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15corpses2023-05-10 04:41 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15corpses2023-05-10 04:41 pm
at once short of life, and long of sorrow.
[You are dead.
Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?
Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.
It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-
and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.
Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]
((OoC: Map for reference.))
Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?
Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.
It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-
and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.
Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]
((OoC: Map for reference.))
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[He begins to summon some swords.]
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Who or what is this parasite, and how do we get rid of it?
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[Pointing to the orange glowing thing nestled inside the growth.]
Pummeling its core is easy. The tentacles can be a nuisance...
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[not that that doesn't sound familiar to how you destroy a Roidmude but let's not think about that trauma right now]
Very well. [he frowns a bit, glancing down at his saxophone. It's good for long distance, certainly, and hitting things, but something that he might be able to pin it down with that he's used to using....
Brain turns his head to address Charon]
Lord Charon, do you perhaps have a whip I could use for the time being?
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He produces two items, though neither from his briefcase-turned-ridiculously-huge-gun. One is a fishing rod. The other is several lengthy coils of barbed wire, slightly dusty and smelling of ozone.]
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He looks almost bemused]
Well. Needs must. I can work with those.
[and he'll accept those from Charon]
Whatever payment you require for the use of these, I will pay it.
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[He transforms his Big Fucking Gun into a...whatever the fuck this is. This thing was a briefcase earlier!
Apparently, it's time for the fight!]
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But yep, negotiations later, fight now]
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[Moriarty has to take a bit of a breath for a second, given how much he was keeping the bugs off of everyone. Thanks for the coverage!]
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[...Well, he can probably explain that later.]
Their tentacled roots protect them, but without them they are otherwise little more than a brainless braggart.
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Understood! Then if that is the case, I can at least take on one of said roots!
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Hey! Do you all really need me for this one? It's just an overgrown weed.
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Ugh, fine, geez. Don't overload your pacemaker!
[And with that the younger twin's jumping into the air, taking four swords from each wing as he somersaults towards one of the tentacles with flourish and style.
Well, that or he's just showing off. Maybe it's both.
It's both.]no subject
THANK YOU!
[Before going to distract his own tentacle with his own plans. Don't let him down, boys!]
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A lot less blows than they're forced to endure now.]
Is it just you, or-
Yes, the Nidhogg is stronger than you, now please actually try and help kill it!
Me? Weak? Perish the thought!
[They'll just be squabbling over here, don't mind them.]