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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Oct 25, 2015 6:43:26 GMT -8
OWEN :
The dark haired woman simply lets out a cry of disappointment at the realisation that your bird has taken off without you. She was so sure that it was definitely worth the shot… “Well…there goes that option,” she mutters mirthlessly at you, holding your hand and heading back down the path that you both came from. “…thanks for going’ along with ma stoopid suggestion anyway, Owen,”
It isn’t long before the two of you are back at the 3-way split in the road. Lenne purses her lips as she looks down at you. “Okay, my turn,” she announces, setting the lantern in her hand down, and spinning it like you would spin a bottle during a game of Spin The Bottle. As the lantern comes to a stop, it’s handle points…straight ahead.
“Straight it is, then!” Lenne declares, refusing to lose steam and pulling you on forward after retrieving her lantern. “…man, I hope Zel’s silver-haired elf-like pretty boy buddy doesn’t mind me doin’ that to his precious lantern…” She remarks to you as she pulls you forward…all the way till you come to a(nother) hole in the hedge before you…
WALTER :
“Wait wha- AAAAAAAAAA!” The little girl lets out a terrified shriek as you pull her through the hedge, trying to save as much of her pink-and-white dress as she possibly can. She doesn’t seem to have the strength to resist you, and thus is pulled through the hedge with you. “Your BEST MATE? Die? DIEEEEE?!?!” She demands with a mildly horrified expression, as if wondering what instigated your morbid train of thought.
As the two of you struggle through the hedge, you successfully emerge through to the other side. You can see another hole in the hedge somewhere in front of you. This must’ve been where the little girl escaped through when she was running from Maxwell’s mad laughter. But before you can proceed forward, the little girl pulls on your arm and nearly bellows into your ear.
“What dying? WHO’S DYING? WHOOOOOOOO?!?!”
STANLEY & MAXWELL :
Defending turn:
STR roll: 4 + 5 = 9
DEX roll: 14 + 4 = 18
Parrying damage: 23 - (9/2 + 6) = 12 HP
Remaing HP: -2 -12 = - 14 HP (at this stage, Death is imminent)
It was over.
It was finally over.
The powerful kick from Stanley just before the masked Hunter fell to the ground had sent the only blood-free article from the man off of his head—the very article that had given him his name. The Man no longer in his Bowler Hat finally falls to the ground, his beast-like grin still firmly etched on his face as he begins to bleed out from his wounds.
“EH͢EH͟EE͠E͢EHE̶E̶EE͡È…̛HEH̛E…̷h̛ehehe…hehehe…” His laughter grows weaker with each hoarse, raspy breath, and his completely uncovered face turns to grin at Maxwell first, then Stanley.
“You….got me….heeeeeheheaaahaha…yougotmeyougotmeyougotme hiiiIIIIIIII....” he wheezes, just loud enough for the both of you to hear, no longer shrieking, although that wheezing kinda sounds like what he sounded like before. His strange, toothy grin fades from its manic look, adopting a more…peaceful, human look? How..strange. “In exchange…I’ll…let you in…on a secret, two-face…”
“…she’s alive. Your feisty…pretty little…bluebird…” His hollow, black eyes stare eerily up at Stanley’s emerald ones, as he releases the blue-and-gold strands that were so firmly gripped in his hand. His strength is slowly leaving him as he struggles to continue speaking. “…but not…for long. Heh…” The crimson seeps across his clothes, dyeing them an elegant shade not unlike the red roses surrounding the trio. “..there is…another…with a bloodlust…stronger than I…here…”
Rose petals scatter to the ground as he coughs violently through his toothy grin, spilling a scarlet fountain into the air. He looks…almost human now. “…you’d better pray…you find your lovely…before…she…does…”
Mustering his final breath and strength, he lifts his left hand towards a falling rose petal, the remaining blue-gold strands in his hands falling silently like oddly coloured threads in the moonlight.
“…always…wondered…what it’s like…for it...to…all...end… Finally….someone…has…helped…me…”
Maxwell’s yoyo strikes him just as his grinning features fade into light, leaving behind only a scythe and blade, rose petals, a blue-gold lock of hair, and his famed bowler hat.
It is said that it is just before death that people experience maximum clarity of thought and revelation. Perhaps there is some truth in this after all...
You may choose to pick up the second-time-dead Hunter’s bowler hat, the only piece from him that did not disappear into light. Picking it up, you will see embroidered in pink and white on the inner rim of the hat, two words—a name, a name that reads “Sebastian Underwood”.
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Post by misterrainbow on Oct 25, 2015 7:41:33 GMT -8
Not a word was spoken during the Bowler Mans final words. Up until the last moments, Maxwell was quiet. A strange and wistful little twitch settling into his smile as he'd snap back his Yo-yo from the glittering ascension. it was such a pretty sight. Retracting the blades to tucked the now innocent looking toy back into his pocket, Maxwell circled the fading lights with a curious giggle. An open hand reaching out to touch the light before it faded completely. How pretty.
When it was gone, he curled back his fingers and he eyed the remaining artifacts of their departed friend. He'd circle them a moment before nudging his toe under the lip of the Bowler cap and kicking it into the air to catch. It was examined closely with an ooh and an awe as Maxwell twirled the cap in his hands, fingering the weathered material and the neatly stitched name tag. why did that name seem so....significant?
"Finders, Keepers~" His smile tightened again as he tipped the Bowler up to cap it on his own head with a pleased little hum. Then turned sharply on Stanley. "That was awful nice of you! Helping that silly man." He tipped his head with a haughty laugh and all but skipped over to loom besides the bleeding, masked man. There was something twisted in his words, but Maxwell was nothing but cheerful and sweet as he extended a hand to Stanley. "Golly, what a mess he's made, tho. Sisi wouldn't approve at all. Ehehe--but that's okay. I wont tell, if you wont~ Maybe after we find your Bluebird, you'll join me for a tea party with my friends! They must have found each other by now. Hmm...wonder if it will take much longer---gosh, I hope not. I've still got three more time zones to hit!"
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Post by luckyrabbit on Oct 25, 2015 7:52:10 GMT -8
Ready to blow through another hedge he found himself yanked back. By now Walter was pretty angry, mostly with himself, though having a little girl go shrieking into his ears did not help at all.
“Did you not pay attention to anything I said?!” He snarled, determined to keep on moving even if he had to forcefully drag the wedding cake all the way to his mad hatter. “He does not sound like that unless something is wrong! Like he's dying!”
Stubbornly he keeps his sight fixed on the next hole, hardly making much progress with the girl hanging on to his arm. “I need to go there and make sure no one killed him!”
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Post by StaG on Oct 25, 2015 8:08:52 GMT -8
Pain. There was only pain, but the other Hunter spoke loudly enough for both Maxwell and Stanley to hear. His words lifted Stanley’s spirits slightly, even.
Zel… was alive? He wasn’t hallucinating, was he? Zel is alive…!
Letting out a low, strangled sound, Stanley undid his jacket, pulling one arm out of the sleeve before ripping the sleeve off of the button-down shirt he wore underneath that. With blood-soaked, gloved hands, he tore that sleeve into two long strips of fabric before forcing himself into a sitting position and bandaging himself the best he could. He definitely needed stitches for the gash to heal faster, but that would have to wait…
The man before him was clearly dying as Stanley was stopping himself from bleeding himself dry. The beastly visage he wore had melted away into that of a serene man’s, one who was satisfied with how things have turned out. One who found peace.
Stanley on the other hand sat there, a wounded animal whose wide, wild eyes watched the light pour out of the man and into the night. An animal whose mind was hardly at peace.
How… rude.
Not only did he harm Zel, but how dare he end this whole fiasco on his terms.
Stanley let out a low whining sound when Maxwell stepped close to him, his body rigid as he gripped his shovel tightly in one hand while the other slipped through the sleeve of his jacket once more. The Medic’s initial intention of taking the hat for himself was long forgotten at this point. Removing the spade from his cane, Stanley shook his head at Maxwell’s extended hand. He didn’t want this person’s hand extended to him. He wanted Zel.
He needed to find her, the one person who could make him feel human.
“Z…Zel…” he whimpered, forcing himself up on his feet and leaning heavily on his cane as he hobbled past Maxwell with ragged breaths.
“Zel…?” he called out softly, as if that was all he was capable of saying. Stepping over the late Sebastian Underwood’s scythe, placing a hand a little too heavily against the hedge and taking one unsteady step after unsteady step, Stanley continued onwards, casting a wary look at Maxwell over his shoulder occasionally. There is no peace for him until he finds his bluebird.
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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Oct 25, 2015 8:57:56 GMT -8
WALTER :
“…….oh.”
There is a dead silence in the air that follows your words, and the little girl stops her shrieking and banshee-like-bellowing, such that the only sounds that you hear are a distant rustling in the bushes to your right. Little do you know that that rustling is actually Sienna trying to fight her way through the very same hedge bushes—you both are actually at the same hedge.
“In that case…” The little girl’s voice is eerily calm as you struggle against her tightening vice grip, your gaze averted from her and your back facing her.
“…t͢h̵er̢e is͞ a̶b́s̡ol͞ut̨eĺy ̶n͜o w̢a̵y̛ I͏ can ̡l̕e͘t y҉ou̶ gơ, ͜then.͝ ̶H͝e̛h͡…h҉eheh̶e̛he̵…”
And before you can reply to that, she pulls out a long, razor sharp concealed blade from one of the layers of her petticoats, completely undetectable from the outside of her frilly, poofy dress, and attempts to slash at you with it!
[ Walter to use the forum dice command [ roll ] without the spaces twice, once + his DEX stat, once + his WIS stat to see if he manages to avoid the attack. If the total of these two scores is more than 10, he manages to avoid the attack! You are advised to wait for the next reply to assess injury damage should his result be less than 10. ]
e.g. on how to roll (using Walter's stats)
Y907XYl2 + DEX of 4 + + WIS of 2 = 16
roll is >10 therefore attack is avoided!
MAXWELL :
Stanley seems to have priorities other than yours and chooses to continue along the path that you two were previously headed on before encountering Sebastian. Do you follow after him? He is injured, though… He might not be able to put up a fight as fierce as the one he did before, should he run into the person Sebastian mentioned...
Or are your friends’ safety of higher priority to you? After all, you have seen how this man handled and took down the beast of a Hunter, even in his injured state… He seems more than capable of being able to handle himself…right...?
The choice is yours.
STANLEY :
As Stanley progresses slowly forward in search of his precious bluebird, he would find the thorny rose hedges thinning, and giving way to the regular leafy brambles like the rest of the maze is made up of. That’s a good thing, it’s much easier to lean your weight against these without hurting yourself. The path you are on curves itself to the left for quite a distance, but as you walk on, an opening on the right soon appears…
And through this opening, if you peek in, you may notice that there is another white ribbon dashed with crimson hanging at the corner of the hedge, fluttering slightly in the gentle breeze. It is as if someone had either left it there intentionally, or had it torn off whilst running through this right turn. It is rather difficult to miss, since the white kinda stands out against the dark green foliage of the hedge, unless Stanley is so unfocused that he doesn’t even notice this…
Does Stanley continue straight, or does he take this right turn in the hedge?·
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Post by StaG on Oct 25, 2015 9:45:26 GMT -8
He was walking far too slowly for his liking. This wound was a hindrance, and while he would be able to fight through sheer determination, he would very much prefer to fight in tip-top shape. But that's fine. The path was decently lit and it was clear, and the bushes being free of brambles allowed him to lean into it when he got tired. The farther he went, the more the adrenaline rush from earlier on wore off, and the more pain Stanley felt.
Where was she? Where was Zel? Why wasn't she here? Did she leave him?
Why would she? How could she?
Don't leave.
Don't ever leave.
Please?
Panting softly, Stanley turned to look at the opening that opened up to his right. The fluttering white ribbon hanging off the hedge made him let out a surprised "Ah!" as he grabbed it, holding it close to his chest and followed the right path without a second thought. Was she here?
"Zel...!" he called out again between his heavy breathing, attempting to pick up the pace, "Don't... Don't go...!" he half-wheezed, frantically looking around for any sign of the human. Nothing yet.
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Post by mrslayton44 on Oct 25, 2015 9:49:02 GMT -8
CON Roll: 3 + 2 = 5
//weeps for Sienna's outfit//
Sienna glanced down one side of the pathway to an unending wall of hedges and then looked to the other side and seen a similar option. She had no idea where they went or how long they were. She could hear Bunny, he was so close. She'd found a hole last time... but if she wanted to take another short cut she'd have to muscle and fight her way through. She had no choice here, the young boy might need help and she couldn't take a long, unknown path. Whipping out her small letter opener she began cutting into some of the outlying branches, just enough to push through, but not without paying for it.
The branches and thorns tore at her dress and exposed skin as she cut, slashed and shoved a way to the other side. Thankfully though she was working at a slow pace to keep from doing too much damage. But that howling scream spurred her on faster. She could hear him, was he trying to come through as well? "Walter, Walter!" She called loudly in a panicked voice as she stopped cutting and just pushed through the hedge, tumbling out and onto the ground, The cuts and scrapes burned as they met the open air., blood trickling from wounds on her head arms and legs as she turned to spot the ghoul-dressed bunny she could only scream at what she was seeing. Some girl had something that looked like a blade in her hand and she did not look friendly. "WALTER RUN!"
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Post by luckyrabbit on Oct 25, 2015 10:05:33 GMT -8
The rustling caught his attention, momentarily stopping him from pulling at the girl. Crashing through the hedge all of a sudden was Sisi. Her dress was ripped and she had a letter opener in her hand.
OUCH. The little girl was stronger than she had let on to. What was going on? The little girl's voice went all creepy, like some sick twisted monster.
Sisi yelled. He had never hear her do that before. It was freaking him out and made an attempt on getting away from whatever that pink frilly nightmare sounding thing was.
mzLroJPK + DEX 4 + + WIS 2
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Post by quinnquinn on Oct 25, 2015 13:13:51 GMT -8
He shrugged casually at her response. It wasn't a huge loss anyway. He could easily call for another bird, given they'd listen to him this time..
The three way fork seemed like a game to her. Really, it didn't matter how it ended. It was likely they'd get even more lost anyway. He let Lenne do her thing and headed in the direction of her lantern.
"What's his name?" Owen asks, looking at the hole through the hedge, slowly walking towards it.
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Post by misterrainbow on Oct 25, 2015 16:16:38 GMT -8
When his hand was ignored, Maxwell looked at it curiously and turned it over to inspect himself. Was he dirty? Or Maybe his hand smelled funny? He gave his palm a tentative sniff and wrinkled his nose. Phew--nothing outstandingly vile. He gave it a lick. Nope! He tasted delicious.
Shrugging indifferently, he skipped over to his Top hat and snatched it up from the ground. All his candy seemed in tact--save a particular wad of gum he seemed to have swallowed in the scuffle. Whoops--Maybe he’d fart bubbles later. Wouldn’t that be nifty! On the other hand, what he’d come to do was done and finished. The Bowler hat man was put out of the way. His Race could continue! Though he’d eye Stanley as the man hobbled away.
Mister Mask was walking rather oddly. It looked kind of funny. Hatter locked his knees and marched stiffly after the man a few strides, humming softly as he stalked the injured hunter with a curious hum. But as Stanley occasionally looked back at Maxwell, Maxwell occasionally looked back as well. Back the way he’d come from before.
He didn’t see anything back behind them besides the begotten weapons of dear Underwood. Did Stanley want him to grab those? Or Maybe he was looking for Zel? Looking for Zel like Maxwell had been looking for Bunny before. Well, he wasn’t going to get very far looking the way he did now. Maybe he should help him find the lost little bluebird? Or Maybe he should go back and find Bunny….
The hatter did trust Alice to take care of the little ghoulish Bunny. If she found him, that is. Goodness, if she found him at all, it’d be a race of Two to one. That wasn’t fair at all! Mister Mask didn’t look like much of a racing partner though. He was so slow. Hatter could prance circles all around him at this pace.
“Hmmmmm…..Do I stay or do I go~”, the hatter sang to himself, giving his Top hat a little shuffle. Sticking his hand inside, he blindly picked a single candy. If it was an assorted candy, He’d go back. It was was a lollipop, He’d /stick/ with Mister Mask.
Holding what appeared to be a piece of chocolate saltwater taffy, Maxwell gave a gleeful hum and popped the candy, wrapper and all, into his mouth. “Good luck, Mister Mask. It's better we part ways for the Bluebirds sake. I have Bunny’s to catch!” As he turned away, He popped his top hat over the Bowler on his head and frolicked back the way from whence he’d come. Sing-song calling “Maaaaaarcooooo” As he went. And as he passed the abandoned scythe and dagger belonging to Underwood, Maxwell dipped to pick them up and drag the weapons along behind him. “Finders, keepers~”
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Post by NIKKANIKKANIKKA on Oct 25, 2015 17:44:17 GMT -8
SIENNA & WALTER :
Thanks to Walter’s quick instincts and alertness, he manages to jerk away just in time after hearing Sienna’s warning, so that the blade narrowly misses tearing at his skin, leaving him unharmed. “ Tch,” The little girl clicks her tongue in frustration, flicking her head in Sienna’s direction and narrowing her eyes dangerously at the ruffled-up maid for her interruption. She deftly flicks her knife upwards to rest against Walter’s neck, threatening both him and Sienna. “ D͟on’t̢. M̸ove.” She warns, glaring at Walter, and then at Sienna. She tilts her head curiously at Walter as she smiles gently at him, pressing her blade firmly against his neck, but not hard enough to cut him. However, if Walter tries to struggle free, it might result in him getting cut, or hurt… “They can see us. The̡y’̕re ͟n͢ot̸ ͠sup̷po͞se̷d to͟ see̸ u͜s…” She suddenly begins to sniffle, and sob a little, as tears form at the corners of her eyes. “I am very lost…I swear...I swear I was almost out...I...must've made a wrong turn somewhere…” She suddenly grips tightly to Walter, and looks at him with a saddened, grim expression. “But you…you look like a beacon…of hope…Bastian…” She turns her head slowly to gaze at Sienna from a distance. “‘How can that be your best mate?’, they told me… How can that be…” Tears are running silently down her face as she continues to hold the blade to Walter’s neck, her blue-grey eyes full of pained sorrow. “Your best mate? Die? …my best mate… dęa̸d͝…?” A single sob escapes her as she falls silent for awhile, before speaking in her girlish, but unnaturally calm, cold voice. “I’m not looking for the exit.” “ Dęad͡ e͝ńd͟d͟d҉d̵d͟d̷d̴.” What do Sienna and Walter do? The girl seems to be relatively still and deathly calm now, but at any moment she has the power to potentially hurt Walter pretty badly… Do you two try to talk her out of it to understand what is going on? Or fight her head on? She’s just a little girl, after all, right? A little girl with at least one…really long…and really sharp knife…
OWEN :
“It’s either… Ben…or… Vann…I dunno, really,” Lenne shrugs at you, her brows knotted in a clear look of frustration. “The dude spoke it so fast, how was I supposed to catch that? Honestly…what a strange, silver-haired red-eyed elf-boy…with a long-ass weird ancient Celtic name…” She shook her head, grunting in protest. Zel and her choice of friends, honestly… All of a sudden, you hear a shout from ahead of you — it’s the voice of a girl, and it seems to be telling someone else to RUN. Lenne tenses up and looks down at you with widened eyes, muttering a quick “Come on!” before running ahead… …till the two of you come to a fork in the road. “Oh crap crap crap crap which way?!” She says in a slightly panic-stricken voice. She seems to be afraid that Mr. Bowler Hat has gotten to yet another Spiritually Aware Human target before she could get to him. She looks down at you to help her make an important choice. “Which way, Owen?” [ In truth, both paths will lead to where Walter, Sienna and the little girl are right now. However, one path will take longer than the other… The hedge is far too thick on this end for the both of you to cut through without a knife the size of the little girl’s, so you will have to make your way around the hedge instead. ]
[ OWEN to do a d20 dice roll on an external site + WIS Stat to determine whether he and Lenne take the longer, or the shorter route. If Owen rolls 13 and above, the two will take the path to the left, but if the roll is below 13, the two will take the path to the right. Roll away! ]
MAXWELL :
Through a candy-made choice, you have decided not to follow the injured, limping Stanley through the maze and instead have turned around and have begun walking in the opposite direction from the injured, masked Hunter. Along the way, you retrieve more spoils from your combined victory. The scythe is too heavy for you to lift, and do you will have to drag it behind you. The dagger, however, is light enough to be carried by you. Perhaps it will come in useful later… As you walk along the rose-hedged path, you come to the fork where you split ways with Sienna earlier. Do you take the same route as you instructed her to do so? Or do you continue back along the rose hedged path where you first met the pale Apprentice boy?
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Post by bloobubblegumunkey on Oct 25, 2015 18:03:23 GMT -8
STANLEY :
That voice…there it was again. Closer than ever this time! This time, it definitely wasn’t a hallucination—all those cries from before, that familiar voice calling her name…it wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t an illusion…
…he was here. He really was here.
“…Doc? DOC, IS THAT YA???!?!”
The electric-blue-haired girl stopped in her tracks, bellowing loudly against all her instincts that told her not to—what if the Man in the Bowler Hat heard her? She had run into a…miracle to have escaped him earlier. Could she count on being so lucky again…?
Ah, to heck with it if Mr. Bowler Hat heard her, her poor Doc sounded like an exasperated, whimpering puppy calling out for her, she needed to get to him, fast! “Argh FISHSTICKS!!!” She had run into another dead end in her frenzy to get from the centre of the maze to where she had heard that faint voice calling her name from…telling her not to go…
“…ya idiot…who ever said I was goin’ anywhere…” She growled to herself through gritted teeth, pounding twice on the hedge blocking her way to release her frustration before running down another path that would lead her closer to where she had heard the voice calling her name.
“Doc! Doc! Where are ya?! Gimme a sign or sum’n!!!”
[ Stanley and Zel are now about 4 hedges apart and can hear each others’ voices if they are yelling. ]
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Post by quinnquinn on Oct 25, 2015 18:15:06 GMT -8
Owen thought little of the names, till the description of the threadless in question came to light. "F-Fran?" he wondered. Though yes, one of his many other names included Ben or something, didn't it? And silver hair with red eyes was hard to forget. "She knows Fran?" Everyone knew Fran. Though somehow for him it was surprising that humans knew him too.
He too seized up at the sudden shout, and ran with her towards the fork in the road. He had no idea who it belonged to, and that worried him. Did the Bowler Hat hurt someone else? And he wouldn't know whether it was a threadless or not till they got there. There was simply not enough time to get there, perhaps... Owen felt a little worried and pressured to make the right choice now, glancing back at Lenne with slightly furrowed brows, the most expressive he'd been all evening.
WIS ROLL: 19+5 = 24
"...Left..." he said somewhat hesitantly, yet feeling instinctively this was the way to go. "Left..!" he said again, as if to confirm it for himself. Tugging on her arm, he pulled her towards the left fork and stumbled into a run.
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Post by StaG on Oct 25, 2015 18:19:36 GMT -8
It really was her.
Hobbling along the hedges, Stan groaned at the pain that urged him to stop as he followed the sound of Zel's voice. A few times, he stopped and tried to pass through the hedges, but they were too dense and he didn't have the patience to hack through them.
Desperately, he continued following the curves and turns of the hedges, searching frantically for the owner of the voice yelling at him. She wanted a sign from him.
What does he say? How loudly?
Stanley had no idea.
So he just let out a pained wail, unable to find the words to say anything particularly human. They were so close.
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Post by mrslayton44 on Oct 25, 2015 18:35:49 GMT -8
Walter didn't escape completely and the blade had missed him thankfully. But now she had taken him hostage. pressing her blade to his neck and muttering things to herself in what sounded like two distinct voices. This was not a good situation at all. She couldn't move. Locking eyes with the child she stayed where she was, hoping her usually meek stature and appearance would make her look less threatening and keep her calm.
"You... lost your friend?" She asked looking unsure of what the girl was talking about but she gestured to Walter. "T-this is my friend. Please let him go. Let us try to help you." She offered softly. "Please, you can hold me hostage instead if you want, he's just a boy." Her brow was furrowed in concern and distress as she looked from one to the other her voice growing quieter as she continued. "Please, just don't hurt him."
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