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Delta Butterfree!Zorro: <Ugh... Hate when patrols get too thick.>Vanamonde: <And now we have Selene who can't go stealth like the rest of us.>
Erik: -to Pent- <Any ideas from the Former Grey Fox?>
edited 4th Oct '15 8:07:40 PM by keys2tkingdom
Ever Grande City
-Dune is hugged twice.-
Dune: Th'nks, g's!
Fwomph
If she's got the charge we could risk a type shift. Otherwise I could help her away in Subwhere.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
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Selene: <I could give it a shot... I've got almost infinite transformations so long as the moon's out, but the flash might draw unwanted attention.>
High Priestess of Fabulous
The Music Room
Miss Valentine curtsies and twirls, bursting into flames, and cackling. She screams, "OH HOW I LOVE A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE~" The floor opens up and drops them down into the pit below.
The Haunted House
A music box plays in the background, and lights flicker ominously.
The unmistakable voice of Miss Valentine rings out among the halls. "Where are you~?"
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassin
The Wanderer
done w ur shit
Music Room
Red: Aw, fuck me.
She drops.
Haunted House.
She pulls herself up, swings her lead pipe experimentally a few times.
Red: Ya know, I've never much been one for horror films.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Music Room
"Wait, captive? What do you mean by thaaaaaaaaa-"
Haunted House
"t..."
"Ow"
"Wait wasn't this supposed to be a dream"
edited 4th Oct '15 8:19:59 PM by Daydre
off the shits
Music Room
Tori: "EEE Eeeeeeeee!"
Haunted house
Tori: "Ugh... Another haunted mansion in my dreams? Oy"
-beat-
I wonder if I can get that gun again... At least someone has a pipe
Dunsparce Cloud
Ever Grande Hospital
Ever: I don't really know.
I suspect I may have broken the law at some point there, so I'm not sure getting to be in the Hall of Champions is my top priority.
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Hm... since Pidgin's down again, I'm getting a tad tired, and I don't have any more prewritten, I think I'll save the rest of the challenge for tomorrow.
edited 4th Oct '15 8:32:17 PM by CorvusAtrox
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
High Priestess of Fabulous
Haunted House
The Crew sees themselves in a long hallway with the same black doors they walked in through every few feet along the way.
Miss Valentine's voice rings out. "Let's play a game~"
The piano starts up again, ringing out from beyond as she starts singing.
edited 4th Oct '15 8:36:01 PM by ConflictedPsyches
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassin
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Haunted House
"... I don't like where this is going."
off the shits
done w ur shit
Haunted Mansion
Red: Eurgh. Creepy. I got another game for ya, lady. S'called baseball.
She hefts the pipe.
Red: ... but for now, let's move.
She picks a direction and heads off in it.
Fwomph
Ah, that could be a problem. We have anything to sufficiently block the light while we try that?
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
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Selene: <I don't think so. I don't ever get to actually see how bright the flash is, but it's enough to be noticeable in daylight. It'd probably be like a small nuke went off at night.>
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Haunted Mansion
Daydre, knowing how horror movies end when people split up, follows after Red.
off the shits
The Wanderer
Well Muninn was going to murder you and obviously a regular prison wasn't going to hold him so I don't really blame you for defending yourself.
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Zorro: <Don't look at me! Illusions that are too big are harder to make perfect!.>
Erik: <Sorry, my my obscura-based Movepool is rather shallow.>
Vanamonde: <How big a flash we talking?>
-then he hears Selene- <Never mind.>
edited 4th Oct '15 8:45:01 PM by keys2tkingdom
High Priestess of Fabulous
The Haunted House
Miss Valentine's voice suddenly stops echoing from the hallway. It's dead quiet in the room.
There is but one large black door in front of them, and all the rest have vanished.
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassin
Dunsparce Cloud
Ever Grande Hospital
Ever: Yeah, I just hope that flies.
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Haunted House
Tori: "Augh, is a good night's sleep too much to ask?"
-She follows after Red in hopes numbers mean something when dealing with dream ghosts-
-With no other apparent options, she. Cautiously tries opening the door-
edited 4th Oct '15 8:47:50 PM by BlitzTrain
done w ur shit
Haunted House
Red: Really? No options, to let us damn ourselves? Poor design.
Music Room
Tori: "Well, that was pretty"
As long as the implications of getting shot weren't literal
edited 4th Oct '15 8:01:39 PM by BlitzTrain