Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Two: Witch's Haunt]
01-30-2011, 02:39 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
The two stood in tense silence for a moment. Eureka thought about how that was the fastest she had ever said the words ‘I believe you.’ Unironically, even.
But that wasn’t the problem right now. Right now, the problem was that she just might get killed. Man, she always just might get killed.
She hesitated before whispering, “Did you hear—“
Syvex quickly shushed her as he moved slowly to the door. Eureka found herself moving with him and so they ended up with their ears (…though Syvex doesn’t have any) to the door, listening for any movement.
The door felt cool on her cheek and suddenly, she thought that it was probably likely, being the fancy-pants train that it was, that the doors were too thick to hear anything. Before she could say anything, though, she was proven quite wrong by what was unmistakably the sound of a door slamming open nearby. Both lurched backwards from the door, Eureka already muffling some curse, Syvex almost starting. “Shhhhhhhhhyyyweeee need to go somewhere,” he hissed.
“Oh gee. Would you like the closet, or rather hide under the bed?”
Syvex appeared to be having a small panic dance, jerking to the door, then to a small dark corner, then back to the door. In the meantime, it sounded as though another door had been forcibly opened. “Gah!” he almost shouted out with frustration before he wrenched the drapes open again and winced at the light.
Eureka got his idea immediately. “Hang on,” she said, and pulled down the bed in a way that was probably a bit too swift and not exactly quiet enough. Luckily, it seemed that all the door-slamming out there had attracted some security robot things and there were sounds of a scuffle outside. “You think you could climb outside by yourself?” she suddenly shot out to Syvex, who was busy nursing a huge headache right now.
“I...might," he stuttered.
“Okay then.” Eureka pulled a large sheet from the bed and, with a flick, it tied itself tightly around Syvex’s waist. If he even had one. The quilt was knotted with the sheet until Eureka was sure that it wouldn’t untie itself, and then was tied around her own waist. “…This seems like an incredibly stupid idea, actually.”
“A little,” Syvex agreed, though he had to say, he didn’t place a lot of confidence in his arms if he had to climb about in direct sunlight.
Someone was trying the door. “Okay, okay, quickly,” Eureka hissed and opened the window. Syvex almost backed away instinctively, but as the woman deftly pulled herself through it and up, he pulled himself closer as well. Right in front of the window, the shadow snake glanced back and saw that there was a sandy blade trying to cut around the knob. He was already feeling nauseous. But this was probably better than some other options he could think of. And he scrabbled on the top of the window ledge and pulled himself up and dear god that's bright but that's okay he didn't have to see to move up, now did he. His tail was finally clear of the window and he started scrabbling upwards. The bedsheets tugged at his waist and he though, yeah, yeah, be patient, I'm coming.
Eureka grunted on top of the train as she pulled the makeshift rope taut. And it took her a second to realize she could probably make it do the pulling for her. And it took another second for Syvex to get on top of the car. The shadow snake felt that he had probably shaved quite a bit of paint off the train as he was suddenly carried up to the top and he breathed out, "Warn me when you do that." Eureka didn't seem to hear, but if she had, she might have felt a little smug.
Eureka then crouched low onto the car, trying not to face forward lest the wind blow her eyes away. She glanced at Syvex instead, who seemed to be rather miserable, but he seemed able to move on his own. “Right,” she said, and realizing that her words were probably being drowned out by the wind, repeated, a bit louder, “Right! The next car isn’t too far ahead! We can make it!”
Either Syvex could hear or he just got the general gist of the message and he nodded grimly, clutching onto the bedsheet rope with one pair of arms while digging the rest of his claws into the top of the train.
Eureka squinted her eyes as she glanced forward. Maybe it was just her, but was the train going faster…?
And in the car below them, Tamerlane stared into the room. Several metal drones littered the hallway, sputtering or sparking or anything-ing as they shut down.
He continued staring. He was pretty damn sure he heard something in here before the sudden ambush by these weak drones, but apparently, there was nobody inside. But there was still something…ah, yes.
The window. The open window.
He strode in and was halfway climbing out when he realized that, goddamn, the train was certainly speedy. All this wind outside wasn’t going to be good for his sand. So...what could he do?
He stared at the ceiling thoughtfully before suddenly thrusting up a sharp sand spear through it. Maybe he imagined it, but he thought he heard a rather startled squawk above him. That was a rather encouraging sound.
And in an entirely different car, a small mimic panicked.
Oh dear oh dear no shell she had no shell she was going to die die die die
Hm. It didn’t quite look like she had much to worry about. She already had a shell.
Not sure how that happened though. But at least she had one.
Miq allowed herself a little grin as her new suitcase form. Righto. It didn’t look like there were other weird Mother ghost things around here, but couldn’t be too careful. She didn’t quite want to encounter another Mother again. Perhaps it was best to stay put.
A man went to grab something from his suitcase, saw the sharp teeth, and quickly thought better of it. He slowly moved out of the room backwards.
See? Good and safe. That’s what she was. In here, that is.
The two stood in tense silence for a moment. Eureka thought about how that was the fastest she had ever said the words ‘I believe you.’ Unironically, even.
But that wasn’t the problem right now. Right now, the problem was that she just might get killed. Man, she always just might get killed.
She hesitated before whispering, “Did you hear—“
Syvex quickly shushed her as he moved slowly to the door. Eureka found herself moving with him and so they ended up with their ears (…though Syvex doesn’t have any) to the door, listening for any movement.
The door felt cool on her cheek and suddenly, she thought that it was probably likely, being the fancy-pants train that it was, that the doors were too thick to hear anything. Before she could say anything, though, she was proven quite wrong by what was unmistakably the sound of a door slamming open nearby. Both lurched backwards from the door, Eureka already muffling some curse, Syvex almost starting. “Shhhhhhhhhyyyweeee need to go somewhere,” he hissed.
“Oh gee. Would you like the closet, or rather hide under the bed?”
Syvex appeared to be having a small panic dance, jerking to the door, then to a small dark corner, then back to the door. In the meantime, it sounded as though another door had been forcibly opened. “Gah!” he almost shouted out with frustration before he wrenched the drapes open again and winced at the light.
Eureka got his idea immediately. “Hang on,” she said, and pulled down the bed in a way that was probably a bit too swift and not exactly quiet enough. Luckily, it seemed that all the door-slamming out there had attracted some security robot things and there were sounds of a scuffle outside. “You think you could climb outside by yourself?” she suddenly shot out to Syvex, who was busy nursing a huge headache right now.
“I...might," he stuttered.
“Okay then.” Eureka pulled a large sheet from the bed and, with a flick, it tied itself tightly around Syvex’s waist. If he even had one. The quilt was knotted with the sheet until Eureka was sure that it wouldn’t untie itself, and then was tied around her own waist. “…This seems like an incredibly stupid idea, actually.”
“A little,” Syvex agreed, though he had to say, he didn’t place a lot of confidence in his arms if he had to climb about in direct sunlight.
Someone was trying the door. “Okay, okay, quickly,” Eureka hissed and opened the window. Syvex almost backed away instinctively, but as the woman deftly pulled herself through it and up, he pulled himself closer as well. Right in front of the window, the shadow snake glanced back and saw that there was a sandy blade trying to cut around the knob. He was already feeling nauseous. But this was probably better than some other options he could think of. And he scrabbled on the top of the window ledge and pulled himself up and dear god that's bright but that's okay he didn't have to see to move up, now did he. His tail was finally clear of the window and he started scrabbling upwards. The bedsheets tugged at his waist and he though, yeah, yeah, be patient, I'm coming.
Eureka grunted on top of the train as she pulled the makeshift rope taut. And it took her a second to realize she could probably make it do the pulling for her. And it took another second for Syvex to get on top of the car. The shadow snake felt that he had probably shaved quite a bit of paint off the train as he was suddenly carried up to the top and he breathed out, "Warn me when you do that." Eureka didn't seem to hear, but if she had, she might have felt a little smug.
Eureka then crouched low onto the car, trying not to face forward lest the wind blow her eyes away. She glanced at Syvex instead, who seemed to be rather miserable, but he seemed able to move on his own. “Right,” she said, and realizing that her words were probably being drowned out by the wind, repeated, a bit louder, “Right! The next car isn’t too far ahead! We can make it!”
Either Syvex could hear or he just got the general gist of the message and he nodded grimly, clutching onto the bedsheet rope with one pair of arms while digging the rest of his claws into the top of the train.
Eureka squinted her eyes as she glanced forward. Maybe it was just her, but was the train going faster…?
And in the car below them, Tamerlane stared into the room. Several metal drones littered the hallway, sputtering or sparking or anything-ing as they shut down.
He continued staring. He was pretty damn sure he heard something in here before the sudden ambush by these weak drones, but apparently, there was nobody inside. But there was still something…ah, yes.
The window. The open window.
He strode in and was halfway climbing out when he realized that, goddamn, the train was certainly speedy. All this wind outside wasn’t going to be good for his sand. So...what could he do?
He stared at the ceiling thoughtfully before suddenly thrusting up a sharp sand spear through it. Maybe he imagined it, but he thought he heard a rather startled squawk above him. That was a rather encouraging sound.
And in an entirely different car, a small mimic panicked.
Oh dear oh dear no shell she had no shell she was going to die die die die
Hm. It didn’t quite look like she had much to worry about. She already had a shell.
Not sure how that happened though. But at least she had one.
Miq allowed herself a little grin as her new suitcase form. Righto. It didn’t look like there were other weird Mother ghost things around here, but couldn’t be too careful. She didn’t quite want to encounter another Mother again. Perhaps it was best to stay put.
A man went to grab something from his suitcase, saw the sharp teeth, and quickly thought better of it. He slowly moved out of the room backwards.
See? Good and safe. That’s what she was. In here, that is.