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Post by Greed on Sept 15, 2012 15:44:15 GMT -5
"Oooh.... right." Lyla blinking, looking at Kyle for a moment, before finally aiming her bizarrely shaped cannon at the squirming rock tree, now that Trevor and Kyle weren't in the line of fire. Juli just stared at the giant gun arm mouth abomination thing that Lyla had made, then looked at the tree.
"Yo, uh... finish him.... it?"
"...Suppose there's nothing left to do, really." Lyla shrugged, and without any further thought, fired off a blinding flash of white energy at the tree. Explosions filled the path of the blast, as chunks were liberally torn out of the trunk of the stone creature. Curiously, Trevor and Kyle's hair stood on end for a moment, as the series of blasts passed them. Turning into a blue, crystalline liquid, the gun vanished, and was replaced with Lyla's normal arm.
"So... I don't know about anybody else, buuuut.... I'm feeling just the slightest bit weirded out now."
"Really...? Just now?"
Regardless, Lyla stared intently at the cloud of dust and ash surrounding the rock and dirt tree's location.... it was dead NOW, right?
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Post by Tokrochiru on Sept 15, 2012 23:39:17 GMT -5
The tree was decimated. The bombs, the gunshot, the energy blast, and Arkadi's slash waves reduced to slices and embers. Kyle looked blankly as the assault completely destroyed the tree. All of these people...they were abnormalities, much like him. Abnormalities capable of unleashing profound chaos.
....Were they like him, he wondered? Did they try as hard as he did to-
....
Kyle's thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the ground shaking beneath his feet. The entire area was caving in. Pieces of the earthen ceiling were falling to the ground, and Kyle knew exactly the reason why.
In the process of combating the tree, the group, altogether, must have caused too much damage to the surrounding structural area. Maybe if they hadn't been so reckless, this wouldn't have happened. If Kyle hadn't uprooted the tree, the green archer hadn't thrown those bombs, and Lyla hadn't fired that cannon, it all could have been avoided.
There was no fixing that mistake though. Right now, they needed to get out. Fast.
Kyle decided to acknowledge the punk rocker's assistance later, when they weren't in so much danger.
Kyle muttered to himself quickly...
"Kyle Matua, enable civilian safety protocols. Yes, my master."
Kyle's eyes returned to their normal, human form, and with it returned the restrictions on his strength. After this, Kyle wasted no time in grabbing the still cowering student that Trevor knew as Niel, and looked for an exit. At the area opposite of where they entered the chamber, there was an opening in the wall, leading into another hallway. Kyle made a break for it, hoping, for their sake, that the others would follow not far behind.
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Post by Jisui on Sept 16, 2012 23:17:30 GMT -5
As the loud din of the gunshot died in the echoes of the cavern, Clara could not help but slump back against the stalagmite in slight exhaustion. Her knees began to quiver, and a slight sheen of sweat enveloped the half-elf's forehead as if she had done something heavily taxing to her body. Held laxly in her left hand, was her large revolver, the mirror of which had cracked somewhat in the center. So it had worked... that thing had gone down easier than she had thought. Of course, it probably wasn't expecting heavy resistance from a group of college students. Warily, Clara turned her eyes about the group, who looked the same as her, but obviously were far from the same. The quiet one, Kyle, had displayed almost comical strength in lifting the giant tree by himself. The idiot with the wooden sword was dumb enough to attack it head on while they were firing at the tree, but he had somehow managed to pierce it. Aika was either a remarkably talented summoner, or held a strength that Clara couldn't even comprehend. And the girl with the blue hair, along with the one with shades... judging by what they had done, they weren't normal at all either.
What purpose were they all here for? Why them, of all people...?
Clara would find her musings to be short-lived, the elf feeling her heart sink in her chest as the ground began to quake beneath her. Had they been too reckless with their attacks? With a start, Clara jumped to her feet, her eyes widening when she realized that the cave was caving in. Large pieces of rock began to crash down around her, and she realized that if they didn't all begin to move towards the exit, there would be no more pondering for her. They would all be dead.
...Dead? She could not help but swallow, when she realized that she could die here. Clara had seen a lot of things, but never had she been put in a situation where death had been an outcome. How was she supposed to feel? Afraid? Numb? The aspect which made Clara Alvez so different from the rest, emerged among the chaos. It was something that other's were afraid of, but her father had lauded. Amid the total chaos that was emerging in the caves, she was calm. Amid the screams of the earth raging about her, she thought of her next move.
Confronted with death, Clara could only think logically and calmly. Emotion was not a factor.
Her eyes darted to Aika, reaching for her arm in a similar fashion to before. First, they needed to get out of here. It would be faster if she took Aika with her, and perhaps her magic would come in handy. Whatever plans she had come up with seemed to have come to a cruel conclusion however, as a stray slab of rock fell from the top of the ceiling, slamming against her right shoulder with a devastating crash. With a 'pop', Clara's shoulder gave an odd noise, as if something had gave way, and the elf could only give a painful cry before collapsing to the ground in a heap.
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Sept 17, 2012 11:30:03 GMT -5
Robin Hood shrugged at Trevor, dismissing his complaint. "My bombs held no danger for you. You weren't within their range. I am a rather remarkable marksman after all, so there's no need to be so upset."
The emerald archer become silent as the ground began to shake. All the power displayed here, particularly that man uprooting the entire tree and the armored being unleashing that powerful wave of energy from his blade, caused some sort of damage to this place's structure. However, they had managed to defeat their adversary. Getting out of this place should not be too difficult.
Meanwhile, Aika had covered her mouth in terror as she saw Clara's shoulder crushed by a piece of debris and heard the elf release a painful cry as she fell onto the ground in a heap. The kitsune had been in combat situations before, but it was rare when she actually saw an ally take such an injury. On top of that, this room was collapsing and they all needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
So she did the first thing that came to mind.
"ROBIN HOOD!!!" The kitsune screamed. The heroic spirit was at her side in nearly an instant. He silently looked down at Clara's downed form then at his master's frightened face. Now was not the time for comical quips. It was time for action. He gently scooped the hispanic elf off the ground while his master jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Robin Hood saw Kyle heading for an opening in the wall and followed him. The spirit's speed allowing him to catch up with the super strong student quickly.
The chivalrous thief yelled out to the others, just in case they were panicking too much to notice.
"Everyone! This way!"
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Post by Jisui on Sept 17, 2012 12:28:00 GMT -5
Although she tried to keep her voice calm, out of some semblance of stubborn pride left in her, Clara couldn’t hold back a hiss of pain once Robin Hood began to move her, gritting and gnashing her teeth together in an attempt to block out the pain. Although she wasn’t a stranger to pain, it came about her in such vivid, numbing waves that she couldn’t help but to give the occasional yelp in Robin Hood’s arms, chest heaving in heavy motions. Regardless, it was somewhat remarkable how well she was still able to think about the extent of her injury. From where the rock had hit her, it had seemed like something had been dislocated, perhaps her shoulder. Her arm seemed to have been broken as well.
Her mother would have been able to fix something like this with middling difficulty, she thought ruefully. Clara’s gaze turned to the kitsune on the back of the emerald archer, words forming on her lips slowly. However, her expression again turned to that of a grimace, pain coursing through her body once more, and she settled for a rather weak, but appreciative smile.
Clara’s heavy revolver had seemingly dissipated into the wind once the rock had hit her. As if not able to hold its figure any longer, it returned to an amorphous form, then split up into the two separate revolvers from before. Dutifully, they both returned to the inside of her front pockets, the Hispanic elf giving one last look at the crumbling skies above her, before everything collapsed to total black, and she went limp in the chivalrous thief’s arms.
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Sept 18, 2012 2:28:04 GMT -5
...! The tree crumbled, as did the remainder of this labyrinth. Apparently destroying the tree had liberated the group, but that left one other conundrum in itself. It wasn't just the knight himself in danger, but everyone around him was in danger. Attempting to swerve past the falling debris from the ceiling, the knight began to skid against the ground while leaving sparks of blue energy trailing at his feet. He began to survey the area and witnessed the earth from the air cascade upon Clara, as she struggled to get out.
Suddenly, his pace began to break. No, he couldn't just run away. Even if it meant taking damage, he had to protect everyone as a judge. He couldn't let everyone be hurt in front of him as an unjust verdict; he wanted to guard the persecuted, but he realized that he had so much more to learn from the armor he wore. It wasn't something he could use to fend off the forces of evil. It was a culmination of every hero before him who had to learn through the experiences of the armor that they were to humble themselves throughout their tribulations.
"Damn...no...! I couldn't protect her..." The rapid pace of the knight's movement decelerated into a slouch as he grimaced from behind his impregnable mask. He was starting to barely avoid rock after rock as disgrace descended upon him, probing into his very soul to help him realize that his journey was far from over and it had just begun. Through this experience, however, he realized that he wasn't putting himself forward; he couldn't ever do that. Not without the armor, or even with the armor, he was always trying to be selfless, trying to be something different than how he was labeled from behind the mask. Sometimes it worked out for him, often, it seemed he was trying to downplay what luck he had in the conditions he was born in. He was his own kind of hypocrite, he lied to himself all of the time. Hopefully, donning this armor would get him out of the habit of it.
By why did it matter now that she was saved? Was it out of hesitancy? Glory? No, the armored figure couldn't continue thinking about this. It was debilitating his movement past the debris and his conscience would only travel into a downward spiral from here...
The armored knight could only think forward with a deluge of thoughts confronting his mind and continued to follow Kyle and the summoner into the cavity of the chamber. Awaiting to see where the exit would be in this labyrinth, he tried to maintain a more positive frame of mind moving forward where he could escape from the labyrinth with his allies.
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Post by Greed on Sept 18, 2012 13:43:10 GMT -5
Juli and Lyla's eyes both widened when Clara's shoulder got dislocated by a falling rock; neither of them had really expected it, and it spurred both of them into movement. Juli took off like a shot towards the exit, unhindered by any sort of exhaustion given that... well...
"Damn, this isn't good... " Juli murmured as she ran. Lyla was beginning to stumble behind as they ran, but Juli couldn't even notice it through the massive amount of noise all the falling rocks were making, the athletic girl more concerned on not getting a concussion from all the falling rocks.
Infact, she didn't notice even when Lyla tripped and fell, and as she scrambled up, even further behind now... if she didn't start really running, then she was going to get smashed.
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Post by Advix on Sept 19, 2012 1:40:23 GMT -5
Trevor stood dumbstruck as the long haired british chick blew up the marble tree, smithereens bouncing off of him in his oblivious state. Who were these people? He just met them, or at least most of them, then they were stuck in this place, and now it all turns out they had powers. Trevor knew that magic existed and what not, but what was the meaning of all this? He couldn't stand there for too long, though. Their wanton destruction shook the place up, and the room was caving in. He would have said something, or facepalmed, had there not been any rocks to dodge. He watched as the big guy grabbed Niel and made a break for a whole in the wall. Trevor was about to run after him, but... His conscience got the better of him. He couldn't just run away for himself. What if someone fell behind? No one deserved to die in this place... He ran over to the whole in the wall, watching the others as he dodged debris. He winced as the elf girl took a hit, but "Robin Hood" picked her up along with the fox girl. The armored guy and the buff chick made it out as he hung by the edge of the wall, but where was the british chick? He then saw her struggling to her feet as the ground shook. She was really behind now, and Trevor didn't think she would make it, so he slipped his bokken through a belt loop, and sprinted over to her. He didn't even ask for her permission, he simply scooped her up in his arms, and ran as fast as his swift legs would go. When they passed through the whole and into the hallway, he placed the british chick down on her feet, and let out a sigh. Even after pushing himself, his breathing was calm. Perfect. He had a real headache though, and needed a little extra comfort, so he jammed his hand into a pocket and pulled out a lolipop. Watermelon~... He looked around at the other students, and saw the elf in the faceless dude's arms, noticing she was unconscious.
"...We really need to get out of here, pronto. This is gonna be a helluva stretch, but does anyone have a bandage or something? I can pop her shoulder back in, but I need to stabilize her arm, too. If you guys have nothing, it's fine. I'll use my own shirt if I have to."
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Post by Tokrochiru on Sept 19, 2012 21:02:08 GMT -5
"Medical attention can be given once we vacate the vicinity," Kyle said to the punk rocker as he continued through the hallway. He continued to speak unnervingly monotonous. "We're not currently safe from the effects of a cave in. Follow with haste."
The sound of crashing and rumbling continued on as the group continued onward into the hall. It was only after about ten minutes of straight running that the rumbling stopped, and they appeared to be out of immediate danger.
Kyle, after hearing the lack of noise stopped in his tracks, and turned around robotically. He considered the circumstances very carefully. How much dirt must have fallen there? Likely more than they could efficiently dig through.
At the very least, however, they were safe. Or, at least, that was the way it seemed.
With the immediate threat out of the way, set the speechless student down on the ground softly, and looked to the others. Some of them seemed severely injured, while others were merely exhausted. Some, surprisingly enough, seemed to be in good shape despite the circumstances. Regardless of their conditions, however, Kyle knew they wouldn't be alive if it weren't for the fact that they were all so...
"...Irregular," Kyle said aloud. "All of you are irregularities."
His face remained remarkably expressionless as he spoke.
"....NO FUCKING SHIT!!!" the cowering student, said, standing up suddenly. Kyle hadn't predicted that the only seemingly normal human in the vicinity would be so quick to regain his energy.
"What the hell is this!? I mean, what the hell IS this!?" the student continued to exclaim in a recognizably Irish accent. "This is the kind of fuckin' nonsense that folks who toke weed wish they hallucinated about! I-....I don't even remember how I got here!"
The dirt-covered, panicked student pointed at several of the people present as he went on about every single thing that was unusual about them. The rant went on much longer than the average human attention span could really bare to pay attention to it. Eventually, the student's voice started to strangely sound less and less obnoxious, as if it was merely background noise.
"....And you, you....Polynesian Hulk! What's with the way you talk!? You some kinda robot or something!? Huh!?"
"You could say that," a smooth, low-pitched voice said as a slender figure rounded the corner of the next turn down the hallway. The figure was definitely humanoid, though in a somewhat uneasy sense. His skin was white as snow, his hair was red as a rose, and, while he looked to be somewhere in his late twenties, the bags under his eyes made him much older. His figure was lean, and covered with a black khakis and a gray duffel jacket.
"Even the most socially advanced Constructs are not quite up to par to natural or supernatural organic life. It is the curse that almost all artificial life of his kind suffer."
Kyle raised his fists in response to the pale man's words. He had heard the word "construct" before, and only from certain VERY dangerous individuals.
"Kyle Matua," he began to tell himself, "remove civil-"
"There's no need for that," the pale man interrupted. "I may not be an angel, but I am no demon, either."
The pale man looked to each member of the group individually, retaining a curious smile which added to his strange, but not completely threatening aura.
"I believe that you all have...questions, do you not? If so, I would be happy to entertain you with answers. After all, it is why I stand in front of you at this very moment."
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Post by Advix on Sept 19, 2012 21:40:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, I got some questions," Trevor spoke impatiently. "Where are we, how did we get here, and how do we leave?" Trevor really didn't like the look of this guy, and too many things were happening all at once. He wanted to get out of this crazy place, and go to sleep. Neil was saved, everyone was alive, but the elf chick still needed attention. They had no reason to stay in this place anymore, and had an even more urgent need to leave. ...Right? Maybe he was too tired and annoyed, and should have been taking things more slowly, but his body wanted sleep, and there was a girl who needed to be cared for. He wanted out as soon as possible.
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Post by Greed on Sept 20, 2012 0:24:01 GMT -5
Lyla was equal parts shocked and embarrassed that Trevor had saved her, and the way that he had... well, it certainly wasn't something she was used to. But even more strange, was the way Kyle was talking, and then this bizarre man showed up. And instantly, Trevor said what they were all most likely thinking.
"Yeah, what he said." Lyla spoke flatly, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, I kinda just wanna... go to sleep now. Maybe discount this as a bad acid dream or something later." Juli's comment earned a raised eyebrow from Lyla.
"You do acid?"
"Nope. I'm just guessing this is what an acid dream is like, haha. Huge dudes that talk like robots, cosplay powered magical girl, freaking Robin Hood, etcetera. So hey, new guy, when can I go to sleep!?"
"And, uh... don't suppose you could help the elf girl out of this mess, could you?" Lyla added on. Juli scratched her head, muttering to herself.
"Y-yeah, that too."
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Sept 21, 2012 11:08:56 GMT -5
Aika and Robin Hood were both relatively silent during Trevor's little freakout. The heroic spirit tensed at the sudden appearance of the unknown man, but relaxed when his master gently squeezed his shoulder, signaling that she didn't see this man as a threat.
The kitsune climbed off the chivalrous thief's back and dusted off her dress. "My questioning is the same as the queerly dressed man's." She was much calmer than before. Of course, she was still worried about Clara's condition, but it seemed like the hispanic elf was in no immediate danger of dying. She would definitely recover from her injury, although popping her shoulder back into place would undoubtedly be a very...unpleasant experience for her. As for this mysterious man...he came out of nowhere. He was very calm. He also seemed to have some connection with the brutish man, Kyle. Apparently he was a "Construct". From the word alone, it was obvious he was some sort of artificial creation.
Aika mentally sighed. Humans and their obsession with creating artificial lifeforms. At least when magical and spiritual beings created life it wasn't so obviously fake. Kyle's robotic tone and unusual habit of referring to himself as "master" was a rather large giveaway that he wasn't entirely natural. That would also help explain the odd feeling she got from him when she saw him earlier in the day.
Her curiosity suddenly got the better of her.
"Actually..." She started. "I have yet another question. Thou referred to Kyle as a "Construct". I am curious as to what that is. Dost he lack the normal spark of life that the average person holds? Thou did say he was comparable to a robot."
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Post by Tokrochiru on Sept 23, 2012 6:51:28 GMT -5
"Since I'm feeling charitable," the pale man said, "I think I will heed the blob's request first."
The man snapped his fingers, and a red aura formed around Clara's body. The aura remained there for a few moments before dissipating. Any injuries she had vanished along with the aura.
Somehow, the spell managed to force Clara to come to her senses. There was also a very strong flavor of iron lingering within her mouth, as if she had just swallowed quite a bit of her own blood.
"Don't expect me to do that too often. I lack the necessary...."reagents" to create such miracles on a regular basis. Now, on to the question about your Construct friend."
The pale man looked Kyle dead in the eye, and smirked. Kyle couldn't tell why he was smirking. He already had quite a bit of trouble deciphering people's facial expressions.
"Tell me, Kyle. Do you believe that you are, in fact, human?"
Was he human? That wasn't a question he was used to answering. Truth be told, he had asked his parents that question several times. There only ever gave him one answer.
"My parents say I am who I wish to be."
The pale man nodded understandingly. "Very well, then," he said. "Answer me this. Can you describe how pain feels?"
Kyle tried his best to give the pale man a satisfactory answer. He searched his memory for indicators of "pain" but could not recover anything, save from claims that other people have felt it. He responded in the best way he could.
"My parents say I am who I wish to be," Kyle said. He spoke with the exact same tone and inflections as the last time he said it. It was as if it was merely the same audio clip, but repeated once over.
The red-haired man stretched his arms out toward Kyle with his palms open, as if presenting him to an audience. "Need I say more?" he said.
"But really, none of this is relevant to your current conundrum now, is it? I should get to answering the more important questions. 'Where are we, how did we get here, and how do we leave?' The answers are complicated, and I unfortunately do not have time to answer them all in detail. I am restricted to a very tight schedule, and should I break curfew, I may meet a most unpleasant demise."
Kyle watched as the pale man scratched his chin. More questions were being raised than were being answered. Kyle, as a result, deemed him to be poor at answering questions.
"Why are you limited on time?" Kyle asked simply.
"Magic forbids me from telling you that," the man replied. "But, ignore that for the moment. It is irrelevant information. The best explanation I can give you for where you are is...underground. Deep, deep beneath Carnigan University and the area that surround it. It is a place maliciously blessed by the earth. A place created by nature's dark side. Everything around you is very much evil, but also completely natural. It descends much deeper down than you are now. At the bottom of it all are two things. One of them is loved by many, and loathed by a few. Another is loathed by many, but loved by a few."
The pale man began to pace around. Perhaps he was getting a little tired of standing still whilst speaking. Then again, nothing bout this man seemed very certain.
"Most of you were brought here by servants of the Those Below. I can not divulge their intent, but I can say that most of you were brought here with a specific purpose in mind. Not all of you, but most. I believe there are at least two or three of you who are here for..."unique" reasons. Or not so unique, depending on your viewpoint. Again, I must stress that magic prevents me from telling you specifics."
As the pale man spoke, he made no effort to hide the apparent fangs that resided within his mouth. Perhaps this man was inhuman, much like most of the others present at the moment.
"Finally, to answer the stick-wielder's third question, I can provide you all with a means to leave this place whenever you wish. However, you should also know that while you may be able to leave this labyrinth, you will never be rid of its snare. Those Below will pursue you endlessly, without tire. Unless, of course...no, it seems this damned spell prevents me from telling you even that. I suppose you will have to figure it out on your own."
The pale man seemed finished with his long-winded, extremely vague answers. Niel was speechless before it all. He stood behind Robin Hood, seemingly seeking protection from the legendary chivalrous thief.
"Now," the pale man said in closing, "do you wish me to show you the way out now, or do you have more questions? Again, I have little time, so please, for my sake, try not to ask anything complicated."
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Post by Jisui on Sept 23, 2012 15:13:35 GMT -5
It was understood to Clara that people called seers did exist in this world, people who could see premonitions of the past in its entirely, those who could alter the flow of fate on a whim by suggesting certain things to others. A man who was told that he would die tomorrow, would certainly try to change his fate. That's why, compared to that type of ability, her own ability seemed so utterly pointless. If a seer could see premonitions of the future, Clara's ability could be called premonition of the past. How utterly trite... when you compared the two, one was obviously more useful than the other. To see the future, had the merit of trying to change it. The past had already occured. Seeing visions of events that she had no bearing on... from the very beginning, it was completely pointless, she told herself.
That man had always been there on that street at night, with not even the silhouette of the moon to comfort him. All the lights were dead, and the decrepit nature of the street, along with the occasional whispers of the repellent night wind, all told him to leave. The man looked as if he was in his late 20s, adorned with black slacks, a simple white button-up shirt, and a grey vest. His face was handsome looking, with a slight stubble on his chin and warm brown eyes, but it was also lined with age.
Pitter patter. A bystander in ragged clothing walked passed the street, shooting him dirty looks as he passed. Distantly, he saw the flashing lights of a police car in the distance, and knew that someone had called the police on him. It was clear he was not welcome here. So the most logical thing to do would be to leave, or make an excuse that he had something to do.
His whole life had been a web of lies, intricately woven to deceive everyone he knew. A detective's work was based on lies. In order to get the "truth", it was needed to first hide in a veil of deceit. He still believed that now, and it would not change any time soon.
But he had made that promise to her, at this very spot. That he would wait for her here, silently and stoically, until she returned. That would be the one lie, he could not break. No, more then anything else, he wanted to believe that what he told her, was the truth, pure and unmolested. Thus, he would stand here, for an eternity if it was needed...
With a start, Clara suddenly jerked free of Robin Hood's grasp, falling to the floor and supporting herself with her arms with a heavy gasp. Instinctively, she spit at the ground, as if something unpleasant had entered her mouth, grimacing before looking around at the group once again. Where was she...? Slowly, her memory of what had happened returned to her, her grimace only widening when she remembered the feel of the rock slamming into her shoulder. It seemed that had gotten out unharmed. Aside from her that is.
Or at least, that was what she wanted to say. She expected her arm to erupt in a sea of pain because she was supporting her body with it, but that pain never arrived. More accurately, it was safe to say that the pain had never existed. Not a single scratch was evident from before. Her eyes widened, before turning to the sound of the pale man's voice with a start. It had seemed that this person had healed her... magic? That would be the most logical explanation.
Silently, she listened to the man speak about their situation, eyes narrowing as he continued. Truly, she wanted to thank him. But the man before her, gave her a truly odd feeling... it was similar to that of the tree, even though this man was human. Clara was certain, that this man was someone who should not have existed, within the sheltered realm of humanity that they lived in.
"...You speak in paradoxes." Clara muttered with some irritation evident in her tone, clearly not impressed with the answers that he gave them. He told them that he could show them the way out, but unless they did something that he couldn't tell them, they would never be free. He told them what was at the bottom of what was at the "labyrinth", but only answered in more riddles and paradoxes. Wait... a labyrinth?
"A maze...?" She breathed, realizing what would happen if they hadn't met this odd man. A labyrinth made of marble... a Marble Labyrinth. It was likely that they wouldn't have gotten out. It would have been their tomb.
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Post by Advix on Sept 24, 2012 5:03:20 GMT -5
Trevor simply watched, his mind trying to process everything he had just seen. This random dude knowing all of this stuff, acting like some hot shot know it all, healing the elf chick like it was nothing, telling us that the big guy was a robot of all things... those fangs. "What the hell are you?" Trevor whispered as his body tensed up. He was on edge with this guy. One weird move, and Trevor would lash out at him. He didn't care that he wasn't hostile, Trevor understood something. It had already been clear that this red-haired guy wasn't exactly human, but to heal Clara like that, and adhere to the people after them. ...Trevor couldn't bring himself to trust him, not yet. "...Heh, well if you're afraid of being late for beddy bye time, then by all means, take us out of this fucking place." Trevor wasn't going to let his guard down around this guy. If he didn't lead them out, Trevor would beat him till he did.
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