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]

[ LMAO @

KEEPS, CUTTING AT THIS SKULL, ]

[angelcage]

[ The flames blaze only brighter as the skull splits. ]

[withintreason]

[ so you know, fun fact, mordred can be summoned as a berserker due to the knight's style of fighting in battle, which is to say they are fucking insane

so how long can i bash at this skull until it gets too hot, real question here ]

[angelcage]

[ Sizzling inside your armor, the burns worsen, each and every time your flesh brushes against the metal encasing you. Roasting alive in your armor is going to be possible if you don't stop— as is, second degree burns are blossoming on your flesh. ]

[withintreason]

[ BUT IS IT DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[angelcage]

[ it's a skull. it was always dead ]

[runawaystory]

[returning after running away, to the hilarious/horrific scene of Armor Person burning alive while Miles is helplessly dragged along with the swording attempts]

What are you doing, TAKE THAT SHIT OFF BEFORE YOU DIE!

[withintreason]

[ oh my GOD FINE!!!!!

i mean, the yelling does break mordred out of reverie. the knight pauses, as if only just now realizing that the armor is, you know, on fucking fire. they pull off their helmet, quickly—it opens up and becomes part of the shoulderpads, but they're stepping back and discarding the armor, quickly, sword abandoned just for the moment—

ah, not they. she. once the armor has been abandoned, it's apparent that this knight is, in reality, a young woman—or looks it, anyway. ]

Damn—

[ what's possibly more important is that she, this young woman, now has a shitton of second degree burns everywhere, ]

[runawaystory]

[yep, mostly concerned w/ all the burns, wincing in sympathy/horror]

...Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I don't think we've got any first aid in this place.

[withintreason]

[ disregard lack of icons, anyway, regardless of how hot the handle is she's grabbing at her sword and dragging miles away, to, another room, completely disregarding whatever words rosalie is saying right now because it

it hurts

ok ]

[runawaystory]

[Extremely Concerned, and still following because the shriveled vestige of a conscience she has developed won't let her let a heavily injured person wander around alone.

so yeah, still following.]

[dendarii]

[ Miles has no choice but to get dragged along here. His own clothes are singed by the spreading flames but he hasn't been burned. Probably.

This is a distressing turn of events for multiple reasons. ]

Wait! Stop--! You're hurt!