lostchance | THE BENEATH

THE BENEATH

You probably didn't mean to end up here.

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.

Threaded | Flat

He's thankful all of a sudden as fingerless gloves touch filth at the rough landing. Had he been wearing his best threads or the ones currently being loaned it would've been hard to excuse the smell later on as it soaked through every fine detail of his clothing. When he went through the floor he had expected solid ground or at least the unpleasant misfortune of another hallway.

The smell is staggering and he can taste it in the back of his throat as hands push to lift himself off the floor. His first investigation is straight up where he thinks he came in from. A short rejection of the air under his feet with his power will guide him up there if he's able to use it to touch and feel along the possibly wet ceiling. Already he can hear himself being scolded later on but right now that was the least of his concern and he needs to access how royally screwed he is right now. No matter the way he feels from ceiling to wall to floor his hand won't pass through it and a soft and bitter chuckle issues from his lips.

A quick wipe of his hand on his pants and he's lifting his hand upwards to smooth back his messy hair out of his eyes away from those ridiculous glasses. Forward is his only option right now and he'll take those first steps towards the nearest light source.

It is a shame indeed that the smell is not what phases her after she finally wakes. Her arm, fortunately, is only barely injured-there aren't even holes in the fabric of her sleeve, and the light pricks of blood coming through where the skin broke have since begun to clot. Reira grunts lightly as she sits up-the very absence of the wolves and their upset, not to mention the absence of most anything else, is already helping her pain-bruises from the fall sting just as much as any residual sensations from the cacaphony of anger and fear alike from before (and who Was that person, she thinks, she swore she saw someone in her frightened rush of being dragged away,). She finds herself, in that moment, calling her Daemon.

And the thing-briefly a dire wolf pup, as if she needed such a reminder, stares. They're certainly in trouble now, aren't they, the duo both think as the solid half wobbles to her feet. She shouldn't have caved. Tired or not, scared or not, she shouldn't have, she knew better, and if the halls had people why Wouldn't the stables??

...this is not the time to think about that though, and after stroking her Daemon a few times, taking a deep breath, and regaining her senses, she forces herself to focus. At the very least, she somehow feels more rested than before. Passing out from stress evidently helped more than it should have. Not that she had been sleeping much in the first place, mind.

....Her surroundings, eerily, feel familiar in a superficial sense. A blend of the tunnels and ruins she once trawled in the place of soldiers, 'for their safety', alongside the sewers she had escorted Serena through, before facing the duelists of academia wave after wave. The latter brings a bit of fear to her thoughts-but she quashes it, remembering something important.

Her daemon, briefly, is a down covered 'pigeon'.

"...Julien..!" She gasps, voice somehow only a whispered 'shout'. And immediately she turns, looking to see where the bird is. He had to have landed in here with her...right?

A set of three summoned skeleton hounds begin scouring the tunnels of the underbelly, and they will probably be the first presence anyone notices. Their glowing eyes and magical energies allow them to stick out, and the three of them are able to cover more ground than a single person could.

So, while you're passing time in this shit hole, or maybe looking for others - you might stumble across one of these guys. And where there's skeledogs there's probably a skeleman.

After the hunt occurs up above, the Prince will bestow upon you a gift.

A gift in the form of a slaughtered dragon corpse and a slightly less slaughtered cockatrice corpse. Sadly, there is no context attached to how they got here, but Curse is certain they are former servants. Apparently, they were running around down here before they were taken away for the hunt.

If you want to eat, this is your only chance. It won't last long, and the monsters are out for blood.

After getting caught, Rin and Sora are thrown into the caverns fairly unceremoniously, literally tossed in with nothing but what they had on their person. It's dark and gross, and smells pretty awful, but they weren't hurt, so that's something.

Sora manages to get his bearings, sitting up from the slimy floor, and the first thing he notices while his eyes adjust to the dark is that it's cold. He's freezing, personally, but that might be partially due to the puddle he landed in.

At least he's not alone. Sora scrambles over to where Rin is, nearly tripping on his tail in his haste, and pops down next to him.

"Hey, you okay?"

Threaded | Flat

1st?!?! |D - Night 171

Night 172 | With Julien??? unless that hole separated them lmf...

Night 172 | starting not that long after Julien and Reira arrive!

THE END OF DAY 173

NIGHT 173 | with Rin and Sora