Rro opened the door to the fourth floor and found most of the guards dead with the rest tied up in chains. The fifth floor was no trouble really, it was all just glass cases filled with testing experiments of all shapes and sizes. But now before them were a bunch of sweaty prisoners and standing before them all was Ramsley York, the Rogue Prince. "These friends of yours Clove..." Rro closed the door behind Iveth/Clove and Tiberius, the prisoners cheered as the group entered the room with the keys. They didn't know yet that the Rro only had the key to get from the third to the second level floor left. "How are we going to open up the next level? I don't have the key for this door and it's not like we can go back up..." He was whispering a bit loudly so that Clove could hear him over the sounds of fire crackling.
Strange enough there was a large pile of sand moving around beneath their feet, looking down Rogers eyes widened, "It's Cleo Patrick!!!" Tackling Clove out of the pile of sand right before it turned into jetting spikes. Unfortunately the giant bunny was cut deeply but not fatally, 'I did not follow you all the way up here so that you could lead me to a dead end Sea Ghost!' She hated Iveth, but hated being trapped in Atlantis 9 even more, she had stealthfully followed close behind in her classic sand form as they made their way upward. 'You can not kill me!' she shouted to the prisoners as he size grew larger and larger in the shape of a giant sand blob, 'you can't cut sand, so how could you possibly kill it!!!'
Strange enough there was a large pile of sand moving around beneath their feet, looking down Rogers eyes widened, "It's Cleo Patrick!!!" Tackling Clove out of the pile of sand right before it turned into jetting spikes. Unfortunately the giant bunny was cut deeply but not fatally, 'I did not follow you all the way up here so that you could lead me to a dead end Sea Ghost!' She hated Iveth, but hated being trapped in Atlantis 9 even more, she had stealthfully followed close behind in her classic sand form as they made their way upward. 'You can not kill me!' she shouted to the prisoners as he size grew larger and larger in the shape of a giant sand blob, 'you can't cut sand, so how could you possibly kill it!!!'
"RARGH! What the heck is this creature!?" Tiberius roared as he was slashed in the leg. He quickly went to one of the dead guards and tore off his clothes, then wrapped the clothes around his wound to slow the bleeding. He then charged after Cleo Patrick and started to punch and slash at her. ...He wasn't getting anywhere with his attacks, as he was basically just punching sand. "Ugh! I need to find the guy sending me letters!" Tiberius shouted. "Why do you have to get in our way when all we want is our freedom?" Tiberius didn't know that his pen pal was already in the room. He had never actually saw him before.
Clove spent very little time taking in their surroundings and instead devoted her attention the the blood caked on her upper body. She'd picked out whatever chunks of Davey that was left in her hair, grimacing at the sticky and repulsive texture underneath her fingers. Luckily, none of it managed to get in her mouth, but the blood was so prominent in the blast that it made her shirt cling to her skin. If she said anything during the walkthrough from the sixth floor to the fourth it would be audible curses towards everyone who was involved in this troublesome prison break: Davey, Rro, Rams, the guards, Org3.. She did mention Rro, didn't she? Allies or no it hardly mattered as she was highly agitated with anything affiliated with Atlantis 9. She couldn't even breathe without getting a whiff of shark. Disgusting...
Sweltering heat welcomed Iveth back to the fourth floor and with it was Ramsley accompanied by a few guards bound in chains. So he had done his part. "That's a bit too intimate. They're allies. At least he is," she gestured to the Rouge Prince. Her eyes raked over the bunch of prisoners that celebrated upon their arrival. Unbeknownst to them she nor anyone in her little group had the key to the third floor, and Rro affirmed that. There were no arising ideas, and she frowned. How were they going to get to the next floor? How were they going to get to the next floor in time was the real question. Org3 could be steadily making its way up..
Iveth had hardly the time to process the name before she was abruptly tackled into the shins of a couple prisoners. An immediate scowl came upon her features and she was prepared to bark at Rogers, however a screeching, ear-wrenching voice drove Iveth deep in her memories to find who it belonged to. Her eyes shot up to the emerging sand figure as she brought herself back to her feet. That voice belonged to none other than Cleo. Iveth returned the sand woman's hate, but she was irked more so. She was a boastful thing. Yes, Cleo was powerful but dear God could she be any more shallow? Iveth supposed she should be thankful at the very least. She'd soon be obtaining a new shot glass after all. "If only I knew Cleo" Iveth retorted smugly, pumping discharge into her arms, "If only I knew.."
Sweltering heat welcomed Iveth back to the fourth floor and with it was Ramsley accompanied by a few guards bound in chains. So he had done his part. "That's a bit too intimate. They're allies. At least he is," she gestured to the Rouge Prince. Her eyes raked over the bunch of prisoners that celebrated upon their arrival. Unbeknownst to them she nor anyone in her little group had the key to the third floor, and Rro affirmed that. There were no arising ideas, and she frowned. How were they going to get to the next floor? How were they going to get to the next floor in time was the real question. Org3 could be steadily making its way up..
Iveth had hardly the time to process the name before she was abruptly tackled into the shins of a couple prisoners. An immediate scowl came upon her features and she was prepared to bark at Rogers, however a screeching, ear-wrenching voice drove Iveth deep in her memories to find who it belonged to. Her eyes shot up to the emerging sand figure as she brought herself back to her feet. That voice belonged to none other than Cleo. Iveth returned the sand woman's hate, but she was irked more so. She was a boastful thing. Yes, Cleo was powerful but dear God could she be any more shallow? Iveth supposed she should be thankful at the very least. She'd soon be obtaining a new shot glass after all. "If only I knew Cleo" Iveth retorted smugly, pumping discharge into her arms, "If only I knew.."
Rogers had heard rumors of how Clove the Sea Ghost had beaten Cleo the first time. Get the woman wet and her powers won't work, burn her in the fires bellow and she will never both anyone again. "Turn her to glass!!!" Luckily all the guards had shovels and began vigorously scouping piles of Captain Patrick's sand into the fires bellow. "Let her BURN like the witch she is!!!" Men with shovels worked furiously for their freedom. But as Rro, Ramsley, and Iveth fought desperately along side the prisoners, a loud banging echoed on the door. OGR3 had once again caught up, "If he gets through we are doomed Bunny Man!!!" Rro said, he grabbed a shovel and began to walk towards the sand demon. It was odd that Rams didn't even notice Tiberious even though they had been writing for a couple months now. Rro stopped I front of the men fighting Cleo, "Tibs, this fight is your redemption!" And with that the battle begun!!!
While Cleo's voice would often be craggy and displeasing to the ear, her screams and shrieks couldn't have sounded more harmonious as quantities of her body were being shoveled away. Clove never cared much for Cleo, dead or alive; the bottom line was that she frankly did not care what became of Patrick, but on the day of this great escape the best thing Cleo could be is dead. Surely, she wouldn't have a problem following Davy to the next life.
With Cleo still managing to evade shovels with her constant shifting Clove, who heeded the pounding on the door, knew they'd have to bring this to a close. Discharge in her arms had promptly become so bright that everything else seemed dark, and both think and thin tendrils of lighting began to penetrate Patrick's incoherent body, most likely burning the woman to glass immediately. It lasted no more than a moment and if she'd done it all efficiently then what was left of Cleo would stand as an exquisite glass sculpture.
Her hard and weary gaze was brought back to Rro. It wasn't surprising that he was using Tiberius to stall- or better yet- die for them. She hated the idea, but what other choice did they have? Perhaps there were more options. She ambled over to Rams, her voice low enough to only be hard between the two she didn't want the entire room to go up in panic because they didn't have the key. "We didn't come with a key to the next floor, and unless you know anything else that could get us out then we might have to put up with Or-" It was late notice as the machine had already burst through the door.
With Cleo still managing to evade shovels with her constant shifting Clove, who heeded the pounding on the door, knew they'd have to bring this to a close. Discharge in her arms had promptly become so bright that everything else seemed dark, and both think and thin tendrils of lighting began to penetrate Patrick's incoherent body, most likely burning the woman to glass immediately. It lasted no more than a moment and if she'd done it all efficiently then what was left of Cleo would stand as an exquisite glass sculpture.
Her hard and weary gaze was brought back to Rro. It wasn't surprising that he was using Tiberius to stall- or better yet- die for them. She hated the idea, but what other choice did they have? Perhaps there were more options. She ambled over to Rams, her voice low enough to only be hard between the two she didn't want the entire room to go up in panic because they didn't have the key. "We didn't come with a key to the next floor, and unless you know anything else that could get us out then we might have to put up with Or-" It was late notice as the machine had already burst through the door.
Clove was talking to him, he stopped shoveling for a moment and looked at the door, "no key...?" He had not been informed that Rro only had the key from the third to the second floor and not the key from the fourth to the third. "I... I have no idea..." Cleo had been burst back only a few moments ago by the electrical blast. Regrouping she fired Sand spears at the group one nailed Rams in the stomach! "AHHRRRGGHHH!!!!!" The boy fell backwards off the edge of the platform grabbing a hot piece of metal just bellow the scent of melting flesh filled the space. "MY HAND!!!!!" Rams screamed, blood dropped down into the fires bellow, "help me someone!!!" But it was too late, unable to hold on to the burning hot metal any longer York dropped into the flames filled with coal and glass. Strange enough however Cleo Screamed out at the same time, the men and women of the fourth hell had shoveled enough sand away to throw her off balence!
"ONE MORE ZAP! ONE MORE ZAP!!" They chanted, "ONE MORE ZAP!!! ONE MORE ZAP!!!!"
"ONE MORE ZAP! ONE MORE ZAP!!" They chanted, "ONE MORE ZAP!!! ONE MORE ZAP!!!!"
Tiberius went to the door to stop OGR3 from getting through. "Alright, loser! You want a piece of... huh?" Before he had come close, Tiberius watched Ramsley fall into a fiery pit to his death. Tiberius didn't know it, but Ramsley was his penpal, the one who had been talking to him all this time. Even though he didn't know who he was, his death gave Tiberius some fighting spirit to face OGR3. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!"
Under their feet glass was forming to the shape of the floor, this gave Rro an idea! "Send her into the blaze!!!" Rro scooped up a shovel full of dirt and ran towards the upward door leaving a small trail as he went. It was turning to glass bit by bit and Rro figured that if he poured the sand into the key hole as just the right moment as the heat despensed through her "body" the sand would turn into a glass key and unlock the door! "This is such a dumb plan," Rro laughed pouring sand into the keyhole!
Ogr3 let out a roar as he burst through the door! The metal piece flew across the room knocking many inmates into the flames before the door finally settled and came to a stop. landing a punch on the giant bunny Org3 was vastly mightier then the rabbit man, but maybe if Cotton tail could throw the metal warden off balance he could trip him up and the Iron giant may fall to his doom into the flames. This fight would be the end of many, but how many exactly? That was still to be determined.
The key turned to glass opening the door as an explosion consumed the floor bellow Iveth, Cotton tail, and Ogr3 collapsed dropping them all into the flames bellow. Ogr3 was destroyed upon impact into the flames and the rest of the inmates died, consumed by flames. Rro closed the door and vanished as it locked behind him sealing everyone down in the hell bellow. What would he find as he ventured upward? Only destiny knew...
As the Cannonball Jack sailed towards Bone Eatter Isle the crew could hear the wailing of souls in the water beneath the ship. Clouds grew darker as Sam the Sea Wraith became almost translucent. "It seems Relicos is calling me back, I must have more visitors to deal with... Skyra, guide them from here." The ship washed up on the sandy island as the former Admiral vanished to meet with the newly arrived Clove and other inmates. "Call me back to invite Clove to live once more? She is a beautiful thing and if Rro is gonna take down Black Beard he will need all the help he can get... Maybe even the doctor?"
Her eyes tore from the door as a spear whizzed past her surprisingly not through her , impaling Rams in his stomach and it pulled him over the edge of the platform. Her response was lagging, but she thrust forward with the intent to catch him, dropping to her knees in haste. Once he disappeared under the platform she presumed that was the end of it- well, the end of him. They'd have to carry on without him, however, his near voice below didn't go unnoticed. She peered over the edge only to find him hanging on despite how painful it was to do so. His hand was literally sizzling against the scalding metal and her arm shot down to grab his wrist, but by then he'd already given in. Having not been quick enough, her fingers merely grazed the tip of his before he perished in the fire. That was a shame. And not in a sardonic manner either.
It took a moment for her focus to return to the current dilemma, nonetheless she glanced to Rro who filled the keyhole with sand. Perhaps it looked to be a dumb plan, but that would work. "Don't turn it too fast or it'll break," she advised, rising to her feet and making her way over.
It happened so suddenly that she couldn't even process it. There was no longer ground under her feet and her skin was enveloped in an intense burning, but was the fall that made it all ao brief. From there it was quiet- in fact it was too quiet. This certainly couldn't be what death felt like, but what she concerned her more was where she was.
It took a moment for her focus to return to the current dilemma, nonetheless she glanced to Rro who filled the keyhole with sand. Perhaps it looked to be a dumb plan, but that would work. "Don't turn it too fast or it'll break," she advised, rising to her feet and making her way over.
It happened so suddenly that she couldn't even process it. There was no longer ground under her feet and her skin was enveloped in an intense burning, but was the fall that made it all ao brief. From there it was quiet- in fact it was too quiet. This certainly couldn't be what death felt like, but what she concerned her more was where she was.
Tiberius was firing punches at OGR3. He managed to get some good damage, but with a hamstrung leg, he was at a disadvantage. Eventually, OGR3 started to overpower him and it looked like it would be the end for him. But he saw Rro was doing something, and Tiberius could not tell what as he continued to fight OGR3. Suddenly, the floor gave way under Clove and Tiberius' feet. Tiberius saw OGR3 was about to go for Rro, and knew he had to stop him. Without much strength left in his legs, Tiberius could not save himself, so he tried to take OGR3 with him.
Tiberus grabbed OGR3 and pulled him down, hoping to throw him into the blaze with him. Tiberius pulled with all his might, and just managed to bring OGR3 to the edge. "Human!" Tiberius shouted as he was clinging to OGR3. "You gave my life purpose! I will return this favor to save you with my last minutes on this planet. I hope the world will forgive me for all I've done when I do this." Eventually, Tiberius pulled OGR3 over, and like Clove and his penpal, they both fell to their deaths in the fiery blaze. In a way, this battle was beyond bitter-sweet.
Tiberus grabbed OGR3 and pulled him down, hoping to throw him into the blaze with him. Tiberius pulled with all his might, and just managed to bring OGR3 to the edge. "Human!" Tiberius shouted as he was clinging to OGR3. "You gave my life purpose! I will return this favor to save you with my last minutes on this planet. I hope the world will forgive me for all I've done when I do this." Eventually, Tiberius pulled OGR3 over, and like Clove and his penpal, they both fell to their deaths in the fiery blaze. In a way, this battle was beyond bitter-sweet.
Back in the After Isles the Bone Eatter was engaged in heated battle with the skeleton crew. White fire sprayed from the dragons jaws and it screeched loudly. As Henry burned up in the flames, Icias tried to flank the bone dragon beast but a quick whip of his tail shattered the Bear Bones like glass, "AHHHHHHHHRRR!!!" It didn't really hurt but the thought of it possibly hurting scared Icias. Pieces of the Bearon scattered across the area as the bear skull frowned, "damn... Looks like I'm not coming back to life..."
Hiro hopped down off of the side of the ship and instinctively began attempting to stretch his muscles. It took him a while to remember that, in this place, he didn't have any.
This turn of events scared him for a new reason. Yes, he could move his body, but being only a skeleton, was he as powerful as he was before? He really shouldn't be able to move at this point, but he could. What did this mean for the battle ahead.
"I need to test new body," said Hiro to the others. "Before we fight, I need to see how strong I am. I need big rock to break."
This turn of events scared him for a new reason. Yes, he could move his body, but being only a skeleton, was he as powerful as he was before? He really shouldn't be able to move at this point, but he could. What did this mean for the battle ahead.
"I need to test new body," said Hiro to the others. "Before we fight, I need to see how strong I am. I need big rock to break."
Ortho started to pace about frantically. What was going on in his brain right now was a crash of unpleasant thoughts that didn't bode well. Considering he had to face an undead dragon lord, Ortho was kind of scared.
"I cannot do it," Ortho muttered to himself. "How am I supposed to help? I don't have any combat training. I'm just a doctor. How am I supposed to fight him."
While he was pacing about, fellow Scrauser Skyra decided to walk up to him and ask about his problems. Skyra seemed a bit concerned for Ortho at this point.
"I take it you have cold fingers right now," Skyra said.
"Okay... maybe I'm a bit nervous," Ortho admitted.
"Just use everything you know about fighting," Skyra said. "You're already dead, so the bone dragon cannot kill you again. ...Can he? I'm not sure."
"I know nothing about fighting, however," Ortho responded. "I don't have a chance."
"*Sigh* listen, it's obvious you know something or other," Skyra said. "You do have magical capabilities, do you not?"
"I... I don't think so," Ortho said.
"Then how did you affix my far-sighted X-Ray eyes?" Skyra asked.
"Ah, yes it's been a while, has it not?" Ortho asked. "If I recall... ummm... I don't recall."
"Now that I think about it, you had a different staff before," Skyra mentioned.
"I've had many staffs over the years," Ortho responded. "I never particularly cared for the one I have now."
"What if... you DO have magical capabilities, and you just don't know it?" Skyra said. "Scrauser are said to be more adept at magic than humans."
"That's a lie," Ortho responded. "Even among us, magic is very rare."
"Maybe... maybe you are one of those lucky stars," Skyra said. "The way you fixed my eyes... it could only have been done by a source of magic."
"Well... I'll see if I can remember something," Ortho responded. "Wish me luck, patient."
He was still unsure of himself. If he did use magic, then he didn't remember a single spell. But he would try his best to recognize anything he could in order to help him fight the Bone Dragon.
"I cannot do it," Ortho muttered to himself. "How am I supposed to help? I don't have any combat training. I'm just a doctor. How am I supposed to fight him."
While he was pacing about, fellow Scrauser Skyra decided to walk up to him and ask about his problems. Skyra seemed a bit concerned for Ortho at this point.
"I take it you have cold fingers right now," Skyra said.
"Okay... maybe I'm a bit nervous," Ortho admitted.
"Just use everything you know about fighting," Skyra said. "You're already dead, so the bone dragon cannot kill you again. ...Can he? I'm not sure."
"I know nothing about fighting, however," Ortho responded. "I don't have a chance."
"*Sigh* listen, it's obvious you know something or other," Skyra said. "You do have magical capabilities, do you not?"
"I... I don't think so," Ortho said.
"Then how did you affix my far-sighted X-Ray eyes?" Skyra asked.
"Ah, yes it's been a while, has it not?" Ortho asked. "If I recall... ummm... I don't recall."
"Now that I think about it, you had a different staff before," Skyra mentioned.
"I've had many staffs over the years," Ortho responded. "I never particularly cared for the one I have now."
"What if... you DO have magical capabilities, and you just don't know it?" Skyra said. "Scrauser are said to be more adept at magic than humans."
"That's a lie," Ortho responded. "Even among us, magic is very rare."
"Maybe... maybe you are one of those lucky stars," Skyra said. "The way you fixed my eyes... it could only have been done by a source of magic."
"Well... I'll see if I can remember something," Ortho responded. "Wish me luck, patient."
He was still unsure of himself. If he did use magic, then he didn't remember a single spell. But he would try his best to recognize anything he could in order to help him fight the Bone Dragon.
Henry stood with his arms crossed, paws tapping on his elbows and was making a loud noise, "Well, lets get this over with, I got myself a pirate trator to find and kill."
Sam is just now appearing on the other side of the island as the Dragon breathes white flames at Griffon! The Bone Eatter doesn't check to see if he had gotten the bars or not, only lunging forward to consume what he believes he has just fried!
All of his crew was dead, his treasure was out of his reach, he was alone in an escape attempt in the most heavily guarded prison in the world with nothing around it but the great wide exploding sea! "This sucks..." Rro's frown over took his face as he looked back towards the door to the fourth floor, he didn't have time to think about his faults or his up coming challenges. Even if he did escape Atlantis 9, and rig a ship on his home to escape... Black Beard was still Searching for him and the tattooed map on his chest. Using his last key on the door from the third floor to the second he reached the second and raised his hands slowly, it would seem as if every single guard in the prison was waiting for him, guns pointed at the Pirate Lord, 'what's next in your daring escape plan?' Admiral Gran smirked.
Rro looked around dropping his make shift weapon, "well I guess I gotta get past your men, kill you and escape..." He smiled lowering his hands, cracking his knuckles he prepared for what was about to happen, "this'll be a blood bath..."
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Rro looked around dropping his make shift weapon, "well I guess I gotta get past your men, kill you and escape..." He smiled lowering his hands, cracking his knuckles he prepared for what was about to happen, "this'll be a blood bath..."
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