Yvette Larinyan (
poll_the_stars) wrote2015-08-26 03:17 pm
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Signs pointing to the nearest exits will not be provided.
There is a room that's dark and cold. It's made of stone, with a doorway cut into each of the four walls. At the room's center is some type of circle, carved into a raised platform. The only light comes from a slightly sad looking light fixture set into the ceiling.
Then the circle glows, brightening until it could rival the sun, humming and shaking the room around it. There is a buildup of energy of some kind...
And then it stops, returning to as it was before.
Except, now it contains two women.
One of them has pointed ears and red hair. She looks around in quite a lot of alarm.
Then the circle glows, brightening until it could rival the sun, humming and shaking the room around it. There is a buildup of energy of some kind...
And then it stops, returning to as it was before.
Except, now it contains two women.
One of them has pointed ears and red hair. She looks around in quite a lot of alarm.
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Also some of its heads are not caught and are snapping ominously. What do?
(Oh god damn it, it's another door.
Keep the other things at bay, skip straight to trying to make this new type of creature dead. Sonic burst? Flash of light? Nope. Okay. She doesn't think she has enough control with heat craft to say kill it with fire at this distance.
But it is coming from behind them. Maybe she can lay a trap...)
She retrieves one of the dart plants on her person. Loki's busy right now, and she's not doing anything obvious. Feed it a bit with some water, turn it into a little glob to hold the small amount of water so it can grow while she's not watching it, fling it down the hallway in that direction. It would plop, but she silences the plop. Now. Grow. Grow grow grow grow grow, you need to murder a thing soon.
(Wall. Footsteps. They are starting to lose interest in the footsteps and listening for other things - she can start adding voices, that might help...)
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Loki forms Lævateinn into an axe. She wants to chop it in half beyond where it branches. If she has to push her coordination to jump over it and land where she can get a good shot, that's fine.
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It misses her when it attempts to bite her, and then it is bisected, and having a very bad day. The creature hisses in pain, writhing a bit, but it is suddenly losing a lot of blood. Those are its death throes.
(Grow grow grow, sound of voices, wall, fake doorway over there, let's have you run into a wall you big stupid monster, footsteps, wall, voices, grow grow grow...)
Inavet is in that corner where Loki left her, eyes closed and face scrunched in concentration.
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"No, we need to go that way," says Inavet, pointing in a direction that is away from everything she's giving hell.
Up she gets, with a bit of urgency.
She considers. Does she really want to hide things anymore from her only ally here? Not really.
"... I'm magic, and I have been giving everything after us a very bad day ever since the first door opened," she says, in a rush. "The pain sounds were me, along with why most haven't found us yet. I have illusions and sound and a sort of area awareness, and some other things that are slightly less relevant, and I just made a trap there," she points, "for one of the newer ones. The maze seems to be learning what I can do and adjusting accordingly. It is concerning."
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"I can heal myself a bit, but it's hard to do other things while I'm doing that." Running. Wall, voices, screech of pain from over there, wall, hello beastie you've activated my trap card, and then there is the sound of something far away struggling and dying while screeching.
"Got it. Ha," she says, once the sounds of a thing dying stop.
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Running, hell given to monsters, then she slows to a walk and tilts her head.
".. Found water. Could be a trap. I can't tell from here. Thoughts?"
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Scratching the ground as they go, Loki follows her.
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They are walking at a steady clip instead of running now. Pointless to waste their energy if the maze might have more in store for them.
"There hasn't been a door opening in a while," she observes. "Meaning no new monsters have been released. This might be good, or... It might be very very bad."
(She continues keeping the current monsters busy.)
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That is the name of the kind of creature now. A slithery.
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