tile run - group 3

[soulping]

( circumstances have conspired to separate those who went into the maze, splitting them into three groups, with each group taking one fork in the road.

a wisp of light guides them forward, gleefully bobbing up and down, slowing down just enough so it doesn't lose those following it, then speeding off around the next corner as soon as they start to catch up. )

Comments

Re: PLAYER ACTION

[cihuatlatoani]

[Fighting through the nausea and dizzyness, Montage grabs the leg she severed and swings it at the machine's head like a bat, trying to knock it off.]

CONCLUSION

[soulping]

( the final blow is delivered by caracal shoving a glassapple down her throat, causing a chunk of her parts to explode off her body.

"nyssa" falls to the floor in a sparking, half-melted heap. her head rolls back on her neck, and although the voice box hidden somewhere within her throat attempts keep choking out its terrible puns, all that it manages is this noise. oh, and a strange, sinister, sinewy black shape that slithers off into the darkness. but that’s not disconcerting at all, is it?

of course not!! )

Re: CONCLUSION

[ladychapels]

[ but what if

what if

instead of a wild goose chase, she goes down in a heap and goes about stitching herself back together as the fear and paranoia abruptly let up, fuck, fuck, fuck... stemming the bloodflow from her nose with a spasmodically twitching hand. ]

Ugh.

Re: CONCLUSION

[unguilded]

How are you holding up?

[He asks, kneeling on the floor himself and still disoriented. But he has his eyes shut at least, to keep the vision effects at a low.]

Re: CONCLUSION

[ladychapels]

[ gross-sounding inhale, grosser-sounding exhale, courtesy the (possibly) broken nose. ]

This has been a real shitty night.

Re: CONCLUSION

[unguilded]

[The wryest little grin.]

Yeah ... it really has.

Let's make sure to get some nice rest when it's over.

Re: CONCLUSION

[ladychapels]

[ she reaches up and sets her nose with a quiet crunch, grimacing.

and then just starts bitching. ]

I was havin' a nice rest before these bastards started trying to stage a goddamn heist!

[ no she wasn't. she wasn't even in bed. ]

Re: CONCLUSION

[feytality]

[there's probably a topknot sticking out of a Nyssabucks pile somewhere]

Re: CONCLUSION

[ladychapels]

[ after a few seconds have passed, Wolfwood will have pulled herself together enough to go pull the topknot out of the currency. ]

Re: CONCLUSION

[feytality]

[looks like she's dazed and still looks queasy--- but the dynamite's safely stuffed in her dress]

[....if that's considered safe, that is]

[also: money sticking to her]

Re: CONCLUSION

[ladychapels]

[ forget the dynamite. ]

You alright?

Re: CONCLUSION

[feytality]

[Give her a second]

[at least she can gamble at Nyssa casinos??]

Ngh... I think I should be asking you that...

Re: CONCLUSION

[farkle]

[ Yeah, you thought the statuseffects were done. You did. But this kid was actually entering an actual panic attack and it's trying to go fullblown now as everything in the last few minutes begins to sink in. He teeters on his feet but tries to think of absolutely anything that doesn't involve fainting there on the spot. And not looking at anyone else both in panic and guilt and well. Let's. Try. TO. Think. ]

The button. It... has to be missing something.

Re: CONCLUSION

[soulping]

( there is only one new thing in the room.

hmm. )

Re: CONCLUSION

[farkle]

[ l--let's go look at that then. ]

Re: CONCLUSION

[soulping]

( it's the body. )

Re: CONCLUSION

[hunting]

[Let's nose that "body..."]

Re: CONCLUSION

[farkle]

[ ofc it is,. ]

The only thing still working on it is its voicebox...

Re: CONCLUSION

[ladychapels]

[ pushing her hair back enough to watch him do this, while she catches her breath. ]

Re: CONCLUSION

[hunting]

[Forcing himself to turn from his kittyball and slowly stalk over to Regulus, as his fear subsides...]

Re: CONCLUSION

[cottoncandyface]

[ She blinks. Vision. She places a hand on his shoulder.] Are you sure its not for show like all the other things.

Re: CONCLUSION

[farkle]

[He jumps and suddenly forgets to breathe for a moment before rapidly shaking his head.] She had time to come in here firs thing when we came in here. She only seemed to care when we concentrated on it to come in.

Re: CONCLUSION

[cottoncandyface]

Hey... I'm here; you'll be fine.

Re: CONCLUSION

[hunting]

[Trying madly to escape that noise and pressing himself against the closest surface]

Re: CONCLUSION

[unguilded]

[Rook can make out some kind of strange moving image of darkness, but he's still too dizzy and double-visioned to make anything of it.

He briefly falls to his knees, bracing himself on his hands and bowing his head, eyes shutting to try and wait for it to pass.

And he lets out a deep breath of relief, releasing all of that panic and tension that built up through the fight, stinging in his leg barely registering.]

Th-that's better...