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Post by Satra on Sept 2, 2011 1:31:16 GMT -5
What’s this? Victor looked closer under the table to find a drawer! Part of him felt bad for intruding on something that someone obviously meant to keep secret, but the need to find clues pushed him to open it and examine the contents. A key with a note. In case? In case of what? This was... intriguing. He sincerely hoped it had to do with the situation at hand and that he wasn’t just pocketing someone else’s key. Kirby blinked, taking note. That ink... the blob blobbed his way over to the other note.
He watched the... obviously mentally unwell young woman play with the tubes (he honestly thought she was talking to herself). Well, she was a Selkie. Could be trauma.
Victor found himself stopped in awe of Amherst’s speech. It was... very verbose, almost like it came straight out of a novel or play. Victor wondered if it was his very lowly upbringing, but did people actually talk like that? He wanted to say it was cheesy and campy... but he found himself enjoying it. He purred without realizing it. Then Victor found himself blinking and staring at the man’s new form. That was... like nothing he’d ever seen before. Then Geronimo’s outburst. It took Victor completely by surprise.
“G-ger?” he stuttered, unheard by the boy. “GER!” he called, but too late. There he went, down the stairs. He froze in horror as the scene unfolded (11 for reflex). It took Kirby poking his paw with the other note that was forgotten on the floor. Victor ignored the blob’s grab for attention and raced to Geronimo’s side.
He walked slowed to the boy’s side and knelt down beside him, trying to assess the damage.
“G-ger? C-an you hear me?” he said in almost a whisper, trying to prevent himself from breaking down.
[Slight edit. I totally thought you were killing him right here, right now, Lar. XD]
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 2, 2011 16:15:57 GMT -5
((Not something I expected Ger to do. Lauryn, if you can still play him, do so. If not, then just kick back until you see your name again(Keep up, though as your bang!baby will need to know what's been going on) once I've colored your kiddo.))
The entire place seemed to shake a bit and downstairs, the sounds of rattling rang out, as though either something huge had just run int a load of supply shelves, or they had just suffered a small earthquake.
All around Ger and Victor, the floor is buckling!
Small, thin vines have begun to sprout up between the tiles and an odd, foul odor, sickly sweet and terrible, is rising from the floor along with them.
The vines are an off-brownish purple color, and almost seem to be throbbing...
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Post by Bee on Sept 2, 2011 16:34:21 GMT -5
At first Trippy thought that storytime might have come early. She had been getting a little excited about the war and sea and fury, eyes widening with every word, and when the boy burst into a fit about experiments and plants, she thought he might be running on heels of the Amguardian's magnificent speech; seizing the introduction to launch into a very dramatic one-act play. She was going to congratulate him on his phenomenal acting when it turned out that it wasn't an act (she was so terrible at judging that sort of thing; she was actually terrible about judging most things). But not even the most dedicated thespian would literally hurl himself down a flight of stairs. Accolades for a broken neck, terminally useless.
"Oh dear," she breathed. "Oh my oh dear oh my."
She trailed more slowly down after the swirly friend, and halted dead in her tracks when everything shook, trembled, and wiggled itself into a new reality. It looked like the levboy's vine friends had come back to claim him, sprouting insistently through the floor, bring with them a strange, wretched scent.
Guardherst! He could grab the boy, pull him from the quivering floorbeast; Trippy and the Lowlander would probably cause too much trauma with their uncoordinated paws. "Carry him with your new giant birdiness, cradle his broken head...Swirly, Swirly come up!"
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Post by Lauryn de Vampyre on Sept 3, 2011 0:48:33 GMT -5
((I never expected him to do that either. XD But no worries. He's fine; he just has a bad headache or a concussion at worst.))
Geronimo heard muffled noises all around him. It seemed liked shouting, but it sounded so very far away. He was floating along, peacefully, in the Misty Place. Here, there was no worry, no fear, no pain. Just a calm peacefulness that settled over your.... well, he couldn't really feel his body. Or anything, for that matter.
Except.... except a burning sensation in his chest. Whatever it was, it was growing in intensity. Suffocating! He was suffocating! After what felt like hours though, his chest finally expanded and air came rushing back into his lungs. Great, wonderful air! He heaved chests full, one after the other until he finally started to realize he was still alive.
The voices from far away started to not sound so far away anymore. In fact, he could almost make out the words that were being said.... no, shouted. Someone was shouting his name. Geronimo groaned, feeling a dull throbbing begin at the back of his head and escalate into a pounding headache.
That's right; he'd hit his head falling down the stairs. Groaning louder, the KittenPup squeezed his shut eyes as all of his feeling and senses came back to life. It sounded as though that Lowlander.... uh.... Victor! was shouting his name. And he thought he heard someone shouting to a Swirly. He didn't know any Swirly.
He became aware of a soft poking sensation on his cheek, and when he finally turned his aching head and opened his eyes it was to the sight of his worried Blobby Companion. It warbled intensely at him, worry plain in its wiggles. Geronimo moved his head back and forth, nuzzling the little inky creature in reassurance.
Taking a deep breath, the Mix began to pull himself back to his paws. "Wh-what happened?"
((Don't worry, NOT going to pull the Amnesia card, lol. He's just a little disoriented at the moment, lol.))
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Post by Satra on Sept 3, 2011 19:17:49 GMT -5
Victor breathed a sigh of relief when Geronimo came to. His medical knowledge wasn't extensive, but if given a moment, he could possibly remember how to check for a concussion and all the side effects of having one. He jumped and got into a defensive position, fur on end and claws extended at the floor underneath him buckled. It took him a few moments to realize that not only was someone calling down to them, but that she was addressing him specifically. He did a double take back at the woman. Swirly?
"You fell, Ger. Listen. Can you get up? We have to get up. We can't stay here. I think the floor's going to give way underneath us. Please, Ger..." Oh, please let him listen. Victor always figured Geronimo had trust issues regarding adults given how he acted when they last met, but he didn't think it was that bad.
At the top of the stairs, Kirby watched and bubbled. Master, Master! Come back up!
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 6, 2011 17:33:06 GMT -5
The floor shook harder and the vines suddenly forced their way out of the floor with a groan of tearing timber and a squeal of tearing plant flesh as it shot for the boy.
Ger found himself very suddenly held fast to the floor, vines wrapped around all extremities and his head as it struggled to pull him back down into the space under the floor with it.
Trouble is, his body is quite the obstacle.
Victor's warning from his Blobling seems to have come too late as three of the vines used his location and the wobbling floor, to take advantage of his slower speed.
One wrapped tightly around his tail, another took a faltering hold on his left back leg.
Tripsei began to feel...oddly ill in the gut, a bit like she had something stuck in there...something that...twitched slightly when she moved.
Ger also began to feel these odd illness-inducing movements in his body, but they're probably hard to focus on in his current state.
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Post by Old Gobbo on Sept 8, 2011 7:32:42 GMT -5
Amherst was stunned for a moment about his change in form. He had never expected this to happen and he was completely shocked by it. He felt the need to pause, everything felt so different.
That was went everything turned to chaos. Geronimo had lost his trust in Amherst and run from him, falling down the stairs, then the building started to come apart at the seams.
Today, we find a way out. No one falls. No one falters. I will see all of you home.
Amherst pulled himself together and jumped toward the stairs. Geronimo was down there now, with Victor standing over him in a defensive position. Amherst knew that dealing with Geronimo right now would just make things worse, but he had to help them all.
He called down the stairs. "Victor, can you tear Geronimo free of those vines? We need to stay up here on higher ground! Milady, you must stay up here with me!"
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Post by Bee on Sept 9, 2011 19:48:21 GMT -5
"Oh--oh of course," she said.
This was not going to be a very difficult thing to do because suddenly Tripsei felt very strange. Nothing like the little aches she had started off this adventure with, or something different, deeper, and unpleasant. Like she had eaten something that was still alive inside her. She could not remember swallowing anything that might have made her feel this way but then she did not remember a lot of things she did.
She looked at her little sea-tube. Had she sipped some of it? It looked awfully full still. Or was there a little missing? She squinted at it. Perhaps it was like the stars. If one stared at one spot in the sky long enough the stars appeared to be moving, and she would get excited because she thought she was seeing a comet and got to make a wish, but that was just the universe playing tricks. Comets didn't move that slowly. She must not have sipped anything from her vial.
Maybe she had eaten a bug, a little twitching bug.
"Maybe when Swirly and the leveret are safe we can get you out," she told her tummy. The bug obviously didn't like it in there any more than she liked housing it.
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Post by Satra on Sept 10, 2011 2:15:01 GMT -5
Terror struck Victor as Geronimo was grabbed by the very thing they were trying to escape. He didn’t have time to jump to the boy’s rescue before getting snagged himself. He yowled in surprise, claws out as he flatted himself to the ground in reaction, then his head snapped around to view the target.
Victor was a nice fellow. He prided himself in being kind despite being dealt a shit hand in life. Social situations unnerved him. Always afraid to say or do the wrong thing for being thought uncouth or uneducated. However, physical confrontations (especially after certain current events) did not get the same treatment. He hated fighting, but learned to fight back with little mercy. Maybe it was instinct, maybe the product of “ghetto” living, but Victor was all but saying “GRRL! Hold my hoops!” at this moment.
A feline howl ripped out of the normally unassertive Lowlander as he was suddenly on his feet and spun in place then swiped at the vine with the tepid hold on his leg all in one fluid motion and potentially a run-on sentence, but I’m a little too tired to care right now to be perfectly honest. (btw, the roll for that attack was a 19 AWW YEAH) He lunged forward to pin the vine around his tail to bite it, but that attack was a little less successful (5) and he missed the vine by overshooting it, front paws hitting dirt instead.
“I’ll do what I can, but I may need your help here soon, friend!” he called back, determination etched in his expression.
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