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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 9, 2011 17:05:58 GMT -5
Okay. That was a reasonable response. Karkat was not best pleased by the psychotic look in the Canine's eyes, but he wasn't going to worry about that right now. At least they had managed to find a good way to get the Club to help, even if it did mean feeding into his apparent psychosis... Ugh. Whatever. They'd deal with the repercussions later. Maybe a front porch would count as stairs to the deranged man? He could walk up and down the stairs to his freakish little heart's content.
Except that he wasn't helping right now. Right now, he was busting a hole in the wall. Karkat watched, jaw dropped slightly, as he did. "What the FUCK was the --?!"
Words failed. What could he say, in this situation? It was a waste of breath, which as smoke filled the room, was quickly becoming a valuable commodity. So the Spade peered through the hole that Nova had made, hoping that he would quickly see exactly what it was that had inspired the dog to do that. Stairs, perhaps?
No. No stairs. It was almost relieving, until Karkat's eyes adjusted to show him what was there.
Shit.
"Shit." He hissed between his pointed teeth, immediately pulling away and looking around himself. "Fucking shitfuck, there is a fucking person down there. Jegus fucking... Oh man." And a rope that looked like it was about to just give the fuck up. He needed to act fast. "HOLD ON! We'll get you out!" He grabbed the tapestry, giving it a powerful yank to try and pull it free. It almost certainly wasn't long enough, but... He had his sickle. He could slice it into strips, and tie those strips together, and...
Well. Hopefully someone else had a better idea. But he wasn't going to wait. He started to chop the man with the mustache into pieces.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 9, 2011 19:57:58 GMT -5
Distracted by trying to haul Ted into a less prone and more transportable position, Felaria ignored what she assumed were the antics of Karkat and the idiot as the one tried to convince the other to do something sane for once. She heard crumbling, crashing sounds and had to grit her teeth against the stupidity of the masses. And people talked shit about Golfams.
Then the little smartass started cussing, and not at the dog. Ears twitching, the lizard-rat turned and squinted through the slowly building smoke at whatever the pair of them were doing.
Destroying the wall. They were destroying the wall. What in the fuck-
Person? A person in the wall? She slunk over, trying not to breathe too heavily, and stared down the hole at the shape calling out for help. That was quite a drop.
"Lemme help," she hissed at him, grabbing for the other end of the picture with no small amount of uneasiness in her stomach. Fuck damn shit, but she did not like injuring peoples' portraits. "Can you. Can you, uh. Avoid his body? Please? I swear to everything, I know that sounds stupid as shit, but please. It's a big enough picture, innit?"
If someone had done this to her while she'd been vulnerable...
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Post by Nathalia on Aug 9, 2011 20:21:47 GMT -5
The tapestry thing seems to be working so far. Everyone roll a d20 and continue your attempts.
Soph is feeling lightheaded, but still awake and aware enough to function.
Still, dizzyness is no fun.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 9, 2011 20:36:49 GMT -5
When Felaria was the one to appear at his side to help, Karkat found himself releasing a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Backwater bitch or not, she was at least fucking capable. She had hands, she had brains, she seemed to see what he was doing.
Her words, however, actually brought him pause.
What she was saying - well, it sounded fucking ridiculous. His immediate instinct was to tell her to fuck right the hell off [and by that he meant, of course, to fuck off right back here and just help him], but something in her tone struck him oddly. She sounded extremely genuine, somewhat reverent, and just a little bit fearful. If she was worried that the tapestry might be cursed, he could understand that. Maybe she'd had a bad experience involving an item like this one? Or maybe, just maybe, she couldn't bear to see the desecration of that wonderous furred upper lip.
It was really hard to tell, sometimes.
Either way, Karkat gave her a short nod. "Yeah, okay. There should be enough here without slicing that part..." He'd have to be careful, but he continued working at cutting strips free. Without cutting into the body. Whatever. "Tie them into a rope, will you?"
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 9, 2011 20:44:00 GMT -5
As soon as she saw that the strange Corvie mix with the chip on his shoulder actually took her seriously, heard her words, and followed through on her request... Felaria bumped him up a few rungs on her give-a-shit ladder. She also threw him an awkward smile for good measure. "Thanks kindly, Karkat. Y'just. You don't even know."
Then she snagged herself a few strips and started tying. She'd grown up a biped in the swamp - she could make herself some damn fine knots. The fabric seemed pretty thick and sturdy, too. While she worked, she tried to ignore the crackling of flames in the distance, the scratching of smoke as it entered her lungs and stung her eyes, and the weirdest sensation prickling away at the back of her mind.
((Rolled a 17. *kisses her red d20* That's why you get to live by the computer, little buddy!))
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Post by Nathalia on Aug 9, 2011 20:47:05 GMT -5
Good rolls. This plan will work, but be careful about it. <3 Get her up and get out!
The stairs lead down about 100 feet, and it's much cooler and less smoke infested down there...though there are...
Two corpses.
Looks like two Animal formed Cards; a male Morganberry Sparrow, and...some Feline hybrid with funky ears...he's wearing a cloak full of...jewelry? and looks like a highland mix of some kind...lots of purples and oranges in there though. Weird.
They look at least a few days old. Bleh...what a stink.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 9, 2011 20:59:21 GMT -5
((Felaria reactions kindly supplied by the lovely Jenn <3))
Karkat?
Wow. She'd actually called him by his name. At her small, awkward smile, the Corvie hybrid forced his mouth into a similar shape. It felt weird on his own face and quickly vanished, but the change in emotions was more than obvious by the shape of his eyes and tilt of his ears. "Yeah. No problem." Besides. She was helping, wasn't she?
With a speed that actually rather impressed the Goat-Lizard, a serviceable rope began to take shape. He made it just a little bit longer than he'd originally planned, deciding that perhaps some extra length wouldn't be such a bad thing. It seemed sturdy enough, and he carried it over to the ledge, slowly dropping it down. "Hey! Grab hold of this! We're gonna get you out of there, just... Don't... Move too much!" Fuck. How the fuck was he supposed to haul the Card out on his own? It didn't look very big, but... He wasn't that strong, either. Pride made it difficult to ask - but he didn't need to, as it turned out. Felaria just appeared there, taking hold of the one end of the rope and giving it a mighty tug.
Clubs were fucking awesome.
He braced himself, as instructed by the Golfam, prepared to grab their rescue as soon as he or she appeared at the top.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 9, 2011 21:04:18 GMT -5
It seemed like her plan worked to some extent, her lungs weren't screaming quite as loud as they had been before.... but she was still off.... in that I'm so dizzy I think I might hurl manner. Everyone else was busy, and there was no way she wanted to end up like Ted, so she slunk past everyone [16], she wasn't going to be any real help to them either... not with how small she was and how awful she felt. Well, she could at least scout out the stairs right? She just might be able to avoid the smoke better.... she remembered hearing from someone whilst she was up on her rafter perch that smoke rose.
She hurried down the stairs, not really paying much attention at all until she tripped [9] over the one body and landed in a somewhat painful heap on something that felt rather .... lumpy. It was the weird feline's coat. She couldn't move, couldn't even scream, but just sat there in wide eyed horror at the two new bodies.... having a new reason now to try and not breathe too deeply.
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Nova was rather pleased with himself when the voice turned out to not only be one from outside his head, but from some living person who needed some help. Now, had he the ability to go to his higher forms with hands and such, he'd waste no time helping Karkat and Felaria with the rescue.... but they had certainly made sure he couldn't do that, what with all their 'loving' abuse. He wagged his tail cheerfully for a moment before spying the little kitten sneaking off downstairs. Now that seemed like a good idea actually.... maybe he could help? After all, he still had his Club ability active.
The canine trot-limped over to the possum and, with a little grimace, grasped one of his fat rolls in his jaws tightly and gave a mighty heave [15] to try and pull the large mix toward the stairs that weren't his stairs, but stairs that would have to do for now.
What in the name of all the Queens had this man been eating? suits.
[[ Man if that works Nova must just be naturally strong ..>.>
Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, he can carry up to 40 lbs of extra weight for 24 hours straight, one day per week. He is left feeling tired and somewhat drained for the 24 hours following that period. ]] |
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Post by Dark on Aug 9, 2011 21:57:06 GMT -5
Maeve appreciated the swift efficiency in which her potential saviors had devised a rescue plan (she had not enjoyed the rain of debris that had fallen on her head when the wall first crumbled, but she would forgive anything as long as they got her out); now all that remained was the actual rescue.
Her dread--not quite full blown panic yet, but that was more out of shear force of will than anything; and a very strong sense of denial--had only grown when she'd seen the state of the rope suspending her prison (or tomb? what a sad place this would be to die), the transient nature of her position underlined by fraying rope.
Maeve grabbed the makeshift rope with a strength born of determination, wrapping her tail around as well for good measure. "I'm ready," she called, tightening her grip still further.
The disturbance caused by her departure set the dumbwaiter rocking, and the rope groaned ominously. Luckily, it was no longer her concern.
"My thanks," she panted when they had hauled her up over the edge, "Your timing is impeccable." She only winced slightly when she heard the dumbwaiter crash somewhere below them.
"I'm Maeve," she added.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 10, 2011 21:29:08 GMT -5
Hauling their little foundling out of the wall with Karkat's assistance, Felaria muttered and swore under her breath as the shredded tapestry tore a little in her hands. Better than that old-ass rope snapping on the poor critter inside, though. One good jostle and that thing would-
Oh, well. There it went. She grimaced and rubbed her hands together uneasily, brushing off imagined guilt at desecrating that portrait. She was going to bundle it up and bring it with. Wrapped around her spare table leg, the thing would be easier to carry. She'd tie his picture down with the remnants of his own background.
There were some things you didn't fuck with. ((Felaria brings the remnants of the portrait.))
"Maeve, was it? Shit, an' I bet you have no idea on how in the hell you got down there, huh? Just like the rest of our fucked up group. And we still got Ted to- oh, hey. Good. Useful for once." She turned and noticed Nova starting to haul the unconscious possum's body and went to help.
Down and down and down, one hell of a lot of stairs. Ted was gonna be pretty damn bruised up by the time they hauled his ass down there. They left the smoke behind, only to stumble across the stank of a corpse.
Two corpses. Two corpses that the kid started rolling in, fuck! "You fucking painintheass!" Dropping Ted's legs, she hustled over to grab at the child and pull her away (2).
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