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Post by Oliver on Mar 2, 2009 3:18:58 GMT -5
Oliver warily approaches the hallway, peeking down into it, studying the odd bloody trail. He turns back to the group. "Is smells 'unny... sickish, ta blood tas is. Ye think we s'ould fo'low?" He looks back at the passage, noise twitching to the scent. "Sumtin's down tere, tere is."
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Post by Jas on Mar 2, 2009 13:48:00 GMT -5
::She looked to see Jas draped over a tiger as she kneeled down::
Eva: "He overdid it again didn't he? And he always tells me not to over do it...."
::She said with a frown before smiling and turning towards the tiger::
Eva: "I'm finally happy to meet you though...."
*Kyran smiles at Eva* [glow=white,2,300]Likewise young angel.[/glow]
"I didn't over do it Eva, I was caught off guard. Now it's going to be awhile before the elements in my blade are usable, if they aren't sealed permanently that is."
*Eva saw that his wound was already treated, but the spot the jitte dug into him left the area of his left shoulder of his clothes torn and blood soaked.* "Rainii already took care of that, all I need is to recover my strenght."
::The attention of the group is drawn to the sound of someone peaking through the seal of the doorway, an eye staring at through from the darkness. When then eye notices that its spying has been compromised, there's a gasp and the sound of someone running away down a hall just beyond the door.::
::Moments later there's a scream of a woman, a blood curdling cry of pain and agony, the sounds of struggle and pained, desperate running. When the sounds pass, the door where the noise emanated from opens, as if by a breeze or draft, the flickering light beyond reveals a path lined with drops of blood, ever so small and the occasion single bloody hand print on the bulkhead. The trail cuts left and disappears down another hall.::
"Dear Gaia, what could of done this?"
*Kyran growls seeing the sight, her claws raking the ground under her* [glow=white,2,300]Plan anyone? Do we go after whatever did this, or do we serach for the vaccines for you guys first.[/glow]
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Post by Oliver on Mar 2, 2009 14:00:57 GMT -5
"'aybe tey are down there..." States Oliver, growing ever more skittish of the passageway the longer they linger. "Makes se'se, it does. Probab'y ah trap or sumtin."
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Post by Iole on Mar 2, 2009 18:25:24 GMT -5
::Iole stares at where the trail of blood disappears with unease::
Ollie's got a point. It might be a trap. I vote Lillith first.
::She notices a few disapproving looks from the others::
Relax, I'm kidding. Sort of.
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Post by Lillith on Mar 2, 2009 23:58:42 GMT -5
::Lillith raises an eyebrow at Iole before returning her thoughts to whatever was down that corridor. She can feel her heart like a jackhammer in her chest. Why is she a bundle of nerves now? She had just been through what she percieved as the worst kind of hell there is; artificial child birth to a monster, and then losing the love of her life twice. Nothing should seem frightening after that. And yet....::
Well we aren't going to find out just standing around. We've been injected with whatever Gwen put in us for a few months now. I don't know how much time we have left, but I'd rather not push it.
::She raises her crossbow on her wrist, grasping Kenny's hand tighter. She takes one last deep breath before rounding the corner with her crossbow aimed and cocked::
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Post by Kenny on Mar 2, 2009 23:59:57 GMT -5
:Kenny feels Lilliths grasp on his hand as he clenched his blade with his other as he can see her look of dertimination.:
"Easy, I just came back from dying, I'm sorry"
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Post by Oliver on Mar 3, 2009 0:04:22 GMT -5
"I'm wit Lillith."
Oliver steps through the door into the blood stained passageway, behind Lillith. His ears are up and alert, eyes darting all around and his nose tries to pick up any scents he can over the sickly blood.
As he rounds the corner with Lillith, they come to another hall, at its end is a dim light emanating through a cracked door. The path of blood indicates that whatever it was, went through there.
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Post by Lillith on Mar 3, 2009 0:06:50 GMT -5
::Lillith keeps a firm hold on Oliver's hand, ready to jump in front of him at a moment's notice::
Oliver... I need to talk to you when this is all over. It's kind of important. Have you given much thought about what you're going to do after this?
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Post by Oliver on Mar 3, 2009 0:13:55 GMT -5
Oliver gives Lillith an odd look, as if it wasn't already clear.
"Back ta me home, where else?" He says without hesitation then changes the subject. "What ye think is behind ta door?"
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Post by Kenny on Mar 3, 2009 0:15:46 GMT -5
:Kenny looked at the door while listening to Lillith speak to Oliver as he began to speak:
"When this is over Lillith, i hope i can speak to you as well"
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Post by Lillith on Mar 3, 2009 0:21:23 GMT -5
::Lillith nods::
I guess it'll have to wait. I'm not getting a good vibe about whatever's down there.
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Post by Situation on Mar 3, 2009 0:33:16 GMT -5
::The closer they get, the stronger the feeling of uneasiness grows inside them, as if something knew they are coming and it was making this knowledge known down to their very core. Closer to the door now they can see clearly a single foot protruding out from the crack in the door, keeping it from shutting completely.::
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Post by Kenny on Mar 3, 2009 0:57:58 GMT -5
:Kenny sees the foot at the door and was getting a bit suspicious about it being there:
"Looks like theres somebody on the other side, be prepared"
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Post by Rainii Loire on Mar 3, 2009 2:51:51 GMT -5
::Rainii follows the others, growing increasingly creeped out the further they get. When they stop, she sees the foot sticking out from the door. ::
Oh god.
::She gets a chill down her spine, and has a hard time looking down at where the foot is. She forces herself to, even though she'd rather run as far away from this situation as humanly possible.::
"This is seriously freaking me out. That said, I am not going to be the first one to investigate that. Second? Maybe. First? No way in hell."
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Post by Oliver on Mar 3, 2009 3:06:34 GMT -5
"I'll do'it, outa' way."
Oliver pushes past the others, with some strange courage building up inside of himself, perhaps a boys fear of showing cowardice around others. He steps forward, ignoring any objections and pushes the door open and steps inside and disappears into the light of the room beyond.
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Post by Situation on Mar 3, 2009 3:23:24 GMT -5
::Through the door, they first notice whose leg the foot is attached to, the body of a hag, soaked in blood but no sign of wound. It's as if every pore and orifice in her body opened like a floodgate letting her blood seeped out. Beside her is the empty cloth that once wrapped around the body of Lillith's ill-gotten bastard child. The baby is nowhere to be found.::
::The room itself is like that of an observation deck, its windows are draped with curtains to shut out much of the natural light from the outside, except for one window, which drapes are pulled away to the view of the ocean and there, standing before it, watching out the window is a creature, tall and forbidding, covered in a raggedy cloak of yellow. It's head turns slightly as you enter, the silhouette of a muzzle blocking the light before it turns back to stare out at the vast expanse of sea.::
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Post by Jas on Mar 3, 2009 15:24:51 GMT -5
*Kyran sniffs the ari and growls at the figure* [glow=white,2,300]Something about this one smells familiar, but I can't put my claw on it.[/glow]
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Mar 3, 2009 16:13:49 GMT -5
::Eva was feeling very uneasy seeing the silhouette of the muzzle and was in a bit on the defensive though not making any sudden movements::
I would bet my life that its Gwen right now....or whatever is left of her....
::She feels a bit of a chill::
I'm feeling reallllllly uneasy about this right now....
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Post by Dante Shadesang on Mar 3, 2009 16:19:37 GMT -5
Dante readies his blade as he does not leave his eyes off the figure... did it grow up into an adult already... what... or who is it?
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Post by Situation on Mar 3, 2009 16:21:34 GMT -5
::The creature stays still, unflinching as it gazes out to the skyline. The hood over its head moves with each word spoken or thought by the others, as if its ears must be twitching to hear their whispers.::
::Beside the door, Oliver is preoccupied by the dead and bloody hag, seemingly unaware of anything else in the room. He sits in a squat, poking the dead woman with Lillith's dagger.::
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