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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's prepared to move if they come after him, but not away. No, he has a different plan altogether.]
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[Brain feints to the side, then, hand jerking that barbed wire that he's unraveled up so hopefully that's what the root chomps down on--then if that's successful, he's going to try and push off with his good leg so he can get some height so he can get as much on top of the root as possible, pulling back on that barbed wire and wrapping it around the fishing pole and then scrambling over the other side of the root, attempting to make a barbed-wire bridle and reins with the fishing pole as a sort of way to hold the barbed wire.
Not that this process will save his hands from getting pretty cut up and the sleeves of the forearms of his jacket from getting shredded.]
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[It does not know what those words mean.
But the mouth does chomp down on the wire, he gets his reins. The vine starts bucking and writhing. Is this Brain's first rodeo? How well can he stay on as it fails around?]
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IT DOES NOT GO AS WELL AS HE'D HOPED
In fact, he's yelping as he kinda uhhhhh gets thrown about as he clings to that fishing rod for at least a little bit, but after hardly any time at all gets thrown off. He hits the floor a bit aways, rolling a couple times, before finally landing on his back, winded (despite probably not actually fully needing to breathe but listen)]
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Hhhrrrrrhhhhh...
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...my thanks, Lord Charon. [and he's going to try and push to his feet and survey the situation]
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But then, suddenly, the trajectory of the root is altered by nothing less than a black hole, which acts like a buzz saw and wood-chipper all at once, shearing through the remaining root and swallowing it up only to spray the fragments of its shrapnel... where? ]
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