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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 15, 2018 21:30:53 GMT -8
Alphonse:
This hell was a test to Alphonse's humanity, he knew, and he refused to fail it-- or to allow others to do so.
Alphonse kept trying to steady himself, to breathe, to think on what his father would do if he were here. Nothing helped the deep churning in his gut or the tightness in his lungs.
Still, he gave a look to Adeney, looking deep into the lenses, as though to spy what was behind them.
"We can make it, Adeney. We are so close-- we won't leave her behind. Don't falter-- we can make it... we'll make sure of it." He spoke the words with all the conviction he could, with a firm nod. He stepped in front of Adeney, by about four or five feet, to guard him and to stand beside Ariana.
"Be calm, mi sinora. We are the Flame in this dark. We will make it through." He affirmed; if the words were not comforting to them, they at least helped steel Alphonse's resolve for the final push out of the Warrens.
Mole:
It approached, tentatively, on six limbs haphazardly attached in seemingly random locations along its flanks. They twisted and bent as though fingers bent them inwards and respectively straightened them out, beyond ordinary physics.
It was faceless, with an elongated snout and a mouth that stretched back to its neck. At its nose appeared to be a hand, and five fingers jutting out from it.
The beast rose its nose and took a deep sniff as it entered unawares into the light. It seemed to be attempting to locate the party, though it was apparently unsuccessful at it.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 16, 2018 10:29:19 GMT -8
Florence:
She bent over, again, to examine the corpses more closely: also completely useless in their mashed-up and rotten forms. Useless, except for sating Arnulf's need for fat.
"Oh. Hm." She squished another lump of flesh and watched as the rancid yellow bubbles squeezed out from under her feet.
"There is plenty of fat among these piles. You must search beneath the mud."
Corpse:
It continued to burn, and the room, with poor ventilation, had idly begun to fill with smoke. Fortunately for the duo, it was not dire enough yet to impede one's breathing.
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Post by black379 on Mar 16, 2018 12:02:46 GMT -8
Adeney hushed and froze again. Though he couldn't really point while he held Silvant, he adjusted the light in the direction of the beast, in case the others hadn't seen it yet. Thankfully, despite being the source of light, it didn't seem to notice them yet.
Perhaps it couldn't see them at all. Maybe it listened for its prey, or more likely smelled for it. He theorized quickly as the Mole angled its misshapen head toward them, but in truth it didn't matter how it might detect them. There was no easy way around it.
If the creature did rely on its smell, the doctor was for once thankful to be bathed in gore. Yet he carried a fresh corpse, still bleeding profusely from her neck.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 16, 2018 14:10:17 GMT -8
/Arnulf/
He gave a quick, short exhale through his nostrils with some effort as the acrid smoke began to pile up; for a moment, he eyed the smoking pig with some surprise. Perhaps his worry of the flame being expunged was rather polar to the reality of the situation.
With some growing haste, he swiftly nodded to Florence's remark and dug beneath the mud for some fats; covering one hand with the bandage so as to scoop some of the slop into his palm and into the bandages, meaning to smear it all along its length before wrapping it around his bollock dagger as a pseudo torch.
He would then amble his way on over to the burning pig and dip the dagger into the flames. Arnulf jerked his head over his shoulder, to the glimmering piece of metal,
"Go and check that shiny bit pokin outta the shit will ya? Make y'self useful..." He grumbled the last with a sigh as he covered his mouth with his palm...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 16, 2018 16:44:19 GMT -8
Florence:
The doctor clomped over in her heavy boots around the flaming pig, towards the metal, as directed.
With odd daintiness, she leaned over and plucked the knife out of the meat and held it up to the light.
"It is a knife." She observed, and reported duly to Arnulf. "I believe it is also useless."
Torch:
It burned bright; the fat seemed to make a good wax, but it smelled absolutely rancid in such a way that one might believe it could singe off their nosehairs if breathed in too deeply.
Ultimately pragmatic, but regrettable.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 16, 2018 16:57:47 GMT -8
/Arnulf/
"Right, lovely, it's perfect for you..." He coughed through his hand and growled, looking around the room;
"... We're s'pposed t'be finding a who..? Celeste?" He sighed, he hadn't realized how out of shape he was until that moment; the creature slain low felt like some great triumph, when it was hardly a pebble to the tower.
In the meantime, however, he tried to meander about the interior of the grist mill room for some other entrance beside's the one he'd entered; doubly keeping an eye out for blonde hair or church or nursely attire...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 16, 2018 17:28:42 GMT -8
Archway:
It was wide and half-circle shaped, with sawed-off iron bars jutting out like fangs from the very top of it.
The archway was lined with greyish-red bricks, and caked with grime. It seemed to lead out to another, larger room that, also, carried the coppery tang of blood in its scent. One could surmise that the next was similar to the room they were in.
Florence:
"I suppose this would do as a superior weapon to a scalpel. Hm." Florence squinted behind her lenses thoughtfully, and gave two stiff stabs into the air around her, as if poking an invisible weapon.
This satisfied her.
"Celeste is a young, female nurse with blonde hair and light eyes."
Her beak pointed to the archway, next.
"We should proceed."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 16, 2018 17:34:05 GMT -8
/Arnulf/
He grumbled and looked back to Florence, then the dagger; she seemed to have a good throwing arm, better than his at anyrate. So he shrugged and nodded,
"Nay, thought we could have a proper piss here t'ill our lungs are black with smoke--" He scoffed and beckoned her forward as he approached the archway slowly, cautiously; holding out the impromptu torch to Florence,
"-- Get over here, we got to move..." He sighed heavily,
"And here, hold the damn torch." He ordered curtly, a resting snarl on his face from the aroma...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 16, 2018 17:53:06 GMT -8
Florence watched Arnulf with some level of concern. She lowered the dagger and took a side-step to the archway.
"It is unhealthy to retain urine. If you are shy, I shall avert my eyes so that you can relieve yourself. We can afford the time."
She kindly accepted the torch and turned her back to Arnulf, facing the archway instead patiently.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 16, 2018 17:56:04 GMT -8
/Arnulf/
Unphased, he stared at her, then roughly swatted her upside the head with his now free hand before unslinging his bow and testing the bowstring;
"Freak."
He grumbled and sighed, rolling his eyes up to the stinking roof, nocking an arrow before setting his eyes forward.
"Let's keep the jokes for when the job's done, yeah?", with that, he made to pass through the archway, minding the jagged teeth of bars as he did so; making do with what light could get through to scan the immediate surroundings for any tracks again...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 16, 2018 18:12:11 GMT -8
Florence:
Florence seemed to skulk more than wince, hunched forward with her shoulders scrunched.
"...Good health is not a joke." She grumbled, reaching behind her head to rub at the back of it.
She disapproved, and silently revoked her friendship from Arnulf. He made a poor friend.
Florence followed him into the next room.
The Next Room:
By what one could see, the room was filled with the same sort of gore as the one before.
There was a shifting pile, in one corner. It smelled strongly of flowers.
Celeste:
She would see the room fill with an orange glow: light.
It might be prudent to move towards it.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Mar 16, 2018 19:03:20 GMT -8
Dimly Celeste considered if this shimmering specter of light was death coming to carry her away. In her normal state of mind she likely would have scoffed at the idea, but surrounded by so much death and horror she was willing to welcome the notion, and death itself, so she took to stumbling toward the dim glow.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 17, 2018 12:57:12 GMT -8
/Arnulf/
"Oh..." He chuckled and cleared his nostrils, finding a scent and smirking; he was ready this time. "...I think it is."
He stretched the bowstring, tensing it and limbering up the bow as much as himself in the moment as he scanned the darkness ahead of him hopelessly; he slowly realized he 'ought to ready to dive out of the way instead of return fire, given the last circumstance.
Yet, as the thought crossed his mind, he saw a silhouette of a creature; haggard and stumbling, like some decrepit hag. His features steeled and he brought his bow up, pointing the arrow at it.
He saw a glimmer of blonde hair, in that moment, and his drawing arm relaxed.
"Celeste?" He called out, letting the bow droop a touch.
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Post by porkylabrador on Mar 17, 2018 13:04:34 GMT -8
"Oh f---" Her breath came out in a dry and putrid cloud of unpleasant feelings. The Arbalest grunted in a palpable amount of pain as she shouldered her crossbow and sighted 'squint-eyed' down the length of her body. "Make like a shepherd and get the flock out of here." There was the barest of chortles exclaiming through her bared teeth as a bolt was loosed directly aimed towards the palm of the creature's wandering hand-nose.
No sooner had the armoured lass pulled the trigger than her steel-paws were setting about reloading the crossbow. It was survival now, at any cost... she'd leave the other to the pigs if they were so content with hauling the corpse.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 17, 2018 14:13:05 GMT -8
Florence:
"I believe this is her." The doctor observed as casually as one would observe the weather, and equally as nonchalant, she waved to Celeste.
She was quite pleased.
"Hello. We have come to rescue you. If you are injured, I can treat your injuries." She nodded, and then pointed with her new dagger back the way they had come, "If you are uninjured, we may proceed to the exit."
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Mole:
Unceremoniously, it took the crossbow-bolt straight into its throat.
The wound wept a bright-green fluid, and it gave a little cry and screech before falling over.
On closer inspection, it would appear to have been speckled with burns. There was a faint smell of smoke on it.
Alphonse:
He held his breath, seeing that abomination, and tensed his grip on the sword, as though willing himself to pierce the hide of the beast with it.
Thankfully, Ariana's crossbow made short work of it.
He wiped some sweat from his brow and sighed, looking to Ariana,
"That was a good aim, senorita." He took a step forward, keeping a wide berth from the twitching creature, and then looked back to Adeney,
"Are we all alright?"
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