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Post by Nako on Feb 20, 2011 22:43:22 GMT -5
Battle plan? Really? They were all just…. standing there, balking out the door like animals. Davy let out a soft sigh and looked around. After seeing a crazy monster leap out of a window, what could really be the worst behind this door? (Or he assumed was a monster, or a crazy card. He hardly got a good look at it before it jumped) Hopefully he wouldn't regret that thought.
He pushed to the front of the crowd, easily enough since he was quadruped and a chipmunk. Heh, a hell of a time for something like that to be a benefit instead of annoyance. "Here, I'll open it. If something starts ta eat me face, drag me back. How's that for a plan?"
He boldly stepped forward, but was not quite so daring when he reached his hand out. He swallowed thickly, sucking in a quick breath before getting up the gall to grab the key. If nothing happened, he'd actually turn it
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 20, 2011 22:51:23 GMT -5
((The key gave Davy's hand a definite and massive electric jolt! The door opens to reveal an incredible flight of stairs that goes upward into darkness while the Midori-dweller collapses, convulsing madly on the floor, little bolts dancing over his fur and every hair on his body standing straight up.
His mind goes completely blank...and then surges back into focus. He realizes that he a acquired a new ability a day ago...it certainly explains the carriage issue with his Mother.
Ghosts Ability: Once a month, he is able to, when under extreme stress, create another version of himself, it will puppet all of his normal movements in order to confuse...or calm others, into thinking he is still with them while he freaks out or breaks down elsewhere. The first time was ripped out of him and seems confusing, but once he's regained control of himself, he will be able to communicate telepathically with anyone touching this double for the time that it lasts; one hour. After this time, it will vanish, leaving only the slight smell of burning weed on the air.
His shocked mind will also find that the doorknob has cursed him.
Knob Curse: Ooooh, not supposed to touch that, were we? Ah well. Shame on you. Once a month, this Card will have a complete fit, small shots of electricity shooting over their entire bodies as they convulse on the floor. Better not let anyone else touch them...the shock to their brains would be horrible! Though this fit does not damage their brain, it does tire them, lasts for a full hour (though the first time lasts only a minute), and causes them to be terribly dazed after ward.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 21, 2011 0:33:39 GMT -5
Conall watched and gave no protest as the chipmunk decided to go and turn the key. He wasn't afraid of something eating their face, he was more afraid of the key being a trick. Suits only knew what someone could do to a key or a door knob considering a thread had attacked him earlier.
And lo and beyond something happened to Davy.
The Heart couldn't help but smirk a little once he was over the initial surprise of the curse. The door had opened, exposing a set of stairs that seemed to fade into darkness. His fur stood up in a few places. There was something or someone in the attic. It was hard to forget those whispers.
He looked to the adults. They really were going to just waltz up there. Well, they were adults and between them they should be fine right. He eyed the Club. "And that would be why I asked about a battle plan."
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Devi remained mostly silent. She looked at all the various doors. The Palace of Hearts was quiet pretty, though it was still terribly strange. She lagged when going up the stairs, thanks to her binding, but she did her best to stay with Wulfram.
She watched in alarm as the chipmunk was shocked a let out a squawk of surprise.
This was another reason to stay close to Wulfram wasn't it? The young woman edged closer to the Queen of Spades when the strange boy spoke. She didn't want to go up those stairs, but she didn't want to leave Wulfram's side either.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 21, 2011 12:28:31 GMT -5
Malachior arched a brow at Wulfram's attentions to the puffin girl. There was certainly something odd going on between. Wulfram never acted so gently unless he had alterior motives. Well, he'd treated Lenore somewhat like that but he hadn't seen the girl since he... released... her.
Whatever the case, Malachior knew better than to pry too deeply. He was simply happy to have some young blood to do his work and, honestly, the inner workings of a Tulgey's mind were as strange as their Wood. It was much more beneficial to continue on in blissful ignorance than to try to understand that maze.
Nevertheless, he insisted on bandaging the Tulgey's leg while introductions and explanations were passed around. At least this way he would continue trailing blood around the Palace.
Wulfram was pleased.
Despite the momentary scare things seemed to be increasing in his favor. Devi appeared to have forgive him for his 'scary moment' with Vaska and now he had Malachior as well as a fellow Tulgey near at hand. The insanity the others described and the strange Ace that had leapt /through/ the window were all unfortunate but so far some of the least of his problems. His entire previous group had been /sucked/ out of a window. Everything else was currently feeling a little tame.
Expect that Her Majesty Xiven seemed to be suffering some insanity. Hm. Not finding Xiven appeared to have been their luckiest break of the day.
Now they had arrived at the entry way to the attic and the Club Chipmunk, Davy, was shoving toward the door. "You probably shouldn't..." Before he could finish his statement, Davy turned the key and abruptly collapsed in an electric seizure. Wulfram shook his head in mock sorrow, the hint of a grin touching the edges of his beak as he finished his sentence. "touch that with your bare hands." Behind him he heard the Tulgey snake snickering.
So much for that but now the door was open. He gave Devi a reassuring pat and drew her ever so slightly closer to him as he watched the boy seizure. He wasn't going to touch him with electricity crackling through his fur and, thankfully, the others seemed of the same idea to keep back. Eventually the boy seemed to recover, good.
Malachior crouched down beside Davy, making sure the boy could track the movement of his fingers and maintain simple reasoning. Both were intact despite the massive jolt he must've endured. "You're lucky, boy, and you managed to get the door open. Think you can stand on your own?"
Once it was obvious the Midori boy wasn't going to keel over on them, Lucius moved to the foot of the stairs and peered up into the darkness. They were obviously looking at the entrance to the attic. He wasn't particularly inclined to risk himself for this ragtag group of failures, but if they had no other choice in getting out of this...
He started up the stairs and hoped the others were following.
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Post by Nako on Feb 21, 2011 18:59:16 GMT -5
Davy made a series of pained noises that might have sounded like Midori curses… but really it was up to interpretation as he writhed on the ground. It was a horrible sensation, one that made his brain feel absolutely numb and his body helpless.
Worse than ghosting.
Speaking of which….
He suddenly shot straight up, still twitching and jolting strongly from the minute-long effect. Well, at least the situation made sense not.
"Worse. Than what I thought. My double. A new spell. Gah…. Dis be the real world after all, not a dream. Not an alternate plane. Migad. Would have preferred it the other way…"
He shrugged off Malchior's help, stumbling to his feet. His muscles ached and felt weak. Perhaps that wasn't the best idea.
"Had to be somebody." He muttered, feeling a bit defensive. At least the door was open.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 21, 2011 19:23:16 GMT -5
Conall watched with mild amusement as the chipmunk tried to defend his actions. He supposed that was the case, to a degree, but who knew what the adults had in their arsenal.
Lucius was apparently going to go up the stairs first. Better him than anyone else. The young boy followed him, making sure that he was a few steps away. If the man fell he didn't particularly want to impale someone behind him.
He really needed some sort of covering for his back. He quietly ascended the stairs. There was a queasy feeling in the bit of his stomach. This really was a bad idea, wasn't it?
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Devika cooed a bit when she was given the reassuring pat. She felt bad for the poor boy, but there was nothing she could honestly do. Watching quietly she waited for the directions of the Tulgey Queen.
She couldn't really do much, and of course she would be the last one to go up the steps thanks to her ball and chain. She followed them all up the stairs as quietly as she could.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 21, 2011 19:31:15 GMT -5
(( Upon moving up the stairs...they can hear what sounds like arguing...and a scream They enter into an attic, thick dust covering everything, as though it hasn't been entered in a very long time. Over on the far side is sheet-covered furniture and what looks like...broken hat racks? How odd. Lucius and Malachoir will find, to their surprise, a very...familiar figure up there...in a door that looks like it would be quite well-hidden...wee it to be closed.
This thread will be picking up over here.
decadentsuits.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=diamondcourtrp&action=display&thread=7357&page=22
Looks like the groups found something amiss in the Court of Hearts...but what's all this riff-raff in here?))~Nathalia
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Post by Yuiven on Mar 1, 2011 22:05:27 GMT -5
The hallway seemed to be empty, abandoned after the confrontation between a titled Queen of Spades and a boy who was a distant member of the current royal family of Hearts. The irrefutable victor had taken a part of the vanquished, a wing claw, with him before parting company with his bizarre entourage and heading into the night. Darkness enshrouded the area like a pall, concealing the atrocity which was committed not so long ago, except whenever lightning would strike. For only an instant shards of glass from a broken window refracted the light in multiple directions, brightening the small murky rivers of blood trickling over the floor, then hastily cloaked in darkness again, as if somebody had deemed such a sight too horrible to see. The dark erased most of the details, until another flash of light exposed gangly legs and raggedy wings lying in a twisted heap in the middle of the hall. Mucus had matted the long fur, making it stick up at awkward angles all across a prone body, as well as pooling underneath.
Not as empty as it seemed.
Everything went dark again for a few moments and then came another flash of lightning, illuminating Wiglaf's ghostly form as he knelt beside Vaska. Morbidly silent, he stayed still as his brown eyes were shining in despair mixed with another emotion, and a frown marred his face.
Suddenly, he drew up his courage, all of it at once, and bent over, stroking the Solandrian bat's shaggy blue mane with his muzzle. The Percheron emitted a deep rumble, a sound which spoke volumes to make up for what couldn’t be phrased in words. Oh Vaska, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that beating.
During the 'fight' with His Majesty Wulfram, Wiglaf had felt the indescribable pain from every slash and blow pound into his psyche as if it had been his own. The Spade had attacked with such viciousness and depraved pleasure that it would have made your average Heart proud.
Wiglaf had screamed for mercy on Vaska's behalf, trying to push his way between them, to no avail. His pleas had fallen on deaf ears as his ethereal state provided no physical force.
What made everything scarier for the benign spirit was the look of recognition he'd noticed on Aleksey's and the long-eared Torque puffin's faces, as if they had seen a ghost, the same look he had surprised on Beowulf's face when he first appeared in this plane of existence, the same look on Vaska's face earlier this evening. I can't deal with that right now-- Vaska needs me.
He was just a kid. His Majesty Wulfram didn't have to go that far or be so brutal, just to relieve his frustrations. It tore at Wiglaf's heart to see the boy bat’s snot-encrusted, bleeding face, begging for his help... and there was nothing he could do. I'm weak and helpless! I couldn't protect you! How could I? I'm dead...
But Vaska wouldn't be alone, even if the apparition could only be there in spirit; when one Ace left him, another one would remain at his side.
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