Character Castle 2.0
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*guiltily walks in*
Oops, I disappeared. Where am I and who with?
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hehe! Hacking a hole in the ceiling sounds great!
Um, I think you were just standing around, so do whatever you want, lol. I gotta get Ahab straitened out in here anyway… He’s probably buried in medical science, so I’ll go pull him out.
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Ahab nosed his way through book after book, looking for a clue of some kind. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but doing was better than nothing. He was actually panicking. Helplessness is not a nice feeling, especially when you always want to be in control. His heart was racing and his fingers trembled as he turned the pages.
He tried to block out the noises everybody else was making so he could concentrate on…. Whatever he was doing. The others, however, sounded like they were having a fiasco. There was so much hacking and grunting and squealing (from mister spider monkey), that he could take it no longer and flung the book he was skimming through (How to Block the Sounds of Human Pain — A Guide for Primitive Doctors) across the room in irritation.
He was about to demand that everybody be quiet — though he knew it wouldn’t work — when he noticed what they were doing. The Gnat had weakened the ceiling, Ax-Kid was hacking through it, and Monkey boy was doing whatever he was doing. Ahab crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. But inwardly, he was pretty impressed. They were working together, which was the way to go. He just hoped the castle wasn’t compacting itself on all the floors, and that the ceiling wasn’t too thick and led to another room instead of an attic or the outside or some other deadly trap.
But he hadn’t found any information, and knew there was a one in a five-thousand chance he would actually find the book that contained a clue if there even was one. So he decided to help because he needed it. Not for the others’ sake, but for himself. If they got out, fine. If they didn’t? No biggie. He didn’t really like to see others die, he didn’t exactly like killing — he didn’t do it for the fun of it — but if it was his life versus someone else’s, well, the choice was quickly resolved.
He knew he’d feel silly, but he had to do something; and feeling silly one moment was better than being dead the next. He quickly sorted through several ideas, and then marched over to the Ax-kid, Gnat, and monkey.
“Need a lift?”
The girl looked at him warily with two hands on her ax, and the Gnat hummed something inteligible. Monkey said some crude remarks that everybody ignored. Ahab rolled his eyes and smiled. “You could stand on my shoulders to chop at the ceiling.”
They blinked their eyes at him, and Ahab reached up an arm and touched the ceiling with his fingers. “You can stand on my shoulders and hack. Easy. I won’t dump you, or anything. I want to get out of this myself. But we’d better start moving. Choose to trust me if you want, or not. If mister presto can bring you up there himself, fine. I’m just here to offer my assistance, nothing more, nothing less. You can take it as a compliment I even see your plan as worth carrying out.”
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Yeah, I think Wingiby’s right. You still with the rest of us.
I love your posts, Wingiby! You are such a great writer!!! I’ll try to crank out a post today, too.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Thank you so much, Thwapling! *shy smile* And no need to hurry, it certainly took me long enough 😛
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Lol, you’re fine! I mean, you just moved. If I were you, it would’ve taken me AGES to post!
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Just when Colma was about to start screaming curses in Russian from frustration, Fly Guy buzzed next to her ear. “I got a way out but I need your help,” he announced.
“How?” Colma asked suspiciously.
“If I can get you up to that spot, you could bust it open,” he explained as he pointed his sword at a jagged outline of a circle on the ceiling.
Before she could answer, Massive Man marched over and asked, “Need a lift?”
Surprised and a little leery, Colma stared at him. So far, he had appeared to be ignoring them as he rummaged through piles of books, but now he was trying to help them.
Rolling his eyes, he smiled and elaborated, “You could stand on my shoulders to chop at the ceiling.” He brushed the ceiling with his fingers, which impressed Colma because it was so high. “You can stand on my shoulders and hack, easy,” he continued, “I won’t dump you or anything. I want to get out of this myself. But we’d better start moving. Choose to trust me if you want, or not. If mister pesto can bring you up there himself, fine. I’m just here to offer my assistance, nothing more, nothing less. You can take it as a compliment that I even see your plan as worth carrying out.”
Colma’s temper flared. How dare he talk so condescendingly to her, as if she was beneath him and just a little kid with silly ideas. But this was no time for pride. She remembered what her mother used to tell her: “Pride goeth before the fall.” At the memory of her mother, a million emotions roared through her. Sorrow. Betrayal. Love. Anger. Regret.
Pushing them down, Colma turned to Massive Man and set her jaw. “Fine. Let’s do it.”
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Somebody hurled their weapon into the weakened ceiling hard enough to crack bits and splinters across the shrinking room. At the blast, Ehud stuffs two rather thick books into his now partially zipped jacket and vaulted into the dust showered hole. Coughing, he grappled the edge and half-way cartwheeled onto the next floor, landing in an upside down ball.
“Is anybody else comin’ up?! It’s…I think it’s safe…er!” Flopping back into a sitting position, he rubbed the back of his head and peered over at the hole. “Is everybody ok?!”
No answer for a couple seconds. Ehud dropped onto his stomach and stretched his hand out as far as he could for somebody to grab it. In almost no time there was a yank that nearly sent him careening back down. He jerked back up as hard as he could, gritting his teeth with the effort.
“Careful-!” he gasped “the edge is–pretty rough–you could really–rip ya skin up-on it-!”
He could feel the weight lessen as whoever he helped up propelled herself off the roof of the ceiling and crawled up, refusing any further aid from him. Ehud breathed a sigh of relief when it wasn’t Miss Murder.
“Oh, Axe Girl! You’re ok!” He suddenly realized he called her “Axe Girl” outloud and paled a little then reddened. “Uh, who else’s down there?! Is everybody getting up ok?! Are you ok?! Nothing hurt?! Everything ok?!”
He flooded her with stupid questions hoping she missed his first exclamation. Miss Murder seemed to be making her way up, Flying Tom Thumb was still down there coaching everybody, was Super Villain going to be ok climbing up with all those heavy muscles? That thought made Ehud stifle a laugh. But that made Axe Girl look at him funny.
“Oh…uh” That was probably one of those things that sounded funnier in his head. Ehud swapped topics. “I stuffed a whole pack of gum in the barrel of Miss Mur…I stuffed a whole pack of gum in the barrel of her gun!”
@wingiby-iggiby, i just died when you said mister spider monkey 😀To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Thanks for understanding! I may not be posting as frequently now since we’re getting busier, but I’ll definitely try to stay up to date 😉
And I’m glad Colma agreed to have Ahab help, ’cause that just made things a whole lot easier!
I know, right? 😛 Well, when Ehud called her “ax-girl” out loud, that was just hysterical! It was bound to happen sooner or later, what with us all making up names for everybody!
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Erin looked up at the hole in the ceiling.
Okay, that won’t be hard to climb out of.
She started to shove at the nearest shelf over to it, which took a lot of muscle. It was hard.
After getting it as close as possible, she began scaling the shelves.
“I stuffed a whole pack of gum in the barrel of Miss Mur…I stuffed a whole pack of gum in the barrel of her gun!” Said Nervous Guy.
Wait, what? Erin grasped the shelf with one hand, unslung her gun from her shoulder and stared at it with the other.
“You did what?” I glared at him.
Then the shelf started tipping over.
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Ahab gave the girl a bit of a boost as she clambered into the hole after Mr. Monkey, who apparently had gotten hold of his inherited climbing skills. Gnat was nowhere to be seen, but that was of no consequence considering he could hardly be seen anyway. Ahab was just glad the girl had permitted his assistance without much trouble and a way out was now available: the castle was speeding itself up. The walls were moving faster. The shelves were gaining ground, and they were losing it.
Ahab was about to reach for the edge of the hole when he heard a grinding noice (other than the moving walls) and turned to see Miss Hoity-toity laboriously pushing a shelving unit underneath the cavity in the ceiling. He crossed his arms and didn’t offer to help, seeing she would instantly growl at him to get out of the way anyhow. He would’ve helped, though, because he wanted to get out of there as soon as humanly possible.
He looked at the wall where the shelving had been out of curiosity, but it was just a plain, ordinary wall — unlike everything else so far. He watched as Miss Supercilious started to climb the book-shelves. He heard a snippet of conversation from the girl and the monkey above.
“–Miss Mur…I stuffed a whole pack of gum in the barrel of her gun!”
Ahab had not been paying much attention to whatever they had been saying earlier, but now he was. The “gun” must be the stick Miss Fancy-pants wielded with such authority, and whatever “gum” was, it mustn’t be very good. So something not very good must have been done to her “gun,” for now Miss Uppity exclaimed, “Wait, what? You did what?”
And she promptly unslung the weapon from her shoulder to inspect it. Ahab nearly snorted, for it was a very dumb move. The shelf started to wobble unsteadily and commenced to tip over. Ahab probably would have let it crash to the floor had he not been in a desperate hurry — the walls were now inching along even faster.
He put a shoulder to the unit and grunted, “get up already! You weigh more than you look.”
Miss Snob gave him a withering stare before grasping the jagged edge of the hole and pulling herself over. Ahab gave the others no time to think about doing something — covering the hole, firing weapons, etc. — to leave him behind, and propelled himself off the tumbling shelf toward the ceiling, where he was able to get his elbows on the edge of the hole.
He kicked his legs a few times, since there was nothing under them and he had forgotten, then scrambled to get into the room. The others let him up, and he got to his feet as soon as he could. But they were not watching him: they were watching the room below.
Ahab leaned over and peered down. The shelving units were now basically running as fast as they could (which was not exactly very fast, but much speedier than aforementioned). When they met each other, they crashed together like rogue waves and sprayed books like foam with a loud, woody BANG! that seemed to echo in the room.
All couldn’t help but to think what might have happened had they been sandwiched between them.
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.I hope I didn’t post to much stuff happening, I guess I just wanted to get them all out of the room. 😀
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Allen took a deep breath. They were alive but he felt like the adventure was just beginning.
“If I could make a suggestion, I believe it would be wise NOT to claim ownership of the castle. Someone does not like it.” joked Allen.
“Agreed.”
“Now that that is behind us, we should introduce ourselves. I am Allen Zeiss, cadet in the American Fey Army, at your service.”
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
Nice!! Finally, I can start referring to everyone as their actual names, lol. XD I’m working on my post right now.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
And @wingiby-iggiby I don’t think you made too much stuff happen! I loved your post; I thought it was awesome!!
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
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