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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 11, 2011 23:14:14 GMT -5
Conall wanted to throw a fit. He deserved to throw a fit with the way people were treating him. Why was Malachior the only sane one who was nice? He looked at the man with a rather dejected expression. The stupid Club deserved a kick in the face in his opinion, but obviously that wouldn't get them anywhere.
He shifted a little when his lack of memory was brought up. He gave a small shrug. "Little jumpy because of memory loss and the fact that the Queen of Hearts just tried to kill everyone," he added, shooting the chipmunk a look that could kill. His ears swiveled when he heard the Queen of Clubs in the background. Really? When they were in the middle of a conversation? The boy made a small sound akin to a growl as he covered his face.
Why?
"Maybe we could look for the person who stuffed me in the bag earlier, they could be responsible for all of this." He said mostly to the Spade King that he was next to. He noticed that Lucius had started moving towards the stairs. Of course the snake had been completely silent the entire time.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 15, 2011 13:32:07 GMT -5
Lucius was done. He'd been done for some time. He glanced toward the stairs, scowled at Sabe, glanced back toward the kids and flashed them a scowl as well. Malachior was the only one he didn't currently want to eviserate and even that was running thin. Helpful, peace-keeping prick. Let them fight.
Without saying a word, he set off toward the stairs to join Sabe. Not because Sabe was leading, but because it was better than not doing anything.
Maybe they would find Zacharias upstairs and he could take his frustration out on him.
When Sabe turned to call their attention to the stairs, Malachior turned to give him an odd look. He wanted to leave, he didn't want to go further in. He didn't really want to investigate... but he supposed Conall was right. Perhaps they would find who shoved the poor boy into the sack. He inclined his head to him briefly, fixing his glasses and motioned for Davey to join them if he wished.
"I suppose we should at least give it a shot while we're here." He pat Conall on the shoulder lightly and set off for the stairs.
Considering the injured Club Queen's current state, it was easy enough to catch up even with his old bones protesting the climb.
Lucius gave him a droll look as they joined him, inclined his head but ultimately said nothing. His mood was obviously quite sour and he leaned heavily on his cane with each step. Blasted marble beast.
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Post by /|/afamere on Feb 15, 2011 17:45:13 GMT -5
Atleast he wasn't the only one that was in pain while climbing these blasted stairs, he had thought with a small amused chuckle. Nor did it take long for anyone to catch up with him either, he had only climbed twenty or so stairs and looked like another twenty to go. he guessed that small talk was out of the question and shrugged off the very thought of starting one. He seemed like he had only two people here that he could trust, one more than the other. Davy was a kind kid and was the son of one of his better friends, and the other was the spade king.
He looked up and noticed that there were only a few steps left, and most of the others waiting up there, waiting on him. he gave a sigh and continued his hard steps using the cane. He just remembered something and gave a the spade a look.
"Can you reset my wrist... I think that I had only dislocated it in the fight with the Queen." he asked as he finally stood on the top step and placed his cane in his right hand so he could lean heavy on it.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 15, 2011 19:23:44 GMT -5
((The voices swirl about, indistinguishable from the wind at first...before they seem to come into focus.
But, only for Sabe and Conall.
The two very suddenly and clearly, hear at least 30 voices, chiming in their heads with different pitches, emotions, and reactions; but though their messages overlap; they say the same thing.
"Can't see anymore-
Broken into the attic, they'r-
Found everything once I saw the edge of th-
It's in the attic."
Up the stairs, they come to three hallways...they can hear sounds coming from the one to their left...loud ones too.
The one that continues straight backwards leads to a flight of very dark stairs.
The one to the right leads to a grand set of windows and what looks like three dark shapes...propped up strangely...)
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 15, 2011 21:49:40 GMT -5
Conall had been following everyone silently. This wasn't solving any of the problems that seemed to pop up. He was staring blankly at the stairs before suddenly all the voices were very clear. He let out a terrified whimper and clung to the Spade Corvie's hand.
Oh suits what was going on?
"I-I think there's something in the attic," he said as he tried not to sound utterly terrified. His fur stood on end awkwardly. There were several places they could go, and at the moment he couldn't tell which would be the "right" way. Actually, going down the stairs seemed like a better solution. They could leave. Leaving would be good. He glanced back down the way they came.
He made another sound knotted with anxiety. Should he explain himself? Saying that he was hearing voices didn't seem like the best idea in the entire world.
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Post by /|/afamere on Feb 16, 2011 1:23:43 GMT -5
FINALLY!!! The top and he took that small rest that he deserved, he looked about and noted the three ways to go and then started to listen for something. Loud sounds... voices?
The whispers hit him at once and he didn't know what to do, he sat their and listened to the disembodied voices and pieced it together... he leaned against the wall and placed his good hand on his head, trying to keep his sanity to some level of sane. He looked up at the ceiling, as if trying to look at the attic itself. What was up there... something... They had found everything... something was up there worth seeing...
He looked to the others with daunted eyes... "Don't find me crazy... but there is something in the attic... something that was broken into and found... it could explain this... all of this." he said with a bit of a wave of his hand since he was leaning on the wall.
He looked up and saw something rather weird. What was that in front of the windows? He laughed at himself... how much more could he take? Oh well... He shrugged off the wall and leaned on his cane heavily as he started his way to them.
"Could be some survivors..." he stated as he drew near the blobs... maybe it was that he really wasn't in the right state of mind, or that he had a concussion.
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Post by Nako on Feb 17, 2011 1:06:04 GMT -5
"Sabe, ya think this is why people beat da shit outta ye?" Davy sarcastically quipped as he rushed up the stairs to catch up to the injured bird, nearly bumping into him when they stopped short at the top of the stairs. Sabe had stopped as if he'd -heard- something. Davy's ears pinned against his head when the bird finally spoke up. As well as the Pale-brat. Had they both heard something he hadn't?
"Ye? Crazy… never." But something next to the windows down the hall made him stop short. They didn't look like they should, leaning in different directions in a way that didn't look like actual forms so much as… He shuddered. Dead bodies? It was his imagination conjuring up -those- thoughts, but Sabe's assumption sounded very optimistic.
"I'm more worried about da loud noises down -that- hall. Living things make noises." His dark one made it obvious the lad didn't very much assume they were the good guys either.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 17, 2011 12:26:55 GMT -5
Three options, all unappealing, and two of the party hearing voices. Lucius had never disliked the Court of Hearts so fully as he did just then. Had Conall not supported Sabe's bizarre proclamation that there was something in the attic he would've believed the man mad without hesitation. As it was he feared the possibility at all. Telepathic entities in the attic?
And voices to the left could mean many things, one of which could be Her Majesty of Insanity whom Lucius did not want to encounter again. He would take his chances with the dead or whatever the hell was in the attic.
Even better, he would just hover in the hall between all three options and allow someone else to wander to their death. If the figures by the window proved dangerous or madmen came pouring down the left hall, he still had (what he assumed was) the attic and a retreat to the entrance behind him.
So far the little chipmunk lad seemed to be the most reasonable of the group. If he weren't also a Club he may have liked the sarcastic brat.
Malachior frowned at Sabe and shook his head. "I suppose if we can locate something to serve as bandages and a splint, I can attempt to set it... but until then -- broken or dislocated -- it will have to take its course. Just try not to aggravate it further until then."
Very unfortunate, but apparently they also had something slightly more pressing to attend to than the man's injuries. He sighed. Voices in the attic? Really? He squeezed Conall's hand back tightly and wiped off his frown to present him with a reassuring half-smile.
"Since Sabe is already headed that way," he mentioned in an undertone, "I suppose we should investigate this and then the attic. If.... you both believe there is something there... well, I'm off the position to believe you're right." Perhaps it was because they were both Queens? Malachior bit his lip thoughtfully. It seemed most logical of all the unreasonable theories floating around in his head.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 17, 2011 12:53:01 GMT -5
Conall let out a tiny sound that was mostly terror. He watched as the Queen of Clubs started to head in the direction of what appeared to be a window. The King of Spades had a good point about everything but he didn't really want to go.
Then again he was a child, and he was going to be dragged around regardless of his opinion. The bird on his shoulder fluttered for a moment, before they started moving towards the set of stairs that led to the window with the creepy shapes.
He kept close to Malachior, clinging to his hand, grateful that the man was willing to put up with him. They had come to the Court of Hearts to find his parents, and now they had found nothing but trouble. He still didn't know who he was actually related to in the Court of Hearts. The King, yes, but he had yet to see the man. Where were all the nobles anyway?
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 17, 2011 21:24:26 GMT -5
((The voices slowly fade out, and stop when the group proceeds toward the windows, and away from the stairs to the attic.
Somewhere above them...a door that was open...locks.
As they round the corner, they catch a glimpse of the outside...that's...an awful lot of trees, terribly close to the Palace...in fact, they don't look as though they should be able to physically grow that close to the walls.
What's going on?
The sounds of loud voices and horrible shrieking slowly fade as they get closer to the windows...as though the sound is being blocked out by the strangeness.
The trees seem to sway oddly outside of the window and...they look ghostly...almost see-through at the right angle, There seems to be something on the windowsill...what is it?))
(One item per person)
Thin, Fine Thread: This spool of thread is impeccably soft to the touch and once unraveled is so fine as to practically be invisible. When touched, it leaps into the air and begins to wrap itself tightly around the victim's body, spooling onto them until their limbs are completely covered and they are unable to move. Once it has done this, it will proceed to electrocute them lightly, on and off, for about half a minute.
Then, the thread will go limp and dead.
Aside from shock and some paranoia, the victim is fine and will become aware of a new ability.
Once a week, they are now able to cause a thin, fine thread to spool out of their hands for a full minute, the amount of it can be up to 10 miles worth. The thread will obey limited, simply phrased commands, though it will refuse to kill, for up to the length of the minute.
Stiffly Pressed Shirt: Hell is this doing on a windowsill?
This lovely shirt is a pleasant coal color with various teals...very pretty.
It tingles slightly to the touch, but other than that...nothing special about it, right?
Once a week, they are now able to cause a small whirlwind of old, wet t-shirts to appear from nowhere and swarm around themselves (about 4 feet from them) for a full 5 minutes. The shirts are spinning fast enough to cause some rather incredible bruising and cuts if you get too close. Though, they are just shirts...weapons would make short work of them.
Spool of Thick, Black Thread X2 (Only one for one person): This looks like medical thread! Wonder why it's here? It tingles when touched, but can be pocketed. If ever used to stitch up a wound, the SD who first uses it on themselves will find that they are able to, once a day, do the following. They are able to cause a victims' mouth to sew itself shut, painfully, for a full hour. This process is painful and causes the victim to bleed from the ace until they can staunch the blood. When the hour has passed, the stitches will dissolve as though they were never there. This spell only works on Cards ranked 10 and below or Leverets.
~Nathalia
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