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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[court_chesster]

Sure, whatever you say.

At any rate, there are adults speaking now, so maybe you should be quiet, hmm?

[withintreason]

Insult me, would you—!?

[ SOUND OF SWORD BRANDISHING ]

[court_chesster]

I would! I'll insult any idiot thug that thinks that just because they're a little bit strong, they can tromp around doing anything they want.

[withintreason]

A thug, you say? As if you're the victim here! Well, regardless of what you say, your head is mine and convincing him won't stop me from cutting you down!

[court_chesster]

Yes, well, I'm still banking that you're not faster than bullets. Besides, you lose any right to be a victim when you start waving a sword around like a bloodthirsty maniac.

[withintreason]

It's called self defense, you imbecile. Well, not that I'm claiming to be a victim -- but you're the one who started the duel so take your death and defeat like a man!

[court_chesster]

Number one, it's not a duel, you lunatic. It's a bad situation that one of us is trying to deescalate.

Number two, I refuse. If you need somebody to die so badly, you can fall on your sword.

[withintreason]

[ SO ANYWAY I'M JUST BREAKING THE DOOR ]

[angelcage]

[ THE DOOR BREAKS.

You may not enter the pentagram room.

Or simon may escape from it, whichever. ]

[court_chesster]

[ COOL I'M SCREAMING AND FIRING OFF A COUPLE OF BULLETS AT YOU ]

[withintreason]

[ COOL I'M, GOING TO USE PART OF THE BROKEN DOOR TO SHIELD FROM THE BULLETS AND THEN, LIKE, RUN RIGHT INTO YOU

UNLESS I GUESS THE DOOR CAN'T HANDLE SAID BULLETS

THEN I GUESS I'M STILL RUNNING INTO YOU, JUST ALSO DYING ]

[dendarii]

[ WELL. FUCK. Not every bullet got shielded there, since Miles was standing close. He lets out a gasp of pain as one of the bullets strikes his shoulder. That sure splintered some bones. Big shoutout to his stupid glass bones making things more difficul. ]

Shit --!

[angelcage]

[ the man that's been following them calls out from where he was gnawing on a rat corpse: ]

Shatter! Shattered!

[court_chesster]

[There isn't a lot of room to run, so Simon tries to shove back against the door; maybe he can't shoot through it, but it wouldn't be easy to stab through it, either, right?]

Scampers, help me out here!

[angelcage]

[ THE LAST, LOYAL RAT.

(well, simon gave him cheese and hypothetically will be helping him summon his monster rat brethren of course he's loyal)

LISTENS, AND LEAPS AT THE DOOR, SCAMPERING UP IT, AND THEN AROUND THE BACK TO LEAP ON MORDRED'S FACE. ]

[withintreason]

[ oh my god

grabs it, trying to fucking crush it within her hand ]

[dendarii]

[ And meanwhile Miles is flopped on the floor with his wrist being tugged along, gasping like a beached fish. He grits his teeth and glares at the maniac. ]

D-do - do something useful! Help her!

[court_chesster]

[making a fuckin' break for it, sorry Scampers]

[angelcage]

[ Scampers is crushed in mordred's hands.

[ The maniac blinks, as if suddenly alerted to the rest of the world, and leaps up, hollering. He Simon, and jumps onto him, trying to pin him. ]

[angelcage]

[ At the last rat being killed, the blood flows from mordred's hands onto the pentagram on the floor.

It glows brightly for a moment, and the lines fade with the brightness.

Simon is released from the house's hold. ]

[angelcage]

[ Though they won't realize this til they return upstairs:

A door has appeared in the entry hall.

The exit.]

[court_chesster]

[That is very enlightening, but will not stop him from trying to shoot the maniac in the face.]

[angelcage]

[ SHOT IN THE FACE, THE MANIAC recoils and rolls on the floor, clutching his bloody face. ]

[withintreason]

[ THIS DOESN'T STOP ME FROM TRYING TO CUT OFF YOUR SHOOTING ARM ]

[dendarii]

[ oh my god mordred please. it hurts to breathe but he still manages to shout: ]

Stop! Stop it already!