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 Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 4:30 pm
These tunnels are secret, only a few know about them. The tunnels run all through the city along with all over Maliborne's permanent base; going from his personal castle all the way to Aurora High and everywhere in between, and go very deep down. Maliborne has set up a base here, though it's not his top headquarter. Only those of Mailborne's army are allowed down here... And Maliborne himself...
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:29 am
Trace stumbled into the tunnel from the Courtyard of Aurora High, nearly smacking into the opposite wall as he lost his footing. The dirt underfoot was hard and crunchy, like dried mud. Bad for sneaking because of the noise, and worse if anyone knew any water-based spells because it'd be mud in no time. And considering the slope they were on, it'd turn into one hell of a mudslide. Trace felt the edge of the tunnel, whispering to his rescue team. "Is there light? Can any of you see?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:40 am
βΌ β’βββββ£ββ βββββ βΌ βΌ β’Β©ββββ ββ βββ‘β βΌ  . Pick Battles Big Enough To Matter But Small Enough To Win . Picking her way gracefully over the dirt and rocks, Samantha ran her long fingers along the wall as she walked so as not to lose her footing or it in the fuzzy darkness. "It's dark, but there's some light filtering in from the entrance so there's a very weak light." She winkled her nose against the musty smell that filled the tunnel. Tucking her side-bangs behind one ear, she peered through the darkness in front of them. "There's no telling how long the tunnel is or what it's like ahead of us because it's way too dark down there." . The First Greatest Victory Is To Conquer Yourself; To Be Conquered By Yourself Is Of All Things Most Shameful And Vile .
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:54 am
 "Don't ever underestimate yourself...ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ  Suspecting that something could go wrong at any moment, Laertes then suggested the idea, "If we use too much light, these guys will know we might arrive, at any second," as he tries to be moderate while holding on to his flame sword. Laertes even cautions himself to not summon a fireball, lest they get detected, here. He finds the darkness rather hazy, yet for some reason or another, in his head there was a rather grey light in the area, in front of him that he might be dreaming as he notes on it, all the while asking Ferrera, "So do you remember the plans?" as he was anxious to get the matter over with, as soon as possible. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ"...Or the person you're fighting."
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:07 am
"It's dark. But if we use magic to light the place up, they'll be on us in a second. No doubt Maliborne was smart enough to lace this tunnel with enough magic-detecting spells to make sure a magical snake couldn't slither through without setting off alarms... Good thing we've got these," Trace muttered, pulling out flashlights for the group from his backpack. "Where would you all be without me?" He asked quietly, chuckling to himself. "Just make sure the light doesn't shine too far ahead- like my man said," Trace whispered, nodding to Laertes, "we don't want 'em to know we're coming."
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:31 am
βΌ β’βββββ£ββ βββββ βΌ βΌ β’Β©ββββ ββ βββ‘β βΌ . Pick Battles Big Enough To Matter But Small Enough To Win . Taking a flashlight, Sam flicked it on and jumped. She put a hand to her fast beating heart and said sarcastically, "beautiful." A skeleton leaned against one of the dirt and stone walls, grinning at the group. Carefully, the girl picked her way over to it and examined it. The skeleton was fresh. As if the person had just died. She shivered, wondering who this could possibly be. . The First Greatest Victory Is To Conquer Yourself; To Be Conquered By Yourself Is Of All Things Most Shameful And Vile .
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:51 am
πΈππππππ ππππππππ α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦
α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦ πΎπππππ ππ π―ππππ  "What should you call me? Well, for now just call me 'Phoebe'..." While Trace brought out the flashlights, Mel put on her eye patch over her right eye in case the batteries went out. She saw Sam examining a skeleton. "Interesting rate of decomp. Let's try not to end up like him."
"But who am I? I'm just your friendly, neighborhood serial killer."
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:01 pm
Trace straightened up, slinging his pack over his shoulder and approaching the skeleton. He ran his fingers across the skull's face, frowning. "This guy has only been dead for a week. He shouldn't be a skeleton," he whispered, frowning even deeper. "Let's figure out what's up... Rise no jΕ«su drΕ«mo graveposts, un atklΔj iemeslu jΕ«su nΔves..." As the words escaped his lips, the skeleton actually rattled a bit; the spirit formed around it, before stepping up.
"Why, hello," it said coolly, almost as if it were just the breeze passing through. "What, exactly, did you bring me up for? I was relaxing..."
"Well," Trace began, frowning. "I was just wondering who killed you. And why, after only a week, your body has almost totally decomposed. How'd you die?" He frowned, already knowing this answer was going to be... Bad.
"I was drained," it said simply, shrugging. "Of life, magical energy- everything. Sucked bone-dry... Literally. I've been a skeleton since I died."
That shocking information made Trace fall silent- in his silence, the spirit slipped back into the darkness, and Trace frowned. He wasn't sure who else saw his communication with the ghost, but his expression now would prove to them something was seriously amiss. "Guys... If we don't hurry up, they're all gonna end up like him. They're all gonna be drained of their life and magical energy, or something. If we don't kick it into gear, we're going to be rescuing a bunch of skeletons... And Maliborne is going to be uber-powerful."
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:10 pm
Ariana walked behind everybody else and sighed."Sam is right" she said with a frown. She looked at Ferrera who looked like she was praying for Nicole. She took in a breath of air and sighed. It was so dark she couldn't do anything about it. The two stopped dead in their tracks as the skeleton appeared.They hid behind each other. They could hear laughter in the back of their minds and the small girl (ariana) started walking again."Gosh" Ferrera said."You almost gave us a hear attack" She said with a smile.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 5:20 pm
πΈππππππ ππππππππ α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦
α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦ πΎπππππ ππ π―ππππ "What should you call me? Well, for now just call me 'Phoebe'..." Melanie raised an eyebrow at the interesting bit of information. Attempt at mass murder...? Sounds like Maliborne just fell under my jurisdiction. Another stop to make on this field trip... With her right hand slightly twitching, she kept following as the group made its way through the labyrinth of tunnels. Mel ran scenarios in her head on how to take on this 'Final Boss,' but all of them had one thing in common; the attack had to be done before Maliborne started the power draining.
"But who am I? I'm just your friendly, neighborhood serial killer."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 9:04 pm
Chan-Chan Lee πΈππππππ ππππππππ α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦
α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦ πΎπππππ ππ π―ππππ "What should you call me? Well, for now just call me 'Phoebe'..." Melanie raised an eyebrow at the interesting bit of information. Attempt at mass murder...? Sounds like Maliborne just fell under my jurisdiction. Another stop to make on this field trip... With her right hand slightly twitching, she kept following as the group made its way through the labyrinth of tunnels. Mel ran scenarios in her head on how to take on this 'Final Boss,' but all of them had one thing in common; the attack had to be done before Maliborne started the power draining.
"But who am I? I'm just your friendly, neighborhood serial killer." "When Trace gives the signal, we ready ourselves to make a run or sprint towards the prisoners and begin the assault, so does anyone have any spells at hand to quiet our movements?" Laertes quickly asked the rest of the available party members here, not at all eager for anyone to be drained of their lives at this rate. "Thank you, sir!" Laertes salutes to the skeleton who told Trace on the bad news, already bracing himself for once the rescue begins, as time is not on the side of those against Malibourne, here, and by the Ethos of the Corps, Laertes is not going to abandon prisoners to their deaths like this. 'Better to die fighting than to be drained, like the prisoners before our friends!!!' Laertes thought, through clenched teeth, not so eager as to betray the united states or his classmates here, by dying of drainage. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ"...Or the person you're fighting."
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:46 pm
Ξ±ΡΞΉΞ±ΠΈΞ± Ξ½Ξ±ΠΈΡΡΡΞ± βΡβΡfΞ±ΠΈ Ariana raised her eyebrows at Laertes. She didn't quite understand what was going to happen sooner or later. She had adjusted to the thought of death. Her breathing was in a faster pace as it was and her eyes were trying to look for something to lean on. After hearing Laertes she cursed. "Someone in balance probobly could've come up with something of that sort" The small girl said with a frown. Her hair was the only thing that she could feel and the rest of her body. The fact they were given small light she didn't have much light to see everyone's face. Their voices were the only thing that caught her attention. The girl took out her wand and moved it across seeing it's left behind gold. You with your words like knives and swords that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 1:59 pm
"The hell do you think you're doing?!" Trace whisper/shouted, swatting the wand out of the redhead's hand. "Idiot! I just said they had sensors for magic- they know we're here now!" he said, practically spitting the words out. "Now that we've been compromised," he said loudly to everyone, glaring at the girl despite his useless glass eyes, he looked back to the tunnels. "We have even LESS time. So let's move out. Now!" He said harshly, walking through the tunnel with a rather brisk pace despite his lack of sight. If they weren't already, they were now almost definitely walking into a trap- even that little bubble of magic would have no doubt alerted someone in the camp, and they now had the whole of Maliborne's army alerted to their presence.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 10:41 am
βΌ β’βββββ£ββ βββββ βΌ βΌ β’Β©ββββ ββ βββ‘β βΌ . Pick Battles Big Enough To Matter But Small Enough To Win . Samantha rolled her eyes at Trace and squeezed Ariana's hand. She gave her a small smile of comfort and let go of her hand. Sweeping long blonde side-bangs from her eyes, she followed quickly behind Trace, looking around nervously and toying with her silky blonde curls. . The First Greatest Victory Is To Conquer Yourself; To Be Conquered By Yourself Is Of All Things Most Shameful And Vile .
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 12:46 pm
πΈππππππ ππππππππ α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦
α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦ πΎπππππ ππ π―ππππ "What should you call me? Well, for now just call me 'Phoebe'..." Melanie quickened her stride, ducking down a bit to make her less of a target if an attack was to arrive. The lack of light didn't bother her at the moment, but the group of people was making her uncomfortable. Too many people gave a higher probability of making mistakes, such as right now. Trying to be optimistic for once, Mel hoped this would be the extent of their slip-ups. Unless that just jinxed us. @#$%.
"But who am I? I'm just your friendly, neighborhood serial killer."
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