[ i would never allow temenos to be dignified, first of all
the shield shatters when the knife strikes it, and honestly, throné would be so proud of this dodge - maybe that connection to his magic means aelfric's around after all - because he manages to avoid the actual attack. he is, however, absolutely not expecting to be blink dogged. temenos didn't know kosmo had the ability to do that, so he absolutely eats shit when he reappears. his dress shoes skid against the blood and viscera on the floor, and he lets out a strangled noise as he drops, coating his suit in blood.
but that's fine. the butcher wants light? you want to see some light, butcher man? temenos will absolutely show him the light. he has to manage his skills carefully but there's one that's pretty cheap: he throws his staff up in front of himself even from the ground and casts, again - ] Holy light, illuminate the darkness!
[ holy light. it's bright, if you thought the shield was bad. this is holy smiting directly from the skies above, a spell attack aiming to smite his assailant before he can get any closer. ]
[ it's the voices in his head, mixed with the smell of the place, and the overwhelming weight barring down on him, that's why he misses. yeah. that's why. it has to be. this place is just messing with him in every way. hateful.
a deep cut on his left cheek, dangerously close to his eye, blood spilling out and even getting into it. now he's got one eye closed, hindered even further. but this does not stop him. never back down NEVER WHAT!!!
safe to say the shield is gone, just him and this deranged butcher now. keith pulls the plasma blade out, now dull wielding and brings the two blades together to try and catch the next blow. he aims to catch it and then push the man back, perhaps towards the hole. because they certainly are still near it. hm.
if he's successful in pushing this guy back, he's going in for another hit, right at the guy's gut. hopefully he doesn't slip in all this blood and meat. ]
[ the butcher gets mcfucking struck by the power of god and anime and you hear his pitiful wailing as the holy light burns his skin, but more strongly, you hear the wailing of... something. something wholly unholy shuddering up from the pit. temenos as you fall and eat shit, something is kicked by the slide of your dress shoe, and goes rolling to the side. the butcher looms overhead, still howling. with one wild, flailing arm, he drives his knife downwards towards temenos' face aiming for... you know.
kosmo tries to grab the butcher by the leg while he's blinded, but ends up getting just kicked straight in his ribs and goes slamming into the wall. the entire cavernous slaughter room shudders with the impact. he slides down it and twitches, glitches as maybe he tries to poof back but is denied it.
it is truly a one-two punch, the shield saving keith from a really shitty fate of having half his face cleaved in twain, leaving him with a sweet battle wound instead. but that doesn't mean the man is done yet. he sweeps out with his knife again multiple times and wails as he catches keith's chest and then his right arm, slashing deep (not deep enough to sever a limb off completely, but both are nasty wounds, painful, gushing.)
the gut punch, though, well. it makes landfall on the solid wall of muscle that is the butcher's chest... and butcher is indeed going straight into the pit with a wailing noise as well. it disappears, but never stops, there is no splatter or breaking noise of a body making a landing. ]
[ oh he kicked something. that seems like it was probably important, whatever it was. he's not in a good position, down on the ground and lacking his animal companion tank, but he's thinking roughly the same as keith. get the butcher down, shove him down into the pit, if he can push him backwards. get up, make him stumble backwards, shove him in, logical sense.
that unholy, awful sound rattles his very bones. the arm flails and he knows, he knows he's not going to be able to dodge it entirely, and so, instead, he pushes himself up and off the ground, jerking his head to the side. it's -
- it's not a miss. the knife slices into his cheek, carving in, and the pain is white hot and awful, but it's enough for him to narrowly avoid having his eye gouged out as the knife dives downward into his shoulder, instaed. and, listen. he's not fast, but with the slippery floor and momentum on his side, he manages to slide out and cast, again, this time aiming at the holy light spell at the butcher's chest. ]
I said, illuminate the darkness! [ small sp, big hit. it's aelfric's classic holy light - bright, brilliant, bursting, and accompanied by a swing backwards from the staff like it's a baseball bat, so if he staggers backwards from the pain, maybe he can whack some mana out of his stupid body and send him back towards the Pit of Despair. ]
[ cool. reopen his super healed shoulder scar, while also extending it to his chest. except this one is much deeper, cutting through his suit and dangerously close to bone. he's lucky he doesn't loose the whole ass arm. why's it gotta be the right one...
he screams out in pain, the blood gushing and pain searing. but it does nothing to stop him, and he surges forward, yelling. shoving the butcher back and taking aim. landing right in his chest, plasma blade sinking in. and with a this is sparta-esque kicks the guy straight into the pit.
bye bitch.
then he's turning towards temenos, seeing how he goes to baseball smack the other dude towards the pit. he'll do what he can to assist in making sure that happens, even if it just grabbing the dude and throwing him in, once he stumbles back. ]
[ life from life? sure. temenos swing-battah-battahs and just smacks this guy in the chest as he's on a bloody slip n' slide. the butcher doesn't expect this expert wielding of what he thought was just a pathetic little walking stick for a frail white-haired twink. he was sorely mistaken. temenos can get the satisfaction of hitting this man right in his solar plexus, a crack audible in the din of the fight.
between the stun from the light, like a bug hitting a naked bulb, the butcher's footing slips in his soft leather shoes, pushes him backwards so his side hits one of the massive butcher's blocks, the stone slabs. he grabs onto it with a slick hand and lets out an inhuman roar as the room shudders again.
keith grabs him by the back of his leather apron, hurtling him towards the edge of the hole and listening to him scream once more. the scream dies, just like the other, unnaturally, with no splatter. no catch.
the room is silent save for a distant, wet rumbling noise. you have a moment to breathe. what do you do? ]
Edited (what the fuck i hate having double enters after my comments) 2024-04-09 20:48 (UTC)
better. much better. keith's grab is exactly what he needs - temenos looks up just in time to watch the butcher hurtle straight towards the edge. the sound of his screaming is jagged and miserable like nails on a chalkboard, but it doesn't matter. good riddance, frankly. he pushes himself up on his bloodied staff, looks at keith. blood is streaming down his face and rapidly pooling at his shoulder but he is... alive and not missing any limbs so that's a start. ]
... Bravo. [ murmured, half on an exhale as the (almost) silence washes over the room. his gaze goes to kosmo the wonderdog, too - temenos reaches up and grabs his heal gun, and before keith can say anything or question anything or tell him not to, jabs him in the side with it and pumps a charge into him. minor heal. is only baby. ]
...We need to get back to the others, and quickly. [ his magic thrums under the surface, gnawing and hungry somewhere in his stomach, but it's better than nothing, for now. a group heal will be better if - well. temenos is not optimistic that shoma and charles are just having tea somewhere. ]
[ the adrenaline is still kicking, but not nearly as loud, now that silence fills the room and it's just the three of them. keith grabs at his shoulder, looking towards temenos. ]
So much for not getting into trouble. [ not them having matching face and shoulder injuries. keith's own face and shoulder gushing with blood. but i guess since tem is jamming a heal gun into his side, the blood isn't gushing out anymore.
also HIS BABY DOG. runs over to kosmo, picking him up. after getting hit he's shrunk back down to a manageable carrying size. ] I've got you buddy. Good job back there.
I imagine they're having just as much fun as we are. [ if not worse. is the noise coming from the direction of the stairs or ig what would be the direction of the stairs? he wants to check on that slab first, before they leave, the one with the jacket and cap. he should probably also find his helmet, wherever that ended up. ]
[ oh yeah charles and shoma are definitely having fun! yippee!!
the hunger nibbles at the outskirts of temenos' mind. even the smallest morsel would be so tasty right now, just what you'd need to pick yourself up. but there's nothing here, nothing good, only rot and blood. surrounding you both, you can see the slaughterhouse for what it is.
kosmo does indeed shrink to be carried, fussing though and licking at keith's face despite the gore, whimpering. put him down, he's okay... put him down... he will go with you into the darkest reaches of the earth, you know he will. in any case, get your minor heal keith, and it can help whatever you like in a minor capacity.
the jacket and cap are indeed just. blood-soaked. there's also a... decapitated head on the ground. the head of the girl in the photograph. she stares with blank, dead eyes gazing up from the floor. surprise.
down the hall: a commotion. a very loud commotion, rumbling wet and thick. ]
...I can't say that I'm surprised. [ once kosmo is picked up properly, temenos comes to join keith at the slab, looking at the bloody clothes, and. well. he's looking at the decapitated head of the girl from the photos. if i had a nickel for every time i had to stare at a decapitated head in this game i'd have two nickels. at least this time it isn't sweet dahut.
anyway. he's about to crouch down to examine the remains to try and see if he can tell how long she's been dead, but then there's yelling and awful rumbling down the hall. he lifts his head, immediately on high alert mode, and smacks his staff against the ground, this time firing up a little bit of light to sit on the end of it so they can actually see what might be coming. "is this a spell you can actually do" shut up what am i supposed to do summon a pixel lantern
anyway ]
Oh dear. [ PLEASE REACT MORE THAN THAT
we're in a dead end besides the Pit of Despair, huh ]
[ after much fussing, keith does put kosmo down. frowning down at this severed head of the missing girl. if this was her fate...he wonders about the missing boy, likely the same in some way. sighs. anyways, just takes his heal gun out and soots temenos back, while they stare at the head. he's coping.
and then there's that god awful noise, coupled with yelling, which is also awful. he whips his head around, looking towards the direction of it all. ]
If I had to guess, I'd say that's the others. [ they are in a dead end, with nothing but the pit.
looks at it. looks at tem. looks back to the noises. ]
I've got a bad feeling about this, but let's at least meet them half way.
[ he thinks they'll probably end up back right here and probably in the hole. but it's fine. let them run to the others first. ]
[ as keith and temenos decide that they will find the others first, temenos a beacon of light from the top of his staff, offering a modicum of warmth and comfort despite the disgusting viscera that coats the place... yeah. temenos can see that it really is just you two and the Pit of Who Knows What the Fuck. it rumbles again.
they will realize that the area just outside this room, down the hall... is crumbling, raining concrete, and that three figures are scrambling for you as the area behind them completely and utterly caves in.
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the shield shatters when the knife strikes it, and honestly, throné would be so proud of this dodge - maybe that connection to his magic means aelfric's around after all - because he manages to avoid the actual attack. he is, however, absolutely not expecting to be blink dogged. temenos didn't know kosmo had the ability to do that, so he absolutely eats shit when he reappears. his dress shoes skid against the blood and viscera on the floor, and he lets out a strangled noise as he drops, coating his suit in blood.
but that's fine. the butcher wants light? you want to see some light, butcher man? temenos will absolutely show him the light. he has to manage his skills carefully but there's one that's pretty cheap: he throws his staff up in front of himself even from the ground and casts, again - ] Holy light, illuminate the darkness!
[ holy light. it's bright, if you thought the shield was bad. this is holy smiting directly from the skies above, a spell attack aiming to smite his assailant before he can get any closer. ]
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a deep cut on his left cheek, dangerously close to his eye, blood spilling out and even getting into it. now he's got one eye closed, hindered even further. but this does not stop him. never back down NEVER WHAT!!!
safe to say the shield is gone, just him and this deranged butcher now. keith pulls the plasma blade out, now dull wielding and brings the two blades together to try and catch the next blow. he aims to catch it and then push the man back, perhaps towards the hole. because they certainly are still near it. hm.
if he's successful in pushing this guy back, he's going in for another hit, right at the guy's gut. hopefully he doesn't slip in all this blood and meat. ]
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kosmo tries to grab the butcher by the leg while he's blinded, but ends up getting just kicked straight in his ribs and goes slamming into the wall. the entire cavernous slaughter room shudders with the impact. he slides down it and twitches, glitches as maybe he tries to poof back but is denied it.
it is truly a one-two punch, the shield saving keith from a really shitty fate of having half his face cleaved in twain, leaving him with a sweet battle wound instead. but that doesn't mean the man is done yet. he sweeps out with his knife again multiple times and wails as he catches keith's chest and then his right arm, slashing deep (not deep enough to sever a limb off completely, but both are nasty wounds, painful, gushing.)
the gut punch, though, well. it makes landfall on the solid wall of muscle that is the butcher's chest... and butcher is indeed going straight into the pit with a wailing noise as well. it disappears, but never stops, there is no splatter or breaking noise of a body making a landing. ]
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that unholy, awful sound rattles his very bones. the arm flails and he knows, he knows he's not going to be able to dodge it entirely, and so, instead, he pushes himself up and off the ground, jerking his head to the side. it's -
- it's not a miss. the knife slices into his cheek, carving in, and the pain is white hot and awful, but it's enough for him to narrowly avoid having his eye gouged out as the knife dives downward into his shoulder, instaed. and, listen. he's not fast, but with the slippery floor and momentum on his side, he manages to slide out and cast, again, this time aiming at the holy light spell at the butcher's chest. ]
I said, illuminate the darkness! [ small sp, big hit. it's aelfric's classic holy light - bright, brilliant, bursting, and accompanied by a swing backwards from the staff like it's a baseball bat, so if he staggers backwards from the pain, maybe he can whack some mana out of his stupid body and send him back towards the Pit of Despair. ]
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he screams out in pain, the blood gushing and pain searing. but it does nothing to stop him, and he surges forward, yelling. shoving the butcher back and taking aim. landing right in his chest, plasma blade sinking in. and with a this is sparta-esque kicks the guy straight into the pit.
bye bitch.
then he's turning towards temenos, seeing how he goes to baseball smack the other dude towards the pit. he'll do what he can to assist in making sure that happens, even if it just grabbing the dude and throwing him in, once he stumbles back. ]
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between the stun from the light, like a bug hitting a naked bulb, the butcher's footing slips in his soft leather shoes, pushes him backwards so his side hits one of the massive butcher's blocks, the stone slabs. he grabs onto it with a slick hand and lets out an inhuman roar as the room shudders again.
keith grabs him by the back of his leather apron, hurtling him towards the edge of the hole and listening to him scream once more. the scream dies, just like the other, unnaturally, with no splatter. no catch.
the room is silent save for a distant, wet rumbling noise. you have a moment to breathe. what do you do? ]
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better. much better. keith's grab is exactly what he needs - temenos looks up just in time to watch the butcher hurtle straight towards the edge. the sound of his screaming is jagged and miserable like nails on a chalkboard, but it doesn't matter. good riddance, frankly. he pushes himself up on his bloodied staff, looks at keith. blood is streaming down his face and rapidly pooling at his shoulder but he is... alive and not missing any limbs so that's a start. ]
... Bravo. [ murmured, half on an exhale as the (almost) silence washes over the room. his gaze goes to kosmo the wonderdog, too - temenos reaches up and grabs his heal gun, and before keith can say anything or question anything or tell him not to, jabs him in the side with it and pumps a charge into him. minor heal. is only baby. ]
...We need to get back to the others, and quickly. [ his magic thrums under the surface, gnawing and hungry somewhere in his stomach, but it's better than nothing, for now. a group heal will be better if - well. temenos is not optimistic that shoma and charles are just having tea somewhere. ]
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So much for not getting into trouble. [ not them having matching face and shoulder injuries. keith's own face and shoulder gushing with blood. but i guess since tem is jamming a heal gun into his side, the blood isn't gushing out anymore.
also HIS BABY DOG. runs over to kosmo, picking him up. after getting hit he's shrunk back down to a manageable carrying size. ] I've got you buddy. Good job back there.
I imagine they're having just as much fun as we are. [ if not worse. is the noise coming from the direction of the stairs or ig what would be the direction of the stairs? he wants to check on that slab first, before they leave, the one with the jacket and cap. he should probably also find his helmet, wherever that ended up. ]
Looks like we were too late.
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the hunger nibbles at the outskirts of temenos' mind. even the smallest morsel would be so tasty right now, just what you'd need to pick yourself up. but there's nothing here, nothing good, only rot and blood. surrounding you both, you can see the slaughterhouse for what it is.
kosmo does indeed shrink to be carried, fussing though and licking at keith's face despite the gore, whimpering. put him down, he's okay... put him down... he will go with you into the darkest reaches of the earth, you know he will. in any case, get your minor heal keith, and it can help whatever you like in a minor capacity.
the jacket and cap are indeed just. blood-soaked. there's also a... decapitated head on the ground. the head of the girl in the photograph. she stares with blank, dead eyes gazing up from the floor. surprise.
down the hall: a commotion. a very loud commotion, rumbling wet and thick. ]
IS CLEAVING A SELF-SAME BODY IN TWAIN NOT A KINDNESS TO US!?
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anyway. he's about to crouch down to examine the remains to try and see if he can tell how long she's been dead, but then there's yelling and awful rumbling down the hall. he lifts his head, immediately on high alert mode, and smacks his staff against the ground, this time firing up a little bit of light to sit on the end of it so they can actually see what might be coming. "is this a spell you can actually do" shut up what am i supposed to do summon a pixel lantern
anyway ]
Oh dear. [ PLEASE REACT MORE THAN THAT
we're in a dead end besides the Pit of Despair, huh ]
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and then there's that god awful noise, coupled with yelling, which is also awful. he whips his head around, looking towards the direction of it all. ]
If I had to guess, I'd say that's the others. [ they are in a dead end, with nothing but the pit.
looks at it. looks at tem. looks back to the noises. ]
I've got a bad feeling about this, but let's at least meet them half way.
[ he thinks they'll probably end up back right here and probably in the hole. but it's fine. let them run to the others first. ]
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they will realize that the area just outside this room, down the hall... is crumbling, raining concrete, and that three figures are scrambling for you as the area behind them completely and utterly caves in.
you are reunited. at least. ]