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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 26, 2019 9:04:54 GMT -6
Fiera had returned to the mansion, this time with two more elemental golems by her side. However, while Malchik was a wind golem these two, Luverik and Niko, were a fire and water golem respectively. Erm. Or was it water and fire? Fiera honestly couldn't remember which one was which. Due to the nature of elemental golems, they didn't really have much in the way of personality. As a result, they both acted the exact same and despite their opposite colors, were quite easy to mix up. It's not like they did anything distinctive. Instead, they just sort of squirmed around until Fiera got their attention or gave an order, at which point they'd do it, and then go 'neutral' again. They'd carry out the order to the best of their abilities, of course, and were completely loyal, but trying once more with feeling? Impossible. They were pretty much robots. The thought still made Fiera pretty uncomfortable, but she wasn't the one who made them, so there was really nothing she could do. They were just... soulless. Organic in appearance, unlike most lab robots, but soulless in countenance and unemotional in personality. Their purpose was to protect, and nothing more.
Fiera 11 Niko 0.1/0.1 Luverik 0.1/0.1 1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 1, 2019 7:30:33 GMT -6
Another month, another shift of the mansion. Fiera had heard that October was always everyone's favorite month for the mansion, though looking in through the gate, she honestly couldn't see why. The grounds looked decrepit! The trees were mangled husks, the grass was dead, and frankly the mansion itself wasn't much better. It loomed in the darkness, windows yawning wide and empty of glass. The front door hung on its front hinge, as if urging her in.... so it could kill her. She really didn't want to go, but the things she had heard about for this month... well, those couldn't really be resisted. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say. She gave the gate a push... only for it to push back. She sighed and shoved harder, and it finally swung open with a shuddering screech. Well, if the mansion didn't know she was coming, it did now. Fiera 1 Escobar 0.1/0.1 1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 1, 2019 7:35:55 GMT -6
Tucked under one arm was her elemental golem, Escobar. He gazed vacantly at the grounds, and Fiera couldn't help but smile a bit at how well he fit in here. He was one of four elemental golems that she owned as of right now, she knew from its... siblings what to expect by now. Elemental golems were machines in all but body, with no emotions or loyalty to speak of. Well, maybe that last part wasn't quite right. They were entirely loyal, from what Fiera knew, but you didn't have to build it up or earn it. They would follow your every order the minute they 'bonded' with you, to the point of suicide, which was how you got different types of elemental golems. At first Fiera had found the process intensely disturbing, but by now she had made her peace with it as just one of the weird quirks of the labs.
Fiera 2 Escobar 0.2/0,2 2
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 1, 2019 7:45:43 GMT -6
Regardless of her opinions on elemental golems' personalities, Fiera had to admit that it made them quite easy to tote around the labs, especially to places like this. Unlike her cleverer pets, she didn't have to worry about elemental golems knocking anything over or running off on her. You could stick them somewhere and they would stay, sometimes meandering around in a circle or making repetitive motions of the tentacles, but never disobeying an order. It made the...adventures she had to go on in here a lot more bearable. Yes, she always intended for the best, but no matter what Fiera did, she always seemed to get into SOME sort of frustrating situation in here. She hoped that wouldn't be the case this time, but well... it wasn't like she had any wood to knock on. Instead she just kept walking her way down the path, grumbling under her breath.
Fiera 3 Escobar 0.3/0.3 3
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 1, 2019 8:00:24 GMT -6
She stepped on the fallen leaves as they walked with a little childish vigor, but just like everything else here, they seemed to be broken, and didn't crunch under her feet at all. That was disappointing. She kicked them aside instead- at least that was a little more entertaining. As she did, she glanced off the path. The grounds really were dead this time of year. Dhe barely even got to enjoy the pretty part of autumn, and now she was left with the icky dead part before winter covered it all up. The trees were skeletal and spooky, the grass was graying, and were those... tombstones out in the field? Good gracious, the mansion was really getting into the season, wasn't it. She'd call it tacky were it not for the fact that she didn't think the mansion had a sense of what that was. Who built this dang building, anyway?
Fiera 4 Escobar 0.4/0.4 4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 1, 2019 8:05:37 GMT -6
Before she knew it, she was drawing close to the mansion. She gazed up at it, getting a better look while Escobar gently slapped her side with his little tendrils. She had brought a backapck this time as well. It was far more maneuverable than her old duffel bag, if less fashionable. The mansion seemed even taller up close, and Fiera suspected that on some level it was. Magic building, and all that. Still, she refused to be intimidated by a block of moldering wood. Really, did it have any months where she WASN'T bound to get endless splinters from it? The nerve! She huffed, and flipped her gauzey scarf back over her shoulder. It didn't matter if the mansion was emitting horrible, but just barely unplaceable sounds, or if it looked like it was going to collapse by just her looking at it. It would have to try a little harder to scare her.
Fiera 5 Escobar 1.0/1.0 5
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Post by Jack on Oct 1, 2019 8:53:33 GMT -6
You can hear a shakey moaning from.... where is it? You could swear you heard it around here somewhere... You don't even have time to investigate - instead, the very earth beneth your feet crumble, and the rotting grey flesh of those that were once living plunge out of the ground and into the air, sending specks of dirt and clods of withering grass flying as their clawed fingers grab at your legs! Everything around you seems to be screaming, and it will surely take all the courage and strength within' you to break free of this 'garden' of hands!
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 1, 2019 11:55:59 GMT -6
Just as she managed to convince herself that nothing could scare her, something... happened. She felt a slight shift in the ground beneath her, like the earth had suddenly tilted on its axis, only to realize that it was just the patch of ground beneath her. She pricked her ears with suspicion, glancing at the ground, only to flatten them back and hiss loudly at what she saw. Rotting hands, like something right out of a movie- or her nightmares- erupted from the ground beneath her, groping blindly. She yowled and leapt straight up, but one still managed to slap against her ankle. She screeched and kicked at it, only for another one to grab her tail. She screeched, more in surprise than pain as its grip tightened. Escobar, ever useless, flailed his tentacles in the hands' vague direction, but Fiera's grip was so tight that he'd never be able to actually reach them.
Fiera 6 Escobar 1.1/1.1 6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 5, 2019 8:43:21 GMT -6
Fiera screeched, but was only met by the yawning facade of the mansion. Of COURSE nobody else was able to hear her right now. That was just her luck. Though... she supposed it actually WAS lucky right now, all things considered. Getting felt up by zombified hands wasn't exactly a dignified position. Still, she realized that she was starting to sink into the disturbed earth. She had to get out of this, and fast. Fiera glanced around at her options, still clutching Escobar to her body. Unfortunately, all nearby trees were too far away for her to grab. All that was nearby was the looming mansion, of broken glass and gapped floorboards. Wait. That might work, actually. Fiera lunged towards it, as hard as she could, managing to pop a couple of the hands off of her. More kept coming, however- she'd need all of her strength to make this work.
Fiera 7 Escobar 1.2/1.2 7
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 5, 2019 12:48:01 GMT -6
She reached toward the porch of the mansion, stretching as far as her captors would allow. Finally, she managed to jam her fingers in between some gapped floorboards, manicured nails leaving little scratches on the wood. She tossed Escobar up onto the porch with her other arm, and he rolled to a stop at the front door, waving his ‘arms’ awkwardly. She used her freed up hand to pull as hard as she could, feeling the hands groan with strain, trying to pull her back. She refused to let them win. She had nearly died in a million stupid ways before. Death via zombie hands in a magic mansion that shouldn’t even exist? Didn’t even begin to make that list. She refused to let them win if just for the sake of her own dignity rather than anything else. Still, she seemed to be getting some purchase on the planks.
Fiera 8 Escobar 1.3/1.3 8
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 5, 2019 12:58:49 GMT -6
Finally, with an immense heave, she pulled the hands straight out of the ground, ripping off at the wrist or elbow. Most fell to the ground, lifeless, or stayed clutching to her legs in rigor Morris. She screeched again and kicked them off, smashing them to bits on the ground. “Ugh, gross gross GROSS!” She whined. She turned to look back at the patch of dirt they had emerged from. As expected, it was now still and empty. Stupid magic mansion. “Oh, I bet you think I’m real scared now!” She shouted in its general direction. “Oooh, hands! Yeah guess what idiot, I already have two of those. And they’re a lot sharper than those rotted things!” Escobar only looked at her blankly as she ranted before flicking a tentacle against her leg gently. She scooped him up, not ceasing her rant as she marched away from the porch.
Fiera 9 Escobar 1.4/1.4 9
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 5, 2019 15:17:57 GMT -6
The humanish marched toward the front door angrily, practically trying to stomp through the floor. She certainly didn’t want to waste any more time than she already had in the front yard of this dump. What was next, man eating petunias? Ridiculous. Hopefully the inside of the mansion would be more promising today. As usual, she couldn’t help but imagine a date between the eccentric’s mansion and a wrecking ball. She tried to wrench open the door, but it stuck fast. She sighed, and looked to her right. Next to the door was a massive, ornate, if rusted doorbell. “Really?” She muttered, sliding it a glare. With a sigh, she moved over to press it. Sure enough, the moment it rang out with the clattering of iron bells, the door swung open on its own accord. This house was such a drama queen. Not like her at all, Fiera thought.
Fiera 10 Escobar 2.0/2.0 10
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 5, 2019 15:27:19 GMT -6
She stepped into the most...interesting foyer she’d ever seen. A lot of it was like the outer facade of the mansion. Warped wood, dim glass, dark colors, the works. There was a coat rack, some chests, etc. Unfortunately, there was an...element of life to it as well. By which she meant it was filled with horrible taxidermy. Every inch of it was full of animals in various poses, glassy eyes staring out into the distance. Rugs, mounted heads, free standing animals, fur covered furniture, pelts. Any animal product you could imagine. Even the coat rack, she noticed, was made out of some form of galabex antler. That being said however, all of the sculptures were just...slightly wrong. Mouths were opened too wide. Eyes would be pointing in the wrong direction. The torso would be too long or too stocky. The pelt would be worn thin or dirty.
Fiera 11 Escobar 2.1/2.1 11
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 5, 2019 15:36:26 GMT -6
Frankly, they were all creepy as anything. And yet...Fiera felt the need to go through it. Despite the taxidermy on display being of awful quality, Fiera was quite a fan of furs. They were the most luxurious of all fabrics, and if she could find something of good quality in here... well, the mansion was a free for all anyway, wasn’t it? Who would ever miss one malformed animal statue? Or the skin off of it, to be clear. She sidled her way over to one of the rugs, examining it. What kind of animal was this anyway? It reminded her slightly of a PHIL, but with their spiny shells, she couldn’t imagine anyone wanting one of their pelts as a rug. This one though...it’s face looked like a PHIL, posed in a snarl, but the body had no playing, and the tail was either short or nonexistent.
Fiera 12 Escobar 2.2/2.2 12
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 5, 2019 16:50:13 GMT -6
Regardless of what species this actually was, Fiera noted with disappointment that it’s pelt was patchy and worn through in several spots- completely inappropriate for her to take advantage of. She sighed and let it fall back to the floor, it’s stuffed head at an awkward angle. That one might have been a bust, but there were plenty of other spots in the room to check. She set Escobar down, letting him have free reign of the room. She didn’t think the little elemental golem could get into much trouble in this room. He immediately started scoring around in a circle absentmindedly while Fiera moved to a couple of mounts. This one looked like an estharne almost... but it’s fangs were far too short. And where was it’s tail? Did it lose it? The tail was the softest part! What a waste of cat fur!
Fiera 13 Escobar 2.3 13
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