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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ABANNDONED ROOM - GROUND LEVEL

[angelcage]

[ There's nothing in here. Not anymore. There's no light, and in the darkness you can make out no silhouettes of furniture. With a flashlight perhaps you could find outlines in the dust, to find what purpose it once held. Perhaps. But now it sits abandoned. Empty.


(What happened here?)


There are four doors. ]

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[withintreason]

[ tilts head to look into the room, but ]

This house only serves to become creepier and creepier.

[ with a click of the tongue, but whatever, we're just going to keep going straight into the next east room because, this is a good idea? ]

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[runawaystory]

[yeah, let's not hang around the creepy abandoned room any longer]

You can say that again.

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[angelcage]

[ in the darkness, you couldn't see him, but now behind Mordred:

a pair of hands grab the knight, making them face him. a raving man, shouting. Desperate, in a harsh whisper: ]

Wait. Wait.

The darkness draws closer! A sword in the stone, a sword hangs above your head! Off! All crumbling, all nations crumbling— your nation! Crumble!

Look at me. Acknowledge me.

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[withintreason]

[ LMAO ]

What—

[ there isn't any emotion that can be shown in the knight's face, but there's a pause, and ]

A ghost, are you? You're speaking too much!

[ >JUST FUCKING CUTS THIS MAN DOWN ]

[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!

[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?

[withintreason]

[ NO

IT'S MURDER TIME ]

[runawaystory]

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

[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]

[ jesus ]

Back! Get off of me, you—!

[ TRYNA STEP AWAY, POSSIBLY STABBING AT HANDS, ]

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[withintreason]

[ ANYWAY, ONCE SHE'S BEEN BURNED TO SHIT, MORDRED IS GOING TO BE SLUMPING DOWN AGAINST THE FARTHEST WALL, LIKE, DAMN ]

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[runawaystory]

[fluttering around anxiously]

Oh god, I don't have any healing, I don't even have any first aid...

[all the fancy skills she's picked up, and they're all useless]

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[withintreason]

[ DAMN,

just, resting now, tilting her head back to breathe. god it fucking hurts. jesus. this was kind of dumb.

her sword is resting in front of her, planted into the earth, her hand still on it -- it's hot, but she won't let go of it, like it's a lifeline

after a moment or so: ]

Is panicking -- the only thing you can do, woman?

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[runawaystory]

Is stabbing shit the only thing you can do?

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[withintreason]

[ kind of tiredly giving her a glare, but ]

Usually, it works.

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[runawaystory]

[throws her hands up in the air]

It was a skull!

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[withintreason]

[ god you talk too much

siiighs ]

And?

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[runawaystory]

[excuse you, I'm kind of freaking out here ok]

It was already dead.

finally a use for this icon

[aliiiens]

[Guess who's finally waking up, sleepyhead. He only manages to register that it's pitch dark, there's something hard on him, and his arm seems to be stuck(?) on something before it also registers that he feels like he got hit by a truck.

About all he can manage is shifting slightly against whatever he's lying on and groaning loudly. He's too young for a hangover, why him.]

finally returns to your arms

[trashenough]

[ The hard thing on top of him shifts a little for III's breathing, and maybe something else, and above that is the sound of snoring. There are legs touching his legs. There is an arm, twisted for position, hanging near his arm.

Wow, who could this familiar pipsqueak burden be. ]

embraces

[aliiiens]

[Aaaand with that III snaps to awareness and sits up sharply with a yelp. The adrenaline is enough to push Yuma off of him, and then he finally realizes who he is, and (sort of) their situation.]

Y-Yuma? What are you--how did we--

[They're handcuffed. Also, wait a sec.]

Why are we handcuffed? Are you wearing a drumset?

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[runawaystory]

[waking up to find herself slumped in a dusty corner of the room.

the last thing she remembers is talk with...Miles, and Yuma...how long ago...?

whatever happened, she's alone now.

still groggy and disoriented, Rosalie staggers her way around the dark room, and winds up heading east, to the organ room.]

[angelcage]

[ Enter the Organ Room ]