Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 1 - The Abandoned Base)
02-07-2010, 03:05 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
What in the world have you gotten yourself into, Clara? The nun embraced the nymph, wondering how on she was going to maintain this facade, and worrying that the poor girl might just be too unstable to leave alive. She smiled, warm as ever, and released Aph.
"Come on, we should get somewhere safer. I'd hate to see anything happen to you."
She shot a glance at Trickster, motioning with her eyes that he should go the other way before Aph remembered he was here, then led her new partner back to the courtyard.
---
Larus held the hand of the vaguely-disconcerting little girl as they walked back to the courtyard; he wasn't really sure why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He felt like he wanted to please Clara, which was a bit weird for him. He mentally shrugged and stopped musing on it, since they were in a building filled with lethal traps. He was paying so much attention to the floor and walls that he didn't hear the scraping and banging until he opened the door to the courtyard.
---
Sister Clara, starting to calm down after the excitement of nearly being hacked to bits by a mad pink woman, noticed a prickle in her hand and looked down. Black necromantic energy was arcing between her fingers. She pursed her lips and stopped.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"I... Hmm... When you shocked me back there, was that some sort of naturally-generated electricity, or was it magical?"
"Magic, I think. Why?"
Clara didn't answer for a moment. She wondered if the nymph's brand of wild magic had somehow been partially-deflected by one of Clara's abjurations and traced back along to an old spell. Mixing different types of magics always had odd effects, and the nun was beginning to notice she was gradually losing energy. Not really enough to make a difference at the rate it was going, but some.
"I'm... I'm not sure."
---
This grey guy didn't look so tough, but he wasn't a wrinkled old lady or a silly pink girl. D'Neya was pondering whether she should try to "befriend" him or kill him quickly as they walked back to the courtyard; he probably wasn't as powerful as a firey demon thing or whatever that guy with the awful clothes was, or some sort of fisty knight. Probably best to pretend to be his friend for now. The sprite did hear the odd noises coming from the courtyard as they approached, but didn't really think anything of them They were just weird noises!
The ratty-looking grey guy pushed open the doors. Looked like he was having to push pretty hard, and he was scowling a little, apparently confused. He shoved it open and there was a thump. D'Neya skipped out in front of him, and saw most of a corpse laying on its back on the ground. Had it been propped up against the door?
---
Aph was distressed: Clara was clearly worried or confused about something, and it seemed like it had something to do with her! What if she'd somehow damaged her love in that heated moment? She just couldn't bear the thought! As she watched, a small black lightning bolt sprang from Clara's left index finger and grounded on the wall, leaving a small scorch mark and the smell of sulphur. That... Didn't seem promising.
Something seemed to occur to the woman, judging from the expression that flashed across her face before it settled back to its usual amiable countenance.
"Come on, dear, we should hurry."
Aph glided quickly after Clara, who was now moving as fast as it was possible to while still being described as a walk. She became increasingly worried as her beloved's hand arced more and more often, filling the halls with a smell that was increasingly... corpsey.
---
Larus moved out after the girl, and saw her staring at a corpse. Must have been blocking the door. Weird. His head whipped around as he caught some movement on the ground out of the corner of his eye. A severed hand with only three remaining fingers was dragging its way across the ground towards him. He stepped on it, making his leg dense and heavy, and looked up.
All around him and the girl, corpses were rising off the ground, loose limbs and scattered intestines writhing and crawling across the stone. His lips curled back as what appeared to be a disembodied bicep or something like that oozed across the ground like a slug. He pulled D'Neya close, stopping her from continuing to poke the nearby corpse's face.
There was a click behind them. He turned around to see what amounted to about two thirds of a person pushing the door shut, bloody rictus of a face staring at them.
What in the world have you gotten yourself into, Clara? The nun embraced the nymph, wondering how on she was going to maintain this facade, and worrying that the poor girl might just be too unstable to leave alive. She smiled, warm as ever, and released Aph.
"Come on, we should get somewhere safer. I'd hate to see anything happen to you."
She shot a glance at Trickster, motioning with her eyes that he should go the other way before Aph remembered he was here, then led her new partner back to the courtyard.
---
Larus held the hand of the vaguely-disconcerting little girl as they walked back to the courtyard; he wasn't really sure why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He felt like he wanted to please Clara, which was a bit weird for him. He mentally shrugged and stopped musing on it, since they were in a building filled with lethal traps. He was paying so much attention to the floor and walls that he didn't hear the scraping and banging until he opened the door to the courtyard.
---
Sister Clara, starting to calm down after the excitement of nearly being hacked to bits by a mad pink woman, noticed a prickle in her hand and looked down. Black necromantic energy was arcing between her fingers. She pursed her lips and stopped.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"I... Hmm... When you shocked me back there, was that some sort of naturally-generated electricity, or was it magical?"
"Magic, I think. Why?"
Clara didn't answer for a moment. She wondered if the nymph's brand of wild magic had somehow been partially-deflected by one of Clara's abjurations and traced back along to an old spell. Mixing different types of magics always had odd effects, and the nun was beginning to notice she was gradually losing energy. Not really enough to make a difference at the rate it was going, but some.
"I'm... I'm not sure."
---
This grey guy didn't look so tough, but he wasn't a wrinkled old lady or a silly pink girl. D'Neya was pondering whether she should try to "befriend" him or kill him quickly as they walked back to the courtyard; he probably wasn't as powerful as a firey demon thing or whatever that guy with the awful clothes was, or some sort of fisty knight. Probably best to pretend to be his friend for now. The sprite did hear the odd noises coming from the courtyard as they approached, but didn't really think anything of them They were just weird noises!
The ratty-looking grey guy pushed open the doors. Looked like he was having to push pretty hard, and he was scowling a little, apparently confused. He shoved it open and there was a thump. D'Neya skipped out in front of him, and saw most of a corpse laying on its back on the ground. Had it been propped up against the door?
---
Aph was distressed: Clara was clearly worried or confused about something, and it seemed like it had something to do with her! What if she'd somehow damaged her love in that heated moment? She just couldn't bear the thought! As she watched, a small black lightning bolt sprang from Clara's left index finger and grounded on the wall, leaving a small scorch mark and the smell of sulphur. That... Didn't seem promising.
Something seemed to occur to the woman, judging from the expression that flashed across her face before it settled back to its usual amiable countenance.
"Come on, dear, we should hurry."
Aph glided quickly after Clara, who was now moving as fast as it was possible to while still being described as a walk. She became increasingly worried as her beloved's hand arced more and more often, filling the halls with a smell that was increasingly... corpsey.
---
Larus moved out after the girl, and saw her staring at a corpse. Must have been blocking the door. Weird. His head whipped around as he caught some movement on the ground out of the corner of his eye. A severed hand with only three remaining fingers was dragging its way across the ground towards him. He stepped on it, making his leg dense and heavy, and looked up.
All around him and the girl, corpses were rising off the ground, loose limbs and scattered intestines writhing and crawling across the stone. His lips curled back as what appeared to be a disembodied bicep or something like that oozed across the ground like a slug. He pulled D'Neya close, stopping her from continuing to poke the nearby corpse's face.
There was a click behind them. He turned around to see what amounted to about two thirds of a person pushing the door shut, bloody rictus of a face staring at them.