Post by fieraferella on Jul 30, 2019 14:21:44 GMT -6
She could see them being placed by people- after all, this gaping hole had to be traversed somehow, and she likely wasn't the first to come across it. Still, she supposed it didn't matter ultimately. It was her only way out. She looked around her current room, digging her fingers into crevices in the walls. There was one hanging down just above the door she came in from. She just had to get up there to grab it. She waved her hand at it, but couldn't quite stretch far enough. Sighing, she unzipped her bag and stuffed Malchik in it. "Sorry, buddy." She said, zipping it all the way shut so he could breath. Did he need to breathe? She wasn't sure, but she wasn't about to risk it. At least she knew he wouldn't mind being stuffed in a bag. Then, she crouched down, muscles coiling, ready to jump.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 30, 2019 14:28:11 GMT -6
Thankfully, being part cat had its occasional benefits. In one swift leap, she grabbed the end of the rope with both front paws- er, hands. Scrabbling her feet against the wall, she managed to brace herself against the door frame. "Oh man..." She said, panting from the effort of dragging herself up. "I need to start working out again." Sure, she had been a deadly gang member once...but her specialty was in ranged weaponry. Still, she knew how to put hand over hand to climb a rope, and had soon shimmied herself well above the door. When she was about a foot over it, she heard it groan below. She shoved one hand in a crack between the plank walls and looked down. She saw water seeping from below the doorframe, and heard the wood squealing from the effort. Yikes. She was sure glad she had gotten inside in time.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 19:14:30 GMT -6
Fiera felt something in the planks she had shoved her hand into. She felt a little nervous, suddenly realizing how much space was back here- she could have gotten a hand bitten off! Well, provided there was something hand bitey in here. She hadn't seen much living stuff here, now that she thought of it. Other than that tiny eel she had found when she first came in here, the mansion itself was really the only living thing here. Well, other than herself and her pets, but she wasn't exactly counting them. And Malchik wasn't... what she'd call a living thing anyway. Still, the thing in the wall. She probed it with her fingers. Hard, leathery... she peered into the crack, trying to see, but got nothing. "Screw this..." She muttered, and pulled back, trying to yank off the plank. Her attempt was surprisingly successful- it splintered right off the wall.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 19:50:36 GMT -6
She held it in one hand, looking it over. Like most of the mansion right now, it was just splintering, rotted wood, easily pulled away. Fiera was internally grateful she had chosen to climb the ropes, which were whole and sturdy. Climbing the wall could have caused the rotten planks to fall right off along with Fiera, dropping her into the dank, spiked pit below. That would have been... well, unpleasant to say the least. Deadly to say the worst. No, the ropes were definitely the better option. She peered into the gap again, able to see better this time. "Ooh!" She gasped in surprised. The thing she felt- was a chest! Embedded in the wall somehow. Well, if pirates hid it there, it was certainly a good hiding spot for treasure. She chuckled to herself, and fiddled with the clasp. Thankfully, it was unlocked, and the leather bound chest swung right open.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 20:13:36 GMT -6
Fiera giggled with glee at the contents. Treasure chest indeed- what a find! She stuck her feet into two cracks below the chest and swung closer, heaving her bag into the gap so she could put the contents of the chest away. She drew out the first object- a red jut of coral, with delicate branches. She thought coral was supposed to die when it stopped being in water, but this looked as healthy as anything- even though it was bone dry. She supposed it was just the nature of the mansion that created it. She put it away in her bag carefully, wrapping it in a towel. She didn't need it stabbing anything in her bag- that would be a disaster. She nudged Malchik to the side to make room for it. "Apologies, my friend, but you're taking up valuable real estate right now. Instead of seeming upset however, he just settled in between two tines.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 20:37:51 GMT -6
The second object was even more impressive in Fiera's opinion, however. She closed the chest as she drew it out, clearly in awe. A pristine telescope, black with golden bands. Part of her wondered if it was real gold, but most of her didn't even care. Her homeland was far from the sea- she had never seen anything like this before, except in picture books. She supposed it could be a complete knockoff, cheap and bound to fall apart the second she left the mansion. But something in her told her that wasn't the case- the wood of the main body was carefully glazed and felt sturdy, and the banding was perfectly fitted. The glass on the end had nary a scratch. She put it up to her eye to check, gazing up at an upper floor. Through it, she was able to spy the upper edge of a door.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 20:47:17 GMT -6
Ah, finally! A way out of here! She put the telescope back down, closing it and putting it in the bag. All she had to do now was get up there! She closed the bag again, giving Malchik a pat on the head before she did so, and strung it over her shoulder again. All she needed to do was wake up her instinctual cat climbing abilities and get up there. Easy. It was only like, twenty feet. She pushed off from the wall, swinging toward the middle of the gap. She grabbed a rope there, leading up to the floor above her. So far so good. She released the old rope, scrabbling onto the new one. Shuffling forward, hand over hand, foot over foot, she closed the gap between her and safety. A quick glance down proved that wow she was high up now. Thankfully, it wasn't too long before she reached the safety of the new floor.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 21:07:44 GMT -6
The first thing she saw in the room was another cow shell, which she quickly pocketed. Those were awfully common now weren't they? She wondered if there was anything more to them, or if they were just... well, this place's equivalent to garbage. Though then again, she HAD heard of some people using a wishing well on the mansion's property. She hadn't given it much thought- she wasn't one for luck and superstition- but she did recall them mentioning something about 'gifts' for it, little knick knacks to be used instead of money. She supposed it would be worth checking out, at least. Well. Once it was safe for her to leave. She looked down at the first floor. Water was still gushing from under the front door, but at least it was still holding tight. For now. She supposed she couldn't leave quite yet, then. She'd just have to check out that well later.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 21:11:00 GMT -6
She drew herself back from the edge and the dizzying height. It probably wasn't a good idea to stand so close to the edge on rotting, splintering wood anyway. She'd hate to take a dive into the pit below not because she fell off a rope or the flood got her, but because she had simply stood upon a bad piece of flooring. Turning around however, she found that this room held... a whole lot of nothing. She hadn't been able to see anything but the ceiling and the top of the door from her telescope, but now it was abundantly clear that she wasn't exactly missing much. The room was made entirely out of the damp, warped, blue tinged wood that most of the pit had been made out of, and was illuminated by the sunlight coming through the ceiling above. Other than that however, the room was completely empty.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 21:38:30 GMT -6
There weren't even any light fixtures to brighten the place, and she felt a shiver going down her spine. At night, this room would be completely unnavigable... resulting in whatever poor soul wandered into it plummeting into the pit below. More than ever, she was grateful for the hopeful rays of sunlight filtering down from above. A misstep in a magic mansion sending her falling to her death wasn't on the TOP of her list of 'worst ways I'd like to die', but it was certainly up there. She slumped against a wall though, not ready to move just yet. Frankly she... was still very young, but, you know, she had experience. Climbing up twenty feet of ropes had left her a little winded, and she felt that she was well within her rights to take a break. After all, the sunlight filtering in from above was quite pretty. Might as well enjoy it.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 21:43:44 GMT -6
She stretched her hands above her, and opened her bag. Almost immediately, Malchik tumbled out onto the floor. "Oh, oof. Sorry buddy." She said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I had almost forgotten you were still in there..." Malchik didn't seem too upset, however. Instead, he seemed quite content to bimble around the room, struggling along on his tiny tentacles. Though... perhaps tiny wasn't the right word anymore. In fact, Malchik seemed bigger than when she first got him. She just hadn't noticed until she took the time to stop and look at him like this. Does that mean he was close to growing? She knew that was a thing that elemental golems did, according to her research. Fiera didn't know what it was supposed to look like, however. Was it a gradual thing, or did they just... change forms one day? That would be weird to see- waking up in the morning to find a familiar but different creature in her kennels.
Post by fieraferella on Jul 31, 2019 21:48:29 GMT -6
Well, whatever was going to happen, Malchik seemed to be fine for the time being. A bit more like a canteloupe than a grapefruit like he was before, granted, but still seemed perfectly healthy and active. She watched as he scooted around the floor, just as aimlessly as outside. She'd tell him to come over and stay near her, but it occurred to her that she hadn't actually taught him any tricks. Hm. Well, Fiera supposed that was part of the whole 'not getting attached' thing. She'd just have to keep a close eye on him to make sure he didn't get into trouble- at least he was still at a size that he fit into her bag, albeit with a bit of effort. She'd probably have to start carrying him around as she gathered more things, though. Or find something to make a makeshift leash out of to keep him from wandering off.
Twilight-Claw: If only Voldemort followed this guy's advice, he might have survived then. X3 (18:06)
Nov 17, 2019 6:57:03 GMT -6
Nerius: Awesome! I was kinda concerned there wasn't going to be enough.
Nov 16, 2019 19:35:27 GMT -6
Aster: Nice! I'm glad it got enough people to run ovo
Nov 16, 2019 19:31:34 GMT -6
Jack: Yup, just hadn't sent stuff out just yet, totally forgot...
Nov 16, 2019 19:25:02 GMT -6
Aster: Oh, what's happening with the Petite tournament? Did it get enough entrants to run? :0
Nov 16, 2019 18:25:57 GMT -6
Renathan: (People don't lose levels. The requirement is more of a... 'if you want the benefits of moving up a level' from what I have understood.)
Nov 16, 2019 18:24:07 GMT -6
Riku: (Ooooh...! I didn’t know that. You can’t lose a level, right? If I wanted to just cap out at a certain point, could I simply forget the requirement from then on?)
Nov 16, 2019 18:21:04 GMT -6
Renathan: (We haven't needed to expand that list yet, but I am sure that we can expand the list if needed.)
Nov 16, 2019 18:13:12 GMT -6
Riku: (When an amenity is maxed out, do you have to keep up with the many posts? Or is that just to upgrade further...which you can’t?)
Nov 16, 2019 18:08:18 GMT -6
Nerius: Yeah they grew fast, I joined the site when the lerrel/phil were eggs, and they were already adult. I've never seen the younger stages either.
Nov 16, 2019 17:33:27 GMT -6
Renathan: Yeah, the Inkrum were somebody's custom species. I don't remember who though.
Nov 16, 2019 17:28:54 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I have no idea about that, but I only remember looking at them and kept thinking of Shelby look alike with it when I first saw them. (I think I only ever saw their adult stage back then)
Nov 16, 2019 17:27:27 GMT -6
Nerius: Haha they DO look like those. I.. almost think inkrum were a custom species though, it's been so long, but I swear I remember that being the case.
Nov 16, 2019 17:21:32 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I can't help but keep thinking Spirit might have come up with the Inkrum idea by looking at the Shelby/furbies and thought to add some wings on them. X3
Nov 16, 2019 17:19:44 GMT -6
Nerius: ..I wasn't even sure which pet 'the turtle thing' meant at first. xD Sorry poor little unloved inkrums.
Nov 16, 2019 17:10:47 GMT -6
Nerius: I wouldn't be surprised if some of the old members didn't remember what an inkrum was. xD They died/went extinct super quick, I don't think anyone ever did anything with them, and even I forget they exist most of the time.
Nov 16, 2019 17:06:04 GMT -6
Riku: I thought Delaney was a transfer from an older version of hxr until I saw them refer to inkrum as “That turtle thing”. That’d be like calling a dog “that hairy thing”. Lol I wonder how they found us? It’s exciting!
Nov 16, 2019 17:00:45 GMT -6
Renathan: Huh; looks like 34 ish actual members, give or take a few; and I know for fact only about 12-14 are active at any one time. And some of them haven't been on since the switch. (And some just signed up and never played.)
Nov 16, 2019 16:06:39 GMT -6
Renathan: I'd reckon we have between 15-22 members, I haven't counted in a while. Less than that active.
Nov 16, 2019 16:03:59 GMT -6
Riku: 41 characters so far. How many users is that?
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