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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 10:59 pm
Pierott smirked, curiosity oozing from his pores as he approached his destination. Cheza mentioned this dark, creepy place, and who was he to deny such a beautiful existence? If he was lucky, maybe the rotted remains of some unfortunate creature would lurk in the depths of his explored terrain... he wished. Then, he saw it.
The entrance choices.
"Let's see..." He spoke aloud, ignoring the huff from behind him, from his appointed companion.
Two choices. A lit little path that seemed to go underground, or a darker, eerie path to the side. Snorting, he headed straight into the dark, knowing he ways better suited for the shadows.
Michellea watched Pierott walk into the dark, wrinkling her nose lightly, "As if I'd ever go down the same path as that psycho... He might try to use the shadow as cover to kill me...." Swishing her tail lightly, she headed down the well lit path, hoping Pierott wouldn't decide to turn back and follow her. She smirked at the thought of him crying like a baby if he got lost.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 11:32 pm
Pierott- Its rather chilly here. Oozingly curious, your darker path leads directly to a fork in the road. To the right the way is brighter and seemingly warmer, and to the left cooler still and yet more absence of light. Both paths seem to continue for a while.
#- Go right.
#- Go left.
Michellea- Hopefully feeling distinctly less psychotic your brighter trail may yet prove lucky, for you see a rather offset pile of cobwebs beacons to you. It is warm here and you've yet to reach any crossroads or turns.
#- Search the pile. [Randomize 1-12]
#- Continue.
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ChexaRain generated a random number between
1 and 12 ...
8!
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 11:43 pm
Pierott smirked, shaking his head with the easy choices. "Was this maze designed to bore me? It's always left or right.." With a fake sigh escaping him, he headed down the darker left path, a small skip in his step as his excitement grew.
Michellea looked at the pile of cobwebs and wrinkled her nose, "Gross!" She thought it over a moment, but finally sighed, "I don't want to miss anything important though... all the crazy people like to hide stuff in... ew...." She made a face as she went for the pile, digging through it halfheartedly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:22 am
Pierott- The maze, in fact, was not designed to bore you. You walk barely a yard and come to a second fork in the road. The temperature and lighting here have been the same for a bit, but the path to your right leads to what appears to be a dead end, while the forward route turns to the right.
#- Explore to the right.
#- Continue forward.
Michellea- Your repulsive endeavor bears no fruit and you draw your paw out covered in webs. Turning back to wash is not an option, and you've no choice but to continue to a three way intersection just ahead. The paths are all lit the same, save for the left which gets comfortably brighter and warmer.
#- Continue forward.
#- Go right.
#- Go left.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:26 am
Pierott tsks lightly, his gaze looking at his choices thoroughly, "So far, it's been quiet.... Let's see..." He pointed himself toward what seemed to be a dead end to the right, looking closer to check out anything that may be hiding.
Grimacing lightly at the lack of a discovery, Michellea wiped her paws as cleanly as was possible. Three paths, and she didn't give it a second glance as she kept moving forward, slightly agitated of her previous effort being fruitless.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:17 pm
Pierott- After turning right its only a few paces before you're faced with a wall. Its cement and looks rather sturdy, save for a crack big enough to stick your paw through. A light shines out of the hole, but where you are it is still as dark as before.
#- Investigate the crack. [Randomize 1-12]
#- Turn back.
Michellea- Your crossroads lead you quickly to a dead end, but there is be a chest in front of the wall here. It does not appear to have a lock, but something might be inside it.
#- Open the chest. [Randomize 1-12]
#- Turn back.
[If you decide to choose both, roll 2 12 sided dice. The first die for Pierott and the second for Michellea.]
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ChexaRain rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:32 pm
Now this was interesting. Giving no second thought to the matter, Pierott investigated the large crack in the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe it's some kind of electrical wire..." He employed, the idea of electricution seeming more of a game than finding something.
Michellea's thought were less harmful than Pierott's, but still the same on some level. The idea of something lined with jewels seemed to propel her towards the chest, opening it without hesitation or a second thought until it was too late.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 4:28 pm
Pierott- To your vast disappointment the cavern isn't wired for electricity and you avoid a shocking death or getting anything else for that matter. There is nothing in the hole but the dirt your paw is now ensconced in. You turn around and are back at the intersection. You don't really want to head back the way you came, so your only choice is to go forward. You round the corner and walk down a long hall before you reach the next intersection. From here you can go right or continue forward.
#- Go right
#- Go forward
Michellea- You grab a hold of a slim wood stick but it seems to be wieghed down by something. You let go and a soft creak is heard. A face pops out with gleaming eyes, clutching the chopstick like it's precious.
#- Talk to it.
#- Ignore it.
#- Run.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 4:34 pm
Disappointing, Pierott thought, not bothering to dust off his paw as he went to continue down the other path. Coming upon the intersection, he listened to the silence around him with a frown, "It's too quiet down here..."He murmured, heading down the right path.
Michellea raised a brow at the face, her expression rather soft as she saw how tightly it held to the chopstick, "How does that really mean so much to you?" She asked, tilting her head as she awaited some kind of response, even though it seemed the face might not have a way to respond.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:14 pm
 Michellea- The face, revealed as a young kit blinked her reflecting eyes and tilted her head.
"It's the only thing I've ever had." She responded sadly. "A wick to my candle..."
#- Respond.
#- Ignore the kit.
#- Leave.
#- Punch the kit.Pierott- At the end of the path you chose a velvet sack lays on the floor beneath a mirror.
#- Investigate [Randomize 1-12]
#- Ignore it and go back.
#- Admire yourself in the mirror, because you're so handsome.
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ChexaRain generated a random number between
1 and 12 ...
2!
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:54 pm
Pierott smirked deviously, "Oh, if only Michellea had come with me...." The mirror would've been her first priority. But no, Pierott was going straight for the bag, praying for a few torture tools that weren't already in his possession to be inside.
The sound of the kit's voice could only make Michellea soften, which came abnormally to her as snow to summer. "Little one..." She spoke, her voice cooing motherly, "I cannot prove to be something more to you than your chopstick, given my record... but I can offer you this much. The one I live with would gladly open her arms to you, if you desire to have friends who can share experiences with you, and converse with you in a way that your beloved wick cannot." She gave the kit a sincere smile and bowed lightly, "But, I won't force you to take the option, if you were to prefer being here."
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 9:41 pm
Michellea- The little kit's eyes watered.
"I... can... I can have family?" She whispered with a hint of hope. "Can I please come with you?"
#- Take the kit with you.
#- Ignore the kit and leave.
#- Strangle the kit.Pierott- Your reach into the bag and pull out a bottle of pills and a bowl shard. You keep these and arrive at a 'Y' in the road.
#- Go left.
#- Go right.
Inventory Pierott: Pill Bottle (1), Bowl Shard (1)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 9:49 pm
Michellea nodded lightly,"If you'd like, of course you can." She reached out lightly towards the kit, offering her a ride on her shoulders with a light gesture of her paws. Some kind of inner motherhood wouldn't allow Michellea to leave the kit alone in this creepy place, especially when he little face spoke her desires so clearly.
Pierott looked at what he'd gained with a slight raise of his brow, but made further comment on the items, although he'd most likely test those pills out on someone random. Walking up to the 'Y' bend, he looked both ways with a lack of interest before turning right, feeling he might find something interesting no matter what path he took.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:52 pm
Michellea- The kit squeaked happily, clambering onto your back and letting a couple tears of joy leak out of her eyes as she snuggled into the soft fur. "Th...Thank you." She murmured...and as you walk back down, she points you to the right, obviously wanting you to head towards the light. ...it's really the only way you can take, and soon you come to your next choice. The hall to your left is illuminated for a while, but it eventually fades to darkness. The path to your right is well lit, warm...and smells of cinnamon buns.
#- Take the left path, and head into the darkness.
#- The kit seemed to want to stay in the light, choose the path to the right.
[Congratulations, you've found the little Lost Candle Kit. She's yours, now...take good care of her.]
Periott- Seems like you've reached another dead end...but here there's a small stack of kindling. It's big enough that there might be something interesting hidden within. What do you do?
#- Dig around, of course! [Randomize 1 - 12]
#- Ignore it as a lost cause and turn around to go down the other hall.
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ChexaRain generated a random number between
1 and 12 ...
8!
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:57 pm
Michellea smiled and looked at her choices, not too fond of the dark herself. She quickly took in the delicious aroma of cinnamon, and drawn to it, she took the path to the right without hesitation.
Always dead ends, Pierott thought, looking at his surroundings. He didn't spot the kindling until the last second and quickly went for it, smirking deviously, "I can't just ignore the possibilities, now can I?"
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