Character Castle 2.5
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“Oh Lucy,” Arsene exclaimed in high falsetto “I didn’t know you identified as a woman.”
“Did you just assume my gender, Maria?” Alessio said without missing a beat.
And. This continued. For a while because each of them had an ever more sassy response and refused to be outplayed.
“Hey!” Sir Scary interrupted and Alessio jumped back just as the man sent a swift kick at Arsene’s…Alessio winced hard. “I may not be able to harm Alessio yet, but I’m more than capable of beating you up.”
Alessio was…immune for now?
“Leave him alone!!” Alessio yelled, fire sparking through his hair. Between them now, he glanced back at Arsene who was out of Sir Scary’s reach now and looked to be nursing wounded pride more than hurt.
Then he got an idea. An awful idea, the grinch got a wonderful, awful idea…
“*cough* I mean ‘her’, I shall defend you, helpless damsel having lost manhood in one fell blow.” Oh yeah, he was going to keep up until he got punched… “How dare you harm a frail, feminine flower such as Sarah, sir?”
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“Well if anyone knows what they are doing, let’s get going.” Said a new voice and Nathair looked up.
New characters just never stop coming…
“Hello, stranger!” King Miles called (though “king” hardly fit his casual air) “What is your name? And where did you come from?”
These people were just so stupidly friendly, he’d never met anything like it. Were they fools? Was this the manner of conversation for an entirely different culture? Perhaps they had never been in a war? He just couldn’t make them out.
“My name is Caleb Leckie, good sir.” Said the newcomer. “I hail from Lestram, a shire of Koral. How I got here exactly escapes my mind. I would like to return home if any of you happen to know the way.”
Why was everyone so free with information?
So strangely naïve for their situation…
The newcomer was fairly brawny – good in a fight, assumably. Not rich looking, had the homey soon of country air. Those who stay out of politics and focus on what’s immediately in front of them and somehow retain that simplistic attitude with no drawbacks. He’d probably be a pretty good asset if allied.
@rusted-knight, @ethan-leonardTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“*cough* I mean ‘her’, I shall defend you, helpless damsel having lost manhood in one fell blow.” What the heck? “How dare you harm a frail, feminine flower such as Sarah, sir?”
“He is a rather charming female, now that I look at it.”
“Shut up, Persephone.”
F*ck, if he was hearing Persephone, then it was only a matter of time before the Bloodlust activated. Resolve this quietly.
“He doesn’t need help, Alessio.”
“There’s no Alessio here,” oh f*ck, shut up, “My name is Margret.”
“Alessio’s a nice name you know!” Arsene called out with a smile, having discovered Alessio’s name.
Oh, shut up. Everything in his head was screaming to tear that stupid b*tch apart. Sure, it was stupid to kill over something as silly as this, but the Bloodlust didn’t discriminate. If his spite and anger got out of control, the Bloodlust would trigger.
He could not have that happen again.
“I am married to a very dangerous woman. So, if you’re that insistent on being a girl, Get these handcuffs#__off^f&m*e.”
Hades was caught off guard by the static-like sound that overtook his voice. These were signs of the Bloodlust. At the bottom of his heart, Hades hoped it wouldn’t activate.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“He doesn’t need help, Alessio.”
Alessio was about to pop off with something “clever” but then he realized with panic…
“What Alessio? My name’s Margret.” He said hastily as if to cover up before Arsene notic –
“Alessio’s a nice name you know!” Arsene called out triumphantly. Devils! For an instant he felt completely cornered, even though it was a stupid thing to be so worried about at this point!
“I am married to a very dangerous woman. So, if you’re that insistent on being a girl, Get these handcuffs#__off^f&m*e.”
Alessio ducked reflexively, bracing for a blow. Even after nothing happened his heart thudded wildly, nauseatingly. His jaw tightened but he was just frustrated with flight/fight/freeze constantly trying to override his existence.
Ok, better drop it before he does die. Wait –
“You’re married??” He blurted before he caught himself. Alessio bit his lip, stifling the urge to rub his jaw and trying very hard to turn invisible. “Ah…I mean…”
She must have very low standards.
Alessio was dying with the effort not to make another annoying remark. But he didn’t want to actually die so he bit his knuckles practically vibrating with contained anxiety and sarcasm.
“Why aren’t these handcuffs off now?” Alessio said in a strained voice. “Anyway what’s your actual name Arsene?”
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
So.
There is another person here. Some punk in armor that clinks stupid-loudly.
I wriggle my foot and listen.
“Ah, we were just making an alliance to kill whatever monstrosity transported us here,” what’s-his-name says in an easy tone. The same kind that Grimme uses when she’s about to kick butt. “Would you be willing to join?”
“Who are you?” Stranger punk says. “What is this place? And what monstrosity?”
All of these are good questions and I’ve already lost interest in the conversation.
So. Bandages. I need bandages.
And a new boot. Like, I needed that yesterday.
I take my staff and tap the ground in front of me.
Yep. Solid. Like you should reasonably expect. Ya’know, instead of constant holes in reality.
The two punks are still jawing. I show my true colors and skedaddle.
I’m a scout. and there’s a rush of air I need to investigate.
Gotta say, both punks set me off like an Apotheosis in one of Search’s church meets.
Which is a bad thing, case you punks don’t know.
Cause they, ya’know, tried to kidnap her.
I thread out my smoke when they are a good bit behind me.
Wow. This is a big room.
Stalactites drip water onto stalagmites. Plink. Plink. Plink. Like it’s trying to make music.
Probably shouldn’t blow up anything here. In case there’s a body of water in the wrong place.
(I actually have done that before. Grimme yelled at me for weeks. It was glorious. And then she told Oscar and they both yelled at me. That wasn’t glorious. I was grounded and had to stay in the CITY for WEEKS.)
Yeah. I’ll find the opening – we’ll need it if we’re to beat the Punk in charge of this … torture chamber.
Then I’ll come back and get them. Maybe.
Or they can follow my blood trail.
Whichever happens first.
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
My brother said the Castle was too slow. So, I’m going to speed things up.
🙂🙂🙂
😈😈😈😈Amnesia sat on his throne. A sudden burst of power disrupted the Mirror of Fear, meaning he could assume she was coming back. He never expected to see her again. While she wasn’t whole, she would be if the two halves met. But that didn’t matter. That power would become available to group two. He needed to hurry.
Picking up his odachi (an eight foot one), Amnesia arose. Slashing in an X shaped motion, Amnesia opened a portal. Passing through it, Amnesia entered the Mirror of Vengeance. Affecting the area, Amnesia caused the room to cave in.
“If your burning vengeance is so great, then come and defeat me.”
The room would collapse behind them. If they wished to live, they’d chase him through the infinite number of tunnels the place had. As they were now, they’d never be able to defeat him, but that wouldn’t stop them from trying.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
The thundering in the sky told Hades he needed to hurry.
“YOU’RE MARRIED!” Alessio blurted out.
In a tensed voice, Hades answered. “Yes.”
This sounded familiar.
“She must have very low standards.”
Oh, <b>this d*mn brat was annoying.</b>
“Why aren’t these handcuffs off now?” Alessio said in a strained voice. “Anyway, what’s your actual name Arsene?”
There was a loud clap of thundered, followed by rain pouring down hard.
“Why do I always get the short end of the stick?”
Reflexively, Hades face palmed, when something landed on his head. Hades took his hand away from his face in surprise, when something else clocked him in the head.
Hades frowned at the object, before his expression changed to bewilderment.
“A bow and arrow set? What the h*ll???”
This was followed by something else falling on his head. It felt sharp, but bounced harmlessly of his head. By now, Hades had a glare on his face (although the mask made it harder to tell).
A knife? Were people just trying to give him bad luck?
Immediately, Alessio snatched these items, like they were made of gold. Well, Hades didn’t want them and that took care of the weapon problem.
“Shelter would probably be good right about now.”
(Alessio has his bow, quiver, and knife back. You’re welcome!”
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“If your burning vengeance is so great, then come and defeat me.”
So. That sounded ominous.
And sure enough, a verrry ominous crack sounded overhead.
“Before we begin coming up with a plan, might I propose running very fast?” Nathair said calmly. Until – that is – a slab of stone crashed from the ceiling. “Right now!”
He shoved the first person nearby forward to the tunnel ahead. Miles, Caleb…devils where was that blind guy!?!
Nathair didn’t really think about it, he made a dash for it.
The opposite direction from everyone else, following a trail of blood.
A very obvious trail except for the crashing scenery and all. There’d be a lot more blood if he didn’t find that stupid idiot soon!
Distrust is one thing but did he really think he’d manage on his own right now, even if he wasn’t blind and injured?
It wasn’t long before he stumbled into a spacious room crumbling at the seams. Stalagmites crash into the floor. Devils, why’d he have to run off!? And why’d Nathair have to go after him!?!?! He honestly couldn’t tell which of them was the bigger idiot today.
The room’s thinly misted with transparent smoke, hardly even noticeable.
There he was.
Nathair glanced down at the blood pooling under the blind guy’s foot.
“And where do you think you’re going?” The wizard asked, right behind him, just far enough to be safely out of reach. They were completely alone now in a crashing cavern. “Haven’t you heard of safety in numbers?”
Nathair pulled something out of his pocket with a smirk.
Don’t worry it was just bandages that he promptly threw in the blind guy’s face.
“You’re worse than the kid.” He mumbled.
*Me: Nathair we have got to talk about your bedside manner.
Nathair: I know it’s flawless, isn’t it?*
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“Yes.” Sir Scary answered tensely. Alessio bit his lower lip. Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it Nithel would not want you to say it…
“Were you the…last person on the face of the earth when you proposed to her?” He asked…coughed, rubbed his jaw and instantly tried to “cover up” for saying that by blurting out questions to Arsene.
It thundered.
Aaaand then started pouring rain.
Alessio sighed theatrically. It wasn’t enough for me to be handcuffed to my would-be murderer, nooo now I have to be drowned before I get murdered!!
Thwank!
Alessio flinched as a…bow???? landed right in front of him???? His bow! He instantly snatched them, shielding the objects with his body as he glanced up at Sir Scary. The man would have to pry his bow from his cold dead corpse, it was a gift from his brother, it and his knife. That’s the only thing he has left of his brother right now.
“Soo…is there a…cave or something out of the rain anywhere around here…?” Alessio asked in a small voice.
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“Did … did you just throw bandages at me? Punk did you actually just throw bandages at me?!”
I cannot emphasize enough how vitally important it is for me to focus on this right now.
Ya’know, as opposed to the end of the world in the form of a cave-in.
It’s a common threat punk! I know it is. I always figured that’s how I’d go, what with my determination to roam the Edgelands.
And it’s not even a surprise! It’s a dead cave! Everyone knows that when living rocks aren’t living anymore, they shrink! And then, guess what, there’s a cave-in!
I’m – frankly – surprised this place lasted long enough to make stalactites and stalagmites. It’s so rare and so unreal!
“Why in the Endless Sea would you throw bandages at me!? Do you have pebbles for brains?! Huh punk?!”
And if he think’s he’s out of striking distance, he’s wrong. Because smoke happens to be vary mobile.
Only instead of slapping him or something, I’m hauling him out from under a collapsing stalactite.
I mean, he did give me bandages. Not that I know where they are anymore, but Search says it’s the thought that counts.
I miss Search.
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
“Did…did you just throw bandages at me?” The blind guy said with such pure incredulous indignation Nathair was dying. “Punk did you actually just throw bandages at me?!”
He’d expected throwing bandages at the guy to get a reaction, but he hadn’t expected this reaction and he honestly didn’t regret it in the slightest.
“Why in the Endless Sea would you throw bandages at me!? Do you have pebbles for brains?! Huh punk?!”
Nathair laughed, probably further infuriating the man. But honestly, of all the times to be angry at someone, while the entire cavern is crashing on top of them really doesn’t sound like the best time.
People who acted as expected were boring – whatever he was, the blind guy was not boring.
“You know you could’ve just caught them I didn’t think you were that useless.” Nathair was starting to point out – mostly just to annoy – when a loud crack sounded above him. “Oh that’s unfortunate.”
Snap!
Before he could think, Nathair was knocked back to the floor as stalagmites shattered in front of him. He landed on his back, stunned. Did he just…?
“I had that under control.” He said, assuming a miffed expression. Actually, he was stunned with the idea this guy actually wanted to save his life. That man was certainly making a habit of doing the unexpected…
“Surrrre, punk.” Blind Guy retorted
“You can’t run fast enough with that foot,” Nathair noted with a smirk “you want me to drag you on my back or princess-carry you?”
*Nathair I swear you’re begging to get stabbed*
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
CRASH
Miles watched in horror as a section of the ceiling began crumbling and fell to the floor. Suddenly someone shoved him down a tunnel along with a few others. Miles stumbled in and came to a stop before assessing the situation.
“Where are the others?” Miles shouted above the din. “Where are they?!?”
Caleb motioned back towards the cavern. Miles took one look, raised his shield above his head, and charged towards the opening.
At the entrance, he looked around till he spotted the other two missing men standing in the middle of falling rock and debris, arguing. Suddenly a stalactite fell and knocked Nathair to the ground.
Seeing this, Miles ran out of the tunnel and raced towards them. When he reached them, he could see that Blind Guy was bleeding, but Nathair seemed fine. Grabbing Blind Guy and throwing him over his shoulder, he pulled Nathair to his feet and helped him back to the tunnel, sheltering them with his shield.
When they reached the tunnel, Nathair raced into it, Miles followed. He placed Blind Guy on the ground and immediately began applying bandages to his wounds.
Sorry I haven’t been on lately I’ve been busy
Sorry I haven’t been on lately I’ve been busy
That’s okay. Everyone has been busy.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Caleb saw a trickle of dust fall in front of him as he finished his bow. The jaw jarring crash kicked him into high gear. Funny thing, time slows when you are high on adrenaline. Someone pushed Caleb forward. Fight or flight was engaged and the coin landed on flight. The rumbling death was very loud now.
“Where are the others? Where are they?!?”
Caleb waved forward. He didn’t really care if the others had made it. He wanted to live. He yelled as the dust bellowed around him. Rocks hit him all over, bruising him. The pain only made Caleb run faster. The rumbling slows and stops. Caleb stopped too and realized how heavy he was breathing. A deep burning sensation powering coughs that did nothing really. Then the queasiness that forced him to sit.
Two of the strangers were yelling at each other. The receding adrenaline dulled his ears so he missed the exacts of what they were saying. Something about bands maybe. The hussar had moved over and was wrapping cloth around injures. Caleb felt his own wounds. Scrapes and bruises, nothing more serious than he usually got at work. He wished he was home.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
Sherlock, to say the least, was not happy with Arsene. When the ran started to pour, Arsene’s grin became livelier. It gave Sherlock a really bad feeling he was going to do something stupid. And here was the reason why. Arsene had thrown a black inverness cape on, which made him look ridiculously rich. It also hid his wildcard clothing and, if his mask was removed, made him look more like a gentleman than a thief.
“Come on, I’m going to get us shelter.”
Oh boy, here we go. What stupid thing was he going to do now?
For about thirty minutes, the group waited in an alleyway, each one improvising their own shelter. Crorie, of course that empty head would, had her umbrella, which she opened. Ugh, he wanted to slap her across the face for that.
After a half hour of waiting in the rain, Arsene came back.
“Where have you been, you twit?”
Arsene smirked. “I was arranging a couple hotel rooms for us.”
Following Arsene’s lead, they walked up to a hotel. Not just any hotel, but a huge, luxurious hotel. The kind only filthy rich people could get into.
Entering, Arsene directed the group inside. Greeting the door man there, Arsene said in his most haughty voice possible. “Dear sir, now that my companions and I are soaking wet, please give me the keys to our rooms.”
The man, evidently confused at how the numbskull swordsman and brat were handcuffed together, spoke. “Of course, give me your names please.”
Arsene, gasping and looking very offended, responded in a shocked voice. “Tell you my name! Tell you my name! Why, do you not recognize Thurston Howell the Third when you see him!? My dear boy, I think you need to cool off.”
Immediately, Arsene shook his cape, showering EVERYONE in that vicinity. Although Sherlock would have loved to kick Arsene in the foot for that, he couldn’t help but notice Arsene had pulled something out of his cloak.
“My card, if you will.”
The man took the card, looking at it in a very puzzled manner. Sherlock saw how Arsene had picked a key off the rack, while the man was distracted.
“Oh well,” Arsene said in a weary voice, “I guess I’ll have to seek out my friend, Mr. R.E. Morgan.”
Leading them to an elevator, Arsene sighed in his most exhausted way possible. “Goodbye.”
Seriously, that actually worked. How long would it take for the fool to figure out he was scammed.
Oh well, anyone who fell for that deserved to get scammed.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
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