Sunset sighs quietly as she realizes this, she hopes there is something at least somewhat valuable inside of that closet, she opens it up and looks inside, if there is anything value, she steals it. She then takes one last look around the house, checking the walls, ceilings and floorboards for possible hidden hatches, she would tell by the possible outlines. She also moves furniture and stuff around quietly, to see if anything was behind them. She moves quietly and efficiently as she has done this many times before.
Unfortunately, the closet is empty too, save for a single old note that says "I was here". There are no hatches either, and all she finds is cobweb and dust.
Ace's eyes blink open in the dark. They drift to where Vernon and Sunset had been sleeping.
Flicking their gaze to the still-blocked door, the empty spot, and back again, they scramble to their feet. For a second, there is silence.
The altar wrenches itself from the ground, its carvings and decorations shattering and peeling like bits of shed snakeskin. With an unsettling, unnatural motion, it abruptly plows through one of the walls. It leaves a gaping hole before smashing into the ground outside.
Ace gingerly steps through the gap and into the light of the stars outside.
As dawn breaks, the town remains silent, nothing seems to change with the coming of the daylight, and the town remains eerily abandoned.
Ei finds herself… somewhere. This place is akin to a large hall, its arced walls and flat floor appear to be made of a flesh-like substance, writhing and pulsing with life. These movements cause Ei to shifts and sway where she stands. She will however find herself unable to move from her position, constricted by unseen forces. Her sword is no longer in hand. There is only one other individual with her. This individual hovers above the floor perhaps fifty yards away, and look like nothing more than a cloak of violet light that stands ten feet in height. This individual remains quiet for an elusive amount of time before communicating with Ei, transmitting its calm and sedative thoughts to her mind:
“I am the Order. Your powers are useless here. You may speak…. Declare your cause. Now.”
Ei will find herself with an irresistible need to comply with the Orders inquisition to the best of her ability and understanding, as if her mind is being manipulated by an unknown force, not being of yet having the effects of hypnosis.
As Ei finds herself in this strange hallway, she first takes her time to look around for anything of interest. Unfortunately, her inability to move makes that a rather... difficult thing to do, and she simply settles for simply staying where she is.
As the entity that claims it's the Order speaks, Ei slowly tilts her head to the side, staring intently at the entity.
"I seek to get revenge and protect those few I care about."
"And you don't? You have met Annie before, unless your mind was tampered with as well!" 'Silas' groans, continuing to browse through the host's memories while keeping Ki captive.
Ki, not very happy with being held captive, decides to take action, stomping on Silas' wounded foot and then kicking him where it hurts most. After all, she's right in front of him, and thus within kicking range.
"Wait." Jack looks at Annie again for a moment, then back to Silas. "That's Annie? She didn't look like that last time I saw her."
"That's her alright." Buttons confirmed; "I'll never forget that face. She might look a little older and... uh... pregnant, but that's no doubt her. Unless she has an older sister or something." As Buttons continues to stare through the hallway at her... figure, he can't help but have the craving for a fresh dish of milk to drink.
Meanwhile, Sluggy making his very slow escape up the wall, stops now and then to look at Annie, his soggy mouth beginning to drool as his eyes flail in her direction. A tiny, high pitched moan of gratification can be heard by the others.
Unfortunately, the closet is empty too, save for a single old note that says "I was here". There are no hatches either, and all she finds is cobweb and dust.
Sunset departs this house, as she left this house she notices that it is morning outside, she takes a deep breathe and looks side to side for a second, before she goes off to search another house. Taking her time as she does so.
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Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
Soon after hearing the thunderous voice, followed by the sound of a familiar female voice giggling - Ariel is caught by surprise, barely able to react at all to Ezra's arrival before he's thrown across the room and slammed into a wall. He crashes down to the floor, shaking his head a little to gather his senses, then with a still slightly dazed look he turn his sights to Renard beside him.
"I guess we're up then?"
Pushing to his feet, and still feeling a tad queasy from the changes his body is going through, he brandishes his swords and gives it a swift twirl at the beast on the other side of the room.
"Welcome to the party, freak!"
Renard hits the wall with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of him. He breaks into a coughing fit as he tries to get up slowly, slightly disoriented. The ensuing pain was unbearable; his small physique meant that the impact had guaranteed a few broken ribs.
"Damn beasts," he sputters in between breaths, "they all smell foul, the lot of them. Where'd this one even come from?"
Painful as it was, Renard still had to fight, and so he quickly got onto his feet, sword in hand. He glances over at Ariel, who had gotten up much faster than he had.
"A plan, Ariel. We gotta come up with one, real quick."
There was still at least one emergency card to play for himself in this ensuing battle-- a single bullet, lodged in the chamber of the small flintlock pistol which was attached to the blade of the sword he was carrying. Faux had already presumably used it earlier, but on this large mechanical sword, there was, surprisingly, room for two. Now that he thought about it, he had given away his flintlock pistol to Ariel earlier, too.
Ki, not very happy with being held captive, decides to take action, stomping on Silas' wounded foot and then kicking him where it hurts most. After all, she's right in front of him, and thus within kicking range.
'Silas' is only slightly peeved at being stepped on (his foot had already healed), but he then slightly but visibly winces at being kicked between the legs. Unfortunately, it's not enough for Silas to be off guard, but however...
"You trying to escape me, girl? Fine, if you want it so bad, have it!" He shoves her off him roughly, forcing her to stumble forward and fall towards Annie, before running off, away from the others.
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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?
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Renard hits the wall with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of him. He breaks into a coughing fit as he tries to get up slowly, slightly disoriented. The ensuing pain was unbearable; his small physique meant that the impact had guaranteed a few broken ribs.
"Damn beasts," he sputters in between breaths, "they all smell foul, the lot of them. Where'd this one even come from?"
Painful as it was, Renard still had to fight, and so he quickly got onto his feet, sword in hand. He glances over at Ariel, who had gotten up much faster than he had.
"A plan, Ariel. We gotta come up with one, real quick."
There was still at least one emergency card to play for himself in this ensuing battle-- a single bullet, lodged in the chamber of the small flintlock pistol which was attached to the blade of the sword he was carrying. Faux had already presumably used it earlier, but on this large mechanical sword, there was, surprisingly, room for two. Now that he thought about it, he had given away his flintlock pistol to Ariel earlier, too.
After declaring his lack of respect for the monster, Ariel looks at Renard half smiling, hardly the image of a man going through the discomfort of physical changes or one possibly about to die. He seems playfully minded at the turn of events.
"Plan? Sure, why not." He squints, looking thoughtfully to one side for an instant, then suggests in a whisper; "Ever played piggy in the middle?"
He was hoping that Renard caught the meaning, coming right out saying 'diversion tactics' would have defeated the initial purpose had the beast heard the words. Ariel is also aware of the pistol still snugly tucked in the back of his belt.
"If it helps, grab your toy from me at the best time. I'm not good with boom-boom. - And try aiming for the peepers."
He can tell Renard is injured, but there was no time to coddle the kid, they had to make a move. He gives Renard a jerk of his head in the beasts direction. "Your lead or mine?"
Ezmond is quite gosh darn to heck annoyed about this here interruption! Now there ain't no way he can go and stick Buttons' soul back in his human body with all this going on. When he turns on around and sees Annie, he is even more downright annoyed by her presentation -
"Well holy bucket in a dry well, young lady - Now I don't know who you are or just who your lover is by chance, but I don't believe you remembered to put your clothes on before coming on out here. And I also don't at all think your daddy would be none too pleased to find out you're prancing around like that. So why don't you go on back to where you came from and put some gosh darn clothes on. I gotta say right now I have a good mind to put ya over my knee and give you a good hiding! Now, off with you, child, go get yourself all presentable like - I'm assuming you don't live in a barn like a cow and I don't believe you should be acting like an animal!"
Turning on back to Jack, he says; "Now you just hold that body as still as you can, and I'll go on ahead and start doing my thing!"
Ezmond starts the procedure by picking up Buttons in both hands with arms outstretched, looking deep into them kitty eyes while chanting some strange dialect. As he's doing this, Bob's body starts to seizure and kick violently.
"Now you just hold him still!" Ezmond tell Jack again. "Don't let him get away on ya there!"
Betty and Chissy leave the bedroom, and Betty is about to release all fury on them two monsters fighting in the hallway when they suddenly stop fighting and one of them disappears through a wall and runs away or something. A little while after that Annie girl can be heard laughing. Then, which was really just gosh darn strange, the monster left in the hallway changed into the form of a man. But he wasn't any man Betty had ever seen before.
"You ever seen this gosh darn freak before?" She asks Chissy.
Then turning back to the freaky shape shifting man, she puts her hands smartly on her hips and demands some answers; "Now you hold on just one gosh darn minute there! You better go ahead and tell us just who you are and explain just what the heck is going on around here - or me and my cute little friend here are gonna open up a big ol can of whoop butt on ya!"
Annie listens to the responses, not moving from her place. She is unaffected by the slander. Tilting her head with peculiar speculation, a hint of humor, she proceeds to watch Ezmond's... operation.
As Ei finds herself in this strange hallway, she first takes her time to look around for anything of interest. Unfortunately, her inability to move makes that a rather... difficult thing to do, and she simply settles for simply staying where she is.
As the entity that claims it's the Order speaks, Ei slowly tilts her head to the side, staring intently at the entity.
"I seek to get revenge and protect those few I care about."
The Order entity draws ever so slightly closer, showing no hostility, rather appearing to show sincere interest.
It responds: "We are aware of your infatuation for our child, Anne of the Redferne. Is she also one you seek to avenge?"
Ei will continue to be under the aforementioned influence. Lies are not an option or even to be considered.
Ezra, in completion of his testimony, remains in his place on the other side of the room. He is of heaving breath and bearing his teeth, apparently remaining hostile, though further advancement has ceased momentarily as his inhuman ears twist and flicker, listening to the quiet conversation taking place between the two individuals.
Betty and Chissy leave the bedroom, and Betty is about to release all fury on them two monsters fighting in the hallway when they suddenly stop fighting and one of them disappears through a wall and runs away or something. A little while after that Annie girl can be heard laughing. Then, which was really just gosh darn strange, the monster left in the hallway changed into the form of a man. But he wasn't any man Betty had ever seen before.
"You ever seen this gosh darn freak before?" She asks Chissy.
Then turning back to the freaky shape shifting man, she puts her hands smartly on her hips and demands some answers; "Now you hold on just one gosh darn minute there! You better go ahead and tell us just who you are and explain just what the heck is going on around here - or me and my cute little friend here are gonna open up a big ol can of whoop butt on ya!"
Vernon is still smiling at the sound of his daughters laughter when he turns to the young lady and dragon. He gives them a brief look over, no more deliberation than had he seen two strangers in passing on the street. His mind seems to be elsewhere as he scratches his chin and looks away down the hall, yet nevertheless answers Betty's question, mumbling;
"You'll waste your energy attempting to harm me, unfortunately." He looks back at the dragon, then up to the girl, now apparently present in thought. "Call me Vernon if you want. Uh... you are...?"
Betty and Chissy leave the bedroom, and Betty is about to release all fury on them two monsters fighting in the hallway when they suddenly stop fighting and one of them disappears through a wall and runs away or something. A little while after that Annie girl can be heard laughing. Then, which was really just gosh darn strange, the monster left in the hallway changed into the form of a man. But he wasn't any man Betty had ever seen before.
"You ever seen this gosh darn freak before?" She asks Chissy.
Then turning back to the freaky shape shifting man, she puts her hands smartly on her hips and demands some answers; "Now you hold on just one gosh darn minute there! You better go ahead and tell us just who you are and explain just what the heck is going on around here - or me and my cute little friend here are gonna open up a big ol can of whoop butt on ya!"
Vernon is still smiling at the sound of his daughters laughter when he turns to the young lady and dragon. He gives them a brief look over, no more deliberation than had he seen two strangers in passing on the street. His mind seems to be elsewhere as he scratches his chin and looks away down the hall, yet nevertheless answers Betty's question, mumbling;
"You'll waste your energy attempting to harm me, unfortunately." He looks back at the dragon, then up to the girl, now apparently present in thought. "Call me Vernon if you want. Uh... you are...?"
Chisille can feel her senses once more going on edge as she sees Ezra and Vernon's fight break up, preparing herself for when Ezra might return and finish off the fight. However until that time comes, she has Vernon himself and Betty to address. With the presence of another unknown humanoid nearby, the shy feeling when it came to talking peaked again, so instead of saying anything in reply to Betty asking if she's seen him before, she simply shakes her head before returning her attention to Vernon.
With Betty's threats to get information out of Vernon, he had responded by warning them that it would be worthless to do so. Chisille didn't exactly want to beat them up for information anyway, so she felt somewhat relieved at what he said. Just like the previous question, she kept her mouth closed and let Betty answer. She figured that letting her speak for the both of them wouldn't have any catastrophic consequences if it was just introductions.
Though Chisille did have a strange thought at the back of her mind that she couldn't get rid of, just lingering for the moment. She sorta wanted to bite Vernon. Not savagely though...
Turning on back to Jack, he says; "Now you just hold that body as still as you can, and I'll go on ahead and start doing my thing!"
Ezmond starts the procedure by picking up Buttons in both hands with arms outstretched, looking deep into them kitty eyes while chanting some strange dialect. As he's doing this, Bob's body starts to seizure and kick violently.
"Now you just hold him still!" Ezmond tell Jack again. "Don't let him get away on ya there!"
Jack nods as Ezmod begins the ritual. As Bob's body begins to flail around, shaking and kicking, Jack wraps his arms around Bob's upper torso, holding his body securely in place. As Ezmond tells him not to let Bob get away, Jack replies, "Not planning on it," securing his grip on the man.
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"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.
Ezmond is quite gosh darn to heck annoyed about this here interruption! Now there ain't no way he can go and stick Buttons' soul back in his human body with all this going on. When he turns on around and sees Annie, he is even more downright annoyed by her presentation -
"Well holy bucket in a dry well, young lady - Now I don't know who you are or just who your lover is by chance, but I don't believe you remembered to put your clothes on before coming on out here. And I also don't at all think your daddy would be none too pleased to find out you're prancing around like that. So why don't you go on back to where you came from and put some gosh darn clothes on. I gotta say right now I have a good mind to put ya over my knee and give you a good hiding! Now, off with you, child, go get yourself all presentable like - I'm assuming you don't live in a barn like a cow and I don't believe you should be acting like an animal!"
Turning on back to Jack, he says; "Now you just hold that body as still as you can, and I'll go on ahead and start doing my thing!"
Ezmond starts the procedure by picking up Buttons in both hands with arms outstretched, looking deep into them kitty eyes while chanting some strange dialect. As he's doing this, Bob's body starts to seizure and kick violently.
"Now you just hold him still!" Ezmond tell Jack again. "Don't let him get away on ya there!"
Jack nods as Ezmod begins the ritual. As Bob's body begins to flail around, shaking and kicking, Jack wraps his arms around Bob's upper torso, holding his body securely in place. As Ezmond tells him not to let Bob get away, Jack replies, "Not planning on it," securing his grip on the man.
"Please don't hurt me..." Buttons tells Ezmond as he allows the man to pick him up. Staring back into Ezmond eyes while he's chanting a bunch unknown words, he feels a little tingle through his body.
Bob, chucking a spasm, reverse head butts Jack in the nose.
Meanwhile, Boris is still roaming the mansion on his own, looking for things to steal, but his mind is distracted and he can't really concentrate on the task. He also hears the other commotion taking place in the mansion, but those things aren't the reason for his distracted mind. He keeps thinking back to the various things that had happened to him since he'd been in Waise; finding Revel Yell, fighting monsters, seeing that dragon in the dining room, but most of all, the one thing troubling his mind most was how he arrived in the bedroom where the fake Jack had later attacked him. Somehow... in some way... Boris had managed to go from the dining room to the bedroom in one second without even travelling.
Daw... I don't think that possible... He thinks to himself; but maybe if I try really, really hard I could do something like that again.... He recalls what he was thinking when he did that thing earlier, how he wanted more than anything to be in a comfortable bed - then suddenly he was there, with the bed he had imagined!
With that notion in mind, Boris tries thinking about something else that means a lot to him, something just as important as sleeping, but the only thing he could imagine was that little dragon he'd seen in the dining room earlier... and then he remembered the mommy dragon he had killed all those years ago.... Boris groans miserably as he closes his eyes tight and wishes he could take back that terrible thing he had done. If only there was a way to not do what he did, to not stab that mommy dragon in the eye....
He remembers when he woke in the cave with that dragon looking down at him.... He remembers when she took him in her mouth and threw him across the cave.... He remembers when she then started running towards him to attack - And that was moment! That was the moment where he made his mistake! He wanted more than anything in the whole wide world to be there again and not to do that terrible thing he did --
Amazingly - Boris is no longer in the mansion - he is back in the cave just moments after being thrown against the wall. The angry dragon is charging towards him. Without a second to stop and consider the astonishing thing he just pulled off, he scrambles to his feet diving from the path of dragons gnashing teeth and rolls quickly towards the exit of the cave. Bounding to his feet from the roll, he continues on course for the exit, the glare of daylight in his eyes and the sound of the dragon close on his tail. He hears the snap of beasts mighty jaws clipping his butt as he passes through the threshold and into the woods, running as fast as his legs could carry him, zigzagging through the trees and shrubs - but his efforts to escape the dragons fury came to an end when the roar of the beast was heard behind him, and an instant later Boris was engulfed in dragon fire!
As the heat of the flames enveloped his body he yelled out in terror, and right then Boris wanted nothing more than to go back to where he had come from, back to the mansion to tell his friend Jack about everything that had happened!
An instant later Boris was back in the mansion, still on fire as he runs head on into Silas trying to make his own escape. The two of them crash to the ground and Silas is set on fire as well. Boris rolls around frantically on the floor of the hallway to put out the flames. After the flames were out he sees that Silas is still on fire, so he immediately starts slapping the old man with his giant hands to help him put out his fire as well. Now all the fire was extinguished, Boris stands, says "sorry" to Silas, and takes a good look around. He sighs with relief when he sees Jack getting head butted by Bob.
Boris was safe again, even though his clothes were singed and burnt. Excited, he pays no mind to what other events might be taking place between Jack, Buttons, Bob and Ezmond, and calls out to Jack -
"Mr. Jack! Boris sure does have some exciting news to tell!"
He then realizes he's interrupting something that must be important and holds his tongue, watching at whatever strange thing Ezmond is doing to buttons.
Sunset departs this house, as she left this house she notices that it is morning outside, she takes a deep breathe and looks side to side for a second, before she goes off to search another house. Taking her time as she does so.
The next house doesn't provide anything new either. It too is basically empty. Either looters have long since taken everything, or the owners of the house took everything with them as they fled.
It responds: "We are aware of your infatuation for our child, Anne of the Redferne. Is she also one you seek to avenge?"
Ei will continue to be under the aforementioned influence. Lies are not an option or even to be considered.
"I do not believe you have the right to call Annie your 'child'. I believe slave would be a more accurate term. As for if she is the one I seek to avenge? No, for she still lives. Those I seek to avenge have long since ceased being among the living."
"Please don't hurt me..." Buttons tells Ezmond as he allows the man to pick him up. Staring back into Ezmond eyes while he's chanting a bunch unknown words, he feels a little tingle through his body.
Bob, chucking a spasm, reverse head butts Jack in the nose.
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An instant later Boris was back in the mansion, still on fire as he runs head on into Silas trying to make his own escape. The two of them crash to the ground and Silas is set on fire as well. Boris rolls around frantically on the floor of the hallway to put out the flames. After the flames were out he sees that Silas is still on fire, so he immediately starts slapping the old man with his giant hands to help him put out his fire as well. Now all the fire was extinguished, Boris stands, says "sorry" to Silas, and takes a good look around. He sighs with relief when he sees Jack getting head butted by Bob.
Boris was safe again, even though his clothes were singed and burnt. Excited, he pays no mind to what other events might be taking place between Jack, Buttons, Bob and Ezmond, and calls out to Jack -
"Mr. Jack! Boris sure does have some exciting news to tell!"
He then realizes he's interrupting something that must be important and holds his tongue, watching at whatever strange thing Ezmond is doing to buttons.
Jack nods as Ezmod begins the ritual. As Bob's body begins to flail around, shaking and kicking, Jack wraps his arms around Bob's upper torso, holding his body securely in place. As Ezmond tells him not to let Bob get away, Jack replies, "Not planning on it," securing his grip on the man.
While Ezmond continues rattling off a whole bunch of unknown words to Buttons the kitten, he kinda got distracted by a burly oaf of a man who magically appeared in the hallway covered in flames and knocked over that weird Silas character! Ezmond, not look'n in the slightest bit happy about another interruption, waits for the brouhaha to settle down before he continues. Naturally, he had to start the ritual all over again, beginning with the words "WOULD YA ALL STOP YOUR HOT DIGGILY DAMN INTERUPTIONS ALREADY - GOSH DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!"
ANYWAY, after starting again, it doesn't take too long before the words Ezmond's say'n to Buttons begin taking effect. Bob starts kicking and jerking around harder than ever, no gosh darn doubt proving to be a handful for poor Jack - especially after being butted in the face! But at this point Buttons might be feeling a little more than just tingly all over, he might even feel like his fury little skin is about to rip open as his soul is being ushered into Bob. But wouldn't ya know it! Another problem seems to be taking place. Ezmond, even though he concentrating on the ritual and all that, looks like he's a little stressed out, like something bad is happening. But he doesn't stop doing his thing. Soon enough, and no doubt to everyone's surprise, a big ol explosion of light happens. The blast is powerful enough throw everyone in the hallway off their feet!
The ritual has ended, but it didn't finish up the Ezmond had planned. Something went wrong!
No longer having Buttons in his hands, Ezmond sits up on the floor after the explosion and looks around to see everyone is ok, but more specifically to check on Bob and Buttons. As one wouldn't at all expect, Bobs body had already been inhabited by something other than a human soul, hence the gosh damn problem. The explosion wasn't meant to happen, and because of all that, Ezmond has no idea how things might have turned out.
Chisille can feel her senses once more going on edge as she sees Ezra and Vernon's fight break up, preparing herself for when Ezra might return and finish off the fight. However until that time comes, she has Vernon himself and Betty to address. With the presence of another unknown humanoid nearby, the shy feeling when it came to talking peaked again, so instead of saying anything in reply to Betty asking if she's seen him before, she simply shakes her head before returning her attention to Vernon.
With Betty's threats to get information out of Vernon, he had responded by warning them that it would be worthless to do so. Chisille didn't exactly want to beat them up for information anyway, so she felt somewhat relieved at what he said. Just like the previous question, she kept her mouth closed and let Betty answer. She figured that letting her speak for the both of them wouldn't have any catastrophic consequences if it was just introductions.
Though Chisille did have a strange thought at the back of her mind that she couldn't get rid of, just lingering for the moment. She sorta wanted to bite Vernon. Not savagely though...
Vernon is still smiling at the sound of his daughters laughter when he turns to the young lady and dragon. He gives them a brief look over, no more deliberation than had he seen two strangers in passing on the street. His mind seems to be elsewhere as he scratches his chin and looks away down the hall, yet nevertheless answers Betty's question, mumbling;
"You'll waste your energy attempting to harm me, unfortunately." He looks back at the dragon, then up to the girl, now apparently present in thought. "Call me Vernon if you want. Uh... you are...?"
Betty keeps her hands smartly on his hips while Vernon gets around to answering her question. When he finally gets around to doing just that, Betty holds out her hand for some unknown god forsaken reason to shake Vernon's. Assuming that Vernon shakes her hand, she goes ahead and introduces herself as well.
"My name is Betty, and this here dear friend of mine is Chissy. Now Chissy here is a little shy and has been through a whole gosh darn lot these last few days and I'm aiming to put a stop to it. Seems to me like you're not one of the creeps causing these problems, but if you have any information that might help us out, any information would be appreciated!"
Just then a big ol explosion is heard in another part of the mansion! Trying to ignore the noise, Betty asks Vernon again;
"In case you haven't noticed, which I gosh darn to heck think you have, there's a whole lot of weird crap going on around this town. Now you're obviously someone tough enough to handle yourself! So are ya gonna go ahead and help us or not?"
Bob, chucking a spasm, reverse head butts Jack in the nose.
The strike to his nose disorients Jack, though he manages to maintain his hold on Bob. Blood begins to trickle from his nostrils, running down his face. "Fantastic," he mutters as he realizes what has happened, tilting his head back and turning it sideways to avoid further damage to his nose from any more reverse headbutts.
An instant later Boris was back in the mansion, still on fire as he runs head on into Silas trying to make his own escape. The two of them crash to the ground and Silas is set on fire as well. Boris rolls around frantically on the floor of the hallway to put out the flames. After the flames were out he sees that Silas is still on fire, so he immediately starts slapping the old man with his giant hands to help him put out his fire as well. Now all the fire was extinguished, Boris stands, says "sorry" to Silas, and takes a good look around. He sighs with relief when he sees Jack getting head butted by Bob.
Boris was safe again, even though his clothes were singed and burnt. Excited, he pays no mind to what other events might be taking place between Jack, Buttons, Bob and Ezmond, and calls out to Jack -
"Mr. Jack! Boris sure does have some exciting news to tell!"
He then realizes he's interrupting something that must be important and holds his tongue, watching at whatever strange thing Ezmond is doing to buttons.
Jack, distracted by the situation with his nose, fails to notice Boris's initial appearance, though he quickly figures out he's there when he calls out to him. He responds, "Great, Boris. Tell me once this is over, okay," deciding not to face him in case the increasing amount of blood covering the lower half of his face triggers a reaction in him.
While Ezmond continues rattling off a whole bunch of unknown words to Buttons the kitten, he kinda got distracted by a burly oaf of a man who magically appeared in the hallway covered in flames and knocked over that weird Silas character! Ezmond, not look'n in the slightest bit happy about another interruption, waits for the brouhaha to settle down before he continues. Naturally, he had to start the ritual all over again, beginning with the words "WOULD YA ALL STOP YOUR HOT DIGGILY DAMN INTERUPTIONS ALREADY - GOSH DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!"
ANYWAY, after starting again, it doesn't take too long before the words Ezmond's say'n to Buttons begin taking effect. Bob starts kicking and jerking around harder than ever, no gosh darn doubt proving to be a handful for poor Jack - especially after being butted in the face! But at this point Buttons might be feeling a little more than just tingly all over, he might even feel like his fury little skin is about to rip open as his soul is being ushered into Bob. But wouldn't ya know it! Another problem seems to be taking place. Ezmond, even though he concentrating on the ritual and all that, looks like he's a little stressed out, like something bad is happening. But he doesn't stop doing his thing. Soon enough, and no doubt to everyone's surprise, a big ol explosion of light happens. The blast is powerful enough throw everyone in the hallway off their feet!
The ritual has ended, but it didn't finish up the Ezmond had planned. Something went wrong!
No longer having Buttons in his hands, Ezmond sits up on the floor after the explosion and looks around to see everyone is ok, but more specifically to check on Bob and Buttons. As one wouldn't at all expect, Bobs body had already been inhabited by something other than a human soul, hence the gosh damn problem. The explosion wasn't meant to happen, and because of all that, Ezmond has no idea how things might have turned out.
Although he has managed to maintain his grip for the duration of Ezmond's spell, the explosion causes Jack to lose hold of Bob, forcing him onto his back as he falls to the floor. After a moment, he sits up, wiping some of the blood from his face with the back of his hand before grabbing his nose and, gritting his teeth, quickly snaps it back into place. He remains on the floor for a bit, allowing the pain to subside before standing up, briefly glancing at Bob, and then Ezmond, and finally Boris. "You said you had news, friend?"
Part of Jack hoped that the news wasn't something about Boris deciding to kill him, at risk of getting licked again.
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While Ezmond continues rattling off a whole bunch of unknown words to Buttons the kitten, he kinda got distracted by a burly oaf of a man who magically appeared in the hallway covered in flames and knocked over that weird Silas character! Ezmond, not look'n in the slightest bit happy about another interruption, waits for the brouhaha to settle down before he continues. Naturally, he had to start the ritual all over again, beginning with the words "WOULD YA ALL STOP YOUR HOT DIGGILY DAMN INTERUPTIONS ALREADY - GOSH DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!"
ANYWAY, after starting again, it doesn't take too long before the words Ezmond's say'n to Buttons begin taking effect. Bob starts kicking and jerking around harder than ever, no gosh darn doubt proving to be a handful for poor Jack - especially after being butted in the face! But at this point Buttons might be feeling a little more than just tingly all over, he might even feel like his fury little skin is about to rip open as his soul is being ushered into Bob. But wouldn't ya know it! Another problem seems to be taking place. Ezmond, even though he concentrating on the ritual and all that, looks like he's a little stressed out, like something bad is happening. But he doesn't stop doing his thing. Soon enough, and no doubt to everyone's surprise, a big ol explosion of light happens. The blast is powerful enough throw everyone in the hallway off their feet!
The ritual has ended, but it didn't finish up the Ezmond had planned. Something went wrong!
No longer having Buttons in his hands, Ezmond sits up on the floor after the explosion and looks around to see everyone is ok, but more specifically to check on Bob and Buttons. As one wouldn't at all expect, Bobs body had already been inhabited by something other than a human soul, hence the gosh damn problem. The explosion wasn't meant to happen, and because of all that, Ezmond has no idea how things might have turned out.
Betty keeps her hands smartly on his hips while Vernon gets around to answering her question. When he finally gets around to doing just that, Betty holds out her hand for some unknown god forsaken reason to shake Vernon's. Assuming that Vernon shakes her hand, she goes ahead and introduces herself as well.
"My name is Betty, and this here dear friend of mine is Chissy. Now Chissy here is a little shy and has been through a whole gosh darn lot these last few days and I'm aiming to put a stop to it. Seems to me like you're not one of the creeps causing these problems, but if you have any information that might help us out, any information would be appreciated!"
Just then a big ol explosion is heard in another part of the mansion! Trying to ignore the noise, Betty asks Vernon again;
"In case you haven't noticed, which I gosh darn to heck think you have, there's a whole lot of weird crap going on around this town. Now you're obviously someone tough enough to handle yourself! So are ya gonna go ahead and help us or not?"
The strike to his nose disorients Jack, though he manages to maintain his hold on Bob. Blood begins to trickle from his nostrils, running down his face. "Fantastic," he mutters as he realizes what has happened, tilting his head back and turning it sideways to avoid further damage to his nose from any more reverse headbutts.
Jack, distracted by the situation with his nose, fails to notice Boris's initial appearance, though he quickly figures out he's there when he calls out to him. He responds, "Great, Boris. Tell me once this is over, okay," deciding not to face him in case the increasing amount of blood covering the lower half of his face triggers a reaction in him.
Although he has managed to maintain his grip for the duration of Ezmond's spell, the explosion causes Jack to lose hold of Bob, forcing him onto his back as he falls to the floor. After a moment, he sits up, wiping some of the blood from his face with the back of his hand before grabbing his nose and, gritting his teeth, quickly snaps it back into place. He remains on the floor for a bit, allowing the pain to subside before standing up, briefly glancing at Bob, and then Ezmond, and finally Boris. "You said you had news, friend?"
Part of Jack hoped that the news wasn't something about Boris deciding to kill him, at risk of getting licked again.
Buttons, after feeling the soul being ripped from his kitten body, starts to screech in pain. It's a screech that ends when the sudden explosion sends the cat from the hands of Ezmond. Bob's soul, being dispersed from the kitten simultaneously, is sucked through a type of vortex and into his original body where he feels the heat of the demon within struggling to escape the spell. A moment later The Demon is gone from From Bobs body.
Bob finds himself next to Jack, dazed and a little confused as he picks himself up from the floor. As he comes to realize that the spell worked and he was finally back in his human body, a tear wells in his eye and great sigh of relief escapes his smiling mouth.
"It's good to be home...." He looks at Ezmond and nods. "Thank you, sir."
Sluggy was still making his very slow escape up the wall when the explosion happened, the effects of which sent chills though his slug body. The suction his foot had on the wall kept its grip, but the chills were so unsettling that his little body convulsed and shuttered as he felt his soul being ripped out. A moment later he was outside his body, him too being sucked through a vortex and across the hallway to where Trixie's body lay on the ground. As he approached her body he saw the injury to her head, a deep gash that had rendered her unconscious or perhaps even dead. When Sluggy enters her body, Trixie's eyes flash open, staring at the ceiling for a second or two before the realization of what had happened sets in. She sits up with a start, looks around at the people nearby, and then climbs to her feet. She looks down at her body, her blue leggings, her short blue and purple dress, her purple boots, gloves and... and... takes a long hard look at her cleavage.
"Holy crap!" She yells out, slamming herself back against the wall, smiling with overwhelming delight. "I'm so hot right now! Just look at how sexy I am!" Her arms start moving up and down on either side of her, feeling and groping at the wall, indulging in the sensation of being in human form again. Soon her hands move from the wall as she starts to feel around her own body. "Everyone's gonna want me sooooo bad...."
Back on the other side of the hallway, the slug, who is now just a lowly slug with a soul of a slug, looks around dumbly and continues its slow trek up the wall.
Buttons, the kitten, was thrown quite a distance in the explosion and landed on his feet right next to Annie. He looks in a frightened and lost kitten manner at her, and lets out a timid "meow".
Boris, being such a big man and further away from the blast than Buttons and the others, was only set of balance by the explosion. He regained his balance and smiled broadly at Jack as he turned to Boris and asks about what happened. Being very impatient, Boris ignores everything else and just rushes to Jack, answering;
"Oh! Mr. Jack!" He grabs Jack by the shoulders and gives him a good friendly, excited shake; "Something very BIG happened to Boris! Boris visited a cave from long ago and stopped Boris from killing a dragon!"
To Jack, this probably would have made very little sense but, if Jack had his wits about him, he would have noticed that Boris no longer had Revel Yell on his back.
"The dragon Boris killed no longer dead, Mr. Jack, the dragon no longer dead!"
In the kitchen, where Ariel is still waiting for Renard to respond in the face of attacking Ezra, the loud explosion out in the hallway is also heard. In the wake of the blast a dark shadow enters and crosses the room like a body of black smoke. It moves so fast and quietly that Ariel didn't even see it coming. It entered his body with a jolt that sends Ariel to his buttocks on the floor. He sits there in a daze for a moment as his eyes bleed red, his wings turn a deep shade of grey and his skin is covered in black, web-like lines. Two canine type fangs extend down from his upper jaw at the corners of his mouth. In an instant he's on his feet, his sickly looking wings fluttering as he stares at Ezra and then turns his attention to Renard, and says;
"Stay!" His voice is deep and ominous, completely unlike that of Ariels voice; "I've got this...."
Turning from Renard, Ariel, inhabited now by the demon, heads into battle against Ezra, floating above the floor as he swings his the sword at Ezra's neck with lightning speed.
The soul of Ariel, meanwhile, was thrown from Ariel's body when the demon entered, and is frantically circling the room invisible to everyone, desperately trying to come to grips with the fact that he is now no more than a ghost.
After these 'events' had occurred, Trixie found herself going down a tunnel of light. She looked around to see nothing but light around her, she was floating as she went. Sooner or later she found herself floating in a void of nothing but purple, purple everywhere. The last thing she remembered was getting thrown against a wall when some sort of explosion happened. It started to occur to her, was she dead? She looked around to see nothing but purple. "Is...Trixie...DEAD??!" she shrieked out into the purple void.
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After these 'events' had occurred, Trixie found herself going down a tunnel of light. She looked around to see nothing but light around her, she was floating as she went. Sooner or later she found herself floating in a void of nothing but purple, purple everywhere. The last thing she remembered was getting thrown against a wall when some sort of explosion happened. It started to occur to her, was she dead? She looked around to see nothing but purple. "Is...Trixie...DEAD??!" she shrieked out into the purple void.
Trixie's screams are subdued by an infant crying nearby. If she turns towards the sound of the crying baby, she would see just that, a two month old baby wearing a purple nappy, mirrored sunglasses, holding a bottle of beer in his hand and perched in a babies highchair. The baby slams the beer down on the folding table of the chair so hard that a spout of beer spikes out from its top.
"Wah-wah-wah!" The baby mocks Trixie with a sarcastic cry. "Why you gotta come up here in my house and act all sulky - only babies sulk! You should probably just accept your fate. I mean, death has gotta be better than living out a life as a former pony that never really got any satisfaction."
The baby takes a sip of beer then places it back down gently, tipping his head forward to look over his sunglasses at Trixie.
"But seriously," The baby speaks in the familiar voice of the man, Revel, who Trixie had met at dinner; "I was a pony once.... True story." He props up his glasses again and rests back casually in his highchair. "Sure, I was just playing a prank on some horse I knew, but that doesn't negate the fact...." He takes another sip of beer. "To answer your question, in case it isn't obvious yet, yes, you are certainly dead. In fact, I was tempted to let you mosey on up to heaven and meet the big daddy, but being the one that freed you from your pony form, I felt strangely obligated to bring you on in and torment you for a while. After all, I turned you into a human less than a day ago and already you disappoint me with your death. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Trixie's screams are subdued by an infant crying nearby. If she turns towards the sound of the crying baby, she would see just that, a two month old baby wearing a purple nappy, mirrored sunglasses, holding a bottle of beer in his hand and perched in a babies highchair. The baby slams the beer down on the folding table of the chair so hard that a spout of beer spikes out from its top.
"Wah-wah-wah!" The baby mocks Trixie with a sarcastic cry. "Why you gotta come up here in my house and act all sulky - only babies sulk! You should probably just accept your fate. I mean, death has gotta be better than living out a life as a former pony that never really got any satisfaction."
The baby takes a sip of beer then places it back down gently, tipping his head forward to look over his sunglasses at Trixie.
"But seriously," The baby speaks in the familiar voice of the man, Revel, who Trixie had met at dinner; "I was a pony once.... True story." He props up his glasses again and rests back casually in his highchair. "Sure, I was just playing a prank on some horse I knew, but that doesn't negate the fact...." He takes another sip of beer. "To answer your question, in case it isn't obvious yet, yes, you are certainly dead. In fact, I was tempted to let you mosey on up to heaven and meet the big daddy, but being the one that freed you from your pony form, I felt strangely obligated to bring you on in and torment you for a while. After all, I turned you into a human less than a day ago and already you disappoint me with your death. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Trixie would normally be humored by things like this however she approached the baby, or rather: Revel, with a slightly angry glare. "Whats wrong with Trixie? Whats wrong with you?? You simply toy around with everything you see and all you do is fool around! Reminds Trixie of someone, but thats besides the point. Its not Trixie's fault she died!" she shouted and paced around for a few seconds. "You know what? Fine then. Trixie knows she is powerless against....gods and all that...she accepts her fate!" she snickered.
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At this time, 'Silas' had finally made his way to the exit of the mansion. Sure, Boris had set him on fire earlier, but he was nothing more than a bit peeved that his clothes were ruined, and ignored Boris' apology before getting back up and continuing on his way. Unable to escape the mansion entirely, he instead opened his suitcase, marvelling at the things within. "Looks like this host is hiding more than he claimed," he muttered to himself. Then he shut his eyes. "Jackpot!" Closing the suitcase, he starts planning a way to bypass the forcefield so he could get to the old church. "I gotta get outta here before anything bad happens!"
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Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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Unfortunately, the closet is empty too, save for a single old note that says "I was here". There are no hatches either, and all she finds is cobweb and dust.
As dawn breaks, the town remains silent, nothing seems to change with the coming of the daylight, and the town remains eerily abandoned.
As Ei finds herself in this strange hallway, she first takes her time to look around for anything of interest. Unfortunately, her inability to move makes that a rather... difficult thing to do, and she simply settles for simply staying where she is.
As the entity that claims it's the Order speaks, Ei slowly tilts her head to the side, staring intently at the entity.
"I seek to get revenge and protect those few I care about."
Ki, not very happy with being held captive, decides to take action, stomping on Silas' wounded foot and then kicking him where it hurts most. After all, she's right in front of him, and thus within kicking range.
"That's her alright." Buttons confirmed; "I'll never forget that face. She might look a little older and... uh... pregnant, but that's no doubt her. Unless she has an older sister or something." As Buttons continues to stare through the hallway at her... figure, he can't help but have the craving for a fresh dish of milk to drink.
Meanwhile, Sluggy making his very slow escape up the wall, stops now and then to look at Annie, his soggy mouth beginning to drool as his eyes flail in her direction. A tiny, high pitched moan of gratification can be heard by the others.
Sunset departs this house, as she left this house she notices that it is morning outside, she takes a deep breathe and looks side to side for a second, before she goes off to search another house. Taking her time as she does so.
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
Renard hits the wall with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of him. He breaks into a coughing fit as he tries to get up slowly, slightly disoriented. The ensuing pain was unbearable; his small physique meant that the impact had guaranteed a few broken ribs.
"Damn beasts," he sputters in between breaths, "they all smell foul, the lot of them. Where'd this one even come from?"
Painful as it was, Renard still had to fight, and so he quickly got onto his feet, sword in hand. He glances over at Ariel, who had gotten up much faster than he had.
"A plan, Ariel. We gotta come up with one, real quick."
There was still at least one emergency card to play for himself in this ensuing battle-- a single bullet, lodged in the chamber of the small flintlock pistol which was attached to the blade of the sword he was carrying. Faux had already presumably used it earlier, but on this large mechanical sword, there was, surprisingly, room for two. Now that he thought about it, he had given away his flintlock pistol to Ariel earlier, too.
'Silas' is only slightly peeved at being stepped on (his foot had already healed), but he then slightly but visibly winces at being kicked between the legs. Unfortunately, it's not enough for Silas to be off guard, but however...
"You trying to escape me, girl? Fine, if you want it so bad, have it!" He shoves her off him roughly, forcing her to stumble forward and fall towards Annie, before running off, away from the others.
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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?
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After declaring his lack of respect for the monster, Ariel looks at Renard half smiling, hardly the image of a man going through the discomfort of physical changes or one possibly about to die. He seems playfully minded at the turn of events.
"Plan? Sure, why not." He squints, looking thoughtfully to one side for an instant, then suggests in a whisper; "Ever played piggy in the middle?"
He was hoping that Renard caught the meaning, coming right out saying 'diversion tactics' would have defeated the initial purpose had the beast heard the words. Ariel is also aware of the pistol still snugly tucked in the back of his belt.
"If it helps, grab your toy from me at the best time. I'm not good with boom-boom. - And try aiming for the peepers."
He can tell Renard is injured, but there was no time to coddle the kid, they had to make a move. He gives Renard a jerk of his head in the beasts direction. "Your lead or mine?"
Ezmond is quite gosh darn to heck annoyed about this here interruption! Now there ain't no way he can go and stick Buttons' soul back in his human body with all this going on. When he turns on around and sees Annie, he is even more downright annoyed by her presentation -
"Well holy bucket in a dry well, young lady - Now I don't know who you are or just who your lover is by chance, but I don't believe you remembered to put your clothes on before coming on out here. And I also don't at all think your daddy would be none too pleased to find out you're prancing around like that. So why don't you go on back to where you came from and put some gosh darn clothes on. I gotta say right now I have a good mind to put ya over my knee and give you a good hiding! Now, off with you, child, go get yourself all presentable like - I'm assuming you don't live in a barn like a cow and I don't believe you should be acting like an animal!"
Turning on back to Jack, he says; "Now you just hold that body as still as you can, and I'll go on ahead and start doing my thing!"
Ezmond starts the procedure by picking up Buttons in both hands with arms outstretched, looking deep into them kitty eyes while chanting some strange dialect. As he's doing this, Bob's body starts to seizure and kick violently.
"Now you just hold him still!" Ezmond tell Jack again. "Don't let him get away on ya there!"
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Betty and Chissy leave the bedroom, and Betty is about to release all fury on them two monsters fighting in the hallway when they suddenly stop fighting and one of them disappears through a wall and runs away or something. A little while after that Annie girl can be heard laughing. Then, which was really just gosh darn strange, the monster left in the hallway changed into the form of a man. But he wasn't any man Betty had ever seen before.
"You ever seen this gosh darn freak before?" She asks Chissy.
Then turning back to the freaky shape shifting man, she puts her hands smartly on her hips and demands some answers; "Now you hold on just one gosh darn minute there! You better go ahead and tell us just who you are and explain just what the heck is going on around here - or me and my cute little friend here are gonna open up a big ol can of whoop butt on ya!"
Annie listens to the responses, not moving from her place. She is unaffected by the slander. Tilting her head with peculiar speculation, a hint of humor, she proceeds to watch Ezmond's... operation.
The Order entity draws ever so slightly closer, showing no hostility, rather appearing to show sincere interest.
It responds: "We are aware of your infatuation for our child, Anne of the Redferne. Is she also one you seek to avenge?"
Ei will continue to be under the aforementioned influence. Lies are not an option or even to be considered.
Ezra, in completion of his testimony, remains in his place on the other side of the room. He is of heaving breath and bearing his teeth, apparently remaining hostile, though further advancement has ceased momentarily as his inhuman ears twist and flicker, listening to the quiet conversation taking place between the two individuals.
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Vernon is still smiling at the sound of his daughters laughter when he turns to the young lady and dragon. He gives them a brief look over, no more deliberation than had he seen two strangers in passing on the street. His mind seems to be elsewhere as he scratches his chin and looks away down the hall, yet nevertheless answers Betty's question, mumbling;
"You'll waste your energy attempting to harm me, unfortunately." He looks back at the dragon, then up to the girl, now apparently present in thought. "Call me Vernon if you want. Uh... you are...?"
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Chisille can feel her senses once more going on edge as she sees Ezra and Vernon's fight break up, preparing herself for when Ezra might return and finish off the fight. However until that time comes, she has Vernon himself and Betty to address. With the presence of another unknown humanoid nearby, the shy feeling when it came to talking peaked again, so instead of saying anything in reply to Betty asking if she's seen him before, she simply shakes her head before returning her attention to Vernon.
With Betty's threats to get information out of Vernon, he had responded by warning them that it would be worthless to do so. Chisille didn't exactly want to beat them up for information anyway, so she felt somewhat relieved at what he said. Just like the previous question, she kept her mouth closed and let Betty answer. She figured that letting her speak for the both of them wouldn't have any catastrophic consequences if it was just introductions.
Though Chisille did have a strange thought at the back of her mind that she couldn't get rid of, just lingering for the moment. She sorta wanted to bite Vernon. Not savagely though...
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Jack nods as Ezmod begins the ritual. As Bob's body begins to flail around, shaking and kicking, Jack wraps his arms around Bob's upper torso, holding his body securely in place. As Ezmond tells him not to let Bob get away, Jack replies, "Not planning on it," securing his grip on the man.
"Please don't hurt me..." Buttons tells Ezmond as he allows the man to pick him up. Staring back into Ezmond eyes while he's chanting a bunch unknown words, he feels a little tingle through his body.
Bob, chucking a spasm, reverse head butts Jack in the nose.
Meanwhile, Boris is still roaming the mansion on his own, looking for things to steal, but his mind is distracted and he can't really concentrate on the task. He also hears the other commotion taking place in the mansion, but those things aren't the reason for his distracted mind. He keeps thinking back to the various things that had happened to him since he'd been in Waise; finding Revel Yell, fighting monsters, seeing that dragon in the dining room, but most of all, the one thing troubling his mind most was how he arrived in the bedroom where the fake Jack had later attacked him. Somehow... in some way... Boris had managed to go from the dining room to the bedroom in one second without even travelling.
Daw... I don't think that possible... He thinks to himself; but maybe if I try really, really hard I could do something like that again.... He recalls what he was thinking when he did that thing earlier, how he wanted more than anything to be in a comfortable bed - then suddenly he was there, with the bed he had imagined!
With that notion in mind, Boris tries thinking about something else that means a lot to him, something just as important as sleeping, but the only thing he could imagine was that little dragon he'd seen in the dining room earlier... and then he remembered the mommy dragon he had killed all those years ago.... Boris groans miserably as he closes his eyes tight and wishes he could take back that terrible thing he had done. If only there was a way to not do what he did, to not stab that mommy dragon in the eye....
He remembers when he woke in the cave with that dragon looking down at him.... He remembers when she took him in her mouth and threw him across the cave.... He remembers when she then started running towards him to attack - And that was moment! That was the moment where he made his mistake! He wanted more than anything in the whole wide world to be there again and not to do that terrible thing he did --
Amazingly - Boris is no longer in the mansion - he is back in the cave just moments after being thrown against the wall. The angry dragon is charging towards him. Without a second to stop and consider the astonishing thing he just pulled off, he scrambles to his feet diving from the path of dragons gnashing teeth and rolls quickly towards the exit of the cave. Bounding to his feet from the roll, he continues on course for the exit, the glare of daylight in his eyes and the sound of the dragon close on his tail. He hears the snap of beasts mighty jaws clipping his butt as he passes through the threshold and into the woods, running as fast as his legs could carry him, zigzagging through the trees and shrubs - but his efforts to escape the dragons fury came to an end when the roar of the beast was heard behind him, and an instant later Boris was engulfed in dragon fire!
As the heat of the flames enveloped his body he yelled out in terror, and right then Boris wanted nothing more than to go back to where he had come from, back to the mansion to tell his friend Jack about everything that had happened!
An instant later Boris was back in the mansion, still on fire as he runs head on into Silas trying to make his own escape. The two of them crash to the ground and Silas is set on fire as well. Boris rolls around frantically on the floor of the hallway to put out the flames. After the flames were out he sees that Silas is still on fire, so he immediately starts slapping the old man with his giant hands to help him put out his fire as well. Now all the fire was extinguished, Boris stands, says "sorry" to Silas, and takes a good look around. He sighs with relief when he sees Jack getting head butted by Bob.
Boris was safe again, even though his clothes were singed and burnt. Excited, he pays no mind to what other events might be taking place between Jack, Buttons, Bob and Ezmond, and calls out to Jack -
"Mr. Jack! Boris sure does have some exciting news to tell!"
He then realizes he's interrupting something that must be important and holds his tongue, watching at whatever strange thing Ezmond is doing to buttons.
The next house doesn't provide anything new either. It too is basically empty. Either looters have long since taken everything, or the owners of the house took everything with them as they fled.
"I do not believe you have the right to call Annie your 'child'. I believe slave would be a more accurate term. As for if she is the one I seek to avenge? No, for she still lives. Those I seek to avenge have long since ceased being among the living."
While Ezmond continues rattling off a whole bunch of unknown words to Buttons the kitten, he kinda got distracted by a burly oaf of a man who magically appeared in the hallway covered in flames and knocked over that weird Silas character! Ezmond, not look'n in the slightest bit happy about another interruption, waits for the brouhaha to settle down before he continues. Naturally, he had to start the ritual all over again, beginning with the words "WOULD YA ALL STOP YOUR HOT DIGGILY DAMN INTERUPTIONS ALREADY - GOSH DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!"
ANYWAY, after starting again, it doesn't take too long before the words Ezmond's say'n to Buttons begin taking effect. Bob starts kicking and jerking around harder than ever, no gosh darn doubt proving to be a handful for poor Jack - especially after being butted in the face! But at this point Buttons might be feeling a little more than just tingly all over, he might even feel like his fury little skin is about to rip open as his soul is being ushered into Bob. But wouldn't ya know it! Another problem seems to be taking place. Ezmond, even though he concentrating on the ritual and all that, looks like he's a little stressed out, like something bad is happening. But he doesn't stop doing his thing. Soon enough, and no doubt to everyone's surprise, a big ol explosion of light happens. The blast is powerful enough throw everyone in the hallway off their feet!
The ritual has ended, but it didn't finish up the Ezmond had planned. Something went wrong!
No longer having Buttons in his hands, Ezmond sits up on the floor after the explosion and looks around to see everyone is ok, but more specifically to check on Bob and Buttons. As one wouldn't at all expect, Bobs body had already been inhabited by something other than a human soul, hence the gosh damn problem. The explosion wasn't meant to happen, and because of all that, Ezmond has no idea how things might have turned out.
Betty keeps her hands smartly on his hips while Vernon gets around to answering her question. When he finally gets around to doing just that, Betty holds out her hand for some unknown god forsaken reason to shake Vernon's. Assuming that Vernon shakes her hand, she goes ahead and introduces herself as well.
"My name is Betty, and this here dear friend of mine is Chissy. Now Chissy here is a little shy and has been through a whole gosh darn lot these last few days and I'm aiming to put a stop to it. Seems to me like you're not one of the creeps causing these problems, but if you have any information that might help us out, any information would be appreciated!"
Just then a big ol explosion is heard in another part of the mansion! Trying to ignore the noise, Betty asks Vernon again;
"In case you haven't noticed, which I gosh darn to heck think you have, there's a whole lot of weird crap going on around this town. Now you're obviously someone tough enough to handle yourself! So are ya gonna go ahead and help us or not?"
The strike to his nose disorients Jack, though he manages to maintain his hold on Bob. Blood begins to trickle from his nostrils, running down his face. "Fantastic," he mutters as he realizes what has happened, tilting his head back and turning it sideways to avoid further damage to his nose from any more reverse headbutts.
Jack, distracted by the situation with his nose, fails to notice Boris's initial appearance, though he quickly figures out he's there when he calls out to him. He responds, "Great, Boris. Tell me once this is over, okay," deciding not to face him in case the increasing amount of blood covering the lower half of his face triggers a reaction in him.
Although he has managed to maintain his grip for the duration of Ezmond's spell, the explosion causes Jack to lose hold of Bob, forcing him onto his back as he falls to the floor. After a moment, he sits up, wiping some of the blood from his face with the back of his hand before grabbing his nose and, gritting his teeth, quickly snaps it back into place. He remains on the floor for a bit, allowing the pain to subside before standing up, briefly glancing at Bob, and then Ezmond, and finally Boris. "You said you had news, friend?"
Part of Jack hoped that the news wasn't something about Boris deciding to kill him, at risk of getting licked again.
Buttons, after feeling the soul being ripped from his kitten body, starts to screech in pain. It's a screech that ends when the sudden explosion sends the cat from the hands of Ezmond. Bob's soul, being dispersed from the kitten simultaneously, is sucked through a type of vortex and into his original body where he feels the heat of the demon within struggling to escape the spell. A moment later The Demon is gone from From Bobs body.
Bob finds himself next to Jack, dazed and a little confused as he picks himself up from the floor. As he comes to realize that the spell worked and he was finally back in his human body, a tear wells in his eye and great sigh of relief escapes his smiling mouth.
"It's good to be home...." He looks at Ezmond and nods. "Thank you, sir."
Sluggy was still making his very slow escape up the wall when the explosion happened, the effects of which sent chills though his slug body. The suction his foot had on the wall kept its grip, but the chills were so unsettling that his little body convulsed and shuttered as he felt his soul being ripped out. A moment later he was outside his body, him too being sucked through a vortex and across the hallway to where Trixie's body lay on the ground. As he approached her body he saw the injury to her head, a deep gash that had rendered her unconscious or perhaps even dead. When Sluggy enters her body, Trixie's eyes flash open, staring at the ceiling for a second or two before the realization of what had happened sets in. She sits up with a start, looks around at the people nearby, and then climbs to her feet. She looks down at her body, her blue leggings, her short blue and purple dress, her purple boots, gloves and... and... takes a long hard look at her cleavage.
"Holy crap!" She yells out, slamming herself back against the wall, smiling with overwhelming delight. "I'm so hot right now! Just look at how sexy I am!" Her arms start moving up and down on either side of her, feeling and groping at the wall, indulging in the sensation of being in human form again. Soon her hands move from the wall as she starts to feel around her own body. "Everyone's gonna want me sooooo bad...."
Back on the other side of the hallway, the slug, who is now just a lowly slug with a soul of a slug, looks around dumbly and continues its slow trek up the wall.
Buttons, the kitten, was thrown quite a distance in the explosion and landed on his feet right next to Annie. He looks in a frightened and lost kitten manner at her, and lets out a timid "meow".
Boris, being such a big man and further away from the blast than Buttons and the others, was only set of balance by the explosion. He regained his balance and smiled broadly at Jack as he turned to Boris and asks about what happened. Being very impatient, Boris ignores everything else and just rushes to Jack, answering;
"Oh! Mr. Jack!" He grabs Jack by the shoulders and gives him a good friendly, excited shake; "Something very BIG happened to Boris! Boris visited a cave from long ago and stopped Boris from killing a dragon!"
To Jack, this probably would have made very little sense but, if Jack had his wits about him, he would have noticed that Boris no longer had Revel Yell on his back.
"The dragon Boris killed no longer dead, Mr. Jack, the dragon no longer dead!"
In the kitchen, where Ariel is still waiting for Renard to respond in the face of attacking Ezra, the loud explosion out in the hallway is also heard. In the wake of the blast a dark shadow enters and crosses the room like a body of black smoke. It moves so fast and quietly that Ariel didn't even see it coming. It entered his body with a jolt that sends Ariel to his buttocks on the floor. He sits there in a daze for a moment as his eyes bleed red, his wings turn a deep shade of grey and his skin is covered in black, web-like lines. Two canine type fangs extend down from his upper jaw at the corners of his mouth. In an instant he's on his feet, his sickly looking wings fluttering as he stares at Ezra and then turns his attention to Renard, and says;
"Stay!" His voice is deep and ominous, completely unlike that of Ariels voice; "I've got this...."
Turning from Renard, Ariel, inhabited now by the demon, heads into battle against Ezra, floating above the floor as he swings his the sword at Ezra's neck with lightning speed.
The soul of Ariel, meanwhile, was thrown from Ariel's body when the demon entered, and is frantically circling the room invisible to everyone, desperately trying to come to grips with the fact that he is now no more than a ghost.
After these 'events' had occurred, Trixie found herself going down a tunnel of light. She looked around to see nothing but light around her, she was floating as she went. Sooner or later she found herself floating in a void of nothing but purple, purple everywhere. The last thing she remembered was getting thrown against a wall when some sort of explosion happened. It started to occur to her, was she dead? She looked around to see nothing but purple. "Is...Trixie...DEAD??!" she shrieked out into the purple void.
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
Trixie's screams are subdued by an infant crying nearby. If she turns towards the sound of the crying baby, she would see just that, a two month old baby wearing a purple nappy, mirrored sunglasses, holding a bottle of beer in his hand and perched in a babies highchair. The baby slams the beer down on the folding table of the chair so hard that a spout of beer spikes out from its top.
"Wah-wah-wah!" The baby mocks Trixie with a sarcastic cry. "Why you gotta come up here in my house and act all sulky - only babies sulk! You should probably just accept your fate. I mean, death has gotta be better than living out a life as a former pony that never really got any satisfaction."
The baby takes a sip of beer then places it back down gently, tipping his head forward to look over his sunglasses at Trixie.
"But seriously," The baby speaks in the familiar voice of the man, Revel, who Trixie had met at dinner; "I was a pony once.... True story." He props up his glasses again and rests back casually in his highchair. "Sure, I was just playing a prank on some horse I knew, but that doesn't negate the fact...." He takes another sip of beer. "To answer your question, in case it isn't obvious yet, yes, you are certainly dead. In fact, I was tempted to let you mosey on up to heaven and meet the big daddy, but being the one that freed you from your pony form, I felt strangely obligated to bring you on in and torment you for a while. After all, I turned you into a human less than a day ago and already you disappoint me with your death. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Trixie would normally be humored by things like this however she approached the baby, or rather: Revel, with a slightly angry glare. "Whats wrong with Trixie? Whats wrong with you?? You simply toy around with everything you see and all you do is fool around! Reminds Trixie of someone, but thats besides the point. Its not Trixie's fault she died!" she shouted and paced around for a few seconds. "You know what? Fine then. Trixie knows she is powerless against....gods and all that...she accepts her fate!" she snickered.
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
At this time, 'Silas' had finally made his way to the exit of the mansion. Sure, Boris had set him on fire earlier, but he was nothing more than a bit peeved that his clothes were ruined, and ignored Boris' apology before getting back up and continuing on his way. Unable to escape the mansion entirely, he instead opened his suitcase, marvelling at the things within. "Looks like this host is hiding more than he claimed," he muttered to himself. Then he shut his eyes. "Jackpot!" Closing the suitcase, he starts planning a way to bypass the forcefield so he could get to the old church. "I gotta get outta here before anything bad happens!"
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!
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