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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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Which, considering the usefulness of Moriarty's power, simply will not do. There's a spike of anger that goes through him, and he's turning, lifting the saxophone's mouthpiece so he can concentrate that anger--how dare you attack part of my party--and use it to spit out bright red music notes at the one that was sent out, hoping to at least knock it off course momentarily, if not damage its wings as well.
Unfortunately that's going to take his attention off of the one he'd just maimed--and it's going to easily catch him in the side and he makes an 'oof' sound as he goes down.
Brain comes out of his wince just in time to see those claws coming down at him, and he's making a strangled, panicked noise as he brings that saxophone up in front of him horizontally, planning on trying to block those claws that way]
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The one with the red spikes on its head, though, it's seeing its opportunity and taking it. These bugs aren't terribly strong, but they are quick.
The sax makes a surprisingly effective shield, stopping much of the blow. Still, the bug tries to slide one claw off and at least take a poorly-aimed swipe.]
tw: mention of eye stuff
Brain's eyes widen as he sees that claw coming, and jerks his head to the side just in time for it to graze his cheek, leaving him with thin scratches that immediately begin to bleed but let him dodge getting an eye gauged out.
He grunts, then, gripping the saxophone and shoving hard, moving to at least push the bug a bit farther away--enough so he can quickly pull his knees up to his chest and kick out with both feet, aiming to kick the bug off of him]
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He's then resummoning the saxophone so he doesn't have to bother bending to pick it up as he launches himself at that bug--gripping the neck of the saxophone in both hands so he can then bring the bell down as hard as he can at the thing's skull]
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But the sax comes down hard, with a sickening mix of squishing and cracking. This bug stops moving, and the roots immediately work to start reclaiming it.]
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When it finally stops moving and the roots start to reclaim it, he's ignoring the burning in his thigh to reach out and try and yank the corpse out of reach]
No, you don't--!
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But better there than being absorbed back into the roots to do who knows what. So he's going to just drag that back so it's as far out of the roots' reach before abandoning it, looking around again at the rest of the bug situation]
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So there's just the white one creeping up on Moriarty, and there's a green one just getting hit by some more of Val's glitterballs.]
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But as it goes for him, he takes care of it neatly, sending it spiraling off--so Brain will go after it, if nothing else than to just finish it off and get that corpse out of the way also.]