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Post by Lotty on Nov 13, 2011 18:41:18 GMT -5
Hey. Hey hey hey, check that out, is that underwear?
K'sel's head snapped to attention, only to be disappointed by the reality that it was just a sock. Maybe he should be relieved. Bloody underwear just sounded like someone was having some major intestinal issues that they had to attend to. Pronto. This however, was just an equally disturbing line of thought as the impending monster doom looming around the corner, so his mind was quick to reset back into the world of living wills and the supernatural. Wait... His head canted a bit as his lips squiggled into a humored disbelief. Here they were, and the greenrider wanted to make sure that his belongings were properly distributed post-mortem, "Make sure you aren't leaving anything to me, that will only give me motivation to use you as a human shield...." Not that K'sel was feeling self-sacrificing at the moment anyway.
If anything he was questioning their sanity. The knife he had brandished was wiped off on his pant leg and redeposited into it's home to be replaced, his hand drifting instead to hover over a handle with a blade bit larger, as if another couple of inches of reach was going to help him that much. Still, it felt better to have something more substantial than a glorified potato peeler within reach.
"Onward indeed," he said the words, but his body didn't reply. He looked over at the greenrider for the cue to start moving before he took the steps himself. Eyesore flared his wings and gave one last scolding jabber in his ears before finding the man a lost cause. He wasn't going to listen to reason, and so he'd just have to sit back and wait for the moment when he could send the notion of 'I told you so'. His bright blue tail then wrapped around K'sel's neck like a pointed choker while the other blue of the pair resolved instead to hide under his master's shirt. Great solution, obviously.
Mojo meanwhile, was laying in wait. With Darkling of course. Biding their time before they could go for the big reveal and scare the pants off of their respective bondeds. Finding himself going stir crazy with excitement the bronze let out a high, squealing holler that bounced out of the stone walls into some horribly ambiguous sound of distress. K'sel paused, swinging his head around on a swivel in search for the source, "The fuck was that man!?"
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Post by Avu on Nov 15, 2011 16:59:40 GMT -5
Mouth hitched up into a startled smirk, A’emi rolling his eyes at K’sel despite the gravity of the situation, “Don’t flatter yourself, I left everything to a prostitute in Bitra. You aren’t nearly as pretty as she was.” He adjusted the stiletto in his palm, clasping the hilt loosely between his fingers in a mockery of relaxation, pulling on the last few seconds of hesitation to methodically close the rest of the bond with Kyrahth down. His bond with Darkling was negligible enough that now, without her broadcasting, the only fear from her was the sour aftereffects, and he didn’t even bother trying with Titania. The Salamandyr paid selective attention to him, sure, but when she wanted to, he might as well have neon signs blinking welcome to my thoughts for all that he could block her out.
One eyebrow rose, and A’emi repeated, “Onward,” more firmly, and then marched himself onward past K’sel, only to stutter-step at the sound that emerged from the hallway. K’sel’s exclamation earned him an owlish blink, and A’emi said, sliding into the sort of composed calmness that preceded a storm, “Focus. Lots of things make noise.” (He suspected that being around K’sel brought out the most superstitious and prone-to-panicking side of him, which could not possibly be a good thing in any circumstances but particularly in dark hallways with bloody scraps of clothing littered around them—he’d dropped the shirt, evidence be damned. Human pulp was disgusting.)
He brushed past K’sel, squinting, moving with a careful looseness, ready to throw himself sideways if a gigantic monster claw came swiping out of the darkness, scanning the darkness. Silence. Which was really more ominous than that one sound had been. A’emi didn’t look back at K’sel, but he did tilt his head slightly to mutter, “D’you feel like—” only to be cut off by the softest of swooshing noises…
Shh, Darkling breathed mischievously to Mojo, tucked up in the dim recesses near the ceiling, watch this, Hers was so conveniently in front of His soooo…she slipped off of the small ledge she was clinging to and went between to reemerge behind K’sel, aiming for Eyesore’s blind spot. So very carefully she fanned her wing lightly over the back of K’sel’s legs, curled her tail in a teasing loop around one ankle and scraped her claws gently against the heel of his foot, whistled in a high mocking flute only to disappear between back to Mojo. Rubbing up against her bronze pleasantly, she fluttered her wings again and then settled to coil quietly near Mojo, tilting her head in pleasant offer; his turn, wasn’t it.
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Post by Lotty on Nov 17, 2011 11:44:05 GMT -5
"A Bitran prostitute!?" He said this loudly as whisper could dare to go, but far past the boundaries that contained serious conversation, "Here I thought we had something special..." he left out any further jokes... the spiel about feeling a deep and true connection that night in the desert. As much as humor was an opiate in times of trouble, he just wasn't able to blurt any out. It would have been lost in the moment anyway, especially with the way these shattering screeches seemed to interrupt their every second of pause. Still reeling from the last scream that echoed through the halls, K'sel looked over at A'emi, quite dubiously in reply to the comment. Expression drawn into disbelief, he asked, "Do lots of things make that noise though?" Perhaps it was just the zeitgeist, but it felt other worldly.
His skin crawled as A'emi brushed by... not because it was the greenrider, but because for a fleeting instant there was the nearly paralyzing fear that it wasn't just the other man ruffling his shirt in passing. Two steps behind, he angled his body for a brief glance over his shoulder and a view of their surroundings when the swooping sounds huffed around the hall and his partner spoke again, "D'you feel like what...." he began to mumble back before Eyesore's talon's dug into his shoulder and a soft, nameless, caress touched down to draw along his calf and ring around his ankle. Before the sensations could even cross the synapse into rational thought, the brownrider's fingers curled around the hilt of a knife, and pulling it out, he spun with a swipe only to cut a gash into thin air.
Which alarmed him even more.
"Dude! Dude!" It was a coarse whisper as his breathing went heavy and heart began thundering in his chest. He pulled at his pant leg in search for scratches left behind by the phantom only to be disappointed by the absence, "Bro man.... don't tell me you didn't feel anything," because K'sel didn't want to think he was being targeted specifically.
As impressed as Mojo was with Darkling's work, he had plans for something much more sinister. Hopefully, his friend wouldn't be too offended by playing a bit with poor A'emi's head. It was just all in good fun right? The conjurer pondered then for a moment before using his devious gift to curse the greenriding hobo with a vision of a ghastly specter all dressed in white, barely visible and ever fading back into the dark. It was a second's work, and shocking enough to hopefully distract the man as he dropped from the ceiling to trail a beckoning tail along a jawline before the blackish bronze could return to between. Oh he had to contain the evil cackle he so wanted to divulge.
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Post by Avu on Nov 18, 2011 19:53:48 GMT -5
He didn’t really hear K’sel whirling on his invisible assailant, but displaced air or something had him spinning on his heel, hand coming up in automatic defense, to see if K’sel remained whole and uneaten or if their paranormal investigations crew now numbered one. Fortunately, K’sel seemed very much alive, and the false alarm had A’emi whipping his attention back forward post haste, edging back towards the brownrider as he scanned the darkness with a truly impressive display of paranoia. A’emi tipped his head towards K’sel to hiss, as if the volume at which he spoke would even make a difference anymore, “Dude, what the fuck, nothing even happened, what are you flipping shit abo—”
Mojo’s image flashed into his mind halfway through his pivot, and A’emi stumbled gracelessly, clipped the wall with his shoulder, and nearly jumped out of his skin, scrambling for balance as he blinked rapidly, stunned, willing the mental image away. The soft touch along his jaw earned Mojo a sound somewhere between a sharp inhale and a choke, and another blind backwards step—because nothing was there and he wasn’t going to fight nothing with a knife, come on—carrying him straight into a collision with his ghosthunting partner. The elbow he accidentally jabbed into K’sel’s ribs was probably less than pleasant.
The automatic, reflex-triggered beginnings of his knife moving to slice open K’sel’s stomach was probably also not exceptionally pleasant, but at least A’emi managed to catch himself before that got anywhere. Instead he ended up blinking, half-dazed, at K’sel, and then wrapped a hand around his bicep and swung around the brownrider to put himself against K’sel’s back. Not that being able to see all around seemed to be much of a help but it sure made him feel better about things. “Okay,” he said through gritted teeth, maybe babbling a little bit, hand wrapping around his shoulder as he squinted down the hallway. “Okay, dude…this isn’t even real. Ghosts don’t exist. Monsters, fine, monsters are great. What kind of fuckery is this?”
Darkling was fairly vibrating with glee, fluttering her wings silently as she watched Mojo. Gave Theirs a moment of deafening silence to adjust—let them freak themselves out even more (she could theoretically access the psychological reactions and what have you, but it was ever so much more interesting to watch Hers freak out on his own without her input). Eventually, though, she offered a low sort of eerie whistle, and discovered much to her glee that the acoustics of their rocky hallways were enviably wonderful, and proceeded to curl upon herself and scrape her claws roughly down the stone at its smoothest, adding a screechy sort of sound for Theirs to puzzle over.
A second later, another inspiration struck and she whispered for Mojo, eyes bright with mischief as she slid closer to the bronze, keep them distracted just a minute, yes? She had utter faith in his ability to hold their fascination; she had a lovely idea and just had to go fetch her supplies…a flick of her tail farewell, and the green slipped between again with a soft flutter of wings.
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Post by Lotty on Nov 23, 2011 18:44:48 GMT -5
K'sel's jaw just about dropped with his partner began to insist that those spine tingling brushes were just his imagination. Thats when he had to suspend belief even further. Whatever touched him, just went after A'emi too if the odd gargling noise was anything to go by. For his own part, he began to feel his throat close up as breath failed to move in or out. All he had was his own inner dialogue rising from a whisper to yell over and over This is so messed up... THIS IS SOOO MESSED UP! Because it wasn't real.... it couldn't ever be real. To be confronted with what wasn't and never mean to be, was the type of thing to bust one's brain. Luckily somewhere in there was a Pettahth to keep him sane.
Then...
"Oof!" He couldn't very well see his own hand much less the body stumbling into him until it was too late and the elbow jabbed in between the ribs. A relatively minor fiasco compared to the one narrowly avoided when he sensed the movement of A'emi's hand and ergo his knife. His whole body flinched back just in time for the world to freeze and his eyes to catch the glint of the greenrider's blade readied to gut him. Eyesore reeled back on his shoulder in time to swipe his talons at the air.
That was close.
In a dance like maneuver the two of them were back to back in their best attempts to get a 360 degree view of this invisible assailant, "I don't know man. I am mindfucked. Way too mindfucked for this shit right now," more importantly, why them? They couldn't be the two biggest assholes in the weyr... they certainly hadn't done anything to inspire revenge from beyond the grave. He closed his eyes and tried to think, "Ok... ok... just. Lets not get ahead of ourselves...." Instincts after all were taking over, along with that hobo tendency to play off anything they couldn't see as unexplainable. They were to be "civilized" people now... they should act it. Except... there was that screech, "What... was that?"
With Darkling leaving him in wait, Mojo had to find a way to top himself once again. Couldn't be anything too big, since very obviously his love had something planned and he'd hate to see it unintentionally spoiled. Instead he dove down onto spot above the pair of rider's heads where he promptly vanished between, allowing the chill of nothingness to spill from the void and linger for a moment on the backs of their necks.
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Post by Avu on Nov 23, 2011 21:03:48 GMT -5
As with all cases of confusion, A’emi fell back on sarcasm for his last defense, snorting and flashing a sharp, lopsided grin into the darkness, sort of a come on monster, “I’m actually feeling very much behind the news right now, if you must know, so…” The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at the screech of claws on stone, and he barely managed not to whirl around again (if there was anything to be seen, K’sel had plenty of eyes to see it with, and turning would only present his back to the other side of the hallway). “This place was perfectly normal till you turned up,” he added petulantly, “C’mon, Aramis, you’re bringing the supernatural everywhere you go, is that really good for business?”
Cold, distinct colder-than-ice air spilling down the back of his shirt; A’emi jerked away from K’sel instinctively, and barely managed not to spin around and slash to go along with the motion that propelled him into a half-roll that ended with his back against the wall. Walls were also safe. He gestured with the knife for K’sel to get his ass over there, like, yesterday. Maybe working them into a corner, but convenient walls meant there was only a hundred and eighty degrees for them to be concerned about, unless the supernatural could go through walls and A’emi was going to assume for the sake of his sanity that they couldn’t.
“Holy shit, okay,” hissed under his breath, “Which way’s the nearest exit? We got light anywhere?” Glows, c’mon, where was a glowbasket when you needed one? Usually A’emi hated glowbaskets—they were positioned in the most awkward of places and he tended to either be unable to reach them or to hit his head on them, neither of which pleased him at all. Right now, he’d actually very much appreciate one. Ghouls and ghosts never seemed to lurk around when there was light.
Oh, they couldn’t go yet though, when she’d just gotten back.
Darkling reappeared in a soft rustle of wings and dropped a sauce-covered cloth towards Mojo, another one clasped in her hind claws; watch her, yes? She looped through the air near the ceiling where it was darkest, dragging her claws across stone again to produce that lovely gutted screechy sound, and then pirouetted as fast as she could, letting the cloth tangle in her claws and swing out in a blood-colored pinwheel; a splatter of sauce smacked against the walls and dripped down towards Theirs and as she dipped lower and threw herself into a happy vertical loop, splatted sickly against the wall and floor between them, congealing into streaky lumps.
The sound she offered as a musical soundtrack for the grotesque splatter-art she was making was no less macabre, a dragged-out shriek tapering into an echoing silence.
Listen, someone was dying, where were the knights in silver armor to save them?
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Post by Lotty on Nov 26, 2011 13:31:03 GMT -5
"I can't help it... clearly some crazy voodoo curse has been cast on me to cause this..." K'sel was snarking back when the gust of cold hit him too and rested along the collar of his shirt before seeping through their very fibe Yowza! He nearly jumped out of his skin right then, and whatever color that was on his face drained to it's last drop in that instant. With a shake of his head in both directions, and his firelizards all but hissing away at the unseen force, the brownrider saw A'emi tumble to the wall and with the quick gesture knew he was to join too; crouching low and backing himself against the stone surface an arm length apart from the greenrider. If only the other man could see his face, it clearly read: Do you still think nothing is out there now?
After a moment of contemplation and the settling of his heart he looked from side to side. Both directions look... scarily the same. Fuck. Had they really managed to turn themselves that far around, "So you know... remember how we wished we had brought some thread along..." he left A'emi finish the thought on his own before continuing on, "it looks like our options are that dark tunnel or.... that one..." common sense would tell them to follow the movement of air, but with all the air vents the damn mountain had, how could they go about trusting any old draft? How could they tell the different between a breeze and a ghost's breath? A light would be really, really, nice right now, but frankly K'sel doubted their existence at the moment.
"We can..." he was caught off guard by more sound. Was there no end to this madness? His ears tuned in to the horrid squeals, his eyes following to gaze off in the direction that he had sworn they had just come from. Teleportation would be real nice right about now, though it probably wouldn't help his conscience any to know that they left whatever it is down there to dismember some poor guy. Decisions, decisions....
Mojo was for his part, having caught the offered tomato rag, was trying to add his own little touches to their blood splatter masterpiece. He didn't even seem to mind that the process left him with some red stains on his own bronzen hide. Actually, that could work to their benefit. A fact that he was ready to assure Darkling. With a few more screeches and another spin here and there to send the sauce in thick globs down the wall, he rubbed his own body briefly down with the stuff, before chittering to Darkling and asking her to stay right there. If their racket alone couldn't get their owners to come save them then he knew exactly what would.
Flitting between - he was doing it so much today it was rather second nature for him - the large firelizard reappeared before K'sel with a pitiful keen to send hurried emotions through his bonded's body. Oh! It was horrible! The bronze flew into the brownrider's chest to smear his "bloody" body all about him and did his best impression of firelizard tears. Darkling! His dearest Darkling was in trouble! He even worked himself into such a frenzy as to faint then and there into the rider's arms.
"Fuck... we have to go now..."
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Post by Avu on Nov 27, 2011 0:24:57 GMT -5
Was someone getting dismembered?
A’emi blinked slowly at the splatters of red streaking down the walls, morbid fascination overriding fear for a split second. And then K’sel spoke, and he refocused on the fact that they had a fifty-fifty chance of either living or dying here, which, okay. He’d had worse odds, but you only ever needed and got to die once. “Fantastic,” he hissed, and wavered, gaze flickering between their options, “Fantastic,” repeated in a tone that indicated very clearly he was about two seconds from grabbing K’sel and bolting at random. “Fucking dark tunnels, fucking underground Weyr, who came up with this shit layout?”
He wasn’t very inclined to help anyone at the moment—even though the earsplitting squeals were downright disturbing, A’emi wasn’t suffering delusions of his own morality here, if someone was already squirting blood all over the walls he had absolutely no interest in getting roughed up by a monster for them. They were probably as good as gone—particularly when the squeals cut off into a shriek and then absolutely nothing at all. Didn’t even sound human. What—
Mojo.
The bronze’s panic and his broadcast had A’emi’s eyes going wide and what about Darkling? K’sel’s words earned a distressed hiss from A’emi, and he shoved at K’sel, “Okay, go that way, I’m going the other way, scream bloody fucking murder if you see something, I’m not leaving my firelizard, figure out whose blood that is anyway—” Too dark to even tell if it was human or firelizard—it looked more like dark red than dark green but it was essentially as good as black in what light they had to judge by. Whatever. Mojo wasn’t even conscious to tell them. A’emi didn’t wait for a response; the idea of Darkling being hurt was a very real motivator.
He’d gotten just far enough from K’sel to be thoroughly invisible when Darkling decided that the prank was no good if Theirs were parted and took action; she thrashed until the cloth half-draped over her back, leaving a wet gloppy smear over her wings and sides and down her spine, and then flung it in a sharp pirouetting twirl at the back of K’sel’s head as she swept past him and then literally dive-bombed A’emi, tangling her body around his neck and thoroughly sharing the sauce as she trilled false fear at him. The suddenness of her assault earned her a full-body jerk and a cut-off yelp before A’emi recognized his assailant, and then stuttered to a stop, groping up blindly to feel for injuries.
“Okay shit okay,” A’emi hissed as Darkling flinched away from his touch and keened, and wiped his fingers on his shirt sleeve thoughtlessly, “Aramis!” louder, shouted for K’sel (he didn’t actually notice he’d slipped back into hobo names; Aramis and K’sel were as good as interchangeable for him). “Aramis—you still alive, c’mere, I’ve got Darkling—c’mon girl, get us outta here, yeah?”
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Post by Lotty on Dec 14, 2011 19:57:51 GMT -5
He had started down the other way with his firelizard firmly grasped in his arms, when he found himself faltering. No, he wasn't exactly keen on splitting up anyway, but it was the only rational way of going about this; the fact that he was stopping had absolutely nothing to do with hesitation and instead the arrival of another. Apparently - as judging by the sweeping motion by his neck - Darkling had returned to A'emi, which was just in time, because K'sel wasn't anymore sure of what direction they were supposed to go now than he was minutes before. Really he wished he had a pair of ruby shoes, he could just click clack his heels and then be teleported home. It was just getting tiring being lost and wet with blood and ugh... he hooked up with this weyr because he wanted a substantial roof over his head for a change, not so that he can get lost in some fucking lame catacombs.
After the following yelp from his comrade, K'sel's ears perked up at the sound of a familiar name. It was funny how well that worked. The alias was still so fresh that it didn't take hardly any thought to instantly reply with, "Cain!" Immediately he shuffled forward with one hand on the wall back towards the greenrider. He found the other man only by reaching his free hand out - finally separated now from the stone surface - and literally groping around. When he thought he grabbed a bit of cloth, he couldn't help but grab for a more substantial hunk of flesh until his eyes adjusted and saw that why yes... he did have his fingers reaching around the other man's shoulders.
"Cain... cain... oh good... have you found a way out yet? I'm officially ready to say fuck this," curiously enough ever since his little monster passed out, the psychic activity seemed to... die down. After all there hadn't been another screech other than the ones accounted for. Curious. He tried then to shake his bronze flitter awake cooing, "Mojo... we have Darkling... snap out of it.." The eyelids creaked open slowly and with a slight flutter before he feigned some lethargy. Ohhh... this was just so traumatic!
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Post by Avu on Dec 21, 2011 18:10:14 GMT -5
He was considerably more relieved with Darkling in his arms, even if the firelizard was still thrashing and making it difficult to figure out what was getting smeared all over his arms and shirt; his immediate thought was that she was dying but she wasn’t broadcasting any anguish…which A’emi had no doubt that she would, if she were. Darkling liked to be dramatic like that. A’emi was only half-paying attention to K’sel (given the circumstances he thought that was plenty—he was holding on to a flailing firelizard with an invisible presence lurking out there somewhere, after all) and twitched in surprise at the hand that smacked at his arm and then landed on his shoulder.
“Only just now officially?” he answered, undeterred by how bizarre he sounded. Squinting at Mojo as Darkling calmed down and stopped flapping her wings all over his arms, “Are you making a move on me Aramis? I don’t think this is the appropriate time…” Humor or hysteria or somewhere in the middle. It wasn’t like the two didn’t tend to be inextricably linked for A’emi anyway. “Right, this is what we’re going to do…”
What he really wanted to do was have K’sel decide what to do, he was perfectly capable of deciding for himself but when it came to deciding for other people, particularly a certain king of hobos that he actually liked, A’emi wasn’t so confident. Not that K’sel seemed up to deciding much right now either. Actually, A’emi suspected that unless one of them actually did something they’d both end up festering awkwardly in this backwoods hallway for the rest of their lives…which would likely be fairly short, be it from monsters or dehydration.
His plan also happened to just be, pretty much, walk, as in, walk until they a) got out; b) made a monster, in which case they would obviously try to take it out and then either die or continue walking; or c) someone found them and ran away for help because they were covered in blood, which case they could just follow them to safety. It was a good plan, really, except that it sounded pretty pathetic. Instead of saying that, A’emi clapped one hand awkwardly over K’sel’s in a brief good-luck-don’t-die gesture and started off, “We’re going to wing it. Let’s go.”
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Post by Lotty on Jan 3, 2012 17:32:48 GMT -5
"Before it was merely presumed...." K'sel retorted to the quip, "Anyway, I've been coming onto you for turns and it has never ever been the right time. I do get off on the rejections you know..." because you know, the brownrider never heard a joke that he wouldn't pick up and run with even if it was for such a short amount of time as he had now. Regardless he found that he was still clinging to both his firelizard and his hobo brethren. The latter of which in a much more friendly manner than he probably appreciated. As cleaned up and made 'pretty' as he was, he probably still smelled like a curious mix of leather oil and now tomato. Wait. Tomato? Uhm... well that was weird to say the least.
He was just going to ignore the whole reeking like squashed veggies thing and go along with A'emi's plan, if only because it was the only plan presented to him, and began untangling his arm from the greenrider, while shaking his pet further awake at the same time. He knew that he couldn't exactly think straight himself with Mojo bombarding his brain with every known emotion underneath the sun. Of all of his creatures, the bronze firelizard seemed to have the greatest grasp on how to exactly press all of the buttons in his brain. All of the wrong buttons, the ones that you only hit if you wanted to self destruct and or send a neighboring entity into a nuclear winter. Devious creature he was.
Eventually he had Mojo propped up onto his shoulder as A'emi clapped his hand and laid it out on them. They were just going to make shit up..... they were just going to MAKE SHIT UP? "How exactly is that at all different than what we have been doing all along?" His memory might be a little foggy, boozehounds couldn't have the most pristine ones anyway, but he did recall the whole running into the maze of the weyr just for the hell of it without the aid of most survival supplies. Whatever, it wasn't like they were suddenly going to happen upon a map, running until they hit a dead end or escape was probably the best they could do, "Fuck it... I'll race you..." He wasn't dumb enough to go at a full sprint into total darkness, but he made a his way at a light jog before he notice something... dripping down onto him.
Was that?
"Oh fucking gross!"
More blood... from the ceiling... He was soooo close to calling on Pettahth to send someone in to find them, but then, he was a professional drifter. He prided himself on being able to get out of these exact situations. They had to escape and never tell anybody about this adventure. Ever.
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Post by Avu on Jan 14, 2012 20:04:45 GMT -5
It made him feel better, knowing that in due time he would have to tell K’sel that his come-ons clearly sucked since he’d only ever noticed this one and a stray belt knife very distinctly, but that due time was not now and therefore must be later. And if that was going to happen there would have to be a later, ergo they had to survive. Impeccable logic, A’emi told himself dryly. His mental voice had a snide edge to it that reminded him of Kyrahth, as a matter of fact, but whatever. Kyrahth was usually right anyway. “You smell like a hobo with a bathtub,” he observed, unbothered by how little sense he made, and wiggled, not quite sure whether he was aiming to get away from K’sel or just pull him along with.
“Well now it’s official,” A’emi offered, which was weak, okay, he knew that, but—apparently K’sel wasn’t even listening to him anyway by the brownrider’s words and the faint rustle of cloth and displaced air. “Five marks on you running into a wall,” he called after K’sel, and broke into a reluctant, careful jog after him anyway. Darkling slid down to coil her tail around his wrist, and he tucked the firelizard against his chest awkwardly, huffing a disgruntled “You know even ‘winging it’ entails some caution when monsters are—what? Your face is gross. What’re you—oh ugh…”
Because yes that was indeed something wet and gloppy and vaguely cool sliding down his cheek to cling to the edge of his jaw and then plop softly onto Darkling, who writhed against his chest, her wings flailing against his hands. A’emi sped up instead of slowing down, moving forward blindly until his shoulder smacked into K’sel’s and he immediately shoved at his ghosthunting companion, blurting, “Move your ass faster man, ugh that’s disgusting,” as his hand slipped on K’sel’s shoulder. “E’rro better appreciate this shit, it’s like extreme training or something. Look, go into the light!”
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Post by Lotty on Jan 22, 2012 22:48:29 GMT -5
A hobo with a bathtub. What was that even supposed to mean? Was one even a hobo if they had a bathtub all their own anyway? Why was he pondering this when he was in this situation anyway? Guh, K'sel wasn't even sure if it was worth his breath to try and respond to the comment, since it clearly lacked any meaning or sense to him to begin with. Instead the brownrider made a snuffing sound with his nose, apparently too occupied with his brisk little jog into the blood chamber of doom to say much else. It was after all a bit more halting to have stuff splattering and dripping down onto one's face...
"I know my face is gross.... this stuff is bleck...." the rider finally retorted swiping off the offending liquids from his face with the blade of his hand. It wasn't even a breath later that he felt the greenrider's body clash with his own and Mojo's wings spur to life with a few surprised and shocked flaps. The bronzen tips slapped vaguely around K'sel's head - and "civilized haircut" at that - to muffle the sound of A'emi's urges to get a move on. Stalled in his steps, the young man lurched forward in a slower cadence as he tried to regather a sense of what exactly was going on, resisting momentarily against the force pushing him onward.
"First of all," he was reaching back now in between steps to simply separate himself from the unnecessary contact with his wingmate, "E'rro shouldn't ever know about this shit..." because they were going to sound crazy at best. Sure that was kind of a pre-requisite for being in their wing at all, but this was close to a level of delusional that he wasn't going to be quick to admit to anytime soon, "Secondly.... FUCK the light!" The "light" was horrifying, isn't that where you went when you died? "I don't know about you, but I was taught the only time you go into a light at the end of a tunnel was when you were good and done with Pern." Worse yet, this light didn't seem to have a chorus of cherubs to greet them or anything either.
Still, he went towards it because. Well. What else were they going to do?
At very least the air seemed all that much fresher in that direction.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jan 25, 2012 19:44:47 GMT -5
A’emi was pretty much ignoring most of the scuffling; he’d come to the conclusion that getting out was more important and it really didn’t matter if he got there tumbling over K’sel or balanced on two feet. That left him pretty much wide open to run straight into K’sel at the brownrider’s initial resistance, getting a face full of Darkling’s wings in the process as she squeaked in alarm and instinctively threw up her wings to flee, which got her nowhere, since A’emi was just not letting her go anywhere anymore. He huffed, narrowing his eyes uselessly in the darkness, and continued his determined way towards the light.
“Metaphorical versus literal, man, figure it out, you’re not supposed to go into metaphorical light, or, like, literal fire maybe, but literal light means life, move already,” reaching out to shove at K’sel again in the darkness equaled missing spectacularly, his own momentum carrying him into a stutter-stumble forward, even more blinded by the contrast of light and dark now. “And we can’t both be hallucinating,” or else there were some severely dangerous fungi lurking around in the halls or something, but A’emi liked to think that Legatus training had rendered him immune to fungi alongside the poison.
He tumbled gracelessly out into the light, which resolved itself into a well-lit, cheerful hallway, and nearly smacked into the opposite wall before he caught himself, still pressing Darkling against his chest as he blinked rapidly three times and then twisted around to look for a K’sel, “Well it’s either hell or Pern, but on the bright side we’re making progress…”
Which was when Kyrahth stirred into wakefulness in the back of his mind, clearly done with her napping, What are you even doing? A brief sleepy pause as she helped herself to the information, because who needed privacy in their own mind, clearly things like that were overrated, and then a more stunned and appalled, You—why didn’t you /wake me/? And where was Pettahth, dead? Why are you /stupid/?
Bemused by her belated agitation, A’emi’s brow furrowed and he glanced down the hallway, “I think it’s Pern,” he commented, unhelpful to the extreme, “I don’t think Kyrahth would be bitching at me if it were hell, I’d like to think she’d be more sympathetic.”
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Feb 3, 2012 21:07:50 GMT -5
Thunk. Did he just hear somewhere between A'emi's running mouth, the sound of the greenrider stumbling forward? "Dude..." he began to mutter out in quiet amusement, "bro.... did you just totally eat it?" He too stepped now into the hallway to try and confirm his suspicions, but was blinded momentarily by the brightness of it all. Could it even be possible that they had been in the dark that long that their eyes had to re-adjust? He shielded his eyes for a moment, closing and opening them in quick succession to let the neon phantoms that plagued them fade away and the reality of their environment.
In between thoughts he swore he smelled the wafting aromas of a kitchen, and noted to A'emi, "I don't think we are in Hell, unless that is the delightful smell of souls being baked into loaves of bread..." Hey, it was entirely possible. What better way to be eternally tortured than killed, cooked, consumed and shit out over and over and over again? Hmmph, he hiccuped to himself, really his every day life was kind of like that, minus the whole being eaten thing, and if it wasn't for between then he'd certainly be consumed by worms and maggots if nothing else. Life is Hell?
Saving the philosophical thoughts, for later, he looked down at his clothing, frowning deeply at the mess spilled prominently all over it. Red. Bright, unforgiving, red. While he wasn't very vain - if at all - he couldn't help but snicker at perfectly good shirt going to waste. He just had to be wearing white today didn't he? Mumbling to himself, "For the love of fuck," he took a few steps down the hall, investigating the space as if it could shift any moment back to the passages from their nightmares, "Oh so your dragon is awake then? Good to know... mine is still sound asleep..."
So you think... Pettahth replied sleepily, though easily cut short by a quick snippet from his rider, I was preoccupied, not stupid. You're not cruel enough to have left me distressed without a word for so long. For all of your bark, you're still a puppy dog.
He glanced at his shirt again. You know, it almost didn't look dark enough to be a blood stain, but he was careful not to mention it to the greenrider.
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