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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 28, 2014 15:48:57 GMT -8
It earned him a very deliberate sigh. "Of course, of course. Silly me. However, dearest uncle mine, I do hope you exercise more caution. The more gashed up you get, the more 'donations' you'll require. You realize this, yes?" Of course, this was only provided that any of the rules of undeath applied to whatever bizarre illusory world they'd fallen into. Quinn didn't care to make any assumptions.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 28, 2014 15:53:53 GMT -8
"Of course..." He totally didn't.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 28, 2014 15:57:43 GMT -8
"Just consider it an incentive to, pardon the ill-timed pun, look before you leap."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 28, 2014 16:51:58 GMT -8
Santi- "Sorry to come down on you."
Chloë- "I thought coming down was what we were supposed to do."
Cameron- "Here you are."
Santi- "True... Let's just stay together. Now, where's the door?"
It really did look like they were in a greenhouse made of stained glass, pointlessly hidden in a very dark hole in the ground. Cameron's lamp played over the walls like it was oily water in a new moon harbor. August found a doorknob...
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 28, 2014 17:15:55 GMT -8
August was caught up for moment in the poetry of the light swimming against the stained glass, washing it in dim light.
Then he saw the doorknob sticking out from one of the walls. Bombaroo!!"Hellfire! I've found a doorknob. Now who wants to hold serious August's hand as he leads us from entrapment?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 28, 2014 17:40:09 GMT -8
Quinn held out his hand gamely."Come on then. In for a glenmark, in for a pound."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 28, 2014 17:43:42 GMT -8
Chloë- "... I don't get it."
Cameron- "Let's go."
Santi- "Carefully."
Cameron held the lamp over August's shoulder, revealing... impenetrable murk and roiling dust.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 28, 2014 18:02:39 GMT -8
August grabbed on to Quinn's hand firmly . He took the lead stepping carefully into the murky dark, making sure he felt solid stone under his feet."Grab a hand y'all. Let's go find Ellen and get out of this kooky mindscape."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 28, 2014 18:27:03 GMT -8
Everybody joined the conga line and Cameron handed the lamp to August. As the young man moved it around, he could make out the lowest points of vaulted ceilings peering out of the murk. The air smelled like the funkiest of earth. The ground was a firm as stone but hard to see. Where was the outer wall of this artificial cavern? He couldn't tell. Glancing back, the glass house looked like dust-covered coffin for a giant.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 28, 2014 19:08:12 GMT -8
August plodded onwards, he hadn't given them much choice in direction thanks to his actions. He was infinitely relieved that they didn't need to breath anymore, who knew what was in that dust? "So much for being a bombaroo host!! My ma would have whooped his backside for this kinda behaviour. What sort of abbey was this anyway, Santi?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 28, 2014 19:38:47 GMT -8
Ru- "... I don't know what to think about all of this, honestly... I guess we're wandering around...somewhere, I hope. It's too bad I can't call for Ellen... And Leo isn't here." He sighs, and shakes his head, holding tightly to Chloe and August."Are you all alright? Chloe? You aren't scared are you?" He tried to keep his voice gentle.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 28, 2014 21:36:36 GMT -8
Santi- "Just a standard godchurch affair, home for priests of that cathedral..." Chloë- "Maybe a little. But you guys are all stronger and bigger than me, so I can hide behind you."
Cameron- "Hear that Ru? You're stronger and bigger than someone."
They walked in one direction until they came to a wall. It was encrusted with rather eastern-looking tile mosaic. The whorls and rows of dull color made an image of some worshipper's travail that was as faint in the glow as a fingerprint. Left or right? How could it possibly matter?
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 28, 2014 23:41:50 GMT -8
"Where does that leave me y'all? Guess I'll have to squat behind Santi."
When they came to the mosaic wall, August let out a small huff before leading the group to the right. What the heck, right? What did they really have to lose except their dignity when they awoke in a closet? Were Babette, Greyburn and the others having a giggle? He was a serious artist for Dorein's sake and he deserved better. He let out another huff."What's with Greyburn illusions? Haven't they ever been to the circus…?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 29, 2014 2:26:09 GMT -8
For once Quinn didn't miss the familiar weight of his specs, sure that he would have had to wipe them clean at least a dozen times by now. Bloody dust. He snorted at August's comment."Been to a circus? August, pet, that Aubrey fellow is a circus."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 29, 2014 2:47:41 GMT -8
"What kinda circuses have ya been to?"
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