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PsychoFreaX Card-Carrying Villain >:D from Transcended Humanity Since: Jan, 2010
#301: Sep 20th 2010 at 6:27:30 AM

Oh and I really had tried to have my characters interact with other peoples characters if you look at my previous posts. But between the time when my characters came back to the hotel out of the loop and the Ice Golem fight, everyone else was too preoccupied so I never had much of an opportunity. So when my characters can't interact with other characters they interact amongst themselves.

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Ettina Since: Apr, 2009
#302: Sep 20th 2010 at 8:25:58 AM

Latent... magical abilities? Violet shook her head. She was too tired to think about this now. She glanced around - the only crises now appeared to be medical ones, and she couldn't do anything about that. "I'm going to sleep, wake me up if you need me for anything." She said, and headed inside.

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Nomic Exitus Acta Probat from beyond the Void Since: Jan, 2001
Exitus Acta Probat
#303: Sep 20th 2010 at 9:53:49 AM

Phil Derby rushed outside. Being asleep, he and Howard had missed most of the sounds coming from downstairs, but a grenade exploding outside was enough to wake up anybody.

"What's going on here?", he shouted while running to the large hole in the icy ground infront of the hotel. There were some people gathered around the hole, and peering down into it, he could see some more in the bottom, including...

"Zaran!", he shouted at the figure lying in the bottom of the crater. "Are you allright? I'm coming down there!". He climbed to the bottom and picked her up.

"Oh hi Phil-as. Theres was a golem here. It's gone now. I'll tell you all about it, but first...I need to take a nap."

"It's ok. I'll take you inside to rest" he said, while attempting to lift her up. It didn't go very well.

"Damn, she's heavier than she looks. Um, any help here?"

He resolved to drag her out instead. Not as filmatic, but hey, you have to make with what you got. What exactly was the girl doing running outside wearing practically nothing? On the second thought, maybe he didn't need to know.

"I'll be right back, and then somebody's going to have to explain what's going on in here."

Changing focus character for a while. After that Zaran will have to take some time off, and having the rest of the cast sleep through everything seems a bit silly.

QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#304: Sep 20th 2010 at 10:16:16 AM

edited 20th Sep '10 12:00:52 PM by QQQQQ

DaeBrayk PI Since: Aug, 2009
PI
#305: Sep 20th 2010 at 4:47:48 PM

Magical abilities? Sure, why not. Watch closely as I make this guy disappear. Nothing in my pockets and nothing up my sleeves and poof, I just pulled your vital organs out of your chest.

"S'pose whatever's messing up the hotel will be at the end of this tunnel." he said, taking a few steps deeper, where the glow from the surface faded into cold, unforgiving blackness. "Or there's nothing there and you'll all die of exposure." His words and his receding footsteps bounced eerily across the ice walls.

"...die of exposure."

"...die of exposure."

"...die of exposure."

He ducked his head and kept walking.

edited 20th Sep '10 4:49:05 PM by DaeBrayk

QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#306: Sep 20th 2010 at 4:59:49 PM

Noriko wakes up from her slumber. She takes a gasp of the chilling air (it freezes her lungs but it's freshening), like a newborn baby entering the world for the second time. It's like a jolt of lightning went up her arse. "HHHUUHH— HUHHH—"

"Calm," Quon says, "calm."

"Who—"

The pain is still fresh in her mind like a phantom limb, and it takes much glances and feelings at herself for Noriko to be convinced that she isn't hurt.

She had been hurt though. She can picture her own guts spilling out onto the snow.. she was hit by something. Was it bullets? She thinks she can remember a loud crack a split second before the pain.

How did she wake up? How did her wounds heal? Was that also a dream, like the nightmarish room of blood? But it can't be.

Then with another gasp of air, the first words out her mouth since her death is — "Someone shot me!" (Who did me? I didn't see.. it could be that guy.. or that guy there.. or that woman, oh God)

Bouts of paranoia strike her, and she backs away from the suspects against the walls.

edited 20th Sep '10 5:03:07 PM by QQQQQ

DaeBrayk PI Since: Aug, 2009
PI
#307: Sep 20th 2010 at 5:11:24 PM

Damien whipped around at the sound of the girl's voice, one eye twitched with something between bewilderment and fear. She had been gone—past gone. She had died for christ's sake, and he knew exactly whose fault that had been. It wouldn't take the rest of them long to remember, either. His bad hand clenched unconsciously around the handle of his knife.

EldritchBlueRose The Puzzler from A Really Red Room Since: Apr, 2010
The Puzzler
#308: Sep 20th 2010 at 7:30:05 PM

I'm back, but I'm only posting this before I go to bed.

When Rainar woke up the pain felt like a dagger in his side. God I must get up. Need to leave or die. He tried to stand up, put the pain forced him to the ground. I don't want to die.

Then Rainar caught glimpse of some people nearby. Can they help? He started crawling towards them slowly, but the pain kept Rainar from discovering who they were. "Help, my side..." He labored to say. "A woman she shoved me... out a window."

Rainar's side stung so much that he knew if he didn't stop he might pass out again. However he felt like his message was more important than his life. Pointing at the group Rainar said, "Beware of the killers... a burned man and a woman... with a sniper rifle."

Rainar gasped for a breath. "She once wore this suit." Feeling accomplished he collapsed on his back and thought, My gods please save me from this agony.

Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.
PsychoFreaX Card-Carrying Villain >:D from Transcended Humanity Since: Jan, 2010
#309: Sep 20th 2010 at 10:27:53 PM

After a moments rest Brooke woke up in the woods in the snow remembering the crazy night/morning before. Knowing Ian he probably just went back to his hotel to sleep for another day. So Brooke wondered what to do next. He had agreed with Zoe and Jayde to check out more of what's going on in the hotel, so that's what he'll do and fill in on them once they get back in a week or so. First off, the mysterious sniper.

He went off to the area where his gang found Noriko's wounded body. Of course he knew the sniper had attacked from the hotel. That's where the sound came from. Just put two and two together. But the only area he could have aimed from was the west side of the hotel. floor 2 rooms 6-10, floor 3 rooms 6-10 etc. Or perhaps the rooftop.

As he went back to the hotel he looked up at the windows of the west rooms. On the second floor four of rooms had closed curtains. One showed an open curtain with a typical looking family inside. He knew that rooms 207 and 208 belonged to his own group. So he wouldn't need to check on them just yet.

Back in the hotel he could see that the people had just finished breakfast. He also noticed the zombie from before was gone. Even the blood was gone. The janitor probably cleaned it up but he still wasn't sure.

edited 20th Sep '10 10:33:08 PM by PsychoFreaX

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#310: Sep 20th 2010 at 10:45:47 PM

(OOC: An underlying concern I have about this is the stagnating plot momentum — losing that excitement and desire to make things happen. It occurs when we've branched off and run into a dead end corner in opportunities, when we can't bring ourselves to write more. Oftentimes, I find it attributed to derailment; — where we asspull things in less than graceful development, rather than letting things evolve and bloom naturally. To be honest, it saddens me to see these stories abandoned for such the reason.

Of course, this is a thread for character development. But without the stimulus to provoke the response, characters are nothing more than imaginary friends, waiting in imagination. I say, let this thread be an exercise in plot/story writing also. Do not be afraid to express yourself outwards. Make things happen, and you can change the course of the river instead of merely reacting to the current. Vice versa, the plot is able to change them within also, like the eroding rocks in the way  *

.

With my rant nearing its end, I believe I will do an Order 66 to streamline things a little and get the spark back in the fire.)


Noticing the untruthful man strutting away down the depths of the cavern, Quon raises her rifle — looking for a clear shot past the others. Aiming by the shoulder, when she is sure she has her mark, she pulls the trigger.

The bullet blows through the man square in the back, making a grotesque mess of his innards, and his chest explodes in an exit wound.

The deafening echo is enough to start a violent avalanche of the ice cavern — the stalactite icicles shake and fall, and the snow walls and ceiling tumble over, crashing atop our humble protagonists in a cave in, O my brothers and only friends..!

Quon and Noriko are buried beneath the layers of chilling snow. They struggle to move their arms and legs, swim up to the surface, but it feels like sinking down deeper in quicksand with every ounce of their struggles..

nnnnnnnn

If only they can scream out to anyone outside for help.. but their mouths and voices are smothered beneath, and they could no more say anything than a newborn could sing the 'La Marseillaise.'

edited 20th Sep '10 10:49:14 PM by QQQQQ

DaeBrayk PI Since: Aug, 2009
PI
#311: Sep 21st 2010 at 5:42:03 AM

Damien didn't have time to die poetically. He glanced down, surprised to find that for once he was covered in his own innards, and died. His corpse was lost in the ensuing collapse. He went to any hell you please—Damien was a sinner in every religion.

EldritchBlueRose The Puzzler from A Really Red Room Since: Apr, 2010
The Puzzler
#312: Sep 21st 2010 at 7:43:07 AM

Yeah it was kind of bothersome that we were just thrown into the action without talking a bit first. Personally I wanted to talk a little bit about Rainar to show how human he is, rather than have him run around like some two dimensional character. Oh well, back to the story. wink

As ice fell on Rainar he started to remember about his life before he came here. He left his home on a quest to return the Hand of Bieres, an artifact from old lost long ago, in order to bring honor to his clan and serve as a transition into adulthood. However, during the past five years Rainar was lost in the stormy wilderness before found a marker pointing him towards the hotel. For five years Rainar left he felt a longing for home.

His ancestors built their clanhold among icy mountains which looked like diamonds in the sunlight. They carved passages threading deep into the mountain leaving room for Rainar's clan to live, work, and carve their history into the walls. Yet still they dug deeper towards their ancient home under the earth. It was there they would find strong metals that they could fashion into stronger arms and armor.

There were tales on occasion when a miner would be trapped in a cave-in and be able to dig themselves out. The Dvargar called it "The Second Roll", because when it seemed like a stone that had stopped rolling had been put into motion again. If these tales were to be believed the miners forgot about their pain and the rocks crushing them, but left them feeling extremely cold.

Rainar felt like he was about to freeze, but he felt like that might be due to him being buried under the ice. You must not give up Rainar, he thought. You still have a duty to your clan to fulfill and a duty to Morda. Then Rainar knew what he must do.

Rainar spat at the ceiling of his recess of ice, and felt it hit him on the face. Rainar smiled and started digging.

You guys can pronounce "Dvargar" as Duh-VARG-AHR or Due-VARG-AHR... Or you can just not pronounce it out loud. I just felt like adding it so you guys would know how to pronounce it rather than leaving you completely clueless.

EDIT: Wall of Text strikes again... [lol]

edited 21st Sep '10 7:44:15 AM by EldritchBlueRose

Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.
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#313: Sep 21st 2010 at 9:52:08 AM

Sassello looks ownwards grimly. Many dead, many more dying. Feeling a flash of hot, stabbing rage, he lashes out at Violet.

"You happy now?! Innocent people, dead! Dead because of you!"

She turns her back to him, her tone calm. "And what if they are? It osn't my problem. It was their time, that's all."

She pauses. Hearing no response, she continues.

"You seem to be forgetting Sassello. Has the wind clouded it's scent? They reeked of death. Could you honestly not smell it? Or have you chosen to ignore it? We are amongst those most familiar with death. We can tell when it's someone's time. Whether it be by our hand or not, when death comes knocking, it can't be denied."

"What the hell does that mean? You could've at least tried! You of all people!"

She flinched at this biting rebuttal, her eyes darkening. "I cannot save. Only destroy. That is all I know."

She casts one backwards look to the collapse. "Come back to the hotel when you've had a breath. You're pretty banged up."

edited 21st Sep '10 9:55:56 AM by KSPAM

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#314: Sep 21st 2010 at 10:27:09 AM

There was a time once, where under the tropical evening, Noriko had let her friends bury her entirely under the coarse sand, save for her nose so she could breathe. She was mummified; the sand bound her limbs against the ground and she would be forever paralysed on her own.

Back then, they left her buried alone as a prank that soon became a one hour torment when they left for dinner conveniently 'forgetting' she was there. She couldn't scream, lest the sand get down her throat and choke her. All the passerbys could make of her was her nose poking out like a shark fin in the ocean. (She'd sworn some little punk-ass was tickling it with a pebble.)

It felt like she was drowning.

An inner rage bursts out her heart and now Noriko is driven by this supernatural anger as she defies Mother Nature and her goddamned physics.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her hand breaks the layer of piled snow, feeling the outside wind cut on her bare skin. It gropes around, anything to hold onto. Nothing.

Her heart makes frenetic beats — ohgodhogodgodithurtshurtsHURTS, and if there is an ounce more strain upon it it will explode like a popped zit and the blood is going to melt out—

With her other hand, Noriko grasps around the arm of someone — she is blind, she doesn't know who it is. But who fucking cares, she's going to make it out, she's going to live.

And she erupts the surface like a volcano, half-insane from the adrenalin, and she has (someone) in tow.

After this burst, Noriko collapses, lying perfectly still, except for her chest heaving. The only sound she makes is her loud, disoriented breathing as she sucks for air.

edited 21st Sep '10 10:39:14 AM by QQQQQ

DaeBrayk PI Since: Aug, 2009
PI
#315: Sep 21st 2010 at 10:57:57 AM

Damien had never been a particularily good henchman. He asked questions, made messes, and couldn't do the most innoccent of tasks without calling attention to himself. Still, he had been loyal, he had tried, and his boss had grown somewhat attatched to him. His boss had also been, coincidentally, a batshit-insane robotocist. That is why, when Damien's pulse stopped, a tiny signal beeped out from somewhere in his left forearm. That is why a preprogrammed metal box stepped off its shelf and into the world. Across the city. Across the snow. It was coming for him. Damien Trikowski Sound ok? didn't have permission to die.

PsychoFreaX Card-Carrying Villain >:D from Transcended Humanity Since: Jan, 2010
#316: Sep 21st 2010 at 11:00:49 AM

Damien's dead? sad T-T and I was just coming up with good ideas to interact with him oh well crap happens

Well the case of the mysterious sniper is sorted out Brooke thought. The culprits were Damien and Marissa which Brooke SOMEHOW logically deducted. He had also finished eating lunch early at the restaurant time's just moving fast for convenience sake ok? after scanning if it's poisonous also of course(good thing it's not). The janitor may have cleaned the zombie up so he wouldn't focus too much on that for now.

So instead he went out to see what he heard before. Like the ice cavern from before had collapsed. And yes that's what happened. Also it appeared that Damien the sniper from this morning had died and Noriko had somehow broken out of the rubble. He wanted to know what was going on so he got close, but not too close for him to be noticed.

edited 21st Sep '10 11:26:35 AM by PsychoFreaX

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#317: Sep 21st 2010 at 11:14:23 AM

^^ Ja!
^ — Somehow logically deducted? [lol]

When she feels the cold brush her cheeks, Quon opens her eyes to see the godly light of the hotel lampposts. She has made it out.

She had felt the yank of thousand-fold will on her arm, pulling her up. It seemed like it was going to give out the joints.

Quon notices her rifle is lost. She looks around, at the oblivion-hole where she came from, but it is dark there.

Beside, she sees Noriko, sprawled on the snow, her chest heaving and her lungs frenetic to breathe. She thought she was more than what she is. Dear.

Then, struggling to get a foothold on the uneven snow, Quon remembers that there are others beneath who may not have been so fortunate, and thus decides to search and see if she can help anyone else up.

edited 21st Sep '10 11:17:36 AM by QQQQQ

PsychoFreaX Card-Carrying Villain >:D from Transcended Humanity Since: Jan, 2010
#318: Sep 21st 2010 at 11:19:51 AM

"Somehow logically deducted?" I don't know, he found the room with the broken doorknob, the weaponry and some untold breadcrumbs?

Oh why does my character have to be so shy right now?

edited 21st Sep '10 11:43:16 AM by PsychoFreaX

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EldritchBlueRose The Puzzler from A Really Red Room Since: Apr, 2010
The Puzzler
#319: Sep 21st 2010 at 11:59:42 AM

I have a question. Does anybody see weird messages below the side ad? Mine says, "Oh, good. Eldritch Blue Rose is about to settle this thing." Is there some reason for this? It is starting to creep me out.

Digging through the ice was rather slow for Rainar, especially without his axes and crampons to keep himself from slipping on the ice. Climbing straight up did not help him get out, because whenever he climbed he fell back down his tunnel again. Determined, Rainar decided to move up at an angle so he could make better handholds and footholds.

Rainar felt uncertain how long he was buried, but the entire time he was thinking about Morda. How did that monster attack Morda? he thought. She should not have gone to my room to give me dinner. I did not want dinner, and now I must spend the rest of my life remembering how she died in my arms.

Suddenly Rainar's left arm breached through a chunk of ice. Feeling around he felt a lump nearby. Rainar was not certain whether it was just another piece of ice or someone's body. All he knew was that he was stuck, so Rainar flailed his arm around the lump.

I figure this could potentially be funny if you guys want it to be. tongue

edited 21st Sep '10 12:00:38 PM by EldritchBlueRose

Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.
QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#320: Sep 21st 2010 at 12:31:12 PM

Yiee! The flailing arm is molesting Quon's privates and making her feel ticklishly funny inside. She had been bending over at the edge of the crevasse when all of a sudden.. oogh.

"Stop— owiee—" Quon goes, as she tuffs away the offending arm, when she realizes that it must be someone trapped under. So, grabbing on the arm (and giving it a slap for good measure), Quon pulls the arm up, and up Rainar goes from the snow!

She brings him down onto the stable ground, just behind her, where she offers a scowl on her curvy brows. In the words of Dr. Itsuki, what a pisser.

Those weird messages on the side? I think they've always been here — whimsical pickings courtesy of Fast Eddie.

edited 21st Sep '10 12:37:52 PM by QQQQQ

DaeBrayk PI Since: Aug, 2009
PI
#321: Sep 21st 2010 at 1:21:31 PM

Oh, Damien's coming back. That's what the weird post-mortem post was about. I can't write that bit now, though. Time hasn't gotten far enough yet. Suppose the characters could sleep another night in the hotel?

Unseen, a nondescrip metal box burrowed into the ice. It made a beeline for the largest, stillest form. The one to which it was drawn. It melted a new cavern into the ice, just big enough for itself and its cold, fleshy subject, and it went to work. The human was broken, but the cold had kept it fresh. It could still be repaired.

We can rebuild him. We have the technology! =P

edited 21st Sep '10 1:25:34 PM by DaeBrayk

EldritchBlueRose The Puzzler from A Really Red Room Since: Apr, 2010
The Puzzler
#322: Sep 21st 2010 at 2:34:06 PM

@ Tropers/QQQQQ is oogh what I think it is?

Looking up at his rescuer and then looking down at his wet or at least I assume it is wet fingers. Seeing her frown Rainar said, "Uhhh... Sorry for you know..." he points between her legs. "I didn't know what was above me. For all I knew I had more ice to dig through."

Rainar looked down at his feet in shame, "My name is Rainar. I am twice in your debt. The first is for helping me out of the ice, and the second one is for the..." He paused feeling embarrassed over what he's done. "...pleasure I gave you by accident."

Rainar raised his hand that was not wet for his rescuer to shake, fully expecting her not to. He knew that masturbating a woman when she didn't want it was an ill thing to do. Rainar knew that from his sister.

Sorry guys I have to go, see you tomorrow evening. sad

Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.
Morgulion An accurate depiction from Cornholes Since: May, 2009
An accurate depiction
#323: Sep 21st 2010 at 3:06:14 PM

Itou, who had the killer's instinct to know that something was wrong, and she was far enough from the collapsing ice not to be buried. Now, she pulled herself up from the cold floor, rubbing her back. Metal close to bone was not a thing that froze well.

SO, it looked like most of them were alive. Oh well. She did not particularly care one way or the other. someone probably died, those two magical girls, if that, were alive. No difference in her idleness.

Itou walks onto the place where everything collapsed, tapping across the tightly-packed snow. At one point, her foot sinks deep, the coldness spreading over the cuff of her boot before falling away. Nothing, and that pleased her. There were far too many unexpected things happening.

This is this.
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#324: Sep 21st 2010 at 3:49:18 PM

Hoisting himself up, Sassello clamps his hand over his bleeding shoulder. He found that the warmth of the blood was both alarming and soothing. Approaching Itou solemnly, he lowered his head.

"I'm quite sorry. If I had been uninjured, had I been prepared, Violet wouldn't have stepped in. And this wouldn't have happened. If anyone's to blame here, it's me."

Hardening his heart and suffocating his emotions, Sassello focuses. "I still don't know the details. What happened here? How many dead and how?"

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Morgulion An accurate depiction from Cornholes Since: May, 2009
An accurate depiction
#325: Sep 21st 2010 at 3:58:23 PM

Itou shrugs. "It is neither my place to guess nor to know. We'll see who can dig themselves out. The rest will die. There's nothing you can do anymore save avoiding these collapsed places. That's all."

She looks back at this strange man, who now approaches her without nay fault of his own. "I don't care what happened here. If you want to apologize, go to those more easily hurt by the sight of death. You did nothing wrong in my eyes."

This is this.

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