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 Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:53 am
"Well.. I've yet to be here before.." Musica mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
There was a rather akward display before him and his companion.
Two paths forked.
Both completly diffrent from one another.
Looking back and forth at both, he blinked lethargically.
Seated at Musica's feet, D'artagnan's little head moved about, taking diffrent readings of their surroundings.
Both path's radiated an auora of evil, so both must be equally as unenjoyable.
A glare hidden behind his helmet, the fox's tail swished nervously.
Sighing, Musica stretched his arms back, a few cracks popping from his shoulders.
"Guess we should go diffrent ways, eh?" he glanced down at the little warrior next to him.
Snapping his head up, he looked to Musica.
A slight nod of understanding, D'artagnan rose to his armoured paws.
Stepping lightly, he stood directly in between both paths.
Turning to look back at Musica, his ear twitched, "Which way would you like to go, sir?"
Looking down each path, Musica wasn't stirred by either.
"I suppose Earth.. I've dealt with ze idiots there long enough, so I know how to work them." he scoffed and grinned, obviously irretated.
"Stupid humans.." he mumbled, heading in that direction.
D'artagnan nodded once again and poised himself towards the unknown side. What ever was there, he could handle it.
"Take care." Musica called out, looking back one more time at his partner.
"You too, sir." and with that both went their destined ways.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 1:45 pm
Musica- You take the path of the earth, the staircase leading directly downwards and beneath all those idiots. You trapeze down the hall afterward unable to see the walls of carved stone. At the end of this is a three way intersection. The left path is as bright as if candles lit the way. The right path is sheathed in darkness while the path directly ahead is partially lit from the light from the left path. You can't see the ends to any of them.
#- Go right.
#- Go left.
#- Go forward.
D'artagnan- After taking your leave from your master you find yourself alone on the darker path. It continues a bit until it leaves you at a crossroads of sorts. Right or left are your choices. The rightward path becomes brighter as it goes while the left path seems to get a be a bit chiller from here but has no change in lighting.
#- Go right.
#- Go left.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:44 pm
Having no care as to what lies beyond, Musica automatically chooses to go left.
Since it is his favorite direction.
Whether it was good or bad, it'd always be left.
A calm, careless expression resided on his face as he advanced.
Trying to think logically, D'artagnan chose to go right.
If it were colder, perhaps it led to some sort of opening?
At least that was his thinking.
And with that, he proceeded.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 5:42 am
Musica- Your leftward path takes you to yet another crossroads. You face a wall but there are routes to the right and left of you. From the right there is a not quite faint scent of cinnamon drifting, and it gets steadily brighter. The left gets chiller and the lights seem to fade away in the distance.
#- Go right.
#- Go left.
D'artagnan- It is definitely colder here, nearly enough to give you shivers, but not as cold as it could be. The lighting is dim, corners and wall are cast with flickering shadows from the firelight. You reach a right turn off after a few paces. Both routes, to the right and before you, are chill and dim but you can see that the right ends.
#- Go right.
#- Continue forward.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:31 am
Now that auroma was something tempting.
It would make anyone stop. Thoughts of cinnamon buns appeared in Musica's head.
But rarely did he ever give into temptation.
It would have to be something quite worth while to make him go after it.
Plus, if he followed towards the scent it could lead to those parasitic humans.
With a cringe of disgust, Musica kept his routine and took a left; regardless of tempeture or scenory change.
Behind his helmet, readings were popping up as he scanned his surroundings.
Little bleeps could be heard faintly if one were on the outside.
Tail dusting behind him, his armoured paws clinked forward after inspecting the right.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 1:57 pm
Musica- Well, you journey on, taking lefts and flipping the bird to those nasty humans. Soon enough, you come upon your next choice: to your left, a dead-end, but there could be something worthwhile there...and to your right, the path continues to grow dim.
#- Left again. You might note that if it wasn't a dead end, you could have come back upon the path you'd started on.
#- Pssh, left leads nowhere, let's take a right.
D'artagnan- You choose to continue forwards, ignoring the short hall that was too dark to see down. If there was light, you might have noticed a mirror...but, well, too late now. This journey isn't nearly as long as the last before you are confronted with another choice. To your right, there's another dark hall, and to your left, oh joy, yet another dark hall. Both seem identical at first glance.
#- Let's let your little armored paws click to the right.
#- Go left and see if you can get farther.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:02 pm
Musica gave no attention what so ever, negative or posotive, to any human he went by. They weren't worth his energy of any kind.
Curiousity got the best of him, as he hoped to maybe find something of intrest down the left side.
So what ev's. He went down there anyway to check it out.
He could always go the other way if nothing was there.
D'artagnan paused once again to take in what laid before him.
Little robotic noises twittered. He had no regrets for any decisions he made.
And with that his little paws clinked to the right.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 7:50 pm
Musica- You take the left path...and it seems rather dull and drab, but there is a small pile of rubble and stones in the corner, why don't you see what's there? Or will you just turn around and continue on your way?
#- Turn over some of the rubble. [ Randomize 1 - 12 ]
#- Turn around and continue on.
D'artagnan- It's a fairly short hall...and there seems to be a small pile of sticks built up. Why don't you see what's there before you continue on? Or will you ignore it and turn around?
#- Check out the pile of sticks. [ Randomize 1 - 12 ]
#- Turn around and be on your way.
Please Note! If both foxes decide to investigate, simply roll two 12-sided dice.
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musicaloner7 rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 2:38 pm
Spotting this bit of ruble before him, Musica rose an inquisitive brow. Nudging at the pile with his metal boot, his curiousity began to poke around the rocks.
D'artagnan sniffed at the wood, his scanners inspecting them and returning facts to him within his helmet. Clicking carefully to it, he pawed at the lumber curiously as well. What could be inside?
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