Yang
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Post by Yang on Mar 30, 2022 13:44:40 GMT -6
Something lays undisturbed to the side of the room...
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Post by Èdan on Mar 30, 2022 14:22:12 GMT -6
The figure pauses, staring back at him, scribbled expression fading from jovial to neutral.. Its hand lowers and the laughter ceases. Then, there's a frown, a pout, and the sound of something huffing indignantly. The jelly egg in his hand explodes. Instinctually the knight recoils, but the spray of jelly, juice and comically designed tiny pieces of fruit shower the entire immediate surroundings, far greater than the mass previously contained. The hand that's brought up to shield the face doesn't stop the rest of him from being soaked (And largely isn't very helpful for the helmet either. The only reason he doesn't get stung in the eyes is because the head turned away faster than the splatter).
All around the room, the laughter starts again, but whether because things have taken a turn, or his own perception of such, there's a different tone now. The sound's lost some of its lightness, and instead has more that distinct manner impudence.
. 71 . Irascor: 14 (1/5) March: 31 Faelot CZLgH2qL
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Post by Èdan on Mar 30, 2022 14:38:28 GMT -6
Faex, is the immediate thought that passes through is mind, but there's not much room for further debate. The head snaps back up quickly after to hone in on the drawing on the wall, as the pixie's smile draws ear to ear, but in a manner that's more unsettling than purely playful (Of course, it's still playful, of a sort.. Just more the kind where the fey turn out to be a little less happy-go-lucky than initially advertised, and very much a much more primal force). It raises its hands and additional drawings appear on the wall, each depicting a differently coloured egg floating in the air..
..and a bracelet, that gets pulled into the shell of one. The laughter (More a cackle now) increases and the figure drawing fades out along with the eggs, as if it's chalk that's washed away by sudden rain. And all around him he hears the soft, faint thumps of small things landing on the carpet.
. 72 . Irascor: 14 (2/5) March: 32 Faelot
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Post by Èdan on Mar 30, 2022 14:42:33 GMT -6
When the knight turns around and looks at the surroundings, there's a veritable multitude of various eggs scattered all around the place. Some are in plain view, others make a play for hiding among the swings, the bean bags, climbing rails and blankets. Another set of sounds joins them as suddenly the archway behind has a roar of its own - The manticore reacting to the explosion with an predictable degree of alarm and fury.
But, even as it pushes through those planter boxes with sheer brute strength, it soon enough entangles itself within the hanging vines, as they resist a bit more than the boxes on the ground. Additionally, even as its head manages to reach the archway, it can barely fit through a part of the head, leaving the rest of it very much stuck on the other side. There's a brief shudder through the ground as it roars and tries to push through, but even here there are some physics which just can't be ignored..
. 73 . Irascor: 14 (3/5) March: 33 Faelot
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Post by Èdan on Mar 30, 2022 14:46:51 GMT -6
Its to his great luck that the beast hasn't got itself entirely stuck, merely unable to proceed forward. If it had the inclination to, it looks like it could still back up and out (Though that doesn't solve the little predicament.. It is now at this point that the only way it's getting out of the mansion, period, is if the manor decided to shift with a bit more grace.. or he finds the stolen bracelet).
The pixie spirit might have been annoyed at his refusal of the treat, but this is still very much a game. One where the rules have likely shifted to be a bit more.. broader, but the purpose was made clear - If you want it back (If you want out), participate. No-one's to stand by the wayside, perhaps the beast not withstanding. Beneath the helm, the jaw tightens and there's a deep inhale to signify the knight's reluctant acceptance (And veritable annoyance).
. 74 . Irascor: 14 (4/5) March: 34 Faelot
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Post by Èdan on Mar 30, 2022 14:50:39 GMT -6
Find the egg, find the exit. Simple (Except it never was, when the manor was concerned). The knight leans the glaive up against the chalk-smeared wall and begins pacing through the room. The first egg he picks up from near the swings, and not only does it have a distinct heft to it, it's the same pale grey as one he found before (So, not this one. Although it's best to keep it around in case it is useful). Another one he picks up from one of the beanbags, but no sooner does he raise it up for inspection that the shell briefly shakes by means of a warning, and he's only able to escape the worst of it by reflexively dropping it, as the egg suddenly explodes.
This one looks to have been filled with small button chocolates, much to the fortune of his tabard (Although the juice isn't doing any favours, still).
. 75 . Irascor: 15 (0/5) March: 35 Faelot
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Post by Yang on Mar 30, 2022 23:46:47 GMT -6
Something lays just off to the side, out of the way...
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Post by Èdan on Mar 31, 2022 10:47:35 GMT -6
New methods (New rules). Fortunately for him, the chocolate buttons bounce off the tabard and armor beneath easily enough, leaving little by means of a mark. But it lets him know that jelly explosion wasn't an isolated incident. Suddenly, scanning the room feels a lot less like trying to find the right 'toy' and more like navigating an unexpected and inexplicable mine field.
The curtains of the archway behind him swing and sway, as the beast claws at the small doorway (For all the good it does), only further agitated by the sudden motions and explosions. It might not be the brightest of beasts, but it still look to be able to understand a threat when it sees one, regardless of the size it comes in.
Well then. The helmeted head slowly turns to look around the room. Escape looks to rely on the ability to be bold (And, well, the brave fear not the egg..)
. 76 . Irascor: 15 (1/5) March: 36 Faelot W1FcEqzO
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Post by Èdan on Mar 31, 2022 10:55:25 GMT -6
The search begins, with a sense of resolve and an edge of jumpiness, ready to get out of the way of anything unfortunate. With no preference as to one colour or the other (For the wall drawing's tones were constantly shifting like a kaleidoscope of colour) he nudges the nearest egg hidden beneath a small stool. It rolls and wobbles, before slowly melting apart, showing nothing within. Another sits close to it, dangling in the gap of the wall netting. Picking that one up causes it to crack, but rather than an explosion, there's a flutter instead as a song bird escapes and flies away.
The third one ends up bring a red and white sort, feeling heavy in the hand. It does little else other than merely exist, and the weight feels similar to others, so he pockets it, assuming their purpose to be revealed eventually as well (And if not, then perhaps they can be sold as trinkets).
. 77 . Irascor: 15 (2/5) March: 37 Faelot
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Post by Èdan on Mar 31, 2022 11:00:01 GMT -6
Not far from that is a purple and white one just beneath a see-saw, that looks to match the set. If he ends up finding any more of those, the dimensional pouch could end up being wholly filled long before he's even able to leave. Turning to the climbing poles, there's a few more to be found there. The first one feels oddly light, and when he picks it up, it remains stable. Whatever he expects it to do, it doesn't, though if the bracelet is hidden within, the shell would need to be cracked one way or another.
So he taps it against one of the climbing rails and the shell crackles underneath, sprouting a small piece of ribbon. As the shell falls away, it's released in full, fluttering to the ground in multicoloured hues, while the air around the room cackles again (Whether delight or derision is anyone's guess, and one can't be entirely certain it isn't both).
. 78 . Irascor: 15 (3/5) March: 38 Faelot
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Post by Èdan on Mar 31, 2022 11:04:29 GMT -6
Quite a few of the eggs turn out to not have the advertised contents, as the several that follow are filled with all sorts of objects - seeds, flower petals, coins, pebbles, even a small figurine or two.. but no bracelet. All the while the beast's irritation at being separated looks to wax and vane, depending on how hard it's trying to dig its way through into the room, versus when stands back and paces the previous room (Whatever contents it had there has long since been torn into quite a few pieces or smashes under its weight, not that there's much concern for the manor needing a 'cleaner' once the shift happens).
By and by the eggs are starting to run out, and there's still no 'prize' to be found.. The knight does still find a green-shelled one that has a heft to it and pockets that one, but of the rest, there's largely five left.
. 79 . Irascor: 15 (4/5) March: 39 Faelot
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Post by Èdan on Mar 31, 2022 11:11:06 GMT -6
The first two turn out to be chocolate, much to his continues disappointment, leaving the remaining three - a black one, a gold one, and a crimson one (If fate loved irony, the manor knew it all too well). At first the knight picked up the red one, for the bracelet had been red, but when he brought it closer for inspection, the shell cracked and sudden crimson began to seep out from the fissure, spilling across the glove and the ground as he dropped it. The air smelled like iron.
He flicked the hand off to the side, not entirely unaware of the tone of the message, though somewhat confused at the turn. He picked up the black one, and it isn't even close to him when the shell evaporates into sudden inky darkness, becoming immaterial and thick enough that even his eyes can see through it (More messages).
When it fades, he considers the last one, the golden egg. It is the only one left, the only possible one that might contain the bracelet to free the beast. He picks it up with some hesitation.. And when nothing happens, he brings it closer to himself.
The golden shell shines bright in the sunlight, as if made from gold itself. Briefly, a small red glow looks to be visible within, not unlike the bracelets..
...and then it explodes, in a magnitude of glitter.
. 80 . (added) Irascor: 16 (0/5) March: 40 Faelot
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Post by Yang on Mar 31, 2022 12:52:59 GMT -6
Something lays just off to the side, out of the way...
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Post by Ashe on Mar 31, 2022 14:53:52 GMT -6
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Post by Èdan on Apr 25, 2022 3:19:39 GMT -6
The eyes close in reflex as soon as the explosion happens, head turning away from the hand sharply, but even then it's not quite enough as the particles manage to hit the exposed skin within the visor's opening (Along with much of everything else). It's not painful so much as surprising, though as he slowly opens one eye in the aftermath of the event, the air around him is still filled with slowly floating particles of glittering dust.
Dust which is also now covering most of his left side in a thick layer of small particles. There's an exasperated exhale, which only serves to unsettle the glitter on and around the helm, making a small glitter 'breath' cloud burst forward. But there's also weight in his hand, as it remains outstretched to where the egg had been held. And within the hand, covered more in gold than red, the missing bracelet, at last.
. 81 . Irascor: 16 (1/5) April: 1 Tiken Tekai
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