humored. "Nice pun."
Sluggy, felling a little flattered, forms a sloppy and disfigures smile as his eyes gawk about in opposing directions. He releases a bit more mucus on the base of Trixie's neck.
"I'd rather he not do the slime and mucus...." she says to Revel. "Thanks for calling me hot though." she says to Sluggy, she eats some more food, enjoying it.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Ah, yes..." Revel gives a half smirk as he observes the oversize slug with the disproportionately large head. "Quite the little sleazy slime bucket, isn't he?"
"Hey!" Sluggy yells out, licking his lips as he goggles Trixie's neck, "Don't go making me look bad, you hopped up sorry excuse for a deity, I was just starting to get my foot in the door with this hot little thing!"
Revel raises a brow, mildly humored. "Nice pun."
Sluggy, felling a little flattered, forms a sloppy and disfigures smile as his eyes gawk about in opposing directions. He releases a bit more mucus on the base of Trixie's neck.
Revel plugs one ears with a finger, giving a little scratch like he might be slightly annoyed. He regards Jack with a slightly glower looks. "Seems his new will is inhibiting his observational skills. Are you big on regret?" He looks back Silas. "Again, young man, as I've mentioned clearly on three previous occasions since you entered the room, my name is Revel. - I mean, to be fair, it isn't actually my real name, but since my real name isn't the easiest word to for humans to pronounce, Revel will have to do."
Revel's thoughts then seem a touch preoccupied as his eyes divert to an unoccupied part of the room. He then addresses everyone at the table with a hint of peculiar intrigue, and says something that no doubt seems random.
"Billiards is often a gentleman's game. Or... at least it will be."
"Yeah... sure..." Buttons manages to speak between shoveling down mouthfuls of fish.
While Fin hangs around in the Basement, an uncomfortably large, grey rat comes into view, rummaging through the left over rotting scraps on the floor, and eventually comes across Fin's Billiard ball. It inspects the the ball curiously, then gives it a little bite, causing the the ball to start rolling until it runs out of momentum right bellow Fin's head, which is when the rat appears to become aware of Fin's presence. Curious, the rat makes its way over to Fin, rises up on its haunches to sniff around at Fin's face then, turning one eye to inspect him further, it opens its mouth and speaks:
"You're not from around here, are you? A little word of advise, too much blood to the brain can make you see things."
The rat then sniffs around at Fin's mouth and nose for a while, before careening back a little to propose an idea: "How would you like to join us for dinner?"
"Well, sorry," Silas remarks sarcastically, with emphasis on the sorry, "that I have to deal with this new will." Then he replies to Revel's remark. "Billiard? The number?" he laughs.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Fin looks at the rat, confused. He had ever seen wild-life that could talk. Either I'm going mad, or this is one of the reasons this god-forsaken town was quarantined. Fin, not to be one to refuse the possibility of help, though still cautious about what it meant by 'dinner', he said, "I might have joined you for dinner, but these ropes make it so hard to get down. Would you by chance be able to loosen them?"
As the cultists journey through the mansion, they all soon find themselves in the same room. But before they can leave, the doors combust and vanish, leaving only two doors, one which opens revealing that it leads outside, while the other is barricaded with thick, spiked vines.
"I'd suggest taking that door and leaving." A voice says. Ei's voice, as she too appears in the room. Though, perhaps, it's not the 'true' Ei, her usual clothes replaced with a green robe, and her eyes pure green.
"You seek my friend for reasons I do not know. You seek to hunt her down with a reason that is beyond me. I do not know what motivation lies behind your actions, but I can tell you this; you won't get her. Already have three of your group failed to make it this far, though one of those is merely distracted. Leave her be and you shall be spared, continue on your fool's quest and you shall suffer. I won't let you hurt my friend, as she is the only one I have."
One of the dark figures, be it the one at the center of the seven, slowly unsheathes their hands from their sleeves. Their skin, different than witnessed on previous occasions, looks to have the constitution of granite, though the structure of their slender, pointed fingers remains the same. The hands hold position several inches apart, as though grasping an invisible object between them. Within that space appears a mass of chaotic movement that consists of countless souls churning and screaming in a ball of volatile flames. Out from this threshing mass falls a soul to the floor. As the soul lifts itself from the floor, burnt and broken as one might expect a captive of hell to appear, it lifts its tortured eye’s to Ei and begins to stagger in a crippled and decrepit fashion toward her. When it comes to within a few feet of Ei, it stops to speak, and it is at that time that Ei recognizes, beneath the burnt lacerations of their face, that she is in fact looking back at herself.
“We understand you have been deceived…” Their words are wisp and carried on an exhale of thin smoke, but the voice is unmistakably Ei’s. “The child does not care for you. She is incapable of kinship in the way that you know it. It is not in her nature to be your… friend. You do not understand what you’re dealing with. By withholding her from us you… you do not see the danger that will be unleashed upon this world. She was born with one purpose and… without the council of that purpose… she cannot be suffered to live. She is a liar… she will forsake you… she is not what you want her to be.
We therefore must request, for the benefit of all, that you release this child unto us…. Before it is too late.”
The soul then grows quiet, awaiting Ei’s response, while the seven dark figures remain still, silently observing. It would seem they are willing, at least for the time being, to allow this interview to take place.
Faux flinches at the figure's threatening words. Taking a step back, he turns to look at the aperture, deciding to swallow his pride and leave as the figure has asked. It is then that he sees it-- the opening in the wall promptly closing for no explicable reason.
He slowly and stiffly turns back around to face the figure, with likely the most pained smile in all of history. Another bout of uncomfortable silence permeates the room.
"I can tell," he finally says, clearing his throat as if nothing has happened. "You must be in a rush, then."
Faux lets another moment of silence pass as he looks up at the figure.
"I'm not stopping you from leaving, y'know," he adds. "I just gotta know, else I'll regret it later. Who's 'we'? What're you looking for?"
The dark figure slowly unsheathes their hands from their sleeves. Their skin looks to have the constitution of granite with slender, pointed fingers. The hands hold position several inches apart, as though grasping an invisible object between them. Within that space appears a mass of chaotic movement that consists of countless souls churning and screaming in a ball of volatile flames. Out from this threshing mass falls a soul to the floor. As the soul lifts itself from the floor, burnt and broken as one might expect a captive of hell to appear, it lifts its tortured eye’s to Faux and begins to stagger in a crippled and decrepit fashion toward him. When it comes to within a few feet of Faux, it stops to speak, and it is at that time that Faux recognizes, beneath the burnt lacerations of their face, that he is in fact looking back at himself.
“We seek that which will destroy you….” Their words are wisp and carried on an exhale of thin smoke, but the voice is unmistakably Faux’s. “…The one we seek is a child of great power.... This child will deceive you… for they are born of the darkness…. You must not suffer them to live…. You must prevent them from destroying you. You must take their life before they take yours….”
As Faux’s tortured soul ends its speech, it holds up one disfigured hand, its crooked finger trembling to extend its point at Faux. In that moment, Faux receives an image in his mind, an Image of Annie. This image then changes as the features of Annie mature to that of a slightly older… very beautiful young woman.
When the vision fades, Faux finds himself alone in the foyer. The dark figure and the representation of his own tortured soul, have both departed.
Jack listens to Revel before turning to Lyudmila as he introduces her. "Well, nice to meet you, Lyudmila. As for Maras, yes, he was the one who brought us here. I take it you and him are associates of some sort, then?"
"You... could say that. We both serve the same person, that is how we know eachother. Is he off fighting again?"
One of the dark figures, be it the one at the center of the seven, slowly unsheathes their hands from their sleeves. Their skin, different than witnessed on previous occasions, looks to have the constitution of granite, though the structure of their slender, pointed fingers remains the same. The hands hold position several inches apart, as though grasping an invisible object between them. Within that space appears a mass of chaotic movement that consists of countless souls churning and screaming in a ball of volatile flames. Out from this threshing mass falls a soul to the floor. As the soul lifts itself from the floor, burnt and broken as one might expect a captive of hell to appear, it lifts its tortured eye’s to Ei and begins to stagger in a crippled and decrepit fashion toward her. When it comes to within a few feet of Ei, it stops to speak, and it is at that time that Ei recognizes, beneath the burnt lacerations of their face, that she is in fact looking back at herself.
“We understand you have been deceived…” Their words are wisp and carried on an exhale of thin smoke, but the voice is unmistakably Ei’s. “The child does not care for you. She is incapable of kinship in the way that you know it. It is not in her nature to be your… friend. You do not understand what you’re dealing with. By withholding her from us you… you do not see the danger that will be unleashed upon this world. She was born with one purpose and… without the council of that purpose… she cannot be suffered to live. She is a liar… she will forsake you… she is not what you want her to be.
We therefore must request, for the benefit of all, that you release this child unto us…. Before it is too late.”
The soul then grows quiet, awaiting Ei’s response, while the seven dark figures remain still, silently observing. It would seem they are willing, at least for the time being, to allow this interview to take place.
Ei seems thorougly unimpressed at the figures actions. Either that or she's incapable of expressing interest. Once the soul finishes talking, Ei chuckles.
"You claim that Annie only has one purpose, and that she is a threat to this world without it, but I disagree. I belive that she can find a different purpose in life, and I feel... obligated to help my friend, help her live a life that does not involve you. I do not fear potential betrayal, I do not worry about the danger she is to this world, neither of those things matter to me. Even if she betrays me and kills me, it'll just be a minor annoyance at worst, and I will keep trying to help her live a more... normal life, no matter the cost. But while my friend is... busy right now, I do know one way I can help her; keeping you away from her, no matter your reason for trying to take her. So you have two options, leave her with me, or fail at trying to take her away."
Ei sighs and shakes her head.
"Those are the options. I will not hand her over. If you leave, then perhaps we could... trade something in return for you leaving if you so desire. If not, then too bad, I am not leaving my friend, even if your claim that she doesn't see me as her friend is true."
This was it. She was done. She couldn't keep awake anymore. Chisille needed a place to sleep for the night... or void as she saw outside, and on top of the dining table with at least 5 other humans or humanoid creatures sitting down nearby just wasn't going to cut it. Fearless or not, she knew the dangers they posed to her kind and was not about to let down her guard because of that.
Dragging her bucket off the table and herself with it, she landed back down on the floor which was now completely water free. It was safe to assume that the kitchen that was nearby would be free of water as well. A perfect place free from the others. She walked over to the door. It was closed now for some reason, so briefly letting go of the bucket, she did her little 2-legged trick to give herself the extra height she needed, using her front paws to fiddle with the handle until it opened. It felt harder to do so then normal, but she managed it in the end.
However what she saw was definitely not the food-filled kitchen that she expected to see. Instead of was a room filled with a large number of those thick papery things she knew only as books. A library, it seemed. Chisille was only confused at the change of location for a moment, when she remembered it didn't really matter where she should be going, as long as it was one place. Away from the others. Gathering up her bucket once more, she trotted through the doorway.
Now that she had a room to herself, all she needed was some place to sleep. A chair in there would be comfy... if she wasn't twice it's size. As she wandered about, she spotted a large pile of fallen books, the bookshelf that they were supposed to be in... had gone missing... for some reason. It didn't matter to her at least. A pile of books would be a great spot for her to rest her tired body on, particularly because they would shift about as she got comfortable, forming a groove to better suit her.
So without further ado, Chisille set her bucket down on the pile, scattered it a little with a few scrapes of her paws and laid down on top, eyelids drooping as she yawned widely.
Fin looks at the rat, confused. He had ever seen wild-life that could talk. Either I'm going mad, or this is one of the reasons this god-forsaken town was quarantined. Fin, not to be one to refuse the possibility of help, though still cautious about what it meant by 'dinner', he said, "I might have joined you for dinner, but these ropes make it so hard to get down. Would you by chance be able to loosen them?"
The rat sighs and slumps.
"Man, here you are conversing with an over-sized rat who just asked you to dinner while hanging from a ceiling in a basement after being kidnapped by little furry men in a not so abandoned town.... Is it really so hard to believe that cutting you down is such a big deal?"
Before Fin could answer, he found himself landing seated in a chair with a heavy thud at a dinner table lavishly decorated with food. His hands and legs were free from binds, and in front of him was a bowl of soup that instantly splashed all over him when his Billiard ball landed in it. Unfortunately, at least form Fins point of view, all the other guests at the table were giant, man-size rats, except for one smaller one eating fish at one end of the table.
One of the man-sized rats that looked identical to the one Fin had just seen in the basement, only much bigger now, was seated at the head of the table. He stopped nibbling his turkey leg with his big bucked teeth and looked at Fin as if nothing was wrong.
"Hi there, Fin! I'm Revel, and Welcome to dinner! Dig in before it gets cold!"
"Man, here you are conversing with an over-sized rat who just asked you to dinner while hanging from a ceiling in a basement after being kidnapped by little furry men in a not so abandoned town.... Is it really so hard to believe that cutting you down is such a big deal?"
Before Fin could answer, he found himself landing seated in a chair with a heavy thud at a dinner table lavishly decorated with food. His hands and legs were free from binds, and in front of him was a bowl of soup that instantly splashed all over him when his Billiard ball landed in it. Unfortunately, at least form Fins point of view, all the other guests at the table were giant, man-size rats, except for one smaller one eating fish at one end of the table, and another about the size of an average dog sleeping on the floor next to a bucket of Oreo's in the corner.
One of the man-sized rats that looked identical to the one Fin had just seen in the basement, only much bigger now, was seated at the head of the table. He stopped nibbling his turkey leg with his big bucked teeth and looked at Fin as if nothing was wrong.
"Hi there, Fin! I'm Revel, and Welcome to dinner! Dig in before it gets cold!"
Fin landed confusedly at the table after being cut down by the rat. At least, he thought it was a rat... As he looked up, he slightly paled at the sight before him. Giant rats all around the table each eating their own food. He thought he saw a tiny rat on the shoulder of one of the giant ones too. As his Billiard magically landed in the soup in front of him, he snapped back to reality from the dazed state he was in and immediately fished out the Billiard, a red one with a 2 on it, holding it in his hand threateningly. (( Is it possible to hold a spheroid object threateningly?))
"What the bloody devil is going on here?!" He thanked the stars that his satchel was still with him, and reached in and grabbed another Billiard, this one black with an eight on it. "Where am I?"
Fin landed confusedly at the table after being cut down by the rat. At least, he thought it was a rat... As he looked up, he slightly paled at the sight before him. Giant rats all around the table each eating their own food. He thought he saw a tiny rat on the shoulder of one of the giant ones too. As his Billiard magically landed in the soup in front of him, he snapped back to reality from the dazed state he was in and immediately fished out the Billiard, a red one with a 2 on it, holding it in his hand threateningly. (( Is it possible to hold a spheroid object threateningly?))
"What the bloody devil is going on here?!" He thanked the stars that his satchel was still with him, and reached in and grabbed another Billiard, this one black with an eight on it. "Where am I?"
In response, the large rat who called himself Revel, dropped his turkey leg horrified. "Manners, please. No playing with your balls at the table."
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Location:
NSW
Join Date:
1/2/2015
Posts:
46
Location:
Australia
Minecraft:
Cyctorn
Member Details
Faux stands silently in the Foyer, contemplating what had just happened.
That thing... it looked like me. Was that my soul?, he thinks hopefully to himself. No... just wishful thinking. Only Renard has one.
He sighs and shakes his head, trying not to think too much about it. At least he had somewhat gotten what he asked for-- some girl somewhere in the mansion was real dangerous.
He begins to consider his options, looking back at the wall in which the aperture had closed, and at the only two doors in the room, which inconveniently had pink-coloured force fields over them.
"Wow," he says to himself. "I've found myself in the best of situations."
"You... could say that. We both serve the same person, that is how we know eachother. Is he off fighting again?"
Jack nods. "I see. And unless he's moved on to something else, he was fighting the... robed figures outside. But, since one appeared in the Foyer, I'd guess that would mean they've found their way into the mansion, so that may not be the case anymore."
This was it. She was done. She couldn't keep awake anymore. Chisille needed a place to sleep for the night... or void as she saw outside, and on top of the dining table with at least 5 other humans or humanoid creatures sitting down nearby just wasn't going to cut it. Fearless or not, she knew the dangers they posed to her kind and was not about to let down her guard because of that.
Dragging her bucket off the table and herself with it, she landed back down on the floor which was now completely water free. It was safe to assume that the kitchen that was nearby would be free of water as well. A perfect place free from the others. She walked over to the door. It was closed now for some reason, so briefly letting go of the bucket, she did her little 2-legged trick to give herself the extra height she needed, using her front paws to fiddle with the handle until it opened. It felt harder to do so then normal, but she managed it in the end.
Jack chews a chunk of steak as he watches Chisille leave, swallowing it as she passes through the door. "A talking dragon... another one for the list of firsts here in Waise." He turns back to his meal, downing some more of his ale.
Before Fin could answer, he found himself landing seated in a chair with a heavy thud at a dinner table lavishly decorated with food. His hands and legs were free from binds, and in front of him was a bowl of soup that instantly splashed all over him when his Billiard ball landed in it. Unfortunately, at least form Fins point of view, all the other guests at the table were giant, man-size rats, except for one smaller one eating fish at one end of the table.
One of the man-sized rats that looked identical to the one Fin had just seen in the basement, only much bigger now, was seated at the head of the table. He stopped nibbling his turkey leg with his big bucked teeth and looked at Fin as if nothing was wrong.
"Hi there, Fin! I'm Revel, and Welcome to dinner! Dig in before it gets cold!"
Fin landed confusedly at the table after being cut down by the rat. At least, he thought it was a rat... As he looked up, he slightly paled at the sight before him. Giant rats all around the table each eating their own food. He thought he saw a tiny rat on the shoulder of one of the giant ones too. As his Billiard magically landed in the soup in front of him, he snapped back to reality from the dazed state he was in and immediately fished out the Billiard, a red one with a 2 on it, holding it in his hand threateningly. (( Is it possible to hold a spheroid object threateningly?))
"What the bloody devil is going on here?!" He thanked the stars that his satchel was still with him, and reached in and grabbed another Billiard, this one black with an eight on it. "Where am I?"
A particularly large, armored black rat Jack watches Fin as he threatens them with some kind of marked orb. Jack figured he must be a mage, or warlock, or some other kind of magic user, perhaps. Either that or it was just a mundane but solid ball and Fin just didn't have anything else on hand to use as a weapon. Jack finishes his drink of ale before picking up his knife and fork again, stating, "Take a look around you. You're at a feast. What else could this be?" before consuming more of the steak.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
Colored text indicates in-character statements/actions. Because Forum Games has basically just been a big open RP for a long time now and it's the only place I ever post anymore, when I post at all.
Fin landed confusedly at the table after being cut down by the rat. At least, he thought it was a rat... As he looked up, he slightly paled at the sight before him. Giant rats all around the table each eating their own food. He thought he saw a tiny rat on the shoulder of one of the giant ones too. As his Billiard magically landed in the soup in front of him, he snapped back to reality from the dazed state he was in and immediately fished out the Billiard, a red one with a 2 on it, holding it in his hand threateningly. (( Is it possible to hold a spheroid object threateningly?))
"What the bloody devil is going on here?!" He thanked the stars that his satchel was still with him, and reached in and grabbed another Billiard, this one black with an eight on it. "Where am I?"
The tiny rat, not even bigger than a gerbil on the shoulder of one of the man sizes rats, seems to be drooling, paying no real mind to Fin since he has his undivided attention of the furry neck of the rat he is perched on.
The black and white rat, not really bigger than an regular large rat and eating the plate of fish at the end of the table, appears rudely interrupted by Fins yelling. He stops eating for a moment and coughs like trying to heave up a furball as he looks at fin.
"Please don't yell, I'm easily prone to indigestion." He was about to return to eating his food when he decides to take an extra moment to say something else. "So you got a name, or what? You can call me Buttons." Unwilling to wait a response, Buttons returns to hurriedly consuming his fish like it might at any moment grow legs and run away.
Jack nods. "I see. And unless he's moved on to something else, he was fighting the... robed figures outside. But, since one appeared in the Foyer, I'd guess that would mean they've found their way into the mansion, so that may not be the case anymore."
Jack chews a chunk of steak as he watches Chisille leave, swallowing it as she passes through the door. "A talking dragon... another one for the list of firsts here in Waise." He turns back to his meal, downing some more of his ale.
A particularly large, armored black rat Jack watches Fin as he threatens them with some kind of marked orb. Jack figured he must be a mage, or warlock, or some other kind of magic user, perhaps. Either that or it was just a mundane but solid ball and Fin just didn't have anything else on hand to use as a weapon. Jack finishes his drink of ale before picking up his knife and fork again, stating, "Take a look around you. You're at a feast. What else could this be?" before consuming more of the steak.
Revel chuckles a little, moderately happy for his little game, and transmits a little thought to Jack and Mila. Jack and Mila can hear the thoughts undeniably as Revel's voice.
Poor kid is terrified of giant rats. And just for an instant, while hearing this, Jack and Lyudmila catch a glimpse of Fin's point of view.
"I know, I can be petty at times. Put it down to boredom, I guess. Would you like a refile, Jack, maybe a different kind of beverage this time?"
He then looks at Fin, smiles to reveal more of his ratty pearly whites. "And how about yourself, Fin? Name your poison."
Faux stands silently in the Foyer, contemplating what had just happened.
That thing... it looked like me. Was that my soul?, he thinks hopefully to himself. No... just wishful thinking. Only Renard has one.
He sighs and shakes his head, trying not to think too much about it. At least he had somewhat gotten what he asked for-- some girl somewhere in the mansion was real dangerous.
He begins to consider his options, looking back at the wall in which the aperture had closed, and at the only two doors in the room, which inconveniently had pink-coloured force fields over them.
"Wow," he says to himself. "I've found myself in the best of situations."
"And it would seem we may be getting a new guest," Revel then regards the wall of the dining room, where the archway appears again for Faux to join them if he chooses.
"There's plenty of room for another at the table if you've changed your mind, Faux." He calls out kindly. "Just try not to drag in any souls of the departed on your way through."
This was it. She was done. She couldn't keep awake anymore. Chisille needed a place to sleep for the night... or void as she saw outside, and on top of the dining table with at least 5 other humans or humanoid creatures sitting down nearby just wasn't going to cut it. Fearless or not, she knew the dangers they posed to her kind and was not about to let down her guard because of that.
Dragging her bucket off the table and herself with it, she landed back down on the floor which was now completely water free. It was safe to assume that the kitchen that was nearby would be free of water as well. A perfect place free from the others. She walked over to the door. It was closed now for some reason, so briefly letting go of the bucket, she did her little 2-legged trick to give herself the extra height she needed, using her front paws to fiddle with the handle until it opened. It felt harder to do so then normal, but she managed it in the end.
However what she saw was definitely not the food-filled kitchen that she expected to see. Instead of was a room filled with a large number of those thick papery things she knew only as books. A library, it seemed. Chisille was only confused at the change of location for a moment, when she remembered it didn't really matter where she should be going, as long as it was one place. Away from the others. Gathering up her bucket once more, she trotted through the doorway.
Now that she had a room to herself, all she needed was some place to sleep. A chair in there would be comfy... if she wasn't twice it's size. As she wandered about, she spotted a large pile of fallen books, the bookshelf that they were supposed to be in... had gone missing... for some reason. It didn't matter to her at least. A pile of books would be a great spot for her to rest her tired body on, particularly because they would shift about as she got comfortable, forming a groove to better suit her.
So without further ado, Chisille set her bucket down on the pile, scattered it a little with a few scrapes of her paws and laid down on top, eyelids drooping as she yawned widely.
Then she fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Down in the cellar, Bob just by chance happens to stumble up the stairwell and into the next room, which just so happens to be the library, where he staggers for a while before tripping over a small sleeping dragon. As he fell, Chisille, had she woken quickly enough, may have caught the sound of Bob's voice, possibly attempting to say 'sorry', although the word didn't finish, cut short when his face connected hard with the floor. He lays there for a while, feet slowly kicking as if he didn't even realize he wasn't walking anymore. After a short while, maybe just by random chance, he manages to roll over, sit up, and clamber to his feet again, still utterly dazed as he recommences his stagger about the library.
Meanwhile, Down in the cellar, Bob just by chance happens to stumble up the stairwell and into the next room, which just so happens to be the library, where he staggers for a while before tripping over a small sleeping dragon. As he fell, Chisille, had she woken quickly enough, may have caught the sound of Bob's voice, possibly attempting to say 'sorry', although the word didn't finish, cut short when his face connected hard with the floor. He lays there for a while, feet slowly kicking as if he didn't even realize he wasn't walking anymore. After a short while, maybe just by random chance, he manages to roll over, sit up, and clamber to his feet again, still utterly dazed as he recommences his stagger about the library.
Even though she was really tired, when she heard the sounds of Bob stumbling around her sleep was interrupted. This turned out to be interrupted even more when she felt the pressure of someone larger then her touching then falling over her. She instantly squirmed away before turning around, glaring at the stranger who had had the audacity to fall over her.
Being interrupted in her sleep while she was acting normal would've made her run perhaps a little bit further before watching what had done this. However she wasn't acting normal. She felt extremely angry and irritated that her sleep had been interrupted, flaring her wings as wide as they would go to intimidate Bob... which wasn't very effective given his state. This irritated her even further as the stumbling fool continued to walk about her temporary lair.
Small plumes of smoke had begun rising from her nostrils. She growled very lowly and angrily as she watched what he would do next, though with her small size and feminine traits it wasn't as low as you might think. If Bob wasn't going to leave there was going to be a little problem.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Even though she was really tired, when she heard the sounds of Bob stumbling around her sleep was interrupted. This turned out to be interrupted even more when she felt the pressure of someone larger then her touching then falling over her. She instantly squirmed away before turning around, glaring at the stranger who had had the audacity to fall over her.
Being interrupted in her sleep while she was acting normal would've made her run perhaps a little bit further before watching what had done this. However she wasn't acting normal. She felt extremely angry and irritated that her sleep had been interrupted, flaring her wings as wide as they would go to intimidate Bob... which wasn't very effective given his state. This irritated her even further as the stumbling fool continued to walk about her temporary lair.
Small plumes of smoke had begun rising from her nostrils. She growled very lowly and angrily as she watched what he would do next, though with her small size and feminine traits it wasn't as low as you might think. If Bob wasn't going to leave there was going to be a little problem.
Unfortunately, Bob seems utterly oblivious, not just to Chisille, but also to everything around him. He continues to stagger about in his daze and walks into a bookshelf, turns by way of rebound effect, then walks into another bookshelf, rebounds off that one, and then walks into a wall where he just continues walking, scraping along the wall on an awkward angle until he finds himself with face buried in the corner, feet continuing the move even though the actions aren't getting him anywhere.
Unfortunately, Bob seems utterly oblivious, not just to Chisille, but also to everything around him. He continues to stagger about in his daze and walks into a bookshelf, turns by way of rebound effect, then walks into another bookshelf, rebounds off that one, and then walks into a wall where he just continues walking, scraping along the wall on an awkward angle until he finds himself with face buried in the corner, feet continuing the move even though the actions aren't getting him anywhere.
The longer Bob just stumbled around the room ignoring Chisille's aggressive stance, the angrier she got. It was bad enough he had bashed into her, the fact that he didn't seem to care was just insulting. Her tail twitched angrily as her spike threatened to lash out at him, but she had a better idea. The smoke that was rising from her nose turned into full fire inside her belly and shot out from her mouth, arcing towards Bob. The flames lap at his back which would be rather painful to anyone who could actually react to it.
Even this did not get the damn human to leave her presence, so it was probably in her best interest to not push this issue any further. Scare one away, yes. Outright kill them for waking her up... maybe. Kill them while other humans who somewhat trusted her were around? No. She didn't want to draw aggro to herself.
Spitting out a cloud of soot out of spite, she huffed and turned her back, grabbing her bucket along the way and reached a door out of the room. With another door opened she walked through and slammed it shut with her tail, producing a very audible BANG. Looking around the place, she finds herself in the living room that she had met Ariel inside. This place was more what she was looking for, though the main lounge was missing from before except the cushions. Mysterious!
Dragging whatever comfort items she could find in this room into a corner, she set her bucket down right down in the middle of it, then curled around it, hiding her snout under the spike of her tail and setting one of her wings down over the bucket. Chisille was still irritated after being disturbed, but sleep was calling. Soon she drifted off into the dream world again.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
"You... could say that. We both serve the same person, that is how we know eachother. Is he off fighting again?"
Ei seems thorougly unimpressed at the figures actions. Either that or she's incapable of expressing interest. Once the soul finishes talking, Ei chuckles.
"You claim that Annie only has one purpose, and that she is a threat to this world without it, but I disagree. I belive that she can find a different purpose in life, and I feel... obligated to help my friend, help her live a life that does not involve you. I do not fear potential betrayal, I do not worry about the danger she is to this world, neither of those things matter to me. Even if she betrays me and kills me, it'll just be a minor annoyance at worst, and I will keep trying to help her live a more... normal life, no matter the cost. But while my friend is... busy right now, I do know one way I can help her; keeping you away from her, no matter your reason for trying to take her. So you have two options, leave her with me, or fail at trying to take her away."
Ei sighs and shakes her head.
"Those are the options. I will not hand her over. If you leave, then perhaps we could... trade something in return for you leaving if you so desire. If not, then too bad, I am not leaving my friend, even if your claim that she doesn't see me as her friend is true."
The dark figures become unsettled. They seem… disturbed by something Ei has specifically mentioned. Upon the completion of Ei’s testimony, the soul, who has probably been chosen as a mediator for the sake of more fluent communication with Ei, scowls as though pained by the disappointment she is forced to endure by the intercession of the Orders reaction.
“No…. you don’t understand. There is nothing you can offer of any interest to them.” The soul now speaks as though fearing for her own wellbeing, that maybe the repercussions of failing in her task to be mediator for the Order, would be worse than the torture of hell she had already endured. “Please help me… please do what they ask. You don’t understand what they’ll do to me if I fai – “ Quite abruptly, the soul throws her head back in obvious pain as the Order retakes full control of her once more. With her tone being what it was prior to Ei’s response, she looks at Ei to speak again under the Orders possession.
“You claim that the child is busy. You’re words indicates that she is now unable to fend for herself…. We therefore assume that she has commenced her transformation. But this should not be the case…. Her time has not yet come….”
Although the soul has been restrained of any control of the words she now speaks, Ei can clearly see the fear behind her eyes as a tear of blood comes forth. But now speaking with the words of the Order, there is an undeniable dreaded contempt to her tone:
“What have you done…? Only one with child can undergo the transformation before their time…. No…. The child has beguiled you by means greater than we had anticipated…. You… do not know… what you have done. It is clear to us now, because of the harlot’s heart that pumps lust within your chest, that we are already too late. You are weak. You have been seduced by the child’s own desire to escape us, your emotional inadequacies have served only as a puppet to her will. The child and her unborn must DIE!”
The mediating soul, knowing that in her failure she is now to suffer a fate worse than hell, is dragged back screaming across the floor towards the dark embrace of the Order. As she is being dragged back, Ei watches her features change to that of a face Ei did not recognize. They were in fact a young man, apparently chosen at random to be mediator for the order, a young man that now stretches out his hand for Ei to save him while he screams in a voice that pierces the mansion and all of Waise with the sound of unimaginable terror.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Location:
NSW
Join Date:
1/2/2015
Posts:
46
Location:
Australia
Minecraft:
Cyctorn
Member Details
"Phew... that really was frightening," says Faux, breathing a sigh of relief as he walks through the archway. "I really thought you'd abandoned™ me..."
Rubbing his sore eyes from all the steam in the previous room, he briefly looks around, taking in unfamiliar and familiar faces alike. The food was no special sight; he was born into nobility, after all. Suddenly, his eyes light up with a twinge of recognition as he spots a girl in typical witch attire.
Without a word, Faux quickly dashes up to her and leans in closely, inspecting her.
"Hm... I see, I see... That's it! I know you! You're that girl he likes!"
To Lyudmila, the boy looks almost like Renard, though much younger to the point where he is somehow considerably shorter than her. His black cape is missing, and he seems to be strangely donning a full-length golden-coloured coat with a hood, which looks more like some sort of organisation uniform than casual attire.
"It's nice to meet you," he says, slightly forcefully taking one of her hands and shaking it with both of his. "I'm Faux Ambrose! The best engineer in the world!"
Jack nods. "I see. And unless he's moved on to something else, he was fighting the... robed figures outside. But, since one appeared in the Foyer, I'd guess that would mean they've found their way into the mansion, so that may not be the case anymore."
Jack chews a chunk of steak as he watches Chisille leave, swallowing it as she passes through the door. "A talking dragon... another one for the list of firsts here in Waise." He turns back to his meal, downing some more of his ale.
A particularly large, armored black rat Jack watches Fin as he threatens them with some kind of marked orb. Jack figured he must be a mage, or warlock, or some other kind of magic user, perhaps. Either that or it was just a mundane but solid ball and Fin just didn't have anything else on hand to use as a weapon. Jack finishes his drink of ale before picking up his knife and fork again, stating, "Take a look around you. You're at a feast. What else could this be?" before consuming more of the steak.
Fin splutters for a moment before replying. "WHAT ELSE COULD THIS BE?! You say that like giant talking rats are normal!"
The tiny rat, not even bigger than a gerbil on the shoulder of one of the man sizes rats, seems to be drooling, paying no real mind to Fin since he has his undivided attention of the furry neck of the rat he is perched on.
The black and white rat, not really bigger than an regular large rat and eating the plate of fish at the end of the table, appears rudely interrupted by Fins yelling. He stops eating for a moment and coughs like trying to heave up a furball as he looks at fin.
"Please don't yell, I'm easily prone to indigestion." He was about to return to eating his food when he decides to take an extra moment to say something else. "So you got a name, or what? You can call me Buttons." Unwilling to wait a response, Buttons returns to hurriedly consuming his fish like it might at any moment grow legs and run away.
Revel chuckles a little, moderately happy for his little game, and transmits a little thought to Jack and Mila. Jack and Mila can hear the thoughts undeniably as Revel's voice.
Poor kid is terrified of giant rats. And just for an instant, while hearing this, Jack and Lyudmila catch a glimpse of Fin's point of view.
"I know, I can be petty at times. Put it down to boredom, I guess. Would you like a refile, Jack, maybe a different kind of beverage this time?"
He then looks at Fin, smiles to reveal more of his ratty pearly whites. "And how about yourself, Fin? Name your poison."
"And it would seem we may be getting a new guest," Revel then regards the wall of the dining room, where the archway appears again for Faux to join them if he chooses.
"There's plenty of room for another at the table if you've changed your mind, Faux." He calls out kindly. "Just try not to drag in any souls of the departed on your way through."
"WELL, little mr. rat, my name happens to be Fin, as HE," Fin points at Revel. "Happens to know somehow."
The giant rat(Revel) spoke up again, saying, "I know, I can be petty at times. Put it down to boredom, I guess. Would you like a refill Jack, maybe a different kind of beverage this time?" He then turned to Fin, smiling in a way that would make every dairy farmer run and hide. "And how about yourself, Fin? Name your poison."
Fin stared at him for a moment, before yelling, "I DO NOT WANT A DRINK!! I WANT to know what in the king's name is going on here!" In his rage, he threw his Eight-ball at one of the walls, from which it bounced around for a bit before hitting off the head of the giant rat(Revel) that had brought him there, and going back to him where Fin caught it with practiced ease.
"Ah, yes..." Revel gives a half smirk as he observes the oversize slug with the disproportionately large head. "Quite the little sleazy slime bucket, isn't he?"
"Hey!" Sluggy yells out, licking his lips as he goggles Trixie's neck, "Don't go making me look bad, you hopped up sorry excuse for a deity, I was just starting to get my foot in the door with this hot little thing!"
Revel raises a brow, mildly humored. "Nice pun."
Sluggy, felling a little flattered, forms a sloppy and disfigures smile as his eyes gawk about in opposing directions. He releases a bit more mucus on the base of Trixie's neck.
Revel plugs one ears with a finger, giving a little scratch like he might be slightly annoyed. He regards Jack with a slightly glower looks. "Seems his new will is inhibiting his observational skills. Are you big on regret?" He looks back Silas. "Again, young man, as I've mentioned clearly on three previous occasions since you entered the room, my name is Revel. - I mean, to be fair, it isn't actually my real name, but since my real name isn't the easiest word to for humans to pronounce, Revel will have to do."
Revel's thoughts then seem a touch preoccupied as his eyes divert to an unoccupied part of the room. He then addresses everyone at the table with a hint of peculiar intrigue, and says something that no doubt seems random.
"Billiards is often a gentleman's game. Or... at least it will be."
"Yeah... sure..." Buttons manages to speak between shoveling down mouthfuls of fish.
While Fin hangs around in the Basement, an uncomfortably large, grey rat comes into view, rummaging through the left over rotting scraps on the floor, and eventually comes across Fin's Billiard ball. It inspects the the ball curiously, then gives it a little bite, causing the the ball to start rolling until it runs out of momentum right bellow Fin's head, which is when the rat appears to become aware of Fin's presence. Curious, the rat makes its way over to Fin, rises up on its haunches to sniff around at Fin's face then, turning one eye to inspect him further, it opens its mouth and speaks:
"You're not from around here, are you? A little word of advise, too much blood to the brain can make you see things."
The rat then sniffs around at Fin's mouth and nose for a while, before careening back a little to propose an idea: "How would you like to join us for dinner?"
Faux flinches at the figure's threatening words. Taking a step back, he turns to look at the aperture, deciding to swallow his pride and leave as the figure has asked. It is then that he sees it-- the opening in the wall promptly closing for no explicable reason.
He slowly and stiffly turns back around to face the figure, with likely the most pained smile in all of history. Another bout of uncomfortable silence permeates the room.
"I can tell," he finally says, clearing his throat as if nothing has happened. "You must be in a rush, then."
Faux lets another moment of silence pass as he looks up at the figure.
"I'm not stopping you from leaving, y'know," he adds. "I just gotta know, else I'll regret it later. Who's 'we'? What're you looking for?"
"I'd rather he not do the slime and mucus...." she says to Revel. "Thanks for calling me hot though." she says to Sluggy, she eats some more food, enjoying it.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
"Well, sorry," Silas remarks sarcastically, with emphasis on the sorry, "that I have to deal with this new will." Then he replies to Revel's remark. "Billiard? The number?" he laughs.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Fin looks at the rat, confused. He had ever seen wild-life that could talk. Either I'm going mad, or this is one of the reasons this god-forsaken town was quarantined. Fin, not to be one to refuse the possibility of help, though still cautious about what it meant by 'dinner', he said, "I might have joined you for dinner, but these ropes make it so hard to get down. Would you by chance be able to loosen them?"
#FOXESFORMINECRAFT Foxes for Minecraft forum.
One of the dark figures, be it the one at the center of the seven, slowly unsheathes their hands from their sleeves. Their skin, different than witnessed on previous occasions, looks to have the constitution of granite, though the structure of their slender, pointed fingers remains the same. The hands hold position several inches apart, as though grasping an invisible object between them. Within that space appears a mass of chaotic movement that consists of countless souls churning and screaming in a ball of volatile flames. Out from this threshing mass falls a soul to the floor. As the soul lifts itself from the floor, burnt and broken as one might expect a captive of hell to appear, it lifts its tortured eye’s to Ei and begins to stagger in a crippled and decrepit fashion toward her. When it comes to within a few feet of Ei, it stops to speak, and it is at that time that Ei recognizes, beneath the burnt lacerations of their face, that she is in fact looking back at herself.
“We understand you have been deceived…” Their words are wisp and carried on an exhale of thin smoke, but the voice is unmistakably Ei’s. “The child does not care for you. She is incapable of kinship in the way that you know it. It is not in her nature to be your… friend. You do not understand what you’re dealing with. By withholding her from us you… you do not see the danger that will be unleashed upon this world. She was born with one purpose and… without the council of that purpose… she cannot be suffered to live. She is a liar… she will forsake you… she is not what you want her to be.
We therefore must request, for the benefit of all, that you release this child unto us…. Before it is too late.”
The soul then grows quiet, awaiting Ei’s response, while the seven dark figures remain still, silently observing. It would seem they are willing, at least for the time being, to allow this interview to take place.
The dark figure slowly unsheathes their hands from their sleeves. Their skin looks to have the constitution of granite with slender, pointed fingers. The hands hold position several inches apart, as though grasping an invisible object between them. Within that space appears a mass of chaotic movement that consists of countless souls churning and screaming in a ball of volatile flames. Out from this threshing mass falls a soul to the floor. As the soul lifts itself from the floor, burnt and broken as one might expect a captive of hell to appear, it lifts its tortured eye’s to Faux and begins to stagger in a crippled and decrepit fashion toward him. When it comes to within a few feet of Faux, it stops to speak, and it is at that time that Faux recognizes, beneath the burnt lacerations of their face, that he is in fact looking back at himself.
“We seek that which will destroy you….” Their words are wisp and carried on an exhale of thin smoke, but the voice is unmistakably Faux’s. “…The one we seek is a child of great power.... This child will deceive you… for they are born of the darkness…. You must not suffer them to live…. You must prevent them from destroying you. You must take their life before they take yours….”
As Faux’s tortured soul ends its speech, it holds up one disfigured hand, its crooked finger trembling to extend its point at Faux. In that moment, Faux receives an image in his mind, an Image of Annie. This image then changes as the features of Annie mature to that of a slightly older… very beautiful young woman.
When the vision fades, Faux finds himself alone in the foyer. The dark figure and the representation of his own tortured soul, have both departed.
.............................................................................
"You... could say that. We both serve the same person, that is how we know eachother. Is he off fighting again?"
Ei seems thorougly unimpressed at the figures actions. Either that or she's incapable of expressing interest. Once the soul finishes talking, Ei chuckles.
"You claim that Annie only has one purpose, and that she is a threat to this world without it, but I disagree. I belive that she can find a different purpose in life, and I feel... obligated to help my friend, help her live a life that does not involve you. I do not fear potential betrayal, I do not worry about the danger she is to this world, neither of those things matter to me. Even if she betrays me and kills me, it'll just be a minor annoyance at worst, and I will keep trying to help her live a more... normal life, no matter the cost. But while my friend is... busy right now, I do know one way I can help her; keeping you away from her, no matter your reason for trying to take her. So you have two options, leave her with me, or fail at trying to take her away."
Ei sighs and shakes her head.
"Those are the options. I will not hand her over. If you leave, then perhaps we could... trade something in return for you leaving if you so desire. If not, then too bad, I am not leaving my friend, even if your claim that she doesn't see me as her friend is true."
This was it. She was done. She couldn't keep awake anymore. Chisille needed a place to sleep for the night... or void as she saw outside, and on top of the dining table with at least 5 other humans or humanoid creatures sitting down nearby just wasn't going to cut it. Fearless or not, she knew the dangers they posed to her kind and was not about to let down her guard because of that.
Dragging her bucket off the table and herself with it, she landed back down on the floor which was now completely water free. It was safe to assume that the kitchen that was nearby would be free of water as well. A perfect place free from the others. She walked over to the door. It was closed now for some reason, so briefly letting go of the bucket, she did her little 2-legged trick to give herself the extra height she needed, using her front paws to fiddle with the handle until it opened. It felt harder to do so then normal, but she managed it in the end.
However what she saw was definitely not the food-filled kitchen that she expected to see. Instead of was a room filled with a large number of those thick papery things she knew only as books. A library, it seemed. Chisille was only confused at the change of location for a moment, when she remembered it didn't really matter where she should be going, as long as it was one place. Away from the others. Gathering up her bucket once more, she trotted through the doorway.
Now that she had a room to herself, all she needed was some place to sleep. A chair in there would be comfy... if she wasn't twice it's size. As she wandered about, she spotted a large pile of fallen books, the bookshelf that they were supposed to be in... had gone missing... for some reason. It didn't matter to her at least. A pile of books would be a great spot for her to rest her tired body on, particularly because they would shift about as she got comfortable, forming a groove to better suit her.
So without further ado, Chisille set her bucket down on the pile, scattered it a little with a few scrapes of her paws and laid down on top, eyelids drooping as she yawned widely.
Then she fell asleep.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
The rat sighs and slumps.
"Man, here you are conversing with an over-sized rat who just asked you to dinner while hanging from a ceiling in a basement after being kidnapped by little furry men in a not so abandoned town.... Is it really so hard to believe that cutting you down is such a big deal?"
Before Fin could answer, he found himself landing seated in a chair with a heavy thud at a dinner table lavishly decorated with food. His hands and legs were free from binds, and in front of him was a bowl of soup that instantly splashed all over him when his Billiard ball landed in it. Unfortunately, at least form Fins point of view, all the other guests at the table were giant, man-size rats, except for one smaller one eating fish at one end of the table.
One of the man-sized rats that looked identical to the one Fin had just seen in the basement, only much bigger now, was seated at the head of the table. He stopped nibbling his turkey leg with his big bucked teeth and looked at Fin as if nothing was wrong.
"Hi there, Fin! I'm Revel, and Welcome to dinner! Dig in before it gets cold!"
Fin landed confusedly at the table after being cut down by the rat. At least, he thought it was a rat... As he looked up, he slightly paled at the sight before him. Giant rats all around the table each eating their own food. He thought he saw a tiny rat on the shoulder of one of the giant ones too. As his Billiard magically landed in the soup in front of him, he snapped back to reality from the dazed state he was in and immediately fished out the Billiard, a red one with a 2 on it, holding it in his hand threateningly. (( Is it possible to hold a spheroid object threateningly?))
"What the bloody devil is going on here?!" He thanked the stars that his satchel was still with him, and reached in and grabbed another Billiard, this one black with an eight on it. "Where am I?"
#FOXESFORMINECRAFT Foxes for Minecraft forum.
In response, the large rat who called himself Revel, dropped his turkey leg horrified. "Manners, please. No playing with your balls at the table."
Faux stands silently in the Foyer, contemplating what had just happened.
That thing... it looked like me. Was that my soul?, he thinks hopefully to himself. No... just wishful thinking. Only Renard has one.
He sighs and shakes his head, trying not to think too much about it. At least he had somewhat gotten what he asked for-- some girl somewhere in the mansion was real dangerous.
He begins to consider his options, looking back at the wall in which the aperture had closed, and at the only two doors in the room, which inconveniently had pink-coloured force fields over them.
"Wow," he says to himself. "I've found myself in the best of situations."
Jack nods. "I see. And unless he's moved on to something else, he was fighting the... robed figures outside. But, since one appeared in the Foyer, I'd guess that would mean they've found their way into the mansion, so that may not be the case anymore."
Jack chews a chunk of steak as he watches Chisille leave, swallowing it as she passes through the door. "A talking dragon... another one for the list of firsts here in Waise." He turns back to his meal, downing some more of his ale.
A particularly large, armored black ratJack watches Fin as he threatens them with some kind of marked orb. Jack figured he must be a mage, or warlock, or some other kind of magic user, perhaps. Either that or it was just a mundane but solid ball and Fin just didn't have anything else on hand to use as a weapon. Jack finishes his drink of ale before picking up his knife and fork again, stating, "Take a look around you. You're at a feast. What else could this be?" before consuming more of the steak.The tiny rat, not even bigger than a gerbil on the shoulder of one of the man sizes rats, seems to be drooling, paying no real mind to Fin since he has his undivided attention of the furry neck of the rat he is perched on.
The black and white rat, not really bigger than an regular large rat and eating the plate of fish at the end of the table, appears rudely interrupted by Fins yelling. He stops eating for a moment and coughs like trying to heave up a furball as he looks at fin.
"Please don't yell, I'm easily prone to indigestion." He was about to return to eating his food when he decides to take an extra moment to say something else. "So you got a name, or what? You can call me Buttons." Unwilling to wait a response, Buttons returns to hurriedly consuming his fish like it might at any moment grow legs and run away.
Revel chuckles a little, moderately happy for his little game, and transmits a little thought to Jack and Mila. Jack and Mila can hear the thoughts undeniably as Revel's voice.
Poor kid is terrified of giant rats. And just for an instant, while hearing this, Jack and Lyudmila catch a glimpse of Fin's point of view.
"I know, I can be petty at times. Put it down to boredom, I guess. Would you like a refile, Jack, maybe a different kind of beverage this time?"
He then looks at Fin, smiles to reveal more of his ratty pearly whites. "And how about yourself, Fin? Name your poison."
"And it would seem we may be getting a new guest," Revel then regards the wall of the dining room, where the archway appears again for Faux to join them if he chooses.
"There's plenty of room for another at the table if you've changed your mind, Faux." He calls out kindly. "Just try not to drag in any souls of the departed on your way through."
Meanwhile, Down in the cellar, Bob just by chance happens to stumble up the stairwell and into the next room, which just so happens to be the library, where he staggers for a while before tripping over a small sleeping dragon. As he fell, Chisille, had she woken quickly enough, may have caught the sound of Bob's voice, possibly attempting to say 'sorry', although the word didn't finish, cut short when his face connected hard with the floor. He lays there for a while, feet slowly kicking as if he didn't even realize he wasn't walking anymore. After a short while, maybe just by random chance, he manages to roll over, sit up, and clamber to his feet again, still utterly dazed as he recommences his stagger about the library.
Even though she was really tired, when she heard the sounds of Bob stumbling around her sleep was interrupted. This turned out to be interrupted even more when she felt the pressure of someone larger then her touching then falling over her. She instantly squirmed away before turning around, glaring at the stranger who had had the audacity to fall over her.
Being interrupted in her sleep while she was acting normal would've made her run perhaps a little bit further before watching what had done this. However she wasn't acting normal. She felt extremely angry and irritated that her sleep had been interrupted, flaring her wings as wide as they would go to intimidate Bob... which wasn't very effective given his state. This irritated her even further as the stumbling fool continued to walk about her temporary lair.
Small plumes of smoke had begun rising from her nostrils. She growled very lowly and angrily as she watched what he would do next, though with her small size and feminine traits it wasn't as low as you might think. If Bob wasn't going to leave there was going to be a little problem.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
Unfortunately, Bob seems utterly oblivious, not just to Chisille, but also to everything around him. He continues to stagger about in his daze and walks into a bookshelf, turns by way of rebound effect, then walks into another bookshelf, rebounds off that one, and then walks into a wall where he just continues walking, scraping along the wall on an awkward angle until he finds himself with face buried in the corner, feet continuing the move even though the actions aren't getting him anywhere.
The longer Bob just stumbled around the room ignoring Chisille's aggressive stance, the angrier she got. It was bad enough he had bashed into her, the fact that he didn't seem to care was just insulting. Her tail twitched angrily as her spike threatened to lash out at him, but she had a better idea. The smoke that was rising from her nose turned into full fire inside her belly and shot out from her mouth, arcing towards Bob. The flames lap at his back which would be rather painful to anyone who could actually react to it.
Even this did not get the damn human to leave her presence, so it was probably in her best interest to not push this issue any further. Scare one away, yes. Outright kill them for waking her up... maybe. Kill them while other humans who somewhat trusted her were around? No. She didn't want to draw aggro to herself.
Spitting out a cloud of soot out of spite, she huffed and turned her back, grabbing her bucket along the way and reached a door out of the room. With another door opened she walked through and slammed it shut with her tail, producing a very audible BANG. Looking around the place, she finds herself in the living room that she had met Ariel inside. This place was more what she was looking for, though the main lounge was missing from before except the cushions. Mysterious!
Dragging whatever comfort items she could find in this room into a corner, she set her bucket down right down in the middle of it, then curled around it, hiding her snout under the spike of her tail and setting one of her wings down over the bucket. Chisille was still irritated after being disturbed, but sleep was calling. Soon she drifted off into the dream world again.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
The dark figures become unsettled. They seem… disturbed by something Ei has specifically mentioned. Upon the completion of Ei’s testimony, the soul, who has probably been chosen as a mediator for the sake of more fluent communication with Ei, scowls as though pained by the disappointment she is forced to endure by the intercession of the Orders reaction.
“No…. you don’t understand. There is nothing you can offer of any interest to them.” The soul now speaks as though fearing for her own wellbeing, that maybe the repercussions of failing in her task to be mediator for the Order, would be worse than the torture of hell she had already endured. “Please help me… please do what they ask. You don’t understand what they’ll do to me if I fai – “ Quite abruptly, the soul throws her head back in obvious pain as the Order retakes full control of her once more. With her tone being what it was prior to Ei’s response, she looks at Ei to speak again under the Orders possession.
“You claim that the child is busy. You’re words indicates that she is now unable to fend for herself…. We therefore assume that she has commenced her transformation. But this should not be the case…. Her time has not yet come….”
Although the soul has been restrained of any control of the words she now speaks, Ei can clearly see the fear behind her eyes as a tear of blood comes forth. But now speaking with the words of the Order, there is an undeniable dreaded contempt to her tone:
“What have you done…? Only one with child can undergo the transformation before their time…. No…. The child has beguiled you by means greater than we had anticipated…. You… do not know… what you have done. It is clear to us now, because of the harlot’s heart that pumps lust within your chest, that we are already too late. You are weak. You have been seduced by the child’s own desire to escape us, your emotional inadequacies have served only as a puppet to her will. The child and her unborn must DIE!”
The mediating soul, knowing that in her failure she is now to suffer a fate worse than hell, is dragged back screaming across the floor towards the dark embrace of the Order. As she is being dragged back, Ei watches her features change to that of a face Ei did not recognize. They were in fact a young man, apparently chosen at random to be mediator for the order, a young man that now stretches out his hand for Ei to save him while he screams in a voice that pierces the mansion and all of Waise with the sound of unimaginable terror.
.............................................................................
"Phew... that really was frightening," says Faux, breathing a sigh of relief as he walks through the archway. "I really thought you'd abandoned™ me..."
Rubbing his sore eyes from all the steam in the previous room, he briefly looks around, taking in unfamiliar and familiar faces alike. The food was no special sight; he was born into nobility, after all. Suddenly, his eyes light up with a twinge of recognition as he spots a girl in typical witch attire.
Without a word, Faux quickly dashes up to her and leans in closely, inspecting her.
"Hm... I see, I see... That's it! I know you! You're that girl he likes!"
To Lyudmila, the boy looks almost like Renard, though much younger to the point where he is somehow considerably shorter than her. His black cape is missing, and he seems to be strangely donning a full-length golden-coloured coat with a hood, which looks more like some sort of organisation uniform than casual attire.
"It's nice to meet you," he says, slightly forcefully taking one of her hands and shaking it with both of his. "I'm Faux Ambrose! The best engineer in the world!"
Fin splutters for a moment before replying. "WHAT ELSE COULD THIS BE?! You say that like giant talking rats are normal!"
"WELL, little mr. rat, my name happens to be Fin, as HE," Fin points at Revel. "Happens to know somehow."
The giant rat(Revel) spoke up again, saying, "I know, I can be petty at times. Put it down to boredom, I guess. Would you like a refill Jack, maybe a different kind of beverage this time?" He then turned to Fin, smiling in a way that would make every dairy farmer run and hide. "And how about yourself, Fin? Name your poison."
Fin stared at him for a moment, before yelling, "I DO NOT WANT A DRINK!! I WANT to know what in the king's name is going on here!" In his rage, he threw his Eight-ball at one of the walls, from which it bounced around for a bit before hitting off the head of the giant rat(Revel) that had brought him there, and going back to him where Fin caught it with practiced ease.
#FOXESFORMINECRAFT Foxes for Minecraft forum.