Re: DesmondsharpasafawkesSeptember 13 2011, 06:59:28 UTC
[There's not much to the area really, at least in the stairwell, but as more of what's below gets into view, utterly ruined hallways come into range, leaky pipes above dripping something onto the pitted concrete floor, and door lining the hall down to a bend in the hall.
That's when someone might be able to hear another noise over the rattle of machines and scuttling, a low, pained sound.]
Re: DesmondsharpasafawkesSeptember 13 2011, 07:18:11 UTC
[Well it's a good thing that someone here's wearing a white hoodie, because that's not going to come out of the fabric... ever. also it might eat through the fabric a little, but for the moment it's safe. If any of that hits skin though...
The sound only gets worse, before "Hello? Is anyone around?"]
Re: DesmondsharpasafawkesSeptember 13 2011, 07:36:35 UTC
[It's a door around the bend, finally out of range of the pipes.
"Hello? Please for the love of god be alive... You're dead aren't you? Or at least some sort of hellish experiment. Well what are you waiting for, get on with it and just kill me so I can respawn, will you? Just looking at me isn't going to solve your little hunger problem, and let me tell you, I can't solve the dilemma for you by just hurrying off. ...You certainly don't smell dead, like smoke, but not-
Cesare? Cesare if that's you this is absolutely the worst thing you've pulled. Why what if you'd come down here without..."
His voice trails off, the last word sounding slightly worried.]
Re: DesmondsharpasafawkesSeptember 13 2011, 07:47:20 UTC
[It's locked.
He's apparently not alone though, "Where is he." "What?" "You heard me." And a surprised yelp of pain "I don't know what you're talking about. Cesare, is this for what I said about Miguel-" "Tell me what you did." "I'm sorry for saying that about him, okay? I was half-mad and I thought you were a Templar..." "I was the mad one for believing your façade up until that point. Well, no more. You showed me who you really are. I know you now, Shaun Hastings." Cesare's voice sounds slightly insane, just uncontrolled enough to fire off any warning signs.]
Re: DesmondsharpasafawkesSeptember 13 2011, 07:56:09 UTC
[There's some other conversation, panic rising and anger, but it's all indistinct other than Shaun's "You're not mental! You're better than this! For god's sake snap out of it!"
The door caves in, and there's an empty room, save for a blood-drenched floor, and a drag mark going under the closed door into the next room. There's a... something that looks heavy and splattered with a fresh coat itself, and corroded ropes and bungee chords on the ground. All in all it looks like a supply closet gone terribly wrong.]
[It's a... Seriously I have no clue. Is it an all-metal medical table? A surrealist anvil? A dual-function conversation piece and welding surface? Who freakin' knows. Possibly not the people who own this place, and that's why it's in the storeroom and bolted to the floor]
The hall is a fucking piece of work, the floor an absolute mess of filth, chemicals, and what one hopes is blood, if it isn't then seriously one doesn't want to know what it is. The hall seems to be lit by firelight, though there's no sign of anything that could be causing it, casting an eery glow to the figures smeared on the walls. A man bound and blindfolded, a man arching his back in pain, a man being comforted by a shorter man, and then the next one over, screaming in agony as a blade goes down his back. there's more as the long, long hall goes down and the noise of machines come to a fever pitch.]
[he sure has seen this before, though. In Altair's memories. But it's not something you really ever want to see again. Going to, however, keep pushing on. He only gives each figure a brief glance, but the important thing is getting out of there]
[The further down the hall it goes, the more snippets of conversation come through, Cesare's utterly mad voice, and Shaun's pleading tone.
"Shut up! Be quiet. You deserve this. Don't try to make me pity you; you're nothing but a coward and a liar and a useless traitor." And the most horrifying screams ever heard out of the man "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE, PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP-"
oh, so that's where that smell's coming from, a discarded car battery seems to be leaking endlessly into one of the pumps. Thank god there's no leaks here, because otherwise that'd be undiluted battery acid dripping down, and that's bound to hurt like a bitch.]
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That's when someone might be able to hear another noise over the rattle of machines and scuttling, a low, pained sound.]
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The sound only gets worse, before "Hello? Is anyone around?"]
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[headed towards the sound of the voice!!]
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"Hello? Please for the love of god be alive... You're dead aren't you? Or at least some sort of hellish experiment. Well what are you waiting for, get on with it and just kill me so I can respawn, will you? Just looking at me isn't going to solve your little hunger problem, and let me tell you, I can't solve the dilemma for you by just hurrying off. ...You certainly don't smell dead, like smoke, but not-
Cesare? Cesare if that's you this is absolutely the worst thing you've pulled. Why what if you'd come down here without..."
His voice trails off, the last word sounding slightly worried.]
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[going to open the door, but cautiously if he can]
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He's apparently not alone though, "Where is he."
"What?"
"You heard me."
And a surprised yelp of pain "I don't know what you're talking about. Cesare, is this for what I said about Miguel-"
"Tell me what you did."
"I'm sorry for saying that about him, okay? I was half-mad and I thought you were a Templar..."
"I was the mad one for believing your façade up until that point. Well, no more. You showed me who you really are. I know you now, Shaun Hastings." Cesare's voice sounds slightly insane, just uncontrolled enough to fire off any warning signs.]
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The door caves in, and there's an empty room, save for a blood-drenched floor, and a drag mark going under the closed door into the next room. There's a... something that looks heavy and splattered with a fresh coat itself, and corroded ropes and bungee chords on the ground. All in all it looks like a supply closet gone terribly wrong.]
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Well.
Well.
Doesn't that make this room look like a picnic.
The hall is a fucking piece of work, the floor an absolute mess of filth, chemicals, and what one hopes is blood, if it isn't then seriously one doesn't want to know what it is. The hall seems to be lit by firelight, though there's no sign of anything that could be causing it, casting an eery glow to the figures smeared on the walls. A man bound and blindfolded, a man arching his back in pain, a man being comforted by a shorter man, and then the next one over, screaming in agony as a blade goes down his back. there's more as the long, long hall goes down and the noise of machines come to a fever pitch.]
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[he sure has seen this before, though. In Altair's memories. But it's not something you really ever want to see again. Going to, however, keep pushing on. He only gives each figure a brief glance, but the important thing is getting out of there]
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"Shut up! Be quiet. You deserve this. Don't try to make me pity you; you're nothing but a coward and a liar and a useless traitor." And the most horrifying screams ever heard out of the man "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE, PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP-"
oh, so that's where that smell's coming from, a discarded car battery seems to be leaking endlessly into one of the pumps. Thank god there's no leaks here, because otherwise that'd be undiluted battery acid dripping down, and that's bound to hurt like a bitch.]
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