The underneath is a network of sewers and cold basement levels, filled with the stench of mildew and death. You hear sounds - at a distance, and nearby. Like many legs in the dripping water, like soft voices echoing down the halls.
More notably, no matter how you got here, you can't seem to get back out. However you arrived, it's a one-way entry, and there seems to be strong magical warding stopping anything from leaving.
Are these the dungeons? Or was your arrival here a mistake?
THIS IS A SECRET LOG! THIS MEANS THAT ALL CONTENT INSIDE OF IT IS SECRET BOTH IC AND OOC UNTIL YOUR CHARACTER IS ONCE AGAIN IN A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN REVEAL IT!
It's okay to make vague commentary on how things are going for your character, but please don't tell anyone OOCly the specifics of the location, characters, or events. That's for you and anyone else who joins you to share.
Start with your character arriving, and things will go from there.
Times will take finding one of the other workers are a sign of obvious victory, and will stretch their legs and let out a whining yawn while doing so. After stretching, they'll just sort of lumber casually over to Tyki, making a few soft "ruh" sounds and fogging blue magic from its mouth.
Well Times is here, so... come on? Times looks expectant.
He's a little on edge but the whining yawn causes him to visibly yawn as well and he has to fight extending it long on the account of how tired he is. He followed a giant spider. He may as well follow a skeleton dog as well. What's the worse that can happen? Okay, he can think of a few things.
"Alright, lead on then," he says as he fishes his cigarette pack out his back pocket.
Well that was easy! Times appreciates when things are easy. They turn around and start trotting back down the hall without much hesitation, working their way back to where they can sense their pack leader.
Times let's out a rattling how, and not long after another howl from a few tunnels away responds. It's a good thing this isn't a wolf pack looking for a treat or anything.
So does Tyki but not always. He needs that challenge occasionally. Right now easy is a blessing given everything he's already had to endure. He goes to fish a cigarette out before he realizes that pack is empty save for one single stick left.
There's a faint noise before he just tosses it aside into this already dump of a place and strikes a match to light it once balanced between his lips. He breathes it in as he listens to the howls echoing off the ambient walls. If this is a trap at least he'll have something to do. "You're not alone."
It's not long before there's the huff and clatter of another beast running through the tunnels, its movements echoing until a nearly identical dog comes around the corner to meet them. The two dogs jump at each other and briefly tussle playfully before looking up a Tyki and continuing down the tunnels again.
Soon he'll find Sans hunched up and sitting on a pile of rubble. It's really hard to say with a skeleton, but he doesn't look very well.
The two dogs come back to him, jumping up and trying to get their snoots in for a pat. Sans absently reaches out to scritch their skulls as he glanced over to Tyki wearily.
He's attentive to the sounds of the tunnels as eyes roam over the two dogs meeting and thus reuniting with each other. Ah, that's kind of cute but it doesn't last long. He follows almost lazily as the dogs are helping in soothing his mood.
He stops though the minute he spots the skeleton and watches the dogs attend to their likely master. It doesn't feel like a trap but then nothing did at first. He hadn't expected the fae to be so relentless. He hadn't expected the way back to be a hallway. He hadn't expected his power to fail him...
It takes him a minute more to realize the man might be referring to him, thus allowing him to perceive he was one of the carnival's members... and that he's just been staring at the spot in front of him. I'm sorry. Did I get anyone killed? You look like crap. Which one are you? I'm starving. I'm sorry. Dozens of things to say go through his mind but he doesn't say any of them.
"I should be consoled someone was looking for me but I am not."
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lostchance) wrote2017-10-06 10:01 pm
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Well Times is here, so... come on? Times looks expectant.
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"Alright, lead on then," he says as he fishes his cigarette pack out his back pocket.
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Times let's out a rattling how, and not long after another howl from a few tunnels away responds. It's a good thing this isn't a wolf pack looking for a treat or anything.
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There's a faint noise before he just tosses it aside into this already dump of a place and strikes a match to light it once balanced between his lips. He breathes it in as he listens to the howls echoing off the ambient walls. If this is a trap at least he'll have something to do. "You're not alone."
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Soon he'll find Sans hunched up and sitting on a pile of rubble. It's really hard to say with a skeleton, but he doesn't look very well.
The two dogs come back to him, jumping up and trying to get their snoots in for a pat. Sans absently reaches out to scritch their skulls as he glanced over to Tyki wearily.
"So, there you are."
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He stops though the minute he spots the skeleton and watches the dogs attend to their likely master. It doesn't feel like a trap but then nothing did at first. He hadn't expected the fae to be so relentless. He hadn't expected the way back to be a hallway. He hadn't expected his power to fail him...
It takes him a minute more to realize the man might be referring to him, thus allowing him to perceive he was one of the carnival's members... and that he's just been staring at the spot in front of him. I'm sorry. Did I get anyone killed? You look like crap. Which one are you? I'm starving. I'm sorry. Dozens of things to say go through his mind but he doesn't say any of them.
"I should be consoled someone was looking for me but I am not."