The Fifteen Strangers Mods (
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.))

Phase 3
It's just you and those bleeding, blistered roots.
Those are now the only thing blocking the path forward.
You know what to do, right?]
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NOW, EVERYONE! FOCUS YOUR ATTACKS ON THE ROOTS AT ONCE!
[And true to his word, he makes as large of a hole as he can, flinging it towards the top of the roots - he'll move it around a bit to swallow up any regeneration attempts from other attacks and reinstate it if it gets too full, but THIS is his main time to shine for pure dps against it.]
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There's anger here, yes. But that's not his strongest emotion, and he knows it. Jealosy. Envy. That's where his strength lies.
Brain sucks in a breath, and narrows his eyes at those roots. They're the ones in his way--the ones that get to be closer to his humans than him. He can feel that familiar jealousy creeping up on him, wrapping around him like a familiar, poisonous blanket. He sinks into it as he lifts that saxophone to his lips and just
plays.]
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Time to shift from the glitterballs to something a bit more drastic, namely, the little freezer burn bombs she'd used in her fight against Brain that one time.
Yeah, that is indeed an entire fistful of iceballs she's lobbing that tree's way. ]