Mary turned the doorknob and pushed open the door with her fingers. The doorhinges creaked, and the wooden porch sank under her feet. She held up her flashlight to look inside. No spirits there. She then pushed the door all of the way opened and stepped into the front hall.
The haunted house was exactly what she was expecting. In front of her was a set of stairs, with two hallways next to it. The carpet below her was dusty and ridden by moth bites. The wooden floor had loose nails and chipped away wood pieces. There were no working lights, so the whole place was succumb in darkness, with her flashlight being the only way she could see anything. To her left was probably the dinning room, to her right probably the living room, up ahead the kitchen. However, her flashlight couldn't pierce the darkness on the top of the stairs.
Except for the raindrops hitting the ceiling, and a crack dripping, it was silent.
Mary stepped near the stairway and wiggled the railings. It was loose, "How should we split up?"
"I would advise against that. I've knowledge on a wide variety of horror movies and literature, many of which involve large and imposingly empty houses. Splitting up usually ends in one or more parties being murdered and/or maimed, often gruesomely."
Noting the silence, he tacked on, "They are stories, however."
edited 2nd May '11 6:59:47 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialWell, if it's spirits you need...
It was a very long way from home. But it didn't know that.
It was an echo of a fragment now... but it still existed, however barely.
It kept the form it had in life. As such, it was a hideous sight to any who could see spirits; it clung to the ceiling of the former kitchen by three thick, sinewy tentacles, not quite flesh or mechanical, but a hideous blurring of both. The tentacles ended in a central body with a large eye, fleshy but enhanced by mechanical receptors. From around the thing's eyes, seven thin cords, ending in deadly barbed spikes, hung; they were curled in spirals for now, waiting for prey.
It felt the vibrations of something living. Flesh. It quivered in anticipation. The raw materials it needed to begin rebuilding...
Hoo, boy....
"But... Molly gives Mister Cyrus a headache..."
The large fish surveyed the group of people from slightly afar.
"Maybe... could we do two groups?"
Cyrus blinked. "I don't really want to be near that fish."
They could have Mary go with one group, and Elise and Molly go with another group, because they could see in the dark. They had enough people to cover all of the bases, so...
edited 2nd May '11 7:10:12 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Thankfully, Kohana followed Kiora inside. The ninja didn't like the idea of a house that couldn't be penetrated by her Byakugan. She swallowed nervously from the back of the group. This kind of supernatural crap wasn't her specialty.
"I say we stick together, or at the very least, we shouldn't split beyond two groups," she suggested. Kohana nodded silently. Don't need another Polly.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Adam's skin pricked. No, that wasn't right, he didn't have skin. Did he? The logical machine said no, the electricity crawling up his arms said yes. Regardless os semantics, he recognized this feeling. It was a rare one for him. He'd felt it maybe twice.
Fear.
His mind exploded. Oh! It was like he'd suddenly tuned in to everything. Great to see you! His thoughts were drowned out by the interference, turning him into a whirlwind of information. Come here. He saw everything. Everything that had ever been. But the most poignant was a simple image of a woman and her child.
Let me get a better look at you.
He whipped his head to the ceiling, but saw nothing. The fuzz subsiding, he shook the static off and kept moving.
edited 2nd May '11 7:31:11 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialMary turned to Cyrus and said, "That's a good idea. Let's split into two groups. One will search this floor and the second floor. The other will search the third floor and the tower. I will lead one group, Cyrus will lead the other." She wiggled her flashlight around to make sure everyone was there.
Wait, someone was missing.
"Who's missing?" Mary asked. Hopefully, no one was wandering around alone—or worst.
The raw materials needed to come closer. But how could it lure them? It tried to remember what it had observed of these animals... they were social creatures, who frequently sought to help out injured members of their own kind. Particularly the young, with a slightly higher probabilty of assisting femals than males. It skimmed through its memory banks, finding the appropriate sound...
From the kitchen came the sound of a little girl screaming in terror.
Damn! Just wait a second.
And now, as the last of his migraine subsided, his head began to tingle again as his crescent-shaped halo faded back into sight. Buzzing with anticipation, the adrenalin began to course through his veins again, rushing and pushing its way through him. How he longed for that feeling, constantly. How he loved feeling unstoppable. It radiated out from everywhere. Up the stairs, from each door, and from every hallway, like the stench of the silver that would soon send them away, leave them drowning in their own filth, their own screams of pain.
Time to get down to work.
Cyrus smirked venomously to himself as he led his quarry towards the strongest feel that stuck out to him...
A terrified scream, one that sounded like Elise, even though she and Molly were already in the other wing.
He pinpointed the location of his target, which happened to be on the way or near what he had been feeling. He moved quickly, though not so that he could rescue a little girl. A silver dart found its way into his fingers as he neared the target.
On the ceiling.
Without looking up, he stood with his body half in the previous room and half in the doorjamb, feeling around for the target...
A flash of silver, and he heard the dart pierce flesh.
...Flesh...?
edited 3rd May '11 7:36:31 AM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Before anyone could answer Mary, she heard a voice of a screaming girl from the kitchen. She flinched, the hairs on her back on their ends. A wave of fear chilled her body.
"Oh, no." she pointed to one of the visitors, "I need one of you to accomply me to the source of the voice. I can't save her alone, since guns might not work on the spirts."
If there was a girl.
"I got your back," Kiora said, hefting her sword onto her shoulder. "This thing should be able to handle any nasty spirits."
She turned to Kohana. "I know you don't play well with others, but keep an eye on them, for me?"
The vampire nodded. "I suppose, if it'll make you happy..." She put on her most innocent-looking face and batted her eyelashes.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Molly silently shook her head and grabbed Mary's arm, leading her away.
"Molly said that they're fibbing! There isn't another girl there! She knows it!" Elise pleaded as she tugged on Mary's soaked jacket.
Molly cannot help Cyrus here, let alone anybody else. She would simply break his focus with her mere presence, leading to his death.
edited 2nd May '11 7:57:32 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."It was aware of the pain — an astounding amount of agony — as the dart struck it, but it was too well engineered to let pain interfere with its mission. It needed to rebuild, and there were raw materials within its reach... just as soon as they were neutralized. It grabbed the dart with one of its thinner tentacles, pulled it from its eye, and threw it away. Its visibility had been significantly impaired, but no matter... its seven coiled piercers unfurled, each aiming to burrow into Cyrus' skull.
edited 2nd May '11 8:00:11 PM by KillerClowns
The dart clattered on the floor, followed by the sound of something... no, many things crawling across the dank wood...
It was not a ghost.
Cyrus cocked his pistol, holding it low and right in front of him, aimed right at the exact spot where he aimed the dart...
He held his other hand on his knife, ready for the creature to crash to the floor.
A shot tore through the house.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."The entity clung tenaciously to the ceiling. A burst of psychic energy emmanated from it:
Harvester under attack — engaging repair mode! Request backup! This was followed by further details — identifying Cyrus as "Unidentified carbon-based semi-sentient" and his gun as a "primitive small-scalle mass driver", as well as more information utterly meaningless to anyone save the message's intended recpients.
Of course, any backup it might have received had been gone before the dinosaurs had roamed the earth. But any spirits, ghosts, or demons in the house would no doubt hear the distress signal and make of it whatever they liked.
With that, the thin tentacles withdrew, forming themselves into a protective sheath guarding what was left of the thing's eye, and beginning the arduous process of repairing it.
Adam looked to the cieling. The beast stared back at him, and for a moment, there was silence.
"... Well you don't see that every day."
OOC: Night. Shame it made its presence known so quickly. I wanted some alone time between it and Adam, machine to machine
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialWhat was that?!
Elise and Molly looked around wildly. Something shouted at them for backup, saying scary things that neither of them could fully understand. Terror began to fill Elise's eyes. Molly swam around, wrapping herself around Elise's back in an attempt to offer some comfort to the girl.
The creature, whatever it was, seemed rather... persistent. The young exorcist readied himself for another shot, this time daring to look at his opponent. Its tentacles crawled around the room like tree roots, writhing around like disgusting worms and affixing it to the ceiling.
In the center of the body, the creature tried desperately to destroy Cyrus' handiwork. How dare it destroy what he did! He cocked his pistol, this time aiming for the side of the sheath it created around its eye...
He let yet another crack tear through the air.
Going to bed now. Night.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."The sheath absorbed the shot, though not without damage; a few more shots would do it in. While most of the tentacles remained working on their repairs, one seperated from the rest and wrapped themselves around Cyrus' gun, displaying more strength than their thin size betrayed. They pulled his arm upwards to point the gun at a bare patch of ceiling, and attempted to wrench it from his grasp.
G'night.
edited 2nd May '11 9:16:57 PM by KillerClowns
No time to think.
Taking his knife out with his left, he freed his hand, slicing deftly from top to bottom to shoot it again. Vile juices dripped out from the wounds.
Cyrus moved around it to shoot it from a different angle in the wound. Cause more damage.
Another crack.
As the crack echoed, he half-turned, trying to catch any tentacles coming around from around the back. Crafty bastard. This was getting fun.
edited 3rd May '11 5:04:49 AM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."The creature swiftly withdrew the damaged tentacle. It was running low on raw materials to work with — its spirit form was direly wounded, and it would need to harvest other spirits soon, even just to repair itself to a state where it could begin working with physical raw materials.
It emmanated a scream, designed to disorient and harm the animals that were giving it so much resistance. The resulting sound was not unlike the a flash-bang grenade being set off. A tiring effort — it hoped it would be worth it. All that work to get the animals to its lair, and now it only wanted them back out again. Or at least, it wanted any of the beasts capable of destroying it gone.
Only three of its utility tentacles were fully functioning; the mass driver had heavily damaged another three, making it an effort to simply keep them in a defensive position, and the blade had destroyed a fourth. But at least it still clung to the ceiling — it was unlikely the mass driver would deal any significant damage to its support structure.
It had no choice; it needed to focus all its availble energy into preserving its own existence. It desperately resumed repairs to its damaged tentacles, and hoped that something had heard its distress calls, and, if it was not one of its kind, it would at least choose to focus on the hideous alien bipeds instead of it.
edited 3rd May '11 9:01:44 AM by KillerClowns
It pierced through his ears, being only a few feet away from it, but did not drive him to madness or harm him as much like how most demon screeches could. His protective silver earring that they insisted on him getting even vibrated, a strange, awful feeling that he did not care to go through again.
Cyrus wanted to kill himself if it meant that everything could just stop. That would soon be true if he lost his focus. He couldn't lose to his own prey. That's not how it works. That's not how it works.
He struggled to hold himself together, let alone aim a pistol correctly. Search for the wound... search for the wound...
The pistol cocked, followed by another crack. At close range. It must be weak to silver as well, ghost or not...
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Adam crouched and jumped up, propeling himself high enough to get a good look at the creature.It's main body consisted of a giant eye, surrounded by many tentacles. A large, pulsing mass of tendrils connected the unidentified agressor to the cieling, presumably anchoring it. But by far the most fascinating, and perhaps worrying, thing about it was the stance it had assumed.
It's curled up, minimizing its surface area. Most likely safety measure. But why? Perhaps-
"Nanites..."
He'd gained valuable information. Nanites most likely means self-regeneration. Therefore we can assume this creature has retracted to initiate self-repairs. It's injured. Vulnerable.
He landed with a crash. Rising to his feet, he conveyed, in simplest terms, his findings. "If it bleeds, we can kill it."
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialWhile everybody was occupied with fighting the beast, Mary decided to look around. She heard the roars and cracks as she went through the living room, crouching down. The fireplace was filled with ashes, and the couches were ripped apart. Everything looked familiar, like she has seen it in a movie. But she couldn't pin it down.
She stood up straight and opened the door leading to the kitchen carefully, to make sure there weren't any other spirits waiting to ambush him. She slipped through, and moved in a way the creature wouldn't see her behind it. She gripped her gun tighter. It been a long time since she had used it, and she never had aimed it at anything living or once living. It wasn't something she was looking forwards to, but...
Before she went through the door, she saw that there was another door in front of him. She looked at it curiously. A green vine was growing from the crack in the door. Maybe it was the greenhouse.
The kitchen or the greenhouse...Mary didn't know where to go.
edited 3rd May '11 12:52:12 PM by chihuahua0

Watching Mary intently as she led the way, the little girl introduced herself.
"My name's Elise. Are you okay now?"
Cyrus followed her in, keeping an eye out for any trouble and his hand near his pistol. This was a weird feeling, not being able to sense or sneak up on your enemy. Better to shoot something before getting close to it, but it wasn't like he could see or anything...
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."