Makoto stumbled forward. He regained his footing, catching his heel on the back part of the sole and pushing himself back up, turning again to find--
--well, it wasn't the Unseen World.
He stopped, turned around, for a moment failing to understand the change: instead of the abandoned hospital, the mud and cement, the mouldering tile and flashlights, there was something else, not the unlit signs and wooden stairs of the empty sanitarium, decades ago--
--his dad--
High plastered hallways rose above him, a carved wooden table with a vase of small flowers, the moulding clean and flawless, Western in style, not Japanese--this
( ... )
After nervously standing in the doorway listening to silence for a few minutes, the personification of Canada decided that enough was enough. He was going to find someone and get some answers. Slowly inching forward into the house, Matthew came into a large room. The house must be huge. Great. And three different ways to go...
His quiet pondering was interrupted by loud knocking at the door. Or more like violent pounding. Turning back he saw an angry looking teenage boy trying to break the door down. Matthew wondered why he hadn't thought of that. Not that it was working...
"umm..excuse me." He tried calling out to the boy, but was ignored in favor of the closet. Matthew was used to being overlook though, so it didn't phase him. In an attempt to be more noticable, he placed himself directly in the boy's path and tried again.
Makoto jerked back, his grey eyes widening slightly as a humanshaped shadow suddenly cut out of the darkness right in front of him--all things considered, Matthew was probably lucky that Makoto hadn't punched him. Instead he stumbled back a little, planting one hand on the wall beside him and stabilising himself before taking a step forward, putting himself right back where he'd been a few seconds ago... and possibly a little closer, his features creasing with aggravation as he searched out features in the grimy blackness. It wasn't easy. Even with the grainy haze of night, though, Makoto could pick out a few things--most noticeably, shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, but other than that and obviously not being Japanese or anything else remotely familiar there wasn't anything Makoto could guess except that he looked stupid. And apparently lost. Maybe this was this foreigner's house.
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Matthew took a moment to size the boy up. Obviously one of Kiku's, probably mid-teens, very angry. That about covered it. Although the last one was probably due more to the situation.
"My name is Matthew. I don't know where this is, or how I got here. I've only been here a few minutes, so I can't really answer any questions." Canada figured he'd save the kid some time by laying out everything he knew up front. And since the kid had arrived after him, equally confused, Matthew was really starting to put more stock in his 'horror movie' theory.
Yeah, Imma start a new thread, text is squishy.sleepy_fireJanuary 30 2010, 08:45:37 UTC
Ace glared at the shadows, pushing his fire out until every corner of the entry way was lit up by the dancing flames. No answer.
Fuck.
"Are either of you fucking Greenhorns bleeding?! Because if you are we're going to need to make a run for it if you don't want to die! So answer me now before this next dance number starts!"
And then there was March, lumbering to his feet, words slipping out like carelessly thrown darts straight at his heart. Some part of him wanted to feel betrayed by the attack, but he knew he couldn't. He had known the moment he reached into that core part of himself and drawn up the flames that this would be the outcome, however much he wanted to avoid it. It wasn't March's fault. He couldn't be blamed for this.
There was nothing. A thick veil of thoughtlessness. But nothing human, nothing even remotely resembling humanity. March's masters had choked down tight, till not even the tiniest shard of light could reach March's mental prison. It made him sick to his stomach,to see his friend reduced to this.
Good idea, it was getting hard to read..unseen_mapleJanuary 31 2010, 08:14:51 UTC
So, it turned out that Ace could light himself on fire. Which was weird, but good. It drove away the shadows. But then the other fire, the one that wanted to kill them, was attracted to Ace's fire. Which was very, very bad.
Pulling his attention away from sudden proliferation of magic fire, Matthew focused on Ace's insistent question. Why would they have to run if they were bleeding? Was there a type of ghost that was attracted to the sent of blood? The growing part of his mind that had delved into complete panic helpfully supplied him with a mental picture of ghostly sharks. Or maybe some kind of ravening dogs....
Taking personal inventory, he noticed that the scratch on his ankle had only torn his jeans. The one on his arm, however, had drawn a thin line of blood. Not much, but.....
"I-I am bleeding. A little. It's only a scratch, though."
((ooc: Yeah, that was me being a moron. I somehow totally missed the 'attracted to all heat sources' thing. I thought it was just fire. ^^; Sorry for the trouble.))
The shadows writhed and hissed, seething with the frustrated urge to kill; and yet, they still backed away as the growing circle of light expanded itself outwards, forced back into lurking in the shadows of the Grand Room. For the moment, at least, the trio was safe from them
( ... )
Makoto swears occasionally. Very occasionally.sonofogamiFebruary 1 2010, 07:36:45 UTC
Makoto, however, did not think this was sensible advice. He didn't even think it was advice at all--fire aside, the only thing he could really do was drop and roll out of March's way before climbing to his feet and making a break for it, the blood from the gash on his leg soaking through his torn pants. He didn't have time to answer Ace, not in the process of escaping the towering figure of flame, fast as it was--it was only once he'd gained a couple of yards that he said anything, and it was more of a yell, tossed over his shoulder and spiked with anger and the preoccupation of running for his life from some very tall, very angry ghost:
S-sorry Canada! Now you're bleeding even MORE. ...Srs business bunny tag is so odd.omnomnomsweetsFebruary 2 2010, 06:29:56 UTC
The bunny did not understand. Even if it did understand, it would probably wouldn't have made a difference; as a prey animal already threatened by loud voices, it became completely overwhelmed by instinct when concrete predators appeared. Matthew would find that the docile little fellow had become very hard to hold onto, biting and scratching at his arms in a bid for escape. It had no objections to the boy, but it had a lot of objections to the moving shadows and the two burning men and all the shouting. At the moment, there was no distinction between Matthew and the environment. There was only danger and the need to get out, NOW.
No worries.^_^ Wounds recieved in the name of protecting fluffy bunnies are totally badass...unseen_mapleFebruary 3 2010, 07:39:06 UTC
Matthew didn't bother to ask anymore questions. They didn't have the time to waste. Instead, he took Ace's advice and ran as fast as he could in the direction that he had indicated. It didn't help that the directions were complicated as hell though. Down the hall, up the stairs, another hall, more stairs, attic, other stairs leading down, room with heavy shit, downstairs again, end of the hallway, go left. Torture chamber was apparentley safe
( ... )
The shadows swarmed as Matthew and Makoto broke and ran, a seething dark tide moving in towards them from beneath every piece of furniture in the room, clamoring to tear into them. Only the light made them keep their distance, it seemed, but that simply encouraged them to mass in the direction of where they were going to meet the boys as they ran, rather than pursue them from behind, where Ace blazed in the entrance room.
March twisted as he was tackled, back hitting the floor hard. "It's better this way." March told Ace, eyes fever-bright with madness and murderous intent, flames leaping and blazing as they grappled. The pair were about the same size, both incapable of being harmed by each other's fire--perhaps they would have been evenly matched, if March had been simply a man
( ... )
Sorry for the wait, I've not been totally well lately.sonofogamiFebruary 4 2010, 02:28:47 UTC
Makoto, however, turned the wrong way, if only for a moment. Seizing the nearest chair, he grabbed it by the back legs and raised it over his head to smash it against the floor, breaking it apart with a loud crash and splintering of wood. This left him, more or less, with the pieces, and it was these he wanted--he seized two broken legs, shoving one into the burning embers of the fireplace before he took off, sparing only one glance for the two flaming bodies before running after Matthew, improvised club and torch in hand. He wasn't going to try and fight something made of fire--or even on fire, ghost or otherwise, with a wooden chair leg, but it had been proven he could kick the shadows, and that meant they were solid enough to beat back.
He wasn't going down here without a fight.Ideally, he wasn't going down at all
( ... )
Ace fights are not the time to think about stuffssleepy_fireFebruary 4 2010, 05:15:35 UTC
Ace was pushing his body. Normally, it would be entirely reflexive. He could dodge bullets.
The human brain had endless capacity for adapting. When he'd eaten the Mera Mera fruit, he'd become, in essence, flame. He had never feared its bite, and therefore been able to yield his unconscious mind to the flame. But the Phantasms had altered the almost symbiotic relationship he had with the fire. It had made the fire, for the first time since he had been 16, his enemy. The flame had turned and bit it's master.
And an instinctive reaction that caused pain every time it was used was quickly discarded by the brain as a destructive behavior.
What had once been an entirely unconscious reaction, allowing his body to shift to flame and avoid injury, even something coming at him as fast as a bullet was deteriorating.
So when March turned and grabbed, it caught him off guard, and March's hand closed tightly around his throat.
His hand locked around the wrist, fire and ice and flesh in equal measures, eyes narrowed as he struggled. "It's
( ... )
Sorry for super late tag, life got unexpectedly out of hand for a couple days there.unseen_mapleFebruary 7 2010, 03:18:23 UTC
The situation seemed like it was getting worse by the second. But the advice Ace was giving them hadn't changed. Keep running. Well, he had to know better than them how to survive in this god-forsaken place. So Matthew kept runnning. He was tempted to look back to check on Ace, but he'd seen this in way too many movies. Looking back never helped.
Makoto had paused at the hallway entrance. Matthew didn't blame him. Whatever those things were, they looked less friendly than the fireplace.
Suddenly, Ace had rejoined them. Racing past them and up the stairs at the end of the hall. Taking full advantage of the path he had created, Matthew followed. Ace stopped in front of a door to let the two of them in. On his way past, Matthew couldn't stop himself from asking,
A-are you okay?
{ooc:I'm really sorry I disappeared for three days. I sort of got caught up in real life there. ^^; Also, am I right in assuming that the in game location is now Second floor, 27? I'm having a little trouble matching up the maps.}
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--well, it wasn't the Unseen World.
He stopped, turned around, for a moment failing to understand the change: instead of the abandoned hospital, the mud and cement, the mouldering tile and flashlights, there was something else, not the unlit signs and wooden stairs of the empty sanitarium, decades ago--
--his dad--
High plastered hallways rose above him, a carved wooden table with a vase of small flowers, the moulding clean and flawless, Western in style, not Japanese--this ( ... )
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His quiet pondering was interrupted by loud knocking at the door. Or more like violent pounding. Turning back he saw an angry looking teenage boy trying to break the door down. Matthew wondered why he hadn't thought of that. Not that it was working...
"umm..excuse me." He tried calling out to the boy, but was ignored in favor of the closet. Matthew was used to being overlook though, so it didn't phase him. In an attempt to be more noticable, he placed himself directly in the boy's path and tried again.
"Hello, ....umm, are you lost too?"
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But based on the introduction, he doubted it.
"Who are you?"
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"My name is Matthew. I don't know where this is, or how I got here. I've only been here a few minutes, so I can't really answer any questions." Canada figured he'd save the kid some time by laying out everything he knew up front. And since the kid had arrived after him, equally confused, Matthew was really starting to put more stock in his 'horror movie' theory.
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Fuck.
"Are either of you fucking Greenhorns bleeding?! Because if you are we're going to need to make a run for it if you don't want to die! So answer me now before this next dance number starts!"
And then there was March, lumbering to his feet, words slipping out like carelessly thrown darts straight at his heart. Some part of him wanted to feel betrayed by the attack, but he knew he couldn't. He had known the moment he reached into that core part of himself and drawn up the flames that this would be the outcome, however much he wanted to avoid it. It wasn't March's fault. He couldn't be blamed for this.
There was nothing. A thick veil of thoughtlessness. But nothing human, nothing even remotely resembling humanity. March's masters had choked down tight, till not even the tiniest shard of light could reach March's mental prison. It made him sick to his stomach,to see his friend reduced to this.
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Pulling his attention away from sudden proliferation of magic fire, Matthew focused on Ace's insistent question. Why would they have to run if they were bleeding? Was there a type of ghost that was attracted to the sent of blood? The growing part of his mind that had delved into complete panic helpfully supplied him with a mental picture of ghostly sharks. Or maybe some kind of ravening dogs....
Taking personal inventory, he noticed that the scratch on his ankle had only torn his jeans. The one on his arm, however, had drawn a thin line of blood. Not much, but.....
"I-I am bleeding. A little. It's only a scratch, though."
((ooc: Yeah, that was me being a moron. I somehow totally missed the 'attracted to all heat sources' thing. I thought it was just fire. ^^; Sorry for the trouble.))
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They were both fucking bleeding. La de fucking da. Something out there hated his guts ( ... )
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March twisted as he was tackled, back hitting the floor hard. "It's better this way." March told Ace, eyes fever-bright with madness and murderous intent, flames leaping and blazing as they grappled. The pair were about the same size, both incapable of being harmed by each other's fire--perhaps they would have been evenly matched, if March had been simply a man ( ... )
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He wasn't going down here without a fight.Ideally, he wasn't going down at all ( ... )
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The human brain had endless capacity for adapting. When he'd eaten the Mera Mera fruit, he'd become, in essence, flame. He had never feared its bite, and therefore been able to yield his unconscious mind to the flame. But the Phantasms had altered the almost symbiotic relationship he had with the fire. It had made the fire, for the first time since he had been 16, his enemy. The flame had turned and bit it's master.
And an instinctive reaction that caused pain every time it was used was quickly discarded by the brain as a destructive behavior.
What had once been an entirely unconscious reaction, allowing his body to shift to flame and avoid injury, even something coming at him as fast as a bullet was deteriorating.
So when March turned and grabbed, it caught him off guard, and March's hand closed tightly around his throat.
His hand locked around the wrist, fire and ice and flesh in equal measures, eyes narrowed as he struggled. "It's ( ... )
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Makoto had paused at the hallway entrance. Matthew didn't blame him. Whatever those things were, they looked less friendly than the fireplace.
Suddenly, Ace had rejoined them. Racing past them and up the stairs at the end of the hall. Taking full advantage of the path he had created, Matthew followed. Ace stopped in front of a door to let the two of them in. On his way past, Matthew couldn't stop himself from asking,
A-are you okay?
{ooc:I'm really sorry I disappeared for three days. I sort of got caught up in real life there. ^^; Also, am I right in assuming that the in game location is now Second floor, 27? I'm having a little trouble matching up the maps.}
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