Vertigo

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

The door was locked.

Of course the door was locked - his luck would've had it no other way. Man, he must've pissed Lady Luck off somethin' fierce at some point. Probably at Jacob's party. All the bad things in his life traced back to Jacob's party. Tequila was the devil.

A few more tugs, just in case, and Duncan had to concede defeat. He retracted his hand, subconsciously stuffing it into his pocket in search for a familiar pack. The craving was becoming unbearable, and it made him restless.

"Yep," he confirmed airily, "it's locked a'ight."

He'd just managed to pull out a cig when Pebs joined him, her tone suggesting she had a plan. Equal parts surprised and curious, Duncan took a step aside to let her pass. He wasn't really sure what he expected her to do - but knocking on the door was certainly not it.

He blinked. "Hey, uh," Duncan hesitated on how to word his confusion. Was... was she trying to get someone to come and open it or somethin'? Yeah, that was one way to get a locked door open, but.... "You know, I doubt anyone's gon-"

Before he could finish and make a total fool out of himself, Pebs spoke up, almost as if able to read his mind. God, she better not be able to read his mind. He didn't really get her explanation, but the girl sounded like she knew what she was doing, so Duncan trusted her and waited. It felt a little absurd, standing there with an unlit cigarette in some creepy-ass room, watching a girl essentially communicate with a door through knocks.

Least he'd have a story to tell.

With her deed done, she went on to explain the make up of the door. Plywood, cardboard, no substance-- Duncan nodded along slowly, until the magic words hit him.

Break it down.

A knowing grin spread on the athlete's face. "Now we're talking."

He slid his bag off his shoulder and dropped it on the ground, taking a step back towards Pebs and the door. "Right, you may wanna stand back a bit." Duncan did a few quick stretches while waiting for her to move to safety, pulled back his leg - and then leaned his weight down to aim a kick near the door's handle.

^{@Typical, @Alamantus
Gumption 2, rolled a 7.}

D&D 5E: Dungeon of the Mad Mage

hmm... how neat would it not be for a tortle to have a bag of holding built into its shell in some way?

@Ellri

A back of holding, if you will.

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

Cheap, hollow-core door, huh?

Hol' up we're bustin' thru.

(D&D 5E) The Tyranny of Dragons, Part 1; Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Vertigo That's fine. Slow is nice, on occasion. Just so long as you don't disappear on me XD

@CollectorOfMyst

No worries. I might be slow sometimes, but I'm not that easy to get rid of, heh. You guys will be stuck with the thieving birb 'til the end.

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

Sorry for the wait and the 1 AM post, @Alamantus, @Typical. Hopefully I'll be able to get into a faster reply pace soon, excited to see where this'll take us!

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

In retrospect, he probably should have given at least some kind of a warning before carelessly flicking the switch. Duncan was not at all prepared for the sudden onslaught of light that followed, and suspected the girl in the room wasn't, either. The light flooded the room in flickering waves, pushing aside the darkness that had once seemed endless.

For a moment, Duncan was sure he'd gone blind. For what felt like an eternity, he could see nothing but a sea of endless white. But then, ever so slowly, the room started to take form. Not that there was much to see; a countertop, cabinets, sink... and a drain? As he'd expected, there were no windows - but the decor did not make him think of a basement, either. What kinda room was this?

He hadn't yet decided one way or the other when a nervous voice reminded him that he wasn't alone - or the only one having second thoughts about Justin's involvement. With a quick, curious glance, he found the source of the (so far) disembodied voice; a girl head shorter than him, leaning against the opposing wall, almost as if cornered.

Surely enough, Pebs definitely didn't look like the type to hang around with Justin, much less go along with his crazy schemes. She seemed like a nice girl, with a vaguely 'girl next door' vibe going on. Maybe it was the freckles. It was definitely the freckles.

She seemed nervous. He didn't blame her.

"Yeah, 'bout that..." Duncan trailed off, crossing his arms in thought. He let his gaze wander around the strange room one more time, trailing along the plain walls, up to the peculiarly high ceiling - and back down to the seemingly misplaced drain. None of it looked befitting for a blind date, a prank one or otherwise. Too bad. "I might've jumped the gun there a little."

This wasn't Justin's doing. Or any of his friends', for that matter.

"Got no other guesses as to what's goin' on, though," Duncan didn't sound all that worried about it, his tone careless if vaguely thoughtful. He could feel a dozen unpleasant possibilities bubbling up somewhere in the back of his mind, but he kept them at bay by busying himself with a glance towards the door - and then back to Pebs.

"Whatever it is, I'm ready to bail. You with me, Pebs?" he pointed a thumb back at the door behind him and grinned. "Could really use a smoke right now."

Duncan recognized the familiar itch and the increasing discomfort it brought - but refused to acknowledge the cause. He just wanted a smoke. Not because he was nervous, or anything. Just... it had been a while.

With the promise of a good whiff ahead, Duncan reached for the handle to turn it and gave it a strong yank.

(D&D 5E) The Tyranny of Dragons, Part 1; Hoard of the Dragon Queen

More than once, Rhaeyla had thought of simply blurting out all the words she could think of at the moment, to add to Caw's word bank, but it hadn't seemed right to do so.

Rhayela is so precious, I can't.

The start of next week is going to be hectic city for me, but I'll get a post in latest on Thursday if I can't manage one today before bed.

Steampunk: Dragons and Battleships

Yeah, sorry, was outta commission yesterday, only getting to my replies today. Got that post in, hope it works!

Steampunk: Dragons and Battleships

Oh man. He was gonna be late.

Not because of oversleeping, or getting lost, or even having second thoughts about risking his neck out there in the open sky. Nah, nothing like that; Jaroslav had been up before sunrise, known exactly where in the city to head, and nothing under the sun could've convinced him to skip out on an adventure like this. No, rather, he was going to be late 'cause, well--- he'd fallen in love.

Jaroslav stopped in front of a yet another ship for the umpteenth time that morning, gaze trailing along its hull. This one was big, much more so than the small one-man boats he'd steered so far. He whistled, lingered, imagined how it would feel to ride something like that, and then promptly remembered he was supposed to be looking for a ship called the Drake. A few dedicated steps later, he spotted another docked beauty, and the cycle began anew.

By the time he finally spied a familiar combination of letters painted on a ship's side, everyone else was already present. Or so he assumed, anyway - he had taken his sweet-ass time, after all. The frigate was... far smaller than he'd imagined, honestly, especially in comparison to the large transport ships he'd admired earlier. The guns kinda made up for it, though. 'Sides, size wasn't everything; smaller ships were easier - and faster - to steer.

Jaro raised a hand in greeting and made his approach before he could be distracted again. He was getting pumped.

"Yo, this the Drake?" he gave the ship and its crew a quick glance-over, then grinned and swung his old, worn bag down without waiting for an invitation to do so - or an answer to his question. "Cool. I'll be your helmsguy; Jaroslav Moravec. You ever heard of The Blazer?" he jabbed a thumb in the direction of his chest, grin widening. "Same guy. Hope you ain't the type to get seasick."

Steampunk: Dragons and Battleships

He's been doing the exact same thing in a bunch of other rps as well, so I'm assuming he's either very clueless, or a troll.

And sure thing, I'll be able to get a post up tomorrow (Sat).