Drummer Boy
"Yes. This way. That sounds lovely." Klaus struggles to keep up with the young woman. Holy shit on a stick, does she ever get tired? "Uh... why did we get upside down and everything, anyway? Is that normal?"
"We shouldn't rely on them. They clearly want nothing to do with us. Or is that only until we calm down? Because I think I'm calm now. Er, calmer, actually."
edited 13th Oct '11 6:44:37 PM by SnowyFoxes
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"Thanks," Prisha slightly smiled. "And once again I'm sorry I joked too far."
Then turning to Grimm, "Vincent is already watching over Lilith isn't he?"
Where is she anyway?
edited 11th Oct '11 10:38:16 PM by PsychoFreaX
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Drummer Boy
He thinks that was a joke.
Yep, he's definitely dangerous.
She frowns at Prisha and strokes an imaginary beard, pretending to be a great thinker, eyebrows raised at Grimm. He's a budding sociopath. Now what? her eyes seem to say.
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"I dunno. Sometimes. I kinda trip over myself, or at least that's what Uncle Albert said. We were working on that before I got here. Guess I messed up again." She chuckled, rubbing the back of her head guiltily.
"One time I stopped inside a wall. You ever been inside a wall mister? Tastes terrible. Like plastic covered in that yucky red tobaccy sauce." Sticking her tongue out, she remembered just how much she hated that stuff. Stupid tobaccy sauce. You're not ketchup. You're not ketchup at all.
edited 10th Oct '11 9:38:16 PM by KSPAM
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Grimm shook his head emphatically. "If they think calm is the proper reaction to having this superpowered little twerp around, they're the ones who've got a malfunction. Basic fucking logic should dictate that this is not the way to act in a situation like this. It could get people killed."
He then rounded on Prisha the moment he said his piece. "Don't you fucking start. And Lilith isn't half the basket-case you are." He paused for a second, surprised at himself. "... Wow. I can't believe I actually said that. Either way, you're the clear and present threat. I think Lilith can be left on her own, at least until she proves otherwise." He turned to the direction of the lake, with Bianca in tow. "YOU on the other hand..."
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Drummer Boy
"Tobasco sauce SUCKS." Klaus nods vigorously. Well, he's pretty sure she's talking about Tobasco sauce, anyway. "I guess you need more practice with that, then. And my name's Klaus, you don't have to call me 'mister.' And no, haven't been inside a wall. Seems like I don't want to be."
"Eep!"
Bianca keeps her head turned toward Prisha to make sure he's not doing anything funny. "Sorry. Being suddenly dragged around is not something I'm accustomed to. So... is the plan to kick some sense into them, or what?"
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!"Lilith?" Prisha frowned. "She hates someone just by their appearance. Not even understanding that they went through hell before stepping on their head!"
edited 11th Oct '11 10:38:32 PM by PsychoFreaX
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Grimm faltered, his confident exterior disrupted for a second. "N-no, I was talking to Prisha. Sorry. The plan, for lack of a better term, is to get them to take Prisha seriously as a threat. We need some way of handling him."
He outright ignored Prisha's protest. He had a point, but damned if Grimm was ever going to let him know that.
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Drummer Boy
"That shouldn't be too hard," Bianca says, still staring intently at Prisha. Marianne is alert for any strange energies. "'Hello, all. We have ourselves a potential sociopath on our hands' is a pretty compelling argument in my opinion."
edited 10th Oct '11 9:49:36 PM by SnowyFoxes
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!"Excuse me?" Prisha argued at Grimm's silence. "Lilith had actually done damage. She actually shown to be inconsiderate of another, calling them a thing and you think I'm worse?"
"You're just like everyone else!.." Prisha hissed. "... outside... my home... Which is why I hate..."
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The Draconic Superior
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Donovan sat on a rock near the water's edge and breathed out, "So I obviously can't trust the Prisha kid, but I'm hoping I can trust everyone else, Bianca seems trustable, so do Vincent and Adam, Grimm's hard to get along with, but he's a soldier, so that's understandable."
He huffed out as Cthylla sat next to him, "Donovan, when I can, can I hit the purple boy with a stick?" She asked rather cutely, if a bit of a morbid request.
He patted her on the head and smiled, "If I get my backpack, we both can," the two laughed as they say together on the rock.
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edited 11th Oct '11 12:50:55 PM by draconiansuperior
"Wait a moment," said Adam, turning and pointing into the water. "What's that?"
Vincent leaned over and fished the object out. "It's one of the rats," he said, holding the skeletal corpse up. He looked closely at it. "Dead. Well, deader. Maybe it got pushed in and drowned. Give me a moment." He ran his fingers over the skeleton, murmuring softly to himself as he sent soft pulses of magic through the bones. "Hmm. Relatively standard construct... bones held together in traditional manner... blah blah... sustainment matrix is surprisingly thorough..." And so on.
After a few moments, he said, "These rats were created by something or someone. I don't know why, but apparently they wanted you away from the cave, at the very least. From the looks of things, there's either something really valuable or really dangerous in there."
Drummer Boy
Bianca furrows her brow at Prisha's words. She can barely hear him anymore.
"He's fishing for pity now, isn't he? I mean, it might explain things, but it doesn't excuse them, do they?"
She keeps her eyes fixed on him. Don't you dare pull anything.
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!"Urgghhh, you people are hopeless," Prisha then sighed. Why do the people on this island bother him so much though? He should have been used to them by now. He had known only such morons and bastards his entire life... until only two years ago. Yes, he had finally realized just how much he misses the Occult Society. It had been over a day when he last saw them.
But seeing as Grimm and Bianca are heading to the lake now Prisha decided to quietly follow and hope that he'll once again be invisible.
edited 11th Oct '11 9:03:13 PM by PsychoFreaX
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Drummer Boy
Assuming that Prisha literally turned himself invisible, since Bianca is watching his every move and would see if he tried to hide.
I sense something.
Prisha vanishes.
"Grimm. Grimm!" Bianca shakes him. "We have a problem."
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"We're here!" Lilith exclaimed.
"Here" just happened to be the edge of a gargantuan cliff. No, that wasn't right. "Positively fucking gigantic cliff", maybe. Just staring out into the void on the horizon gave Klaus the impression the sheer ernormity of it would make the Grand Canyon shut tight in inadequacy. It was absolutely amazing. The first truly beautiful thing he'd seen on this island.
In the face of such majesty, everything melted away. All the worry and the pain and the confusion wiped clean by the tender hands of Mother Nature. Thank you so much for this, Lilith-
"What're you lookin' at Klaus? It's done there!" Lilith pointed at the cliff face. Hanging precariously in the wind was a series of old, rather intimidating steel spires. Tapering off at the ends and bulging in the middle, the oversized christmas ornaments were hooked to each other with lengths of crisscrossing wires, grounded in countless other locations. They were strung out at a forty-five degree angle from the cliff face, connecting to the ground like a giant metal spiderweb.
Perfect.
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Drummer Boy
Oh my fucking God.
Klaus takes a few steps back from the cliff, the presence of the mess of metal wires and spires pulling him out of the state of humble appreciation for nature. "Uh, fascinating. Really. But... uhm... we're not getting any closer to the metal clusterfuck, are we? Cuz there might be electricity. I dunno, there's wires and shit, so... yeah. Really cool. But it looks cool right where we are."
Something told him he was about to be seriously disappointed.
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"Come on! Don't you wanna see what's inside?" Lilith protested.
Come to think of it, Klaus could see windows if he squinted hard enough. Dusty, dirtied windows from which no light could ever shine, but windows nonetheless. And one some of the wires, he could see chairs, like on a ski-lift. The wires were thick enough to hide a pulley system...
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Drummer Boy
I was afraid of that.
"Okay," he says. "We will approach it. With great caution. And if anything funny happens, we get the fuck outta there. But how do we even get there? Looks tricky."
What the hell am I doing? I should be running, and not looking back. He glances at Lilith again. But I don't want to hurt her feelings... or leave her in danger, for that matter. She's just a kid, really.
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"Hmmmm? Like this." She gave him a hearty slap on the back that kept on going into a push. First with a teeter then a totter, Klaus gave in to gravity and fell off the cliff, flipping head over heels towards the tangled steel web.
Let's continue this conversation midair, shall we Snowy?
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Drummer Boy
''Oh shit oh shit oh—
He goes over.
"SHIT! NO! NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL! THIS IS HIGHLY! FUCKING! DANGEROUS!
The mass of tangled metal is alarmingly close.
"IF I DIE, I'LL KILL YOU! YA HEAR ME? I'LL KILL YOU DEAD! AND IF I DON'T DIE, I'LL WRITE A FUCKING THESIS ON WHY INTERACTING WITH NON-HUMANS IS DETRIMENTAL TO MANKIND! AND I'LL THE VENEREAL DISEASES AND PULVERIZED SPINE TO PROVE IT!"
It's practically in his face now. He closes his eyes.
Bitch.
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"Whaddya mean 'pulverized'? Looks fine to me."
Lilith had him tucked under one arm, balancing perfectly on one of the steel wires. Ignoring how both parts of the previous sentence weren't supposed to be physically possible, Klaus instead chose to fight what had been a growing urge to piss himself.
"You okay, Klaus? You look kinda grey."
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Drummer Boy
Oh God WHAT.
He is not dead. And she's right, his spine is most certainly not pulverized. On the other hand, he is tucked under Lilith's arm like a student carrying a textbook, while she is balanced on one of the wires. Not exactly helping him feel safe. But how is she balanced so effortlessly? Absurd.
Leah's voice comes back to him. Come now, my little nerdy lover. I know you're a man of science. But if this is absurd to you, you'll never make it in your new line of work.
"So," he says rather dryly for someone who had quite recently been falling to his death, "I think the best thing to do right now is to get somewhere more stable than a steel wire. Preferably with a nearby toilet. Sort of kidding with that last one."
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Grimm nodded. "Alright then, so what should we do with him in the meantime? We just get a sufficiently powerful someone to keep an eye on him? Maybe that Donnovan guy? Or Vincent? I know they'll probably hate it, but it's got to be done, right? For security's sake."
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