"I might be, but I don't have that kind of tiAAAGHHHHHHH!" Gregor screamed as the spider leaped down from the tree. He drew on the the knives he had looted from the native hunters and lunged at the arachnid while it was distracted by Rain, aiming for the delicate joints the connected its long hairy legs to its body. If he could get in there he could probably lever one of its legs off.
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Down on the street Alex Bell circled the pole for the phone line. She looked around the street, double checking her map that this was definitely the right place. She looked at the house across the street, nodded, and took a device like an old rotary phone out of her bag. She affixed it to the side of the pole with a strap, then withdrew a length of rope that she looped through her tool belt and then around the pole. She grabbed a wire from the device, looped that over her shoulder, braced her boots against the pole, and began to work her way up to the lines themselves.
It wasn't an easy climb, but when she made it to the top it offered a commanding view of the entire street. Which meant that everyone could see her, which meant she had to work quickly if she wanted to to do this before someone got curious and called the cops. She wasn't averse the the cops showing up eventually, but the service she rendered wasn't exactly conventional and they had a habit of completely misinterpreting the situation and jumping to conclusions when they saw a short, pudgy teenager screwing around on top of a poll, splicing something into the lines.
With that in mind she pulled out her tools and worked quickly.
It wasn't an easy climb, but when she made it to the top it offered a commanding view of the entire street. Which meant that everyone could see her, which meant she had to work quickly if she wanted to to do this before someone got curious and called the cops. She wasn't averse the the cops showing up eventually, but the service she rendered wasn't exactly conventional and they had a habit of completely misinterpreting the situation and jumping to conclusions when they saw a short, pudgy teenager screwing around on top of a poll, splicing something into the lines.
With that in mind she pulled out her tools and worked quickly.
@Alisdragon911
"Touchy." He said as she sped away ahead. He looked off toward the mountain. Someone getting carried off by monster wasn't good, but there was really nothing he could do about that unless he wanted to hike all over that mountain searching. He raised a hand to it. "Sorry!" He said. Then he spun around and made his way after his new friend.
@Nikki Moonlight@Kelewen@Marcus XVI
"That porcelain doll?" Dinah scoffed. "How could you have had any trouble with her. Don't tell me ya-" She didn't get to finish that sentence as she spotted the scene up ahead. "What the hell happened there?"
Snakes and bodies. Snakes lying on bodies. Some snakes fat and happy with bodies inside them, sunning themselves on the banks. As she watched one of the more curious of the gators ambled up on to the bank, grabbed and body, and dragged it back down into the murk of the river. But the strangest thing was that every snake turned its head to look at the approaching party and stared, with fixed gaze, at them. It was like the stares she got when she walked unannounced into some high society party or art gallery. Naked resentment that she even existed.
It was sort of comforting that even the nob was getting some of that.
"I don't like this." She said.
"Touchy." He said as she sped away ahead. He looked off toward the mountain. Someone getting carried off by monster wasn't good, but there was really nothing he could do about that unless he wanted to hike all over that mountain searching. He raised a hand to it. "Sorry!" He said. Then he spun around and made his way after his new friend.
@Nikki Moonlight@Kelewen@Marcus XVI
"That porcelain doll?" Dinah scoffed. "How could you have had any trouble with her. Don't tell me ya-" She didn't get to finish that sentence as she spotted the scene up ahead. "What the hell happened there?"
Snakes and bodies. Snakes lying on bodies. Some snakes fat and happy with bodies inside them, sunning themselves on the banks. As she watched one of the more curious of the gators ambled up on to the bank, grabbed and body, and dragged it back down into the murk of the river. But the strangest thing was that every snake turned its head to look at the approaching party and stared, with fixed gaze, at them. It was like the stares she got when she walked unannounced into some high society party or art gallery. Naked resentment that she even existed.
It was sort of comforting that even the nob was getting some of that.
"I don't like this." She said.
Firebrand quickly stepped out of the circle as Damien carved it into the earth. "The first thing every young demon learns is that it's always better to be on the outside of one of these." He said, while straining his senses to catch whatever it was that Damien had picked up on. He wasn't picking up on anything, but leave it to a magic user to see the unseen. It was reassuring when the human announced that whatever presence he had felt was being suppressed, and strangely reassuring when he summoned what looked like a Skeleton Murderers older, nastier cousin. The spectral wasn't welcome and the thing assured them with presence alone that when it got free it was going to fillet the lot of them and feast mightily upon their immortal souls, but that was part and parcel for any bound spirit. Expected. Honestly it was just being professional.
"Right behind you." Firebrand said, setting out after Damien. "Hopefully we don't end up like that knight."
Evening of the First Day
There was a loud CRACK that resounded through the pathetic patch of trees as another tree came crashing to the ground. Firebrand wiped his forehead and then fell upon the fallen thing like a demon possessed, knocking his head against against the fallen wood to until it was cracked into manageable chunks. He had heard humans sometimes knocked their heads against things to work out their frustrations, but he had done this five times tonight and it was not working. He gritted his teeth as he ran out of tree to murder, and kicked the smashed wood into a pile with a growl. "Damnable Arthur, do you best me even now?" he said under his breath. "What am I doing wrong?"
He had no idea how Arthur hadn't gone insane, but then again the man had to have been half mad already to have invaded the Ghoul Realm by himself. All day they had been caught in this looping weird space, with no idea whether or not they were making progress. What trick had his nemesis used to beat this? He'd killed an lot of things, but there was nothing out here for Firebrand to kill. He'd broken a lot of things, so Firebrand had started breaking the occasional tree or big rock searching for some sort of "power up" or key. That had also come to nothing except perhaps some strange glances from his companions. He certainly hoped Arthur hadn't forced his way through the spell with the power of love alone, because that meant Firebrand was out of luck.
He scooped up the wood and brought it back to the meager camp site they'd been forced to set up and the raging fire he had built in the center of it. It wasn't the most subtle thing in the world, but it kept the damn specters chill off and watching it burn made him feel better. He dumped the wood in a pile unceremoniously beside the fire and threw a few more in, watching the flickering flames and thinking about how he should have taken a greater interest in the land he and his troop had been protecting. He hadn't paid much thought to Lord Astaroth's spell at the time. It kept people out and that was what mattered. Now he was kicking himself for not knowing the mechanics behind the magic. He probably wouldn't understood, not having a mind for that sort of thing, but anything he remembered would certainly be of help now.
"Hmmmm..." he grumbled. "Magic." He looked around for his companions. "Well, now that we have a moment." He got up, the pleasant heat of the fire quickly fading even a little ways away from it as the cold of the night and the specter smothered it, and made his way over to Damien. "There's something I want to show you. Ozo! Come here a moment. You too." He said, withdrawing from his armor a old and weathered scroll. He unfurled it, showing the blank face to the human and the fish. "This is Ghoul Realm vellum." He explained. "It's a container for holding magic. All you have to do is open it and it will cast any one spell inscribed within, no matter how complex, all on its own. Then it will go blank again and be ready to receive the next spell. No idea how they're made, but they're rare where I'm from. I've got five of them."
He closed the scroll. "Most demons don't expect even a legendary Gargoyle to attack them with proper magic. My species isn't the scholarly sort. It makes for a nasty surprise." He held the scroll out to Damien. "If you can scribe anything you think might be useful then we can divide them up. I'll keep two. Ozo can carry two. You can carry one for emergencies. What do you say?"
Dawn of the Second Day
Regardless of what happened the previous night, the rising of the sun brought with it the Knight. He was even more monstrously impressive close up, but while the mental assault was overwhelming this armor wasn't nearly as intimidating as the one they had faced only yesterday. Firebrand wondered for a moment if there wasn't a little man, comparatively, in this one as well. But this he doubted. More than likely they didn't want to know what was in there.
What was more intimidating was the area just behind the knight. He hadn't been able to feel what was watching them yesterday, but something was definitely looking now. He wondered if that meant it had stopped trying to be subtle after being found out yesterday, it'd stopped being subtle because its enforcer was present, or whether this was an entirely different entity. Nevertheless, it was only watching. The Knight was speaking. Firebrand stepped forward. He'd wanted to meet this man, so he didn't intent to waste an opportunity. "It's a good thing, then, that I'm neither god nor mortal." He said, resolve pushing its way through the torrent of emotions swirling with him. "I'm not here on behalf of god or lord or any of the great powers of this world. I felt something change. I want to know what, and get ahead of it if I can. I was given a promising lead I followed to this place."
"Now that I've given you my answer," Firebrand continued, folding his arms. "It's only honorable to receive yours in turn. What is it you seek here? You certainly seem to be in a similar situation to us from what I saw yesterday."
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@Arty Fox@Letter Bee
"I would be happy to perform any task that expiated this process." v2 said. "If strenuous activity is required please leave it to me. I do not become tired, so such activity will not lessen my combat effectiveness."
An adventure, he thought. As though this were a vacation. How anyone could have such thoughts after having their own importance put so thoroughly into perspective he did not understand. Acting like this would be fun. His mind bogged at such notions.
Then against, he wouldn't know a good time if it snuck up and bit him on the can.
An oddly structured thought but not an inaccurate one.
"I would be happy to perform any task that expiated this process." v2 said. "If strenuous activity is required please leave it to me. I do not become tired, so such activity will not lessen my combat effectiveness."
An adventure, he thought. As though this were a vacation. How anyone could have such thoughts after having their own importance put so thoroughly into perspective he did not understand. Acting like this would be fun. His mind bogged at such notions.
Then against, he wouldn't know a good time if it snuck up and bit him on the can.
An oddly structured thought but not an inaccurate one.
Observing a blasted landscape like this evoked a feeling of unexpected homesickness in Firebrand. The horrible mushroom would not look out of place sticking out in the Ghoul Realm, but it was the glint of silver that caused the demons heart to leap into his throat. Upon closer inspection, however, it appeared the silver knight was not whom he believed it to be. Still, he observed the large warrior and the enchantment he was trapped in for a long while. It was something he had seen before, the sort of warping of space his late master Astaroth had used to defend his holding from invasion. No matter how far you plunged into the Demonic Village you would inevitably end up back at the start. Was it just nostalgia that was causing this feeling, this strange static that seemed to permeate his body?
The knight was observing him. Firebrand shared a long look with him, then circled and spiraled back down to earth.
"Not much to report." he told him companion. "No sign of the structure or its extremities. Clump of trees that way, near a monstrous mushroom. There's also a giant knight caught in an area of weird space that won't let him continue no matter how far he walks. No idea if he's hostile or not, but he's the only living thing I saw out here. We could just press on the center of the continent, try and fumble out way into this mystery. Personally, I'm going to meet that knight."
-Appearance: A short, pale boy with short black hair, wholly unremarkable before he got his power. Afterwards he started wearing all black dress suits with half capes and everything like he were the phantom of the opera. He dyed his bangs white, started carrying an umbrella, and wearing vampire teeth. All of this looks rather authentic now thanks to their constant exposure to his power. It gives him a more regal and dignified presence than your typical awkward kid in a Halloween costume, which he is.
-Name: Edward Hyde
-Age (12-18): 14
-Power: Lonesome Ghosts ~ Restless Spirit of Octobers Past (his name for it) - Ed can expel and manipulate a green, glowing, semi-liquid substance he calls Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is naturally absorbed by inanimate objects and plants. As something absorbed more and more ectoplasm it becomes more and more "haunted." Its form twists and changes, along with giving off both a pall of darkness and a disquieting aura. In advanced cases the object may even be able to move of its own accord, either like an animal or simply throwing itself around. All changes to an object seem to be in service to making it more "spooky."
In areas with high concentration of ectoplasm "Ghosts" spawn. There beings of concentrated ectoplasm can look like anything, but will always be semi-transparent and have the typical long ghostly tail. They mostly take the form of large white blobs with eyes, a mouth, and small arms. They can move through walls and people, leaving the person with a chill, a slight feelings of anxiety, and coated in ectoplasm. Though they can interact with the physical world they are mostly harmless and pop like a balloon when attacked. When left on their own they are content to hide in things or behind corners to jump out and surprise unsuspecting victims, rearrange furniture and knock things off tables and walls when no one is looking, and generally make nuisances of themselves. Being composed of Concentrated Ectoplasm, Ed can expel these ghosts from his body at will.
-More info?: It became apparent at some point that Ed had stopped going home at the end of the day, eventually driving all staff from the westernmost building to transform it into his own personal haunted mansion. The ectoplasm is so think there its begun affecting the atmosphere, causing the area around the building to appear as though it's twilight even in the middle of the day and attracting frequent localized thunderstorms. The sounds of heavy construction can be heard from within at all hours as ghosts work to modify the interior into a version of the Winchester Mystery House. He has frequently expressed a desire to drive everyone from the school, Scooby-Doo style, to transform it into the world greatest haunted attraction.
-Name: Edward Hyde
-Age (12-18): 14
-Power: Lonesome Ghosts ~ Restless Spirit of Octobers Past (his name for it) - Ed can expel and manipulate a green, glowing, semi-liquid substance he calls Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is naturally absorbed by inanimate objects and plants. As something absorbed more and more ectoplasm it becomes more and more "haunted." Its form twists and changes, along with giving off both a pall of darkness and a disquieting aura. In advanced cases the object may even be able to move of its own accord, either like an animal or simply throwing itself around. All changes to an object seem to be in service to making it more "spooky."
In areas with high concentration of ectoplasm "Ghosts" spawn. There beings of concentrated ectoplasm can look like anything, but will always be semi-transparent and have the typical long ghostly tail. They mostly take the form of large white blobs with eyes, a mouth, and small arms. They can move through walls and people, leaving the person with a chill, a slight feelings of anxiety, and coated in ectoplasm. Though they can interact with the physical world they are mostly harmless and pop like a balloon when attacked. When left on their own they are content to hide in things or behind corners to jump out and surprise unsuspecting victims, rearrange furniture and knock things off tables and walls when no one is looking, and generally make nuisances of themselves. Being composed of Concentrated Ectoplasm, Ed can expel these ghosts from his body at will.
-More info?: It became apparent at some point that Ed had stopped going home at the end of the day, eventually driving all staff from the westernmost building to transform it into his own personal haunted mansion. The ectoplasm is so think there its begun affecting the atmosphere, causing the area around the building to appear as though it's twilight even in the middle of the day and attracting frequent localized thunderstorms. The sounds of heavy construction can be heard from within at all hours as ghosts work to modify the interior into a version of the Winchester Mystery House. He has frequently expressed a desire to drive everyone from the school, Scooby-Doo style, to transform it into the world greatest haunted attraction.
-Appearance: A short, pale boy with short black hair, wholly unremarkable before he got his power. Afterwards he started wearing all black dress suits with half capes and everything like he were the phantom of the opera. He dyed his bangs white, started carrying an umbrella, and wearing vampire teeth. All of this looks rather authentic now thanks to their constant exposure to his power. It gives him a more regal and dignified presence than your typical awkward kid in a Halloween costume, which he is.
-Name: Edward Hyde
-Age (12-18): 14
-Power: Lonesome Ghosts ~ Restless Spirit of Octobers Past (his name for it) - Ed can expel and manipulate a green, glowing, semi-liquid substance he calls Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is naturally absorbed by inanimate objects and plants. As something absorbed more and more ectoplasm it becomes more and more "haunted." Its form twists and changes, along with giving off both a pall of darkness and a disquieting aura. In advanced cases the object may even be able to move of its own accord, either like an animal or simply throwing itself around. All changes to an object seem to be in service to making it more "spooky."
In areas with high concentration of ectoplasm "Ghosts" spawn. There beings of concentrated ectoplasm can look like anything, but will always be semi-transparent and have the typical long ghostly tail. They mostly take the form of large white blobs with eyes, a mouth, and small arms. They can move through walls and people, leaving the person with a chill, a slight feelings of anxiety, and coated in ectoplasm. Though they can interact with the physical world they are mostly harmless and pop like a balloon when attacked. When left on their own they are content to hide in things or behind corners to jump out and surprise unsuspecting victims, rearrange furniture and knock things off tables and walls when no one is looking, and generally make nuisances of themselves. Being composed of Concentrated Ectoplasm, Ed can expel these ghosts from his body at will.
-More info?: It became apparent at some point that Ed had stopped going home at the end of the day, eventually driving all staff from the westernmost building to transform it into his own personal haunted mansion. The ectoplasm is so think there its begun affecting the atmosphere, causing the area around the building to appear as though it's twilight even in the middle of the day and attracting frequent localized thunderstorms. The sounds of heavy construction can be heard from within at all hours as ghosts work to modify the interior into a version of the Winchester Mystery House. He has frequently expressed a desire to drive everyone from the school, Scooby-Doo style, to transform it into the world greatest haunted attraction.
-Name: Edward Hyde
-Age (12-18): 14
-Power: Lonesome Ghosts ~ Restless Spirit of Octobers Past (his name for it) - Ed can expel and manipulate a green, glowing, semi-liquid substance he calls Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is naturally absorbed by inanimate objects and plants. As something absorbed more and more ectoplasm it becomes more and more "haunted." Its form twists and changes, along with giving off both a pall of darkness and a disquieting aura. In advanced cases the object may even be able to move of its own accord, either like an animal or simply throwing itself around. All changes to an object seem to be in service to making it more "spooky."
In areas with high concentration of ectoplasm "Ghosts" spawn. There beings of concentrated ectoplasm can look like anything, but will always be semi-transparent and have the typical long ghostly tail. They mostly take the form of large white blobs with eyes, a mouth, and small arms. They can move through walls and people, leaving the person with a chill, a slight feelings of anxiety, and coated in ectoplasm. Though they can interact with the physical world they are mostly harmless and pop like a balloon when attacked. When left on their own they are content to hide in things or behind corners to jump out and surprise unsuspecting victims, rearrange furniture and knock things off tables and walls when no one is looking, and generally make nuisances of themselves. Being composed of Concentrated Ectoplasm, Ed can expel these ghosts from his body at will.
-More info?: It became apparent at some point that Ed had stopped going home at the end of the day, eventually driving all staff from the westernmost building to transform it into his own personal haunted mansion. The ectoplasm is so think there its begun affecting the atmosphere, causing the area around the building to appear as though it's twilight even in the middle of the day and attracting frequent localized thunderstorms. The sounds of heavy construction can be heard from within at all hours as ghosts work to modify the interior into a version of the Winchester Mystery House. He has frequently expressed a desire to drive everyone from the school, Scooby-Doo style, to transform it into the world greatest haunted attraction.
@Alisdragon911
"Yes, yes, gods yes. Whole group of them." Gregor replied. "There's even one that can help you with that nasty chain predicament of yours. Got to hurry though. This jungle is full of natives and monsters and Ulric, unless I was imagining that middle one. No time to be split up. No time for anything, really. No time to even introduce ourselves. Gregor Heartway, by the way." He stopped momentarily to give a little bow before continuing down the trail. "Charmed!"
@Nikki Moonlight@Kelewen@Marcus XVI
Dinah eyed the back of Johns head, before speeding up beside him. "Somethin' on your mind, big guy?" She said in a conspiratorial whisper. "Seems like your heart ain't in it today. Thinkin' of a gal back home, ey?" She elbowed him playfully in the side. "Ya know that, whatchamacallit, wistfulness is the death a sailors."
"Yes, yes, gods yes. Whole group of them." Gregor replied. "There's even one that can help you with that nasty chain predicament of yours. Got to hurry though. This jungle is full of natives and monsters and Ulric, unless I was imagining that middle one. No time to be split up. No time for anything, really. No time to even introduce ourselves. Gregor Heartway, by the way." He stopped momentarily to give a little bow before continuing down the trail. "Charmed!"
@Nikki Moonlight@Kelewen@Marcus XVI
Dinah eyed the back of Johns head, before speeding up beside him. "Somethin' on your mind, big guy?" She said in a conspiratorial whisper. "Seems like your heart ain't in it today. Thinkin' of a gal back home, ey?" She elbowed him playfully in the side. "Ya know that, whatchamacallit, wistfulness is the death a sailors."
That's a shame. I enjoy this kind of thing, but the arena is kind of intimidatingly impenetrable to me.
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