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Post by Xemmy on May 11, 2015 10:05:41 GMT
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The smell of blood really gets the last bit of energy out of the reptilian heartless. It thrashes its tail harder as it tries to drag itself closer. Digging its claws into the ground and pulling its lifeless legs.
It's still a bit angry over the illusions, and sniffs at the air like a scavenger. If there was more to its mind than primal instinct, it would have been more than pleased with wounding one of the keybladers. Makes it easier to take the boy out. Make him into lunch.
There was something more sick and twisted with these heartless than the usual. Why were they so ruthless anyways? It was almost like they were after more than just hearts. They actually seemed to eat and crave more than just hearts. It must come with the territory.
Lack of light doesn't necessarily slow either of them. After all they live in such conditions.
Though the one on the ground roars out of frustration. Sure could see in the dark, but the quick change in lighting left it temporarily blind. So of course, it starts making more noise and wiggling about more.
The walker stumbled backwards from the impact of Mikhail's attacks. It's a good start on fighting it. However, he's a fast learner. Soon parrying attacks as well as throwing them.
The light comes back for a split second, flashing brightly. The walker continues to attack even with this. Its lack of eyes seems to stop it from getting too disoriented by the lighting. After one or two more hits the light comes back. Dimmer than before, but stable. For now.
The red light is the only other light source around that doesn't seem like it's going to randomly go out again. This could mean that either the bulb is still relatively good. Or it's running on emergency power.
Most exit/entrance lights run on emergency power, so maybe just maybe, there's a door or gate near it.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 11, 2015 22:27:42 GMT
In the darkness Emilio nearly panicked. He was an illusionist. One who shifted colors and light. His powers were completely useless in the dark. But then he noticed the very small light of the red lamp over near the building for the first time. The adrenaline was too much for him to notice the real pain in his back, as he thought of what to do next.
He could hear the monster continue to thrash, even in the darkness. Moving slowly he reached back for his staff. As the darkness had broken his illusion, once the light had flickered back on he was in complete sight, however it only flickered and while the light left Emilio temporarily disoriented, once he gained his focus back again he expanded his staff and took off into the air. As high as he could think to go without the possibility of killing himself upon impact with the ground.
Once the light flickered back on and his eyes adjusted to the dimness he shifted his position to be right above the thrashing monster. He was probably crazy for trying this out, as he'd never done it before, but he figured that the force of him falling and the weight of his Keyblade would be enough to do some serious damage. Quickly shrinking his staff and putting it into his sweatshirt pocket, Emilio put both his hands onto the hilt of No Name and began to fall down towards his target.
With another yell he landed on the heartless at the end of his fall, with his key blade stabbing downward like a knife. His own eyes open wide from the excitement.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 12, 2015 3:57:54 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Mikhail followed through with his swing, even though the spotlight had gone out. It hit the Walker hard: stumbling backwards, it let out a bone-chilling groan. Pushing forward in the dim red light, Mikhail attacked with a string of rapid strokes, cutting into the beasts sides and shoulders one or twice. CLANG. Oathkeeper hummed as Mikhail recovered from the force fo the Walker's return blow. Soon, unexpectedly, the fight shifted into a game of attacks and counterattacks. Suddenly, everything washed out, turned to black and white. The spotlight flickered on and off: the brightness and briefness of it was almost enough to hurt your eyes. Screw up your vision. Mikhail blinked rapidly, trying to get his eyes to re-adjust after that flash of light. THUD. The Walker's metal arm smashed into Oathkeeper, knocking it to one side. With surprising speed, it thrust the twisted bar towards him: Mikhail winced as the rusted metal bar scraped across his ribs. Why was this damnable thing so strong? Ducking another blow, Mikhail swung his keyblade in a wide arc and struck the corpse-like creature to the ground just as the light came back on. Panting, coughing a little on the creatures' thick stench, Mikhail stared down at its' motionless body for a second. Then, a loud yell made him turn his head. Emilio. Falling, using his momentum, speed, the pull of gravity to strengthen his stroke. Mikhail couldn't help it. A faint grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. Raising Oathkeeper, Mikhail charged forward. A spray of grit pelted him as the monster flailed on the ground. Running in an arc to avoid the wildly thrashing tail, Mikhail got as close as he could. Then, he drove Oathkeeper in deep, just in front of the creature's thigh. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Xemmy on May 13, 2015 5:56:28 GMT
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The walker's downfall was its overconfidence. After landing that one hit on Mikhail it continued to fight on more spastically. It was practically dead when it had hit the ground, but the last blow took all the air out of its lungs, as well as the life out of it.
Emilio's falling strike almost completely did the lizard in. It could barely move afterwards. It couldn't thrash even if it tried. However it didn't stay in this pathetic state for more than a few seconds.
Mikhail's attack ended it. The heartless let out its dying screech before falling still. It was really more of a high pitched squeak, followed by a low gurgling.
Its tail twitched slightly as its body went cold.
Now that it was taken out the smell was even worse than it was before. That joined with the dead walker's smell made breathing in that spot almost unbearable.
The skittering sound could be heard again, as golden eyes appeared in the trees. They were back. Curious little heartless were poking their heads out. Sniffing at the air and getting a good look at what all had gone down.
With the reptilian they were scared of dead, they didn't seem to have much left to fear. It would only be a matter of time for the little shadows to get back their full confidence. Coming out of the trees, and possibly attacking in a hoard.
Now would be the best time to move out of this area. The red light blinked, as if to beckon you both to it.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 13, 2015 9:26:38 GMT
 The monsters were dead... They were finally dead. He panted as the adrenaline in his body began to subside. And as the adrenaline vanished, he could feel the pain in his back begin to rise. Standing beside where the monster was fading away, Emilio winced and fell to his knees. Not only did the pain in his back begin to sting, he was sure that the smell had just gotten much worse. Great, what a beautiful situation. Now that he'd actually defeated the stupid thing he was bleeding on his back and he could feel the hot liquid stick to his sweatshirt. He really REALLY didn't want to use one of his potions. That would seem rather wasteful to need right at the beginning of the mission itself. He could hear the other heartless get braver though. Now that the big ones were dead. They would want to come in and take over the battle. Well Milo really didn't want to have to deal with a hoard of smaller ones. That would just be a pain. With a gasp and his hand over his nose and mouth to keep out the smell, Emilio stood up again and allowed his Keyblade to vanish. Then he pulled out his staff and it grew in his hand and he used it to lift himself off the ground. He quickly floated over to Mikhail. Without even a please, Emilio lowered himself behind the princely kid and wrapped his arms around his waist, under his arms before they were both picked up by the staff's powers. Emilio winced and hissed in slight pain as he flew them both toward the red light as quickly as possible. Emilio lowered the pretty boy to the ground gently but then fell to the ground himself. Wow. this was not going to work. Damn... He really hated to use one of his potions so early in the mission. But what other choice did he have? Groaning he pulled out a hi-potion, popped the top off and downed the whole thing, hoping Mikhail was currently looking for a way inside. But he really didn't have to ask, for the door was quite obvious. It looked almost like a large garage door that would fold into the building with the help of some kind of pulley. He found it quickly though. Putting his empty bottle into his bag again he walked over to the pulley. Before doing anything he glanced over at where they had come from. They didn't have much time before the hoard of Heartless got hungry. He was not in the mood to become one of them. Not in the least. He attempted to turn the wheel that would help pull the garage door up, but was unable to do it by himself. Damn... What a pain. "Mikki-boy, if you are free, could you come assist me in the opening of this stupid door?" He asked, kicking the solid wall in a strange frustration. This was not normal for him. This whole mission was messed up and dumb. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 13, 2015 10:02:07 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain mikhail recoiled from the lizards' body, coughing. the thick stench choked him, made his eyes water. damnable beast. he had been practially on top of the thing. as he turned away, something moved: he could see it in the corner of his eye. little pinpricks of yellow light, glinting on and off in the thunder-cloud mass of trees. the heartless. that lizard was dead. no longer a thread. now they were creeping back, investigating the two keybladers. their next meal. "Emili- augh!" Mikhail raised his arms in surprise as Emilio grabbed him around the waist. Before he could even ask what on earth Boy Wonder was doing, he felt himself lift into the air, his booted feet dangling over the dead grasses of the prison yard. Then, they were speeding off toward that red light. Mikhail didn't need to ask what was going on. Emilio was getting them away from the Heartless on his staff. Fine. Good idea. But the jerk's arm was right on the gash over his ribs. Mikhail grimaced, but kept his silence. As soon as Emilio set him (gently) on his feet, he fell to the ground. What...? Mikhail turned to look. Blood. Soaking through his sweatshirt. Emilio groaned and uncorked a hi-potion. Mihail turned away again and began investigating their surroundings. At first, at the sight of all that red, he had been concerned. Whether they liked it or not, the two rivals were now partners, and Mikhail didn't want to see Emilio hurt. Problem solved, though. The hi-potion should take care of it. Now the important thing was to take a look at the massive door they landed next to, and see how to open it. Pausing, he peered back at the forest. The eyes... there seemed to be more of them. "Mikki-boy, if you are free, could you come assist me in the opening of this stupid door?" Mikhail chose not to comment on Emilio's frustration. Why bother. It was surprising though... it seemed unlike the Boy Wonder to let his anger show in a little tantrum like that, Mikhail thought. "Hang on..." Mikhail quickly slipped a healing potion out of his bag and downed it in a few gulps. Unfortunate. That gash wasn't too deep or bloody, but Mikhail couldn't afford to risk walking around with an open wound. Besides. That metal bar had been caked with ... who knew what. Taking a firm grip of the wheel to the door, Mikhail began to pull at it, checking the position of the Heartless over his shoulder now and then. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Xemmy on May 13, 2015 10:57:07 GMT
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The wheel didn't want to budge at all at first. The metal groaned with every small movement. After both of them tried turning it, it started to slowly squeak along. Centimeter by centimeter. Letting out a low metallic grown as the rust and grime starts to fall away. It didn't seem to be opening the door at all just yet. But the more it is turned the less it got stuck.
Turning it is still a two person job regardless. Some of the heartless were making their way from the trees onto the first fence. They weren't in much of a rush at all, just moving at the usual pace. Crawling up the fence as opposed to phasing under it.
Suddenly there was a loud metallic screeching from inside the wall. Followed closely by a loud clang. The door shook a little as it started to lift. Again, centimeter by centimeter at first. There was a bit of light drifting out from under the metal door.
If you let go of the wheel, the door would slowly start to close again. If you get it up all the way you should have enough time to get through it. Though not enough to look around and run back out before it shut.
A few heartless had made it up and over the first fence. Skittering across the path. Getting ready to climb the next fence. The second batch was also descending the trees and starting to climb the first fence.
It took what felt like years for the door to finally get open half way. It wasn't necessarily lit up on the other side of the door. It was more or less, moonlit. A glowing sort of luminescence. That is about all you can tell from this end so far.
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Go ahead and get the door the rest of the way up, get inside and take a look around the beginning of the new room/hall. The door is going to slam shut behind both of you.
You can also start moving forward if you want. I'm giving you more free reign in the next couple posts. I'll give you a quick description of the area now;
It's lit up by bioluminescent flowers, there's one every 200 hundred feet or so. They stand above the labyrinth walls, like giant glowing foxgloves. giving off just enough light.
The way is narrow, two 20-25ft stone paved walls are on either side of the door you've come through.They make the room into a hallway, about 20 feet forward there's a fork in the hall. There's also pretty vines and things growing up these smaller walls, and peaking through the cracks.
The sky is still pitch black, but the air is fresher. It's almost like it recently rained in here. Oh and it's also kind of hazy. And yes you are in what looks to be a legit labyrinth. ))
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 13, 2015 18:44:00 GMT
 It was frustrating in the least. Emilio managed to take all of his anger out on it though. Not by beating it up. But the man power it took to lift it was excruciatingly frustrating. He could still feel the gash on his back continue to heal. Not that them heavy lifting was being very helpful. But this needed to be done or they weren't going to life past the next couple of moments. Once the door was finally lifted Emilio grabbed Mikhail's wrist and pulled him inside before it could close down on them fully. He even had to pick up his staff from the ground and toss it in. Once inside Emilio watched the door close all the way behind them and then leaned against it with a large sigh. Now that the adrenaline was completely gone he looked down at his hands and could feel them shaking. Damn... What had he gotten himself into? At least he could transport out of here whenever he wanted to. But he wasn't going to. Not unless it was really necessary. He glanced over at Mikhail for a moment, just to make sure he was alright. He'd noticed that he'd drunken from a potion as well. He'd noticed the gash in his side. But there hadn't really been anything he could have done about it. They had to get out of that scene as quickly at possible. He needed to catch his breath. They'd barely made it in the door and he was about ready to fall asleep. The fresh air was good. The sky was dark and the little glowy flowers didn't help the atmosphere all that much. He could totally just curl up right here and fall asleep. Before he did, he rummaged through his mission bag and pulled out a bottle of water. Unscrewing the top he tipped it up just enough to catch the water into his mouth, but not let it fall all over the floor. He took several gulps before taking it back down and screwing the top back on. "Drink some water Mikki-boy. Your going to need the strength it brings." He was much calmer now, thinking about the mission. He could not allow himself to get that pissed off again. They couldn't afford it. They had to keep moving. Maybe it was always dark here, but it would be sooner or later before they would have to make some kind of camp or stop to rest. They'd barely been here longer then 20 to 30 minutes, and they were already exhausted. That battle hadn't lasted too long. "Lets take a rest and then we need to get moving. I'm about to fall asleep with this atmosphere, but I have a feeling it won't be like that for long. This place... It gives me the creeps.." He just had to go admitting that didn't he? Great... just great. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 13, 2015 19:38:13 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Mikhail grimaced, straining at the slow-moving, gunked-up wheel. It took considerable effort to get the door to raise at all. After that, it became a little easier, but Mikhail kept checking over his shoulder, watching the heartless cross the yard. Climb the first fence. Swarm towards the second... Come on... Starting to sweat, Mikhail glanced at the door. Finally! That's when Emilio dragged him inside by the wrist. Mikhail glared as the door groaned and rattled, lowering until it crunched against the ground. A light silence settled over... wherever they were. "I can move by myself, thanks."Picking him up. Dragging him around. Emilio was starting to get on Mikhail's nerves even more than usual. This wasn't the first mission Rose had sent him on. And only an idiot wouldn't have moved through that door quickly. Fine, so the first time had been necessary. But no one with any authority had named a leader on this mission. Emilio needed to back off. Sighing, Mikhail eased himself down next to Emilio, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. After the eerie, dead feeling of the courtyard and the stench and furor of battle, the beauty of this hallway was strangely soothing. The air was fresh and cool. Mikhail breathed deep, relishing the almost sweet taste of it. For the moment, nothing was going wrong. Well. Almost nothing. "Drink some water Mikki-boy. You're going to need the strength it brings." Mikhail stiffened. "Let's take a rest and then we need to get moving. I'm about to fall asleep with this atmosphere, but I have a feeling it won't be like that for long. This place... It gives me the creeps...""Don't call me that." Mikki-boy. That was Axyl's name for him growing up. Hearing it from Emilio so soon after... After... A sour feeling in his stomach, Mikhail leaned back against the door as the memories came flooding back. He had been so close. So close to getting Axyl back. Why? Why did it have to end that way? Shaking himself, Mikhail pulled out his waterbottle. No. He couldn't afford to think of that now. Anger triggered by the memories slowly turned into bitterness against Emilio. Punk. He was turning Axyl's term of endearment into a half-mocking, condescending little joke. Mikhail stood up, tilting his head back and gulping down some water. Then he looked down at Emilio with a cold expression. "You sit there and rest. I'm going to have a look around. I suggest you stay in the light. Since this place is too creepy for you." Mikhail turned on his heel and walked away.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 14, 2015 2:10:46 GMT
 "Don't call me that!" Emilio raised and eyebrow at Mikhail's words. Oh... He struck a nerve now did he? Interesting. Very interesting. Now he wanted to know why it was so bad to call him that. Well, Mikhail's fault. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything about it at all. He watched from the corner of his eye as Mikhail shook himself and then pulled out his own water bottle in response. He could tell Mikhail was upset. This mission wasn't an easy one. And of course they had to be put on it together. Maybe Rose was trying his best to piss the both of them off for some odd unknown reason. Maybe he was trying to teach them both a lesson. Unsure of the possibilities Emilio stopped thinking about them. Once finished with his drink Mikhail stood up and began to walk away, but not before saying, "You sit there and rest. I'm going to have a look around. I suggest you stay in the light. Since this place is too creepy for you." Emilio frowned as he watched his companion start walking away. Irritating bastard. He made a mocking face as if he were pretending to be Mikhail talking then he rasped and stood up, following after him. "Sheesh.. I was just trying to keep some kind of order for the mission, keep my comrade safe, AND bring us both back to Rose!" He kept his voice lower then a mumble. If Mikhail heard it or not wasn't his problem, but he didn't want to attract anything unpleasant. If Mikhail wanted to go get himself killed, then Emilio wouldn't have to be responsible for him. But other then that he didn't say anything as he followed after the dark haired kid eagerly. Just because he was creeped out didn't mean he wasn't intrigued. He was very interested to see how this so called labyrinth was going to turn out. At least that was what it looked like it was, with how big the building looked from the outside and the hallway they were going down right now. It didn't look like any kind of building he'd been inside anyway. Honestly, he was seriously intrigued by what the story may be for this place. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 14, 2015 8:26:14 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain After the prison yard, Mikhail found this place soothing. The lamp light playing off the twisting vines - shining on arrow-head leaves and tiny blossoms - was strangely beautiful. Even though Mikhail remained alert, he felt himself relax, comfortable in this quiet darkness. There wasn't much discernible difference between the two lanes branching off from the hallway. both ran more or less straight. in the pale fans of light thrown by the bell-like lamps, tangled masses of vine and cold stone floors stood out like little islands in the shadows. eventually the walls, vines, and stone faded into blackness. flip a coin. mikhail turned to the left, glancing over his shoulder. He heard emilio's footsteps. Boy Wonder following? Good. Not too far behind him. "Sheesh... I was just trying to keep some kind of order for the mission, keep my comrade safe, AND bring us both back to Rose." Mikhail let out a faint sigh. Comrade? Really? Since when did they become comrades? "You know..." he said. "The word comrade implies a kind of camaraderie that you and I most definitely do not share. Partners, maybe. Comrades? No. Let's be honest. You don't want me here. And I certainly don't want you here. But there you are." Then Mikhail paused. Another memory. During the battle.... Emilio had pushed him out of the lizards' way and received a painful wound in doing so. Surely - much as he couldn't stand that kid - that action deserved recognition. Deserved thanks. "Although... you... may have saved my life... in the prison yard. This won't mean much. But... I owe you my thanks." There. He said it. Turning around again, Mikhail got ready to move forward. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 14, 2015 10:02:29 GMT
"The word comrade implies a kind of camaraderie that you and I... most definitely do not share. Partners, maybe. Comrades? No. Let's be honest. You don't want me here. And I certainly don't want you here. But there you are."Ouch. And here Emilio was starting to get used to being around Mikhail. Whatever. Lio knew that it really shouldn't bother him at all, what Mikhail was saying. For he was absolutely correct and was being completely and utterly logical. But of course, there was a sting in his chest. What? Damn that idiot... Why does he always have to be right anyway? He thought bitterly. Lio didn't respond. He didn't even give Mikhail the satisfaction of actually having heard him. What a stupid Comment. They both knew it was true, but did he have to go and say it out loud? He ruined the moment. A real bitter taste formed in Lio's mouth. Mikhail was not going to ruin this mission for him. This was his mission. He'd worked hard to get it. Nothing Pretty Boy could say to take this moment away from him. "Although... you... may have saved my life... in the prison yard. This won't mean much. But... I owe you my thanks." Except maybe something like that. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. He'd actually hoped that Mikhail might forget about that. It was something that was done in the heat of the moment. He probably would have done it anyway, as even though he found Mikhail quite irritating, he wasn't going to just ignore the inevitable and have Mikhail die on his watch. It was silly really. The first thing Emilio thought was You don't just owe me your thanks, you owe me a lot more then that. But figured that would be too mean to say. "Sure... I guess.." He said in response, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. It wasn't really that big of a deal. After that he was quiet for a long time. Even as they made their way down the hall and turned a couple times. Emilio just didn't have anything to say. Why... why him? Then for some reason he spotted something behind some of the vines that hung down from the walls of the maze. It looked like a door. Curious Emilio stopped following Mikhail and walked over to it. Moving some of the vines away Emilio grabbed hold of the door nob, turned it and pushed inward. He'd only intended on having a peek. The room was small. Well, it looked more like a hallway then a room, but it was dead ended on both sides. Anyway, there were several doors within the room. He counted up to six. The funny thing was... They weren't normal colors. Some had stripes, some polka dots, and some were covered in swirls. Emilio cocked his head and stepped further into the room. What was this place? |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 14, 2015 19:46:54 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain For a long time, the two walked in silence. Mikhail was weary.... more weary than he should have been, despite that battle. It seemed to seep into his bones. The events of the past few weeks had worn him down. Nagi. Axyl. And now this. It wasn't the mission itself, as challenging as this was. This labyrinth held a strange fascination, and he was always asking for difficult missions anyway. On the outside, though, Mikhail was just as composed and poised as ever. Suddenly, the sound of Emilio's footsteps ceased. Mikhail turned around to find out what was going on, only to see Emilio with one arm plunged into a hole behind the curtain of vines. "What are you doing?" Walking closer, Mikhail saw that the dark gap wasn't a hole, but a doorway. A door behind all those vines? Interesting. Mikhail followed Emilio, ducking and brushing at the vines dangling above his head. The door led to a small room, longer than it was wide. Six strange doors lined the walls, painted in erratic and strange patterns. Dots. swirls. stripes. Curiouser and curiouser...Mikhail walked up to the nearest door: it was painted in stripes with a glinting copper doorknob. "Alright... let's see where this goes..." Cautiously, Mikhail stepped through the doorway... straight back into the room he had just left. "Wait, what? What just happened?" Spinning on his heel, Mikhail went through the doorway again... and ended up right where he started. Emilio and Mikhail started jerking open doors, walking through them, walking past each other and ending up in that same room. Who built this place? What on earth was this for? Flabbergasted, Mikhail turned the handle of the second to last door... and saw something different. A crumpled piece of paper, just sitting on the ground. Mikhail knelt down and gingerly picked it up. A faint crinkling noise quivered in the air as he unfolded the paper. As soon as he smoothed it out, Mikhail took in a sharp breath. What the hell is this? "Emilio..." In a calm, even voice Mikhail called over his shoulder. "I think you need to come look at this..."Some scribbled words, indecipherable at the moment, laced the page. But there was something else on the paper which Mikhail could see clearly. It was a crude drawing. Of himself. Of Emilio. And the lizard. A crawling sensation filled the keybladers' stomach. That feeling... that old feeling of being watched. Suddenly the air was thick with it. "Where did this come from? Was someone watching us?"MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Xemmy on May 14, 2015 22:59:48 GMT
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The more you look at the beat up piece of paper, the more things start to stand out. The drawings look as though they've been done by either a child or a complete novice. The messy coloring seems to point more towards child. The penmanship is horrid. It's worse than an kindergartener's. It also is a mix of both lowercase and uppercase letters.
Only a few words from various areas on the page are decipherable so far;
“Ahead......run.....slow.....legs.”
That's not a very comforting message. Especially not after everything that has gone on. Though, maybe the full message isn't as ominous. A new drawing has appeared near the word “legs”, it's around the same size as the others. Earlier it would have just looked like a mass of scribbles.
The drawing is of the upper half of a torso. The person has X's for eyes, and is mostly scribbled out with red crayon. There's also now a little bit of red crayon scribble on the drawings of Emilio and Mikhail. Imitating blood spatter.
There's something even weirder going on with this piece of paper. Could it be enchanted? And if it is, who enchanted it? Better yet who made it. Are they still within this acid trip of a room, or could they be just outside of it...
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 15, 2015 7:09:03 GMT
 He'd been wondering around the different doors, trying each and every one of them out. He'd gotten them both into this mess, he was going to get them both out. How? That he didn't know. Dumb Door, how did you do that? It was like you were calling to me. I don't like what you've done.... You're a mean door. Shame on you. He thought to himself bitterly. Then of course Mikhail had to be the one to find something different. Emilio was about to get really upset by the time Mikhail had called his name. "I think you need to come look at this..."What did he possibly need to come see that he hadn't already seen about a million times in the past ten minutes? Of course, when he'd actually walked over and looked over Mikhail's shoulder to see what he'd found, Emilio couldn't help but catch his breath. What the hell was this? "Wha...""Where did this come from? Was someone watching us?" Emilio had no response to this what-so-ever. And the longer he watched the creepy little paper the more and more paranoid he became. This... This is Nagi's doing, isn't it? Why is he here? What does he want? He glanced at Mikhail and gritted his teeth as he thought about the dream he'd had about Nagi telling him he'd been talking to Mikhail. The stupid heartless needed to mind his own business. Giving him freaky dreams? That sounded like Nagi to him. Sabotaging his missions? Now that, that was crossing the line and going much to far over it. He watched as everything on the piece of paper changed. Words became readable, images became legible. Whoever was causing this piece of paper to transform was doing a brilliant job at freaking the crap out of him. The beginning of this mission had been just a bit more creepy then his normal every night dreams. This... this was real crap. This was stuff he needed to be worried about. If it got too bad for them both he would pull them out, take them back to the Land of Departure. "Don't drop it." He said. "Perhaps it will get us a way out of here." |
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