Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

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[withintreason]

[ why isn't there a door

looks at this clown like

obviously you can't see their face -- but from this close, you can see the color of jade eyes with an inhuman slit for pupils. looking down at you, judging. the knight isn't exactly tall and probably not even as tall as simon but there's still. so much judging happening here ]

By becoming a fool, have you lost the right to manhood? Don't be absurd. The only thing to do is find a way out, obviously.

[angelcage]

[ The man catches the blade between his bare palms— they're cut into, and bleed from the force but he's holding the blade still. He's equal to your strength, somehow, and the blade does not cut through. His blood runs down the blade, and pained, he howls. ]

Traitor! Ingrate! Ruiner! Please. Please don't!

[dishonestliving]

See? It's nice and friendly.

[she strides into the room, confident, heading for the poker table. with cigs and cards, surely there's gotta be some bathtub gin or something, right?]

[withintreason]

[ there's a slight shift of armor as if the knight is tilting their head, ]

Threats, you say? That was hardly one. I can threaten you, but you're not worth the effort. Though, I'm growing tired of your drivel.

[withintreason]

[ nice

pulling the blade back and swinging again, trying, to, fucking, cut, THIS, MAN, DOWN ]

[runawaystory]

[getting over her initial shock--]

Okay, okay, let's just, let's just all calm down, please? Everyone?

[court_chesster]

It's tacky...

[Will stand in the doorway for a moment until he is certain nothing bad is going to happen.]

[withintreason]

[ NO

IT'S MURDER TIME ]

[angelcage]

[ Out of the slime on the wall, an angry being emerges— a man, his silhouette having the distinct wide-shoulders of a 1920s suit. Smoke exhales from his mouth, the stench strongly one of cigars, as he demands, hands on the table, pounding— ]

Do y'got my money?!

[ He's focused on Ivy, ignoring Simon. ]

[runawaystory]

[WHY CAN'T IT BE RUN AWAY TIME???]

[dishonestliving]

You sure do think an awful lot of yourself, short stuff. Must have a ton of friends back home. ...You'd fit in pretty well with some of those doom cults, come to think of it.

[angelcage]

[ He howls, as he's cut into— but does not die.

He's bleeding, but he just falls to his knees, clinging to the knight's shins. He's babbling repeating: ]

No please don't, no please don't, no please don't.

[withintreason]

[ lmao @

honestly just doesn't respond, takes one more look at her and just turns away ]

This conversation is pointless.

[angelcage]

[ III would be so disappointed, but the dagger is left where it manifested.

Yuma returns to the Entrance hall. ]

[dishonestliving]

[she stumbles back, automatically; slime or no, that voice is too familiar]

J-Joey! I-- What--what are you doing here?

[is this a ghost? is this a mind-whammy? she peeks at simon to see if he is seeing this]

[withintreason]

[ jesus ]

Back! Get off of me, you—!

[ TRYNA STEP AWAY, POSSIBLY STABBING AT HANDS, ]

[court_chesster]

[Shrugs! That looks like quite a problem to be having over there.]

[angelcage]

[ He starts crying, clinging, refusing to let go even as the sword stabs into him.

In the dark you can't see, but he seems too vital. Still utterly unweakened by any wound inflicted on him, for all the blood you know he must have lost. ]

[dishonestliving]

[wow, rude]

Pretty much. Have fun in Munchkinland, I'm gonna figure my way out of this place.

[flouncing! and then stomping off when said flounce does not get the attention she feels it rightly deserves]

[withintreason]

[ bye felicia ]

[angelcage]

Didn't I make myself clear? Money, I want my money.

[ He's reaching beneath the table for something, and there's a dry cracked laugh, that cuts off with a smoker's deep cough. ]

Y'really think you coulda just run forever?

[runawaystory]

[at this point, just trying to stay out of their way]

Stop, stop, it's not working, it's not working!

[not that Rosalie wants it to work, she doesn't want to see anyone die--]

Let's just get out of here.

[dishonestliving]

[quick, hands up, being shot with a slime ghost gun sounds like a definite minus]

Of course not, it's all just a misunderstanding. I've got the money. So there's no need for that, okay?

[withintreason]

[ i want to kill

snarls, kicking the man away and just ]

Back, woman.

[ pick a fucking door and leave ]

[runawaystory]

[continuing east at top speed, heels clicking on the floor]