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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 18:01:25 GMT -8
He nodded and whispered back. Butcher- (shaken) "That praying. I heard them doing that before... don't know what they're talking about."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 18:04:34 GMT -8
Colt (uneasy)- "Damn... Fuck it, we gotta go. Stay sharp."
I got a move on again, trying to be strategic with the flashlight and not splash too much, but not letting us slow to a crawl either.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 18:10:18 GMT -8
You passed an area with crisscrossing pipes that you could look between.
From the other side, you could make out a clearing. More of those tall figures
glided around, hands clasped. Veils hung over bull-like horns, long dresses trailed behind them, rustling against the carved tile floors. They seemed to
be walking in a trance around a large symbol. THE symbol!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 18:13:33 GMT -8
I flicked off my flashlight and tried to look Joe in the eyes.
Colt (uneasy)- "..."
As much as possible, I tried to communicate the problem nonverbally. We're in hell alright. Check out the devils. Gotta try to sneak past 'em now.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 18:16:43 GMT -8
Joe clicked off his own light, leaving you both in an impressive darkness.
Wasn't going to do, you'd never see one of those things rolling up on you.
He clicked his back on, holding his hand over it to dim it down to barely
visible. His hands were full now though.
He nodded toward an alcove you hadn't noticed. Maybe there was
something useful within. Didn't sound like anything was moving around
in there.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 18:22:07 GMT -8
I nodded emphatically enough to hopefully be seen, and followed him in.
Colt (uneasy)- "..."
Maybe we could just rest a little while... This was wearying.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 19:12:20 GMT -8
Within the alcove, there were several places to crouch down low. Including what
looked to be some sort of ebony desk, with a mirror mounted behind it. The mirror
was completely black, only reflecting the most shallow, oily surface. A bowl sat on
the desk, filled with black sand.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 19:30:48 GMT -8
I got super close to him, grateful to not have water sloshing around my ankles for a moment.
Colt (uneasy)- "Hey. I don't like this spot. We gotta get moving."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 23:01:24 GMT -8
Butcher is looking at the strange objects with a furrowed brow.
What is this thing? A vanity for a demon to wash her face? Butcher- (shaken) "Where are we gonna go? How are we getting out of this?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 18, 2018 20:15:35 GMT -8
Colt (uneasy)- "C'mon. We just follow a wall until it gets out, or whatever. Don't wanna hafta fight all those fucks at once."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 0:37:01 GMT -8
He nodded to the bowl of black sand. Butcher- (shaken) "Wish that was gunpowder."
Something was coming closer, the fabric rustling over the tiles.
Butcher held the spear tightly and looked to you for guidance.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2018 0:40:59 GMT -8
I didn't know what else to do.
Colt (uneasy)- "..."
I gestured to hide behind the desk-like thing, going to crouch their myself, gun drawn. If I have to use it in here, we'll be up to our ass in those freaks.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 0:44:28 GMT -8
Butcher crouched down beside you. His breathing was shallow and rapid
like a scared bunny. Something drew close, heralded by tiny bells and rustling
beads. At least it didn't seem like they were very observant, because it stopped
to examine the mirror, and reach its many-jointed fingers into the bowl of sand.
Butcher looked like he might want to try to gank it, but was waiting for a sign
from you.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2018 0:48:01 GMT -8
I didn't know at the time how bad he is at fighting.
Colt (uneasy)- "..."
*affirmative nod*
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 0:51:15 GMT -8
mLnYrX66Butcher stood slowly as the thing seemed absorbed in whatever ritual it was doing,
rolling its fingers around in the sand. He pulled the pipe back like he was up to bat.
The thing turned its tiny little head-- and he cracked it right across whatever might
be considered its 'face'.
It fell from the seat, flat on its back with a bizarrely human 'oof.' Its garment was
so long and elaborate it would have a hell of a time getting up quickly... ·
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