Die Shize

It was fun. I am just struggling with roleplay in general, definitely not just this particular roleplay. Wanted to clarify that up front xD

After careful consideration, I am stepping away from the roleplay, so definitely we can end this one as it stands. All the best to you two!

I am hereby withdrawing from the tournament. I just can’t give this the time and attention it needs. Hope everyone fairs well! Thank you Fierach for your own time and effort and forgive me for any adjustments you may make.

Sure no shields sounds good I still don’t even know who won anyway

edited! I decided to scratch the part about hearing someone coming. That could be a good tie-in for someone else's post before Luke's

agh admittedly I skipped over Valucre notifications apart from the IC thread when I posted just now lol Totally willing to work with whatever you have in mind! You mean this part? Also, reading the OOC, it looks like Luke is coming from behind the Mushroom People, not from behind Kaori and company, so I should probably edit my post anyway.

Ambience [Recurring] Please don’t find me please don’t find me please don’t find me please— Kaori lay on the grossness of the pipe flooring, gazing at a watery grave, praying to the Fates that her enemies would not snatch her by the arms and the legs and then snatch her arms and legs off her body and eat her for elevensies. Just then, something took hold of her and pulled. She squealed just in time to see that it was one person of many people, One Man of Them All, the savior and the hero, the hero-savior, Will Stuck. His innocent, know-no-evil, help-all-women-but-really-just-one countenance cradled in her eyes as she allowed the strong soldier to help her to her feet, and speak four words to her person that sounded like four centuries of would-you-like-some-more-tea? “Oh, Will…” The two weren’t as alone as she might have liked, however. Will turned to face the length of the pipe and Kaori turned with him. The menacing marching band of hwe-hwe-hwe! was right on their heels, even after one of the poor runners had tripped on her toes or something-such, but now the lot of eerie souls were just standing there staring. Beside Kaori, Will introduced himself, and suddenly she recalled the robed man from a moment ago and what she thought had sounded like the words “Mush-robe people”, so maybe he was of their village? His robes do kinda look mushy-mushy, all wet and soggy, and— aaaaghhhh so’s my jacket! “And I’m Kaori!” There was a quiver in her voice as she stood close to Will, ever wary of the weirdos who had been chasing them but seconds ago. She didn’t know if it was scarier that they suddenly stopped or not. Pierre of the Mush-robe People did indeed have a lot of explaining to do if he knew what in thirteen stars from outer space was going on here, but Will had already changed subjects to what the man was wearing. Didn’t seem like the time or place to trade fashion senses but now Kaori was thinking about the sword-thief, Luke, and Will’s (former?) partner. Meanwhile, this mysterious Mr. Pierre was on the verge of a full recovery as he caught his breath and looked pointedly at Will. Kaori listened, noting how he didn't appear to be on quite so favorable terms with the one called Mone. Mone, Mone, it rhymes with stone! Apparently, Pierre was once Mone's apprentice, and was looking for Mone's ring. What a ring would be doing in a sewer system was any woman's guess. How could anyone survive down here for MONTHS? Wait...how long have I been down here? "Have you met anyone else?" She thought about the crowd behind her, about Luke, about herself. "You've been down here for a long time, right?" How long have I been down here? "Looking for a ring?" She stepped forward, toward Pierre, suddenly aware of the cold on her cheeks, as though the void of her memory was crawling along her skin. "Why? Why are you down here? Why are you down here?" She asked Will. "Why am I down here!?" Where is 'here'?

Hmmmmm I'd wager it hasn't been many hours if any, but there were one or two points where time passage was kinda 'loose' so I can see hours But yeah I reckon it hasn't been days yet...but our fearless supernal can confirm

Sorry for uber delays on my part, IC and OOC. Sometimes the holidays come and go. Other times, those holidays turn into other extensions lol I'd like to at least finalize the Khrol-Veron shindig as I thoroughly enjoy the dynamic going on there. Whether that takes till February is however probably unlikely, unless we touch on more afterward. Otherwise, as long as I'm around OOC, Veron is around IC. This whole Skaven thing gave me a lot of inspiration and I'd like to see it through more.

Ambience [Recurring] Kaori frown-hummed at Will’s response about the possibility if not probability of the sword-thief being as dead as a dead man who had drowned and died in a pool of dead goo-water. When he mentioned a gem and a quest, she pondered on ‘gem-quest’, and wondered if he had been referring to the shiny thing she thought she had seen some time ago. Wait, was it even a gem? Maybe it was a ring or a coin or a cookie. Wait… She now found herself pondering on what he meant about a shrunken person not surviving that much water. What do shrunken people have to do with anything? The more she thought, the more Will talked, the more she thought that Will was kind of silly and therefore kind of cute. At last, the sword-thief had a name: Luke. Apparently the two weren’t brothers after all, and she was glad to know that Will also didn’t have a particular fondness for those who stole swords. Just the memory made her hand tighten around the hilt of her own. Who, though, was Mone? As if the crusty ceiling might hold the answer, Kaori watched it as she walked. Mone, Mone, it rhymes with bone! Then, all at once, Will’s own body had halted hers when he stepped in front of her. She was caught off guard and bumped into him. Her first instinct was to give him a great big hug. Her second instinct was to gasp. She did the latter. Splashes up ahead, dancing light and creepers creeping closer. Suddenly, Kaori was glad that her man was using himself as a shield. If nasty monster is hungry, he will eat the manmeat first, and the womanmeat will skip-skip away. The figure that approached was dressed in robes, a bad choice for the sewers because the robes could get soggy and heavy but maybe he was cold. “Run!”, he had said, making Kaori’s eyes flutter as she wondered whether to do just that. Will spoke where she found herself to be speechless, brandishing his stick of truth like the warrior she had always dreamed of. Except not quite because Will just then darted aside and away from the man who ran in robes and, by consequence, Kaori herself. There was no grace to the proximity between the latter two souls. A moment later and the fleeing man bounded into her shoulder and spun her like a top. “Waaaagggghhh!!” Kaori shrieked, almost collapsing to the floor save for the wall that caught her back. Will then had the audacity to speak her name, demand they leave and take off running in the same direction as Robes, as though the two were best friends, and without so much as a hey-look-I’m-sorry. For that, she bit her lower lip like it were made of jelly and swung her toothpick around in his general direction. “YOU DISGRACEFUL SON OF A B—” She cut herself off when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement down the tunnel. About half a dozen dark shapes scurrying her way like rats. What is it!? A stampede of robes!? With a gulp and a gup, Kaori took off running after Will. “WAIT FOR ME, WILL STUCK. PLEASE, I’M ONLY FEMALE!” Onward, Kaori scrambled, her toothpick swaying from side to side in both hands as she ran for her merry life. At one point, she stole a look behind, spotted the advancing shapes, could have sworn that she made out red eyes in the maddened torchlight, and then her whole piped world spun around. Maybe it was her own two feet she had tripped on, congealed goop, a loose screw or a slick surface. Whatever it was, Kaori fell forward, landed on her stomach, and panicked. “Will—HEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP!!!!!”