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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[ The answer is clear; the slow turn of his head to look back at III, the wideness of his eyes, the pallor of his skin. ]

Y-You heard-dit t-too? [ Chattering. Oh. ] You d-don't think... it's a, a... g.. g...

[ Ghost. ]

[aliiiens]

[Yuma can panic all he likes. III just wants to get to the bottom of this, now.

The blood-knife is all he has, so he pulls it out, and drives it into the floorboards at an angle--it's not the best tool for this, so he's going to pry them open as effectively as he can.]

[angelcage]

[ The dagger— misshapen, bent, utterly unsuited plunges through the crack, tearing through whats in its way like sharp teeth through soft flesh. It doesn't want to come back up. III's plunge goes through the floorboard with more strength than he should have.

The pain from the ritual Tron had done to give him power wracks his body momentarily. The knife is meant for drawing blood, pain, and III has offered it nothing. In return, pain recoils through his body— it will take it from him.

In other words: excellent job stabbing the floor, III. He's just plunged his hand through the floorboard up to his wrist. Not such a good job prying it up, though. ]

[aliiiens]

[He doesn't understand what's happened at first; white spots burst in his vision from the shock, and then the pain hits. He barely manages to restrain his cry of pain into a grunt, and then shudders when it leaves as quickly as it came.

What the fuck was that?

He lapses from awareness only from a second, and when he comes to his hand is stuck in the floor. So...there's that. Serious mistake number two of the night. Good job III.]

Yuma... I-I think I'm stuck.

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Oi...

[ He's crouched down beside III now, one hand on the other boy's arm. He felt that shudder, rattling from the cuff on III's wrist to the one on Yuma's, and he's clamping down as hard as he can on the urge to just yank them both out the window and away from whatever the hell is going on. ]

Hang on. I'll bust you loose! [ And without any further warning than the usual kattobing spirit and probably too much yelling, Yuma punches the ruptured floorboard until it splinters away, widening the gap enough for III to get his hand out. ]

[aliiiens]

[III is only too glad to get free from the hole, and as soon as he's loose he tosses the blood-dagger-thing away from him so that it clatters across the floorboards, out of arm's reach.

He takes a moment to stare at it, breathing heavily.]

Um... I guess that didn't work.

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I knew that thing was creepy.......

[ He gives the knife a suspicious look, then turns back to III. ]

Are you okay? Hey, let me see your hand.

[ Immediately starts grabbing at III's previously-stuck hand. HOW FUCKED UP ARE U BRUH. ]

[aliiiens]

I'm fine.

[He lets Yuma take his arm anyway, because he's actually not lying. He has a few light scratches on his wrist at the worst.

It takes a moment for him to realize the voice hasn't said anything since, and if this really is ghosts it's entirely possible the whole point is distraction, and there was never anyone to rescue in the first place.

All signs pointing to getting the heck as soon as possible.]

...Forget this. Let's go.

[Back to the window!!]

[angelcage]

[ It's a dark moonless night outside, the grounds below illuminated only by light that escapes the house from its windows. There's dark thorny bushes beneath. The garden.

The property is edged in dark wrought iron fencing, placed too closely together for either of them to get out through and topped with sharp spikes.

Distantly, there is the sound of something howling out there. ]

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[ At the window!!

Yuma has one hand braced on the sill, looking out — leaning out, honestly, if it's already open wide enough for that. It's pretty dark. ]

Looks like bushes and a fence... but that's weird. I can't see the city from here.

[ Not even when he squints. ]

[aliiiens]

[That's weird, but it's not something III wants to stand around wondering about. For whatever reason, it feels like the outside can't possibly be part of what's wrong with the house.]

It doesn't matter. How far away is the ground? [Can they jump to safety?]

[angelcage]

[ From the second floor, they're likely to break something if they just jump.

...though considering the falls they take in canon, maybe they'd be fine. ]

not a tag

[aliiiens]

[they'll just go to the hospital it's cool shark does it all the time]