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Post by cassiroll on Sept 22, 2016 15:22:25 GMT -6
Now wasn't the time to worry about a replacement, however. "Vale!!" They shouted, turning towards the wrestler. "You can rip the door off the wall, right?? We kinda need something like that right now!" Their voice beginning to slip into a panic. Vale woke up completely paralyzed, the shock from his bracelet being so close to his head scrambling his brain for far longer than the others, throwing his body off balance. He tried to stand up only to fling himself in the air and come crashing back down, groaning in pain as pathways in his mind desperately tried to rearrange themselves and get back into place. He heard his name being called, but ignored it, his eye frantically looking around the room. Where is she???
He finally located Alraada, forcing his body to move in her direction, ignoring everything else around him. He'd save her, if there was one thing he would do during this whole god damn experiment, he'd at least atone for this!
"Looks like the cucumber is preoccupied," Nace said through gritted teeth to his partner. "But that door doesn't look like it's gonna move. I say we go for the camera. She can't direct weapons at us if she can't see us!!" As he spoke, Nace started to run in that direction, planning to run up the wall and kick the device off it's hinges. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Sept 22, 2016 16:31:46 GMT -6
Maicy and Piami woke up from the shock of their bracelets. Both are feeling pain from it. The two notice that they, as well at the rest of others are in this messed up room in the facility Ortus talked about. And judging by the announcement, it seems everyone is screwed.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" Maicy muttered to herself as she tries to get up. ".....So this bitch thought this is all fun and games huh....?"
"Maicy...." Piami spoken meekely, in fear of what's coming to her. "....What should we do....?"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking." Maicy rubbed the floor for a bit and notice a spike came out of the ground next to her. "Oh shit!!" Maicy let out a yelp, backing away from where she is almost got her, for another spike to appear next to her. The process repeats itself and Maicy tried her best to dodge all of the spikes. She ran towards Piami, picked her up, carried her on her back.
"Try to hold on, Piami! This is gonna be a bumpy ride!"
"R-Right!"
As Piami held on, Maicy tried to get near Aberdeen and tried to come up with a plan to get the hell out of this hellhole but another spike appeared it front of her, to which Maicy stopped herself before it would have been too late.
"Shit!"
This is becoming brutal.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Sept 23, 2016 17:30:38 GMT -6
He sighed and shook his head as Vale attempted to run over to his partner instead of helping him. "I suppose I have to do everything myself." He sneered as his amalgamate claw began expanding before firing towards the door. He pulled as hard as the creatures would allow, but alas, to no avail. The black ooze snapped back into place, a frown widening across the man's face.
"Well, I suppose we'll have to think of something else. Feel free to jump in at any time, everyone!!" He shouted back as he watched Nace run off. "It appears my partner and I are the only ones intent on getting out." He called out as his eyes scanned the room for a separate escape route. His eyes eventually settled on the large grates near the top of the room. "That's probably our best bet..."
He fired the amalgamates into the right vent and began to pull with all his might.
((Em can decide whether or not that works.))
Aberdeen watched as panic quickly set in, the fighter themself having a difficult time keeping keeping it under control. With Amil's attack failing to tear the door off its hinges, freedom seemed very bleak. They turned to see their partner running towards them with Piami, only to get blocked off by an enormous spike erupting from the floor. "Maicy, be careful!!" They cried out.
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Post by LadyAurablade on Sept 23, 2016 19:53:12 GMT -6
Elanara soon appeared behind the group, the mere sight of her bogging down the already tense atmosphere even more. He didn't catch on to what she was saying out of utter bewilderment. Not be afraid? he thought, his hand preparing itself to give her a reason to be afraid (he assumed everyone else would to the same) before a dramatic swipe of the phone halted the motion. Without warning, a powerful current ran through his nerves, producing an almost nauseating stream of pleasure rushing through his body before it hit the floor, the fist completely unraveled. Though he was out cold, nothing hurt; he slept almost comfortably as he was dragged away. It wasn't until he felt the pinching sensation of the chilled lab floor on his side that he found himself jolting awake, his peaceful slumbering soon darkening into his worst nightmare at the sound of the puppetmaster's voice. "I'm sure you would like an explanation~?" She inquired, not expecting an answer. Clasping her hands together, she smiled and pulled herself together. "Ortus was mostly correct here, this was an old science building for our company, but after an illegal experiment took place here, concerning one of you, many years ago, the building was abandoned. A few friends and I fixed up the place and made it our own!" Elenara pulled her glasses off of her face, the visual instruments having stopped performing their function many years ago. "And solidified auras....yes. An acquired taste to be sure. Once you die, a burst of power comes from your body, this is common knowledge. But what if it were to be salvaged at the last minute, solidified, and consumed?" Elenara inquired giving a smile. "Its got quite the kick, let me tell you!" She chimed. Alti hadn't been listening to what Elanara's true intentions, it already being evident from the shocking and dragging and entrapment (as well as the confirmation back at the cafe) that Ortus was right. But that wasn't where his concern lied. {Spoiler - Click to View} He wasn't able to. As soon as the woman began speaking, straight out the gate, the game plan was to locate Cyrus and leave everyone else behind to deal with this madness just as he did the previous night. Now, while he saw his partner coming to on the other end of the room, every time he tried to materialize a portal, it'd fizzle out of existence. The feeling was incomprehensible. After what felt like fifty tries, even the teases just stopped coming. His everything. Gone. He lied there, shaking violently. He refused to come to terms with what had happened, and he couldn't have picked a worse moment. Once the room had been bathed in an eerie green light, spikes started shooting up from the ground and from the walls at random, but this didn't deter Alti's fit of loathing one bit. Unbeknownst to him, his entire body apparently had been wrapped around one of the deadly spires' exit points, and as the startled, scrambling footsteps of the panicked contestants scattered about to the tune of Elenara's sadism, it didn't hit him that he was in actual danger until it actually hit him. The spike ran across his abdomen before its wider base pushed him to the side, fresh beads of blood smearing against its surface (as well as his ruined shirt) before it retracted. Immediately, he sat up, visibly disoriented and thoroughly surprised. His eyes were wide like saucers as he feverishly looked for a new plan while simultaneously positioning his legs as best as he could to avoid any more killer stalagmites. As for his soulmate, well, he didn't know what to tell him.
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Post by Allie on Sept 23, 2016 20:33:36 GMT -6
If there was anything she knew better than anyone else, it was the stench of a cell. Rank with the stench of chemical residue, rust, and body odor: the perfect indicator she was back where she started, dragging everyone else to the grave with her. It was fruitless: every single effort she made to escape a situation ended up with her right back where she stared, with a horrible twist tacked on. Now, she was staring headlong into hell via JumboTron with the devil staring her square in the face, glowing eyes and all.
She wanted that bitch's head on a silver platter. If it meant being the only survivor, so be it. Someone could tell the story of the mad scientist whose only weakness was an iron will. And she was going to get them out any way possible.
That would be a problem considering the presence of inhuman creatures in the cell with her and the rest of the group: the fighter whose head popped off to reveal a billow of burgundy smoke in its wake, a half robot man who possessed superhuman strength, and a man in completely inappropriate attire akin to a streetwalker sporting good-like arms. the hell metaphor she was drawing earlier was being made abundantly clear, strengthening her resolve to claw her way out of the facility once again.
Demon #3 seemed to have the right idea, yet pure strength alone wouldn't do the trick on something engineered on keeping people in: especially if the people building it knew about these horrific beasts wandering the planet. It would take ingenuity to crack this mystery.
"I don't think pure strength alone can tear it off," She snarled at the 3rd demon man, handing him her sunglasses, "if you can get up there, potentially unscrewing it could do some good. Either that or focusing on that,"
Her fingers directed themselves to the television, its gargantuan size being quite likely to hide something. Even if it didn't work, seeing that smug fiend made her sick to her stomach.
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Post by not u on Sept 23, 2016 23:40:53 GMT -6
Cyrus felt a breath catch in his throat as Alti remained sitting there defeated in the series of spikes, the fresh red droplets rolling down one of the spikes of metal. Despite the commencement of the escape efforts from the other contestants, his peripheral vision hazed and his body went numb. No no no no, he nearly tripped over his feet as he came skidding to a stop next to him. "ALTI!" Despite the blow to the stomach it all appeared to be a pretty superficial wound, the scientist grunting and dodging the series of metal spikes his partner had positioned his legs around. There wasn't a moment to feel any relief. "Alti what the FUCK are you doing!? Get up you idiot!!" A solid spike scraping across the side of his thigh reminded the scientist that there was no luxury of standing around, Cyrus yanking his partner off the ground and angling his head backwards as a cold jolt of steel came shooting towards his face. This did answer at least one question, there was no easy ticket out. Throwing Alti over his shoulder, he did another survey of the room, trying to clear his head as best he could. The door was futile, then there was matter of the cameras which the 80s assassin got the idea to destroy, something he was swayed to get behind until he noticed one final detail to the death chamber. Small holes scattered across the wall covered with a metal screen ... That look like there'll be some sort of outflow... But outflow of what? In this kind of killing room... Surely nothing good. Creaking metal underneath his feet reminded him to get moving. If those vents spelled worst case scenario, buying more time wasnt gonna be an option. He ran off towards what looked like an air duct where Amil was trying to bruteforce his way through, angling his trajectory path as best he could through the field of death traps. Screeching to a halt, he panted softly, not even bothering to hide his trembling legs, arms still keeping the partner thrown over his shoulder steady. "H-Hey Amil, if that doesn't work, if you can make me some tools and give me a boost, I can sure as shit get that open." He gestured with the tip of his head towards the unsettling black goo with ridiculous morphing capabilities. (( LadyAurablade MonkeyandMooseInc )) |
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Post by Emily on Sept 24, 2016 0:50:38 GMT -6
The cover of the air vent released immediately, falling off to the ground with a loud clank, with Amil’s attempt at freedom being successful.
“Nice job Amil!” She called out hoarsely with a grateful smile.
Looking over at Vale, who seemed to be in worse shape than her, as always, she made a frantic hand gesture, telling him to stay down.
“Get down below the spikes on the walls! You’re not in any shape to fight right now!” she commanded
Galystris, however, was wasting no time. She analyzed the room quickly for an escape plan. Her eyes darting to the camera on the wall, and then down to the spikes.
Knowing that no one around her would even bother listening to her, despite her superior experience, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Waiting for a nearby spike to come out, she dashed towards it and used it as a platform to make her jump.
Holding dangerously onto a suspicious hole in the wall, she pulled herself upward, taking a grasp onto the camera, and pulling it forcefully out of the wall.
A panicked expression crossed Elenara’s face as soon as Galystris completed her task.
“No, No, NO!” Elenara yelled frantically, trying to do anything to reconnect the camera.
Frustratedly banging he fists on the table, she laid her hand down on a button, pressing it repeatedly until a loud beeping noise sounded in the room.
Elenara grind and let out a victorious laugh.
“Haha, yes! Finally!”
Still next to the suspicious hole in the wall, Galystris felt a strange warmth blow its way across her body before…weakness..?
Letting go of her grip in the area, she fell painfully to the ground in a coughing fit, her body feeling sluggish and her heart beating at unhealthy levels.
A suspicious dark yellow gas had flown out of the holes in the wall and into the room, sending Alraada into a similar coughing fit, her eyes flitting open and closed, the situation spinning out into a blur around the room.
Elenara, having got over not being able to see them at the success of the gas’ release, clasped her hands together happily.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Sept 24, 2016 8:05:27 GMT -6
As the gas began to flow through the room, Maicy immediately pulls up her dress to her nose before the gas began to effect her worse than she already was from it. Piami, on the other hand, began to cough really badly and began to lose a bit of grip.
"Don't let go, kid!" Maicy cried out.
Maicy tried to run but her speed has lowered than before. She tries to punch through the wall but extremely little effort was made, with a few dens on the wall here at there. Once she began to realize that now effort was made, Maicy began to feel teary eyed, she kneeled down on the floor. She punched the floor out of sheer frusteration.
"DAMNIT!!!!!" Maicy shouted "I'm trying my damn best to get us out of here!!! It's not working with this damn gas about!!"
Maicy continuously punches the floor, with very little progress, still being a few dents.
Rational thinking as gone out the window for Maicy.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Sept 24, 2016 9:39:51 GMT -6
The man grinned back at Cyrus and Alraada, boastfully exclaiming, "I've got this aaaaaaall under control, don't worry your pretty little heads~!" He began to make a B-Line towards the vent he'd successfully torn off the wall, gracefully hopping around spikes as though it were some sort of game to him, until gas began pouring into the room. While he hadn't had any initial reaction to it, sprinting forward as usual, his legs suddenly collapsed beneath him.
"W-what!?" He seemed surprised by his sudden weakened state before his confusion turned to anger. "Oooooh hooo, Elenara, you sick bitch~! Gettin' a little hot under the collar?" He chuckled to himself as he commanded the amalgamates to hoist himself up. His legs and arms certainly couldn't move at this point, but that wouldn't stop his amalgamates.
While the beasts too were beginning to feel the effects of the gas, due to their sluggish movements and slight confusion, the man's command seemed to keep the creatures in line. "STAY ON TASK!" He commanded the beasts, the eyes struggling to focus. "We're tearing that little twat in half~!" He cooed.
Aberdeen collapsed on the floor, not from weakness, but confusion. The invasive gas billowing into the room was taking a heavy toll on their mind and body. Their head began mixing with the toxic fumes, sending them into a complete state of panic as they lost their vision and most of their hearing. They began shaking violently as they scuttled backwards, trying to find something to prop themself up against as they began hyperventilating.
There was nothing they could do. With this fog mixing with theirs, they couldn't focus, they couldn't think, they couldn't move. Their back pushed up against one of the bloody spikes that had already managed to emerge from the ground, the fighter not realizing they were sitting right above another spike that had yet to emerge...
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Post by not u on Sept 24, 2016 13:46:39 GMT -6
"Fuck yeah!" Cyrus shouted as the vent opening was blasted cleanly off the wall, taking off towards it after Amil, albeit far more cautiously. With the spikes' movement becoming disjointed and inaccurate as Elenara's connections were cut off and a way out opened up, he felt a burst of optimism swelling in his chest. Glancing back at Alti who was still slung over like a sack of defeated potatoes, he gave him a quick pat on the back. "We're getting outta this hellhole," he reassured, approaching the airduct.
But a sudden burst of yellow gas had told him otherwise. Immediately the engineer joined the cacophony of coughing fits, the man desperately keeping his forward momentum towards the new escape route for as long as his legs carry him, which wasn't very long as his knees quickly buckled under the weight of two people. Covering his nose and mouth with his shirt, he desperately tried to filter the air to no avail, the dizzy engineer staring through hazy vision at the ventilation shaft. W-Why... Why isn't the gas filtering out!? He futiley tried to piece together more words between coughs, but found himself unable to string together anything more than "Al..most."
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Post by LadyAurablade on Sept 24, 2016 19:59:10 GMT -6
A yelp escaped his lips as he was suddenly thrown over his partner's shoulder, Alti still blinking rapidly as he continued to look around from his new vantage point to gather his bearings. From his head's precariously lowered position, he saw all the faces of the contestants trying to avoid getting torn to pieces by the death prongs, it finally clicking to him how angry he should've been in the first place after some of those said spikes tore a few bloody slits through his face as the engineer piloting him ran to possible safety. He let out an exasperated groan after a bout of foreign-sounding mumbling closed the wounds on his face and abdomen, still too bummed about his portals disappearing to offer any help to his soulmate, who seemed to have everything under control. That is, until the release of some dark-yellowish plumes clouded the ceiling. But a sudden burst of yellow gas had told him otherwise. Immediately the engineer joined the cacophony of coughing fits, the man desperately keeping his forward momentum towards the new escape route for as long as his legs carry him, which wasn't very long as his knees quickly buckled under the weight of two people. Covering his nose and mouth with his shirt, he desperately tried to filter the air to no avail, the dizzy engineer staring through hazy vision at the ventilation shaft. W-Why... Why isn't the gas filtering out!? He futilely tried to piece together more words between coughs, but found himself unable to string together anything more than "Al..most." "C-Cyrus?" he whimpered with a sharp sniffle after his face collided with the sole of his boyfriend's shoe, the rough inhalation of the fumes soon sending him into a coughing fit of his own. With his short-lived savior's strength considerably weakened from the gas, he rolled off his shoulder. A few dodged spikes later and the man found himself in the state he was found in again: on the floor and helpless, although dizzier than before. He stared at the others as they tried to move, the gas apparently owning the ability to bog down motor function. For a while, he stayed down too as well, having wired his brain to accommodate for his strength years ago. But as soon as hope started leaving the deathtrap that was this room, he remembered the contract he had made. And so he stood up effortlessly, using the remaining boost to walk over to the projected escape hatch, using both his future and Elenara's severed, bloodied head as a driving force to get to the end. "N-no," he sighed with a haggard breath, "we're definitely gettin' out of here." Spikes began to haphazardly erupt from the walls, earning him a few slits in his flesh before he stumbled back. He seemed to have forgotten about those going in, and it only made him angrier. Shit, he worked hard on that outfit! How dare she ruin them! Guiding all of that anger into his fists, he started swinging at the spires like a neanderthal, completely bending them to the wall to the point where retraction was impossible. He collapsed against the structure when he stunted enough of them, the product of his rage resembling a quivering ladder of sorts leading close to the air ducts. The energy he'd just expounded had Alti gasping for air, the man panicking once the yellow hazing up his vision made him realized they were soon to run out of it. They needed to work fast. He needed to work fast. Quickly, he tore himself away from the wall, grabbed his partner and, climbing a couple steps of the shaking "ladder", he proceeded to throw the man into the duct as far as he could before he fell to the ground once more. Fuck, how'd I get here again? he inquired to himself, his thoughts muddling faster by the second. Despite the promise for oxygen that the air vent carried, he too noticed that none of the gas was filtering out. Huh? " Whu......... Whut s'goin' on up there?" he yelled at the engineer, one of the stalagmites managing to tear through some muscle on one arm. He moaned loudly as he flipped over to all fours, irritated as he was forced to watch the suffering test subjects saunter through the smoke, his gaze eventually falling on the only person in the room who managed to impair themselves physically before they were even dragged into this madhouse. "ALRAADA!" he screeched, bolting to her rescue, his damaged arm flopping behind him with every misplaced step. He threw her over his shoulder just as Cyrus did not long ago and turned back to the air duct. Witnessing a few familiar faces suffer in his path, he ended up taking Galystris by the arm and did his best to drag the two women over to the opening. After he accomplished that task, he hit the wall again, his breathing now dangerously rough. There was a preeeeeetty good chance he shouldn't have done that, but with the goal of escaping this experiment with Cyrus in tact in mind, could he really have left them to die? With a hand on one of the trembling spikes, he looked at the two, it obvious in his expression that he wasn't taking their physical conditions into consideration.... "Get..... get up...... Please........" |
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Post by not u on Sept 25, 2016 0:12:47 GMT -6
"N-no," he sighed with a haggard breath, "we're definitely gettin' out of here." The next few moments were a haze full of yellow-fog, Cyrus barely registering his body being dragged up and towards the vent by his partner as his coughing grew more severe by the second. But a sudden thrust forward and a glimpse at fresh scenery partially snapped the scientist out of his haze, which immediately threatened to encroach once again in the gas-saturated vent. A-Air, w-why isn't there fresh air in here? He dragged himself forward, body heaving with each inch as he tried to search for what might be blocking up the airflow, hands finding a metal plate. Loudly he banged on it a few times with deadweight limbs, as if to wake himself back up with the sound and its existence, fingers seeking out the edges to determine what held it in place. Screws. Immediately the scientist began ripping and tugging at the top button on his shirt with whatever remaining strength he had left, weakly leaning down and snapping the strained thread with his teeth before jamming the flat side of the button into the first screw and twisting. "Whu......... Whut s'goin' on up there?" he yelled at the engineer, one of the stalagmites managing to tear through some muscle on one arm. He moaned loudly as he flipped over to all fours, irritated as he was forced to watch the suffering test subjects saunter through the smoke, his gaze eventually falling on the only person in the room who managed to impair themselves physically before they were even dragged into this madhouse. "H-Hold on I'm--" His weak voice didn't carry nearly as well as he'd hoped, Cyrus finally opting to stay silent as he couldn't afford to waste whatever minimal air was left in his lungs as the yellow haze grew thicker and thicker. A clatter of metal alerted him to the release of the first screw, the man's fingers busily working at the second one. With a head feeling 30 pounds heavier than usual, he closed his eyes and let it fall forward, channeling his focus into moving his hands. He just had to get three off at first... then they could all get some air. Was Alti right behind him? He could barely take notice of anything else surrounding him, the sharp metal clatter snapping him out of the sleep he nearly lulled into. 1 more. 1 more. 1 more. Like a mantra the man repeated these thoughts over and over, fighting the need to collapse as hard as he could as the gas grew thick enough that he could taste the vile stuff. Eugh, he grunted, eyes snapping open with the sound of a third clatter. Like a desperate animal he yanked and tugged at the metal plate, angling it just far enough to press his face through the side. Swallowing air like the valuable commodity that it was before the flooding gas could contaminate the fresh source of oxygen, he held his breath and worked at the final screw, kicking the barrier down and allowing the ventilation shaft to finally do its job. Looking wildly over his shoulder, he realized his partner hadn't followed him up, eyes widening nervously. "A-Alti, g-get up here!" he shouted, some strength returning to his voice as he crawled back towards the duct's entrance, ready to pull up anyone who needed the extra help. Without an active fan sucking out the contaminated air, it surely would take some time to clear, but at least their air quality would be equalized for now. Squinting through the yellow mist he saw Alraada and Galy at the bottom, before noticing Alti's arm covered and blood and hanging uselessly. His stomach lurched fearfully. "O-Oh my god, g-g-get up here!! C-Come on!" |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Sept 25, 2016 0:20:42 GMT -6
Maicy tries to calm herself and tries to get up from the ground she was punching in. With the dress over her mouth and nose, she was able to calm after a few minutes. Piami, on the other hand, is having it worse. The pop idol is coughing like crazy.
"Stay..... put.... Piami.." Maicy said, as she is trying to breath. "We'll get out of this mess..... and maybe beat the shit out of Elenara....."
Maicy look around. Despite the vision being a little hazy, she notice Aberdeen is on the floor and..... oh shit! They are over on the spikes she tried to dogde.
Maicy tries to run with the wobbly legs, at the direction on where her partner is at. She arrived to carry them away from where the spike is. Despite being light as a feather, carrying Piami is a bit of a nightmare. It became worse with the gas about. And now, Maicy has to carry Aberdeen to safety. She carried them to an area where it's more safe from spikes. It's sucks that the damn gas is about. Maicy collapsed on on her knees, feeling a little more wobbly the effect, she let go of two she had to carry. Just fucking end this nightmare already. She look towards her partner. She held onto them.
"Aberdeen.....I'm here...I'm here..... We'll get the fuck out of here somehow...."
((Hey Trevor, I hope you'll cool this.))
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Post by LadyAurablade on Sept 25, 2016 1:14:41 GMT -6
"A-Alti, g-get up here!" he shouted, some strength returning to his voice as he crawled back towards the duct's entrance, ready to pull up anyone who needed the extra help. Without an active fan sucking out the contaminated air, it surely would take some time to clear, but at least their air quality would be equalized for now. Squinting through the yellow mist he saw Alraada and Galy at the bottom, before noticing Alti's arm covered and blood and hanging uselessly. His stomach lurched fearfully. "O-Oh my god, g-g-get up here!! C-Come on!" Alti's attention quickly snapped to the voice of the pleading scientist in the vent above, his will to survive slowly kicking back in as the yellow fumes continued to overflow his senses. He shakily stepped up another spike when he realized the girls below still hadn't been moving. With a haggard groan, he foolishly jumped back down, grabbed the green-haired cripple by her shirt and lifted her up to her stuttering friend for him to continue dragging her to safety while he proceeded to do the same with the war general. As soon as they were in the vent, his vision blurred almost completely with dark yellow. He coughed violently as his one good arm searched for the highest bent prong it could reach while the other one still hung by his side. He hadn't the air or care to remember the entire spell that'd fix it, so he left it in its sorry state until his mind could reach equilibrium again. After managing to raise his entire body into the shaft, he weakly shuffled forward, tailing behind Galystris until he eventually reached an environment with a decent mix of oxygen in the air. With traces of his strength starting to come back to him, he continued onward with the people he felt were worth saving in this botched excuse of an experiment until he realized he had forgotten one more. Swallowing a gulp of air, he turned around and briskly made it back to the end of the chute where the soon-to-be-dead lab rats bumbled about. "ORTUS!" he managed to screech, Alti banging on one side of the vent to further alert the woman. If she didn't respond, she must've been dead; he couldn't risk getting out and confirming it for himself a third time or he'd likely be toast, too. Starting to feel the gas' effects on his body once again, he made a beeline for the other end amongst the probable survivors of this nightmare. |
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Post by cassiroll on Sept 25, 2016 4:12:24 GMT -6
Vale saw Alti throw his soulmate over his shoulder and tried to focus on that, the gas scattering his brain even more than the electric shock had. His vision misted slightly and he started seeing double, having difficulty figuring out just what it was he was looking at. He focused his powers on his hands, dragging himself forward and heaving onto different sides when spikes got too close to his heaving mess of a body. The scientist seemed to have located a way to get some air into the room at least, and although his mind was still a mess, he began to move with a little more vigor, his vision clearing and his chest lifting more naturally. His perception was quite off still...was he three feet away...or three hundred? They seemed so close and yet so far.
Just get her out of here...please....just get her out at least.....
Nace coughed roughly as the gas filled the room, the salty ice queen having gotten to the camera before he could. He felt his muscle spasm and contract as he tried to hold in whatever food was currently in his system. "God fucking damn it, really...?" He muttered, holding onto the wall to steady himself only to have to duck moments later as a spike narrowly missed his head. He surveyed the room for his partner, and found the other in a somewhat similar state, although doing better off with his 'helpers'. He made his way in the man's direction, stumbling forward and trying to shout to catch his attention, but only letting out a series of mismatched wheezes instead.
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