Post by Callypso on Jan 21, 2011 14:46:55 GMT -5
((Sorry guys! Long post is long.))
It was a strange moment for the Ace. He was actually leading them! It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. They were actually trusting him – either that or they were hoping he’d be bumped off first if something unexpected loomed out of the dark. Yeah, the latter was much more likely. And right now was hardly the time or place to be reveling in his small, personal glory. There was work to be done. Right.
He placed one clawed foot forward, then another. A small sigh of relief escaped his beaky lips – he was half expecting something to leap out at them. No, he was definitely expecting something to leap out at them.
The mix wasn’t disappointed.
A broiling mixture of heat, gas and the scent of baked goods roiled from the bottom of the staircase and exploded past them. The Villa/Highlander mixture flattened himself against the wall out of reflex, then looked back toward the others with eyes wide.
Is everyone okay??
What the hell?! Orin and Karrock tottered on their feet and slumped over. Shit! He waited a few moments, to be sure another blast wasn’t coming, then hurried back to check on the others.
Kels reached them first, alerting the rest that the unconscious Cards were merely that. Emery hovered over them, checking their pulses, the movements of their eyelids.
That explosion must have been magical… they both seem to be in a coma, of sorts.
At the question of what they should do with the sleeping bodies, Emery’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. As much as he disliked the bull, and as unhelpful as Karrock had been, he couldn’t just leave them. He ran a claw against the sides of the stairwell, searching for what, he wasn’t sure yet. The stairs were carved from the rock, but maybe, just maybe… Yes, the walls and support were manmade. Then he found it. An extremely damp spot in the wall where the wood hadn’t been properly maintained.
Help me with this. We can’t just leave them in case whoever’s responsible comes back.
Luckily, the wood fell away like tissue paper, leading to a small hallow in the wall. With the help of the others, he dragged the bodies into the hole and partially covered them with the excess insulation sticking out from the wooden beams.
Well, it’s not ideal, but it’s dark enough they won’t be seen. And I highly doubt anyone will notice it. But just in case…
He haphazardly tore away some extra wood on the opposite side of the stairwell for extra measure. Hopefully, if they created enough smaller holes, it would just look like the stairwell walls were in a more advanced state of rot.
Let’s go.
Emery continued down the stairs, intermittently tearing wood from the walls and pushing the discarded pieces back into any small hallows, so as not to leave an obvious trail behind them.
Eventually, the remaining trio made it to the bottom where the room opened up into a large, dark cellar. The only things that could be made out was an oven, which was red hot and cast its fiery glow on what appeared to be a meat grinder. The rest of the room fell away into darkness. His hackles rose at the back of his head and his decorative wings fluffed out nervously. There was something wrong about this cellar.
Why was the oven burning so hotly?
The way the blood upstairs had began congealing - Mrs. Lovett’s murder had to have occurred an hour or two before… surely the fire should have died down a little?
Silently, Emery moved closer to the grinder at Alohilani’s beckoning. He held the candle up and scanned the contraption for anything useful.
It looks like a meat grinder... There. Push forward and then up.
The Selkie had been pushing on a crank-handle in the downright position, which looked too big and awkward to handle unless one was a biped. He began to push with her, half-hoping it wouldn’t move...
It was a strange moment for the Ace. He was actually leading them! It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. They were actually trusting him – either that or they were hoping he’d be bumped off first if something unexpected loomed out of the dark. Yeah, the latter was much more likely. And right now was hardly the time or place to be reveling in his small, personal glory. There was work to be done. Right.
He placed one clawed foot forward, then another. A small sigh of relief escaped his beaky lips – he was half expecting something to leap out at them. No, he was definitely expecting something to leap out at them.
The mix wasn’t disappointed.
A broiling mixture of heat, gas and the scent of baked goods roiled from the bottom of the staircase and exploded past them. The Villa/Highlander mixture flattened himself against the wall out of reflex, then looked back toward the others with eyes wide.
Is everyone okay??
What the hell?! Orin and Karrock tottered on their feet and slumped over. Shit! He waited a few moments, to be sure another blast wasn’t coming, then hurried back to check on the others.
Kels reached them first, alerting the rest that the unconscious Cards were merely that. Emery hovered over them, checking their pulses, the movements of their eyelids.
That explosion must have been magical… they both seem to be in a coma, of sorts.
At the question of what they should do with the sleeping bodies, Emery’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. As much as he disliked the bull, and as unhelpful as Karrock had been, he couldn’t just leave them. He ran a claw against the sides of the stairwell, searching for what, he wasn’t sure yet. The stairs were carved from the rock, but maybe, just maybe… Yes, the walls and support were manmade. Then he found it. An extremely damp spot in the wall where the wood hadn’t been properly maintained.
Help me with this. We can’t just leave them in case whoever’s responsible comes back.
Luckily, the wood fell away like tissue paper, leading to a small hallow in the wall. With the help of the others, he dragged the bodies into the hole and partially covered them with the excess insulation sticking out from the wooden beams.
Well, it’s not ideal, but it’s dark enough they won’t be seen. And I highly doubt anyone will notice it. But just in case…
He haphazardly tore away some extra wood on the opposite side of the stairwell for extra measure. Hopefully, if they created enough smaller holes, it would just look like the stairwell walls were in a more advanced state of rot.
Let’s go.
Emery continued down the stairs, intermittently tearing wood from the walls and pushing the discarded pieces back into any small hallows, so as not to leave an obvious trail behind them.
Eventually, the remaining trio made it to the bottom where the room opened up into a large, dark cellar. The only things that could be made out was an oven, which was red hot and cast its fiery glow on what appeared to be a meat grinder. The rest of the room fell away into darkness. His hackles rose at the back of his head and his decorative wings fluffed out nervously. There was something wrong about this cellar.
Why was the oven burning so hotly?
The way the blood upstairs had began congealing - Mrs. Lovett’s murder had to have occurred an hour or two before… surely the fire should have died down a little?
Silently, Emery moved closer to the grinder at Alohilani’s beckoning. He held the candle up and scanned the contraption for anything useful.
It looks like a meat grinder... There. Push forward and then up.
The Selkie had been pushing on a crank-handle in the downright position, which looked too big and awkward to handle unless one was a biped. He began to push with her, half-hoping it wouldn’t move...
