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Post by Iris on Oct 31, 2016 8:28:43 GMT
"Don't tell me what to do." Iris was just as quick to respond again to Hammond, rolling her eyes as if his suggestion was an annoyance more than anything. "I know what to do. Though if we want to all play leader right now..." Iris was extremely sure to accentuate the word 'play', pushing her way off the wall while materializing her large and shimmering staff. "Remember weapons are incredibly viable too. We shouldn't be so hasty to blow all our magic on room after room. People who do that really don't deserve to be healed." At the end of her sentence, Iris slid her hand through the loose hair over her shoulder, throwing it extravagantly past with a flip of her wrist. "That being said, we really should get a move on. Fumi here clearly doesn't have much time."
Fumi looked stunned and frightened when Iris said the last sentence so casually; one, because it seemed to mean and insensitive to say. Two, because she was right. Fumi had been feeling weaker ever since they entered this hell-hole and everytime something particularly painful came up, whether it be a memory of question of her morally shaky character, she'd felt like she was on the brink of dying. Was that the intention of the person who put them here? Clutching at her chest covered by the warm cape, Fumi furrowed her brows while thinking back to how painful that last moment had been...Iris was right, Fumi didn't have much time here.
Clutching the torch in one hand, Fumi, more silent than she'd been ever since their arrival here, made way to pull the knife from the hilt on her thigh, simply nodding in agreement to both Hammond and Iris's...orders? Hammond seemed more like a suggestion at times with his words, meanwhile...Iris gave off the air that she wasn't simply 'asking'. With the dull throb on her cheek becoming a distant memory to the knowledge of her limited time left, Fumi simply gestured with her head that she was ready.
The first door they chose led to a room just as similar, to the last. Made with a few broken down beds, windows closed up to let the barest hints of the faux moonlight in, and just as few monsters. This room left two to be dealt with again, their scissored and mechanical hands as ready to pierce as ever as they launched towards the entering group. Thanks to the initial explosion caused by Amelia and the follow up of the rest of the group, their coordination was growing better since the first room and the two low level, measly enemies crumbled, oozed, and dissolved into the floor, reforming a chest just as they had in the first room. Similarly, all that seemed to be in the chest was more useless vendor fodder junk and a small, shared amount of gold.
This process was easily repeatable for the small group, so long as t hey watched their mana management and did their jobs, Iris was able to keep the group at their normal conditions and Fumi made sure to keep anything that somehow made its way by off of Iris with quick disables, leaving the rest of the dirty work to her group. Around maybe 3 rooms later, the group would be hit with the same feeling they'd gotten in their first successful encounter, a level up! With the refreshing feeling of being stronger and a bit more replenished, the group would make its way back to the hallway where the measly attic ladder managed to still look ominous and foreboding. "Well..." Fumi finally managed to mumble after her period of silence, shifting the dwindling torch from hand to hand. "I feel like we stand a chance now."
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 1, 2016 22:52:18 GMT
Jenifer felt the weariness in her arms from constantly holding her halberd out fade when she leveled up. She stretched, feeling the bruises she had picked up vanish as well. "Yeah. I'm ready." She telescoped her halberd down into an axe to hang at her side so she could lead the way up the ladder. Behind her, Hammond's gun was replenished. He hadn't been injured, but it looked like those who were harmed had been healed by their level up. He let Amelia have at the ladder before him. She had the second heaviest armor and a good melee weapon. She'd be just fine up there.
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 4, 2016 11:38:48 GMT
As the group made their way through the rooms, Amelia could slowly feel herself running out of mana, though being careful not to take a drink of her mana potion. This tactic proved to be useful, as once they finished off the last group of monsters, she could feel all her health and mana return when they all leveled up. Twirling her sword around her like a baton, Amelia turned to follow Jennifer. "Let's do this! I'll try to deal with any small monsters that may pop up with the boss." Amelia mentioned to the group, following Jennifer up the ladder, casting a small fireball in her hands to try and light up some of the room ahead.
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Post by Iris on Jan 5, 2017 7:34:29 GMT
The group had decided to push forward, emboldened by their victories and their levels. This fantasy world, as much as it was trying to kill them, was oddly making them stronger along the way. Lillie, well aware of this, could offer only a sardonic smile; allowing things to build up, giving faith and hope...only to bring them down into a heaping rubble of helplessness. Nothing ever tasted sweeter!! “Humans are so weak to everything...even themselves. Let’s see how you handle this.” Her position atop the highrise rooftop changed in a sheer instant, her bare feet hitting the cardboard like tile atop the mock orphanage’s roof instead. Her closer presence allowed her deadly control to leak through like never before and she peered down into the large bubble that refused to pop in her hands, watching the group walk right into the spider’s web.
The attic, like the rest of the building, possessed an impossible space. Giving way into blackness, every step a groaning creak, the room seemed more like a gaping maw than anything and only half burnt candles shed their light to grant assistance. For the party of unfortunate adventurers, their walks forward would bring them to a singular object far in the back of this strange and wide room. Sitting atop a creaky chair with a moth-eaten, red curtain splayed around the walls and the floor, was a doll. Much like the enemies before it, its large, drawn on eye stared sightlessly at nothing in particular. The gash that represented its mouth was downturned, sewn tightly shut with tears just around the messy seams. However, there was more odd about it that made it stand out much more in comparison to the enemies before it. Firstly was the doll’s massive and thick locks of curly black hair, strangely slick and wet, falling in upset rivulets around the floor in a disparity of mass. The rest wound around the remaining, visible portions of the limbs and body, seemingly tangled in the revealed mechanical skeleton. Yet the strangest part was that the body simply wasn't fully there. The small torso was melded and almost seemed melted into the makings of a cage, its rust and tight bars entrapping the singular doll Fumi had encountered at the entrance to the dungeon, and in the dolls grasp was the small, glittering bead that their mission was for. Like the rest of the doll's body, the hair here was wound around both the bars and its trapped contents. “I don't like this.” Iris spoke plainly, her jaded gaze glaring holes into the doll fallen into despair. Nothing was ever THIS easy and this just seemed too thought out, too planned, and with a look at the visibly bothered Fumi, Iris thought it was also too personal. “That makes two of us.” The weepy girl replied, her fingers tightening around the torch she held. Her free hand reached up to rub against her cheek where she had been struck, making way to rub at her still stinging eyes when she noticed something amiss. From the doll’s single eye welled a large tear that grew and fell to the floor, then another, and another, followed by a pitiful sounding sob that left it's locked mouth. In an instant, the doll’s form shuddered up and from beneath the red drapery, the true nature of the doll appeared. With a horrendous screech of metal nature, eight long, mechanical arms appeared. Four held the doll’s limp and tattered body upwards, supporting it as its head lolled back and forth, bits of its hair being torn away in the jarring motion; the remaining four acted as arms that squeaked and creaked from side to side as its gangly fingers moved...then began to sign. For the others, it could have been seen as a strange and harmless gesture, but Fumi’s paling face revealed a hidden message. Dropping the torch, allowing it to fall and roll into a growing puddle, Fumi made a grab for her knives and shouted to her party. “Get ready!” Dropping its hands, the doll began to sob, its cries covered by its sewn mouth and its own limbs seemed to be pulled and bound tighter together by locks of hair. The four arms that weren't supporting her brandished their knife-like fingers, catching the candle light in a sinister glow before the leg-like arms sent it forward with a sound leaving the doll that sounded like crying laughter, arms moving to each member closest in the front while the puddles grew underfoot with the doll’s sobbing.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 5, 2017 21:45:14 GMT
Jenifer took a few steps backwards when she saw what awaited them. How the hell was she supposed to deal with that? Her halberd felt very small as she steadied it. Steely claws rushed down faster than she could dodge, smashing her off her feet. The claws scraped harmlessly off her heavy plates, but the force was not so kind to her body within the armor. Jenifer fell hard behind her comrades and a few drops of blood fell upon her chest from her mouth. Hammond yelped and ducked aside, narrowly avoiding its swipe. He rolled to his feet and fumbled for his gun. His shaking hands managed to aim it and take a single shot for the abomination's face. He wouldn't use more ammo until he was sure it was actually doing damage.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 7, 2017 19:24:16 GMT
The sight of the massive doll monster made Amelia step to the side, knowing this thing was about to run at them full speed. As it so happened, she was right! The nightmarish doll came rushing at them with its steel claws, Amelia placing her sword in front of herself to collide with the claw attack, sending herself flying backwards into a nearby wall. The fire mage grunted in pain, standing back up and glaring at the monster. "Don't try to take its attacks head on!" She called over to her teammates, seeing that Jennifer got hit as well. Concentrating on her sword, Amelia infused it with fire magic that made the blade burst into a brilliant orange flame. Pointing the blade at the doll, Amelia fires 3 bolts of fire at the monster's body in an attempt to make it catch fire. If they couldn't overwhelm it, they could at least keep it busy until it turned to ashes.
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Post by Iris on Jan 11, 2017 8:15:44 GMT
The doll’s hands were more like feet as it danced back after feeling its attacks land, repositioning itself as it sent the two front-line flying back. Fumi, feeling the vibrant fear in her chest, remained in the back as best as she could along with Iris who held her staff at the ready, scowling as she began to channel the lightest heal she had towards Jenifer’s direction, the bright ball of light generating in the head of the staff. “Take care of me until this goes off.” She barked her order to the small girl standing in front of her, who stiffened and looked back at her incredulously. Fumi was no constant fighter, the very idea of having to be responsible for herself and someone else was a horrifying thought!
The doll spun against its palms in what could have been interpreted as a dance of delight. However, it died out as its foolish pride allowed it to be hit with the fiery spell, the tied body shuddering as muffled screeches tried to leave its clamped mouth. The large eye began welling with numerous tears once more, sobbing loudly as the rivulets of salty streams poured down its face...and onto its burning body. The liquid was a ridiculous amount, a literal stream of tears now perpetually streaming from its watery eye that was putting out the burning flames upon its body, negating Amelia’s attack as much as it could.
Standing upon two of its arms, the doll rose its arms again and with a clack of its knife-like fingers, it began to side once again and Fumi shuddered. “I don’t get it...I don’t get it!” Shouting out at the beast, Fumi tossed one of her knives into the air, catching at the handle again to get a different grip, allowing for a faster, more effective toss as she aimed it towards the creature’s makeshift legs. “It just keeps saying “help”, I don’t understand!” At the same time, Iris cast out the small orb of light that washed over Jenifer, healing any particularly painful bruising or injured joints that would make combat difficult.
The knife jammed into the creature’s immobile leg as it cried, forging its way between the mechanism that allowed it to bend properly. The crying doll let out a low wail and a new leg took its place, the useless limb flailing on the ground as it suddenly thrust forward again, moving along the walls and ceiling in a frenzy as its sharp fingers allowed it to impale itself into the surrounding interior. Its 5 arms were poised and ready as it twisted its body around in a flurry of falling blades when it let go of the ceiling, aiming for the middle ground of the group where it’d seen the gun-wielder.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 11, 2017 18:17:18 GMT
Jenifer picked herself up, finding it easier than she expected. The armor was heavy, but not so much it was cumbersome. "Thanks Iris!" She called. Hammond scrambled when the boss's shadow came over him. "Get down!" He yelled, diving as far as he could. Jenifer ran to just outside of where the beast would hit the ground and raised her halberd. She would use the doll's weight against it. Hopefully her halberd wouldn't snap like a twig.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 11, 2017 23:17:47 GMT
Seeing that her attack was put out by the creature's tears, Amelia couldn't help but listen to what Fumi was saying. This creature knew sign language? "Ask what kind of help it wants! This thing was the one to attack us first, after all!" The fire mage yelled over, beginning to charge a fire spell into her sword and aiming it directly at the doll monster. If talking to it didn't work, Amelia was preparing to unleash one of her most powerful spells in her current state. "Let us know what it says!"
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Post by Iris on Jan 12, 2017 6:58:56 GMT
“Hmph. You're welcome.” Iris called out casually, her chest puffing with pride. About time someone recognized how vital and important her work here was! Meanwhile, in distress, Fumi held onto her only other knife with a trembling hand. “I can't understand it, it's not offering an explanation!” While she spoke, a cold sweat broke over her and she began chewing on her bottom lip, brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what this monster wanted!!
Far above, Lilli lay atop her long pillow, her fingers dancing from side to side with enthusiasm...despite the bored expression on her face. In front of her face was a bubble, playing out the events below and she only let out a soft “Ohhh…” as she eyed the fight. So the one with the halberd wanted to play close...good. With a faint smile, Lilli gave a flick of her fingers and the threads glinted just slightly and the monster followed suit. In this world...everything was her puppet and soon, she would feast from the fruits of her labor.
The creature’s legs met with the halberd, but its spidery legs wrapped around the end of the handle, putting its full weight into the fall. With a sob, it used one free arm to slash out at Jenifer’s close body, aiming directly for the head! All the while...its limp leg screeched with every movement it made on the ground. The sound shook Fumi and she quickly cried out to her team..”The...the legs! If we can make it immobile, it can't stop us! Hammond, aim for the gears at the...the knees?! I don't know what to call them! Hitting the body is useless, it's not the problem!”
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 12, 2017 19:05:35 GMT
Jenifer struggled under the doll's body. Her halberd was pinned down by its weight. She dropped to her knee, the knives that passed for the monster's claws passing so close overhead she could her the whistle. "Now would be a great time!" She yelled to Hammond, who was trying to aim in accordance to Fumi's suggestion. "I'm new at this! Amelia, back left leg, I'm going for the top left shoulder." His wavering arm pulled the trigger three times. Hopefully at least one would land true. Hammond's confidence was shook by this new and difficult task. Why couldn't this all be about what he was good at?
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 13, 2017 3:00:22 GMT
"Right, I'll get the legs!" Amelia yelled out as she finished charging her spell, aiming it directly for the doll's back left leg and swinging the glowing blade horizontally. A small wave of fire erupts out of the blade and barrels straight at the doll's legs, having more force behind it than the simple fire spell she had fired earlier. Hopefully if it loses its legs, they will be able to talk with it to see just why it needs help...yet is also attacking them. Could it be fighting against its will, like how maybe some of its friends are being held by kidnappers? Do mutant dolls in dreams have friends?
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Post by Iris on Jan 17, 2017 0:05:09 GMT
Following the three shots Hammond fired, a loud and metallic clang sounded out. The sharp, metal twang of the first bullet hinted at the miss as it sparked off the thicker metal plating making up the majority of the arms. However, the second and third shot ended with a sickening snap, the hiss of air leaving tubing following as one leg went slack and the other stiffening up , causing a piercing wail to leave the doll’s mouth. Down two legs, the doll shifted its arms to make up for its loss of balance and released a bit of its hold on Jenifer’s halberd.
Down two legs, and constantly shifting its arms to make up for missing stability, the monster was losing more and more arms to use for harm, and soon it became even more. Its operating arms soon became became one as the harsh fire of Amelia’s attack lay waste to its remaining left. The Crying Doll soon became a sobbing one and it fell away, off of Jenifer’s halberd to scuttle across the ground, the teeth-grindingly harsh sound of screeching metal following as its limp and useless legs clicked with useless machinery no longer connected where it should be. With only the two of its “legs” remaining, the doll now found itself relatively defenseless, only a muffled whining leaving it as it tripped and fell over its mass of broken, ruined legs.
On its body with the cage’s contents rattling frantically around, Fumi finally abandoned her post of watch over Iris, feeling the threat was safely nearly subdued. With another well-timed throw, Fumi lodged her remaining knife in another of its legs, leaving it with the final, only one. Seeing as how spent everyone else was, she turned her frantic look to Jenifer. “Get rid of its final leg, hurry! I don’t have anymore knives to exactly throw!”
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 17, 2017 3:00:03 GMT
Jenifer looked at Fumi like she had just dove into the doll's mouth. "Me? Why me!?" She glanced around, realizing everybody else had spent much of their mana reserves or bullets. "Oh. Dammit. Always up to me to do the dirty work." Jenifer lowered her body and charged, halberd out to spear a joint. "Amelia back me uuuuuuup!" She was the only other decent tank around, she could take a damn hit. Jenifer just hoped this would do the job. She wasn't much of a runner in the best of circumstances, and this halberd was seriously awkward.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 17, 2017 3:31:50 GMT
"Back you up?!" Amelia says with confusion, not sure exactly how to do that when the doll only had one leg left and was too large to try and keep still. She was impressed at how effective her earlier attack was, though. "Well...here goes nothing I guess." Amelia said with slightly exasperated, rushing at the massive doll and fired off minor fire sparks to get the doll's attention, rushing forward as if she would attack the leg. Once close, Amelia would slow down and get into a defensive position to try and block the attack should it try to swing at her with the remaining leg, or with another attack.
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Post by Iris on Jan 19, 2017 8:09:04 GMT
The doll, despite all its flailing, shot its arm upwards as Jenifer came clumsily at it. The razor sharp fingers scraped painfully loud against the metal if intercepted, roughly batting it away, but it could only do so much. With Amelia rushing at it, the Crying Doll screeched loudly and aimed to swing its leg back in the opposite direction to try and meet Amelia’s faux thrust forward. In a clamor of steel and spark, the doll foolishly met with Amelia’s thrust, causing an unintentional collision that cost it its last, and only good arm.
While this was happening, Fumi used the distraction she had made the two unwittingly create, rushing through to make her way to the doll where her knives lay embedded in the doll’s ruined arms. Skidding to a sharp halt, the momentum carrying her past one abandoned leg, where she wrenched one knife away, doing a clumsy tumble over due to the speed at which she came in. With a mess of scratches on her knees, Fumi leapt over and angled the tip of her knife against the rusted shut cage door, digging it through the red mass and causing the doll to sail endlessly.
Screeching and screeching, left defenseless by the shaky teamwork of the crew, the doll’s mouth tore apart at the sewn seams of its mouth. No longer silenced, the doll finally spoke as Fumi tried to dig through the weathered door. “Help...help...its dark! I can't breathe!” Frozen in place, Fumi looked at the doll in terror, the small and horrified voice pouring out from it growing more hysteric. “Dark, dark, spiders, cold, dark!!” However, the hysteric tone turned into a series of laughter, a mocking mannerism appearing. “Don't leave meeeeee. I'm scared!~”
“Shut up!” Fumi finally moved, no longer in fear, but rage while her pale face burned bright red, tears on the verge of spilling out. Her small body was now straddling the dolls, one hand firmly around its mouth as she dug the blade in ever deeper in the doll’s mock chest. “Shut up, shut up!” All that met her was muffled laughter, the wet and torn fabric of its mouth feeling grotesque against her palm. “I'm so afraid! I just wet my-” Fumi let go of the knife handle, both of her hands shifting to wrap around the doll’s small throat, squeezing in a snap decision of rage. She couldn't take it, she couldn't stand it, all these feelings and the humiliation...she wanted it to shut up forever, to stop dredging up what she wanted to forget! The doll’s cackling disappeared and in its wake was a wave of memories she had tried so hard to keep away.
Fumi was suddenly very small and very scared. Evening sunlight was pouring through unkempt windows and the rays burned her eyes as she struggled against the group of four other children. They laughed and they laughed, dragging her with them while she mutely cried out, kicking and screaming as best as she could up the rickety attic stairs.
The rest had always been a blur, but in this realm of dreams forcing things out from their tiny, dark crevices, they rang with a whole new type of clarity.
Fumi felt light headed as she struggled in a panic, a claustrophobic sensation making her chest burn with frantic breaths as bodies poured against her, smashing her into the floor harshly, knocking her remaining breath loose. Her arms were bending back now, feeble and weak against so many others that met her crying with harsh, mocking laughs, interrupted only by the zip of a roll of duct tape that bound her only means of communication. Over and over again, she felt the sticky tape wrapping from her forearms to her fingertips, her arms burning in pain as she whined and whimpered, begging for mercy as best as she could, but that too would soon end.
With her bound and gagged, they only laughed, their faces permanently blurred from her tears. They left her then, struggling to rise, in a dusty, cluttered attic with a locked door and far too many spiders. How long had she been there, she remembered thinking; it had been day, but now it was night and she was hungry...and she needed to use the bathroom.
It had been around half a day before she had been found, still crying and huddled up in a corner, her clothes ruined and her pride shattered. The caretaker faced severe reprimands, as did the kids involved, but Fumi could never undo what had been done. Something felt different to her that day on, something inside of her had changed, she never wanted to be that vulnerable again. Fumi never wanted to be caught, not so much as one more time.
Tears pooled out from Fumi’s eyes, mirroring those of the black haired doll who she was senselessly choking, its laughs turning in and out of choked sobs. She had had enough, she was sick of this! With a frustrated cry born of humiliation and fear, Fumi released her hold and instead gripped to her knife, pushing in with all her strength until the door lock snapped. Like a balloon deflating, the dolls breath wheezed out and Fumi wrenched the doll’s insides out with her bare hands, holding to the smaller doll within that was tangled in hair. Slicing and tearing away the wet locks, Fumi clutched to the ruined doll, sniffling all the while as her angry tears seemed to have no end.
Dropping the ruined hair and her knife, Fumi held a doll in one hand, and the hilariously insignificant bean in the other, furiously kicking at the limp monster beneath her. “Fuck you, fuck you! Fuck this place!”
Atop the building, Lilli only smirked, reaching a finger into the bubble that did not pop. When she withdrew her digit, a bright red bubble followed and with a sigh of pleasure as her horrifically long tongue snapped out to wrap around her dessert. Biting down, Lilli felt the sweet taste of the girl's misery and shame and she laughed faintly, rejoicing in the feeling of her strengthening body. “Thanks for the meal.~” She spoke softly before she simply no longer existed in their location, appearing back atop the ridiculous sky rise where she floated whimsically to the ground with a dramatic yawn. “I'm full..time for a nap…”
Back within the room, everything rumbled ominously. The walls began chipping away and the window's began cracking, all while the monster's corpse began to fade away like all the others before it. Fumi’s once active and angry form fell to her knees, exhausted and crying as she felt the fight leave her almost instantaneously. She was so tired...she just wanted to go home, but Iris wasn't having any of it.
Approaching from behind, she jerked Fumi upwards by her hood, and Fumi followed with nothing more to say. “This place is clearly falling apart, we need to go. NOW.” And she made her way back with Fumi fumbling behind to a door that was far more close than it had been before and upon exiting this, they would find themselves back outside as if nothing had ever happened.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 21, 2017 0:27:06 GMT
Hammond's mind was free to make connections when the monster fell, and the moment the creature spoke he understood what was going on. "Oh, it's you. I would have figured it out quicker if it wasn't trying to smash me." Hammond declared, ignoring her breakdown over the delight of discovery. Jenifer's halberd served as a useful lever in shoving him aside. "Hammond, you jackass." She growled as she passed. Hammond just blinked in surprise. "What did I do?"
Jenifer picked up the smaller woman in a crushing hug, uncomfortable and cold against her armor but warm with compassion. "Hey. It doesn't matter what happened here. We aren't going to judge you." She only dropped the little thief to run for the exit, where Hammond had already slipped out. They were back in Ellen's little bunker, the excitable shop keeper leaning against the counter in anticipation. "Hey, you didn't die! That's great! You got the bean, right? I asked you to get a bean, remember. I hope you got it, I really needed that." Jenifer sighed. Some things never changed. She turned to Amelia. "Hey, thanks back there. I would have probably taken a hit if you didn't make that swing. You need a recharge?" She gestured to the blue potions on the shelf.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 23, 2017 5:17:50 GMT
Backing away from the scene, Amelia watched as Fumi brutally killed the doll monster. Considering that this entire area seemed to be part of Fumi's nightmare, this doll was probably one of her possessions when she was a kid. She was still annoyed by how Fumi was a thief, so she chose to let the others deal with Fumi as she ran out and arrived back at Ellen's shop. "Yes, we got the bean! The girl over there has it, by the way." Amelia said to Ellen, motioning to Fumi. Turning her attention to Jennifer, Amelia nodded her head. "That would be great, I used my potions during that training section back there." Looking around the shop, Amelia saw more mana potions along the wall. Once they get paid, she'd buy some more.
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Post by Iris on Jan 30, 2017 3:09:56 GMT
At the owner’s plain response, Fumi tossed the bean to the counter slightly harder than she should have, infuriated with the damnable thing. All of that...for something so stupid and small. Her dredged up past, regardless of the comfort Jenifer had tried giving her, was pulled out of the cobwebbed depths. Fumi hadn't wanted to remember her childhood trauma and how it had shaped her into what she was today. She just wanted to be her, not her past self! Someone who took and felt good taking and felt even better when she wasn't caught. For once, Iris wasn't the most grumpy person in the room and Fumi’s animosity towards everything around her was no good for anyone, it was making her fingers itch…she couldn't control herself, it just wasn't in her nature, and the grumpy seamstress was keeping her far too close for her own good. Despite the harsh lesson she had been given, Fumi found her fingers slipping between the intricate silk veil, aiming for the gleaming, golden pouch on her waist...but Iris dropped her instantly and strode towards the counter proudly, leaving a sulky and dissatisfied Fumi.
Iris, however, was amiable enough after finally getting out of that drab and awful place. “Hmph, honestly, I'm a gift no matter the time or place. You're all welcome for keeping you alive.” She approached the counter then and undid the clasp on her waist, pulling out the ring she felt was ‘horrid’ and tossing it onto the counter. “Give me whatever you will for this ugly thing. Just knowing I don't have it on my person makes me feel better.”
Behind the group, the softest sound of the door could be heard as it opened, a single white head peeking out from the crack. Between the messy, curly bangs, a set of sleepy, red eyes looked out at the group. “O-Oh… adventurer-th. Good..good…” A slight, small yawn left her lips while she entered the shop, rubbing at the corners of her eyes. The small girl wore a large, white, long sleeved nightgown with an oversized green robe and her white hair was down, messy and curled. “It th-eem-th…I've lo-th-t th-omething important… I need help finding it.”
Fumi, in dire need to snatch, made a move behind the girl as if she were trying to walk to the other side of the room. A little too close, but she could easily pass it off as a bump! Her deft fingers entered the nearest pocket to search for something, anything...her fingers fell against something slick and...smooth? When she pulled her hand back, a limp serpent lay still, roused from its sleep by the little thief’s grasp. Raising a tired head, unblinking eyes and flicking tongue turned towards her, body slithering and coiling around her fingers, leaving an initially tense and stunned Fumi to turn into a quickly screaming one. Shaking her arm wildly, Fumi was in tears as she wailed and tried to get it off, only making the frightened creature hold ever tighter.
Shaken, Mari’s eyes seemed more aware and less dreamy as she turned to the commotion, hands outstretched as she tried to follow the scrambling Fumi. “W-wait! Thtop thruggling! They’re not going to hurt you! Thlow down!” Fumi, backed against the nearest table, held her arm as far away from herself as if it were a monster; her head was turned away, eyes closed, tears still trickling down her face. Why did this girl have a fucking snake in her pocket?!? Mari approached slowly, speaking in a hushed tone while wiggling her fingers between the space of Fumi’s wrist and the serpent’s body. “It’th okay...relax, come on now…” Gradually, its hold lessened and Mari safely uncoiled it, sighing softly as it retreated back into the pocket of her robe. “I don't know how it got out...thorry about that.” Giving her pocket a loving pat, Mari yawned softky and rubbed at her eyes once more. “Tho...will you help me find my lotht thing? If you will, come meet me down the threet, I can thow you where it ran off to...” she stood awkwardly for just a moment before making her way back behind the door , slowly and politely closing it behind her.
Meanwhile , Fumi was rubbing at her arm and sniffling all the while. “W-Why was that in there?!”
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 30, 2017 5:37:51 GMT
"One mana potion." Jenifer quickly swapped some gold and grabbed it. "Here you go." She handed the blue liquid to Amelia. "Ehehehe, yes. Thanks guys! As promised, you can all pick a single magical item from my shelves!" Erin waved to shelves behind her counter. Hammond laughed at the little thief's misfortune. "That would be her summon. Everybody but you and Iris can use them. Just, you know. Not in our dreams. We'll be with you in a minute miss."
He went backstage to choose a magical object for himself. Toasters, microscopes, cameras. Largely junk. Hammond rummaged through until he found something delightful. "I'll take these." He pulled binoculars from the shelf, a simple sturdy black pair. "That's a great choice! You have good tastes, especially in magic items. To somebody of your tastes I would gladly sell more." Erin's eyes twinkled, but Hammond ignored her, enjoying his new toy. He had made a good choice of course. He didn't need her to tell him he had good taste. He just had no need of anything else.
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