20:54:51 [Aerienne] :: Cal was a good partner to have when the shit hit the fan. No matter how hard they fought, how loud they yelled, or how long they stayed apart, he was one person she could work with in a tight spot. Like now. The little screaming monster-people were latched onto her, and as she dragged the poor woman behind her with one hand, she brushed her legs together to knock them off her calves and thighs, and swung at them, ripping them off and hurling them far into the night with her free hand. She lunged up the front stairs, noticing that the air was getting hotter, hotter, burning hot behind her, and she dared not look back but flung herself through the door of the house behind the woman who'd just dreamily entered, and shoved it closed as soon as Cal came through, thrashing and furiously tossing little bodies aside. She released the woman to complete her march of death upon the little people, picking the remaining ones off and hurling them away, making sure if they're not dead, they never want to come back. Turning her luminous gaze upon him, her voice is sardonic. :: Seriously? "Get the fuck inside"? Thank you!
20:55:42 [The_Haunted_House] They were all inside....satisfaction seemed to swell in the air, a crescendo that built and built around them, pressure that pushed inward on their eardrums, closed their throats and made their eyes feel as if they would burst from their sockets....and then suddenly all that energy released with an audible snap. The doors slammed shut, the windows locked and the house gave one long howl that echoed off the walls, beating at each person with wave after wave of sound. Then as abruptly as it all started it was over. The house was silent as the grave, the air stale and unmoving. The interior was a relic. Dusty furniture and dusty antiques, old and worn out, falling to pieces from lack of care. Wall paper peeling in great bands, and God knew what else.
20:55:42 [The_Haunted_House] They were all inside....satisfaction seemed to swell in the air, a crescendo that built and built around them, pressure that pushed inward on their eardrums, closed their throats and made their eyes feel as if they would burst from their sockets....and then suddenly all that energy released with an audible snap. The doors slammed shut, the windows locked and the house gave one long howl that echoed off the walls, beating at each person with wave after wave of sound. Then as abruptly as it all started it was over. The house was silent as the grave, the air stale and unmoving. The interior was a relic. Dusty furniture and dusty antiques, old and worn out, falling to pieces from lack of care. Wall paper peeling in great bands, and God knew what else.
21:01:08 Kimeko perched on a thick, high branch like a creature wrapped in a leathery taloned cocoon. Eyes were closed and the cooling night brought a breeze that made her stir; her cocoon shifted a little, parting as her eyes opened. Her head tilted. Had she heard screams earlier, or had those simply been memories, those oft brought to the fore of the mind in sleep? A hand lifted to rest at her temple and she shook her head as she stood straight up, the wings unfurling, stretching to their full lengths of six feet. A long, thick braid snaked down her back to her knees, tied at the end with a length of leather. Steel toed boots glinted in the spare moonlight as she leaped from the branch and glided in the direction of the strange building that had seemed to appear out of... Nowhere? Strange. She'd flown across these lands at least two handfuls of times and yet had never noticed this place before. The wind tugged at her cloak and clothing. It was a good thing she was dressed as conservatively as she usually was these days: In simple slacks and button up shirt with long sleeves. A leather belt was threaded through the belt loops of her slacks and Blaine's slender sheathed length now rode her left hip--an old weight she hadn't expected to miss. Her lips pulled in a small wince of mild annoyance as a small arc of electricity traveled up along her arm. Yes, the seal had, indeed, deteriorated... So much more quickly than she had anticipated. As she rode the winds like a kite, amethyst slivered blues glinted in the night, staring down at the odd tableu below. What she could see of it, at any rate. And then the moving persons were all inside the house. Even from the height she was at, she could sense the swell of power... The snap... And she plummeted. Just barely pulling herself up in time to land with a thump on the roof. She rolled a little bit, then caught herself right at the edge; both hands clung to the rusty gutter, and she looked around, then attempted to pull herself up and back onto the roof. Hefting herself up wouldn't be difficult. It was whether or not the gutter held together in the process...
21:02:08 Alex enters this room
21:02:53 [Calanthe] It ought to have been peaceful, once they finally crossed the threshold. He felt they deserved that at least. But then… he, Diandra and Rain stepped into the house, and there was a horrible screaming sort of pressure, and the doors and windows clapped shut. His hands flew over his ears, trying to block out that keening sound. They were there behind him… both of them, covered in blood. His eyes were murky. He shouldn’t have come out like this, so hungry. It was a mistake. The wounds on his pale skin were healing slowly. He dragged himself across the dusty room… it was dark, unfamiliar, but he didn’t care. “Yes, inside,” he muttered. He was suddenly… so… tired. Diandra had probably wanted him to run because she might very well have burned his skin off a moment ago, and Rain was being snarky, but… he felt like he was swimming through glue. His fangs ached in his gums. He sank down onto the carpet, laughing farcically, and sprawled on his back. Damp hair tangled beneath his head. He crossed his arms over his chest, folded his long legs at the ankle. “Tired…”
21:04:43 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *The great change in atmosphere rippled around her and caused her to shiver the mythril chains at her sides jingling in eerily. The tight wrap it hand struck her to the core bending her double the houses powers routed far too closely to her own. She was blinded by the darkening of the obfuscation which because of the change flared into visible light, or rather darkness as it creped from around her spreading around her skin lashing insubstantially around objects pulling them into the thick black aura. It was tangible and was a great weight on her, and effected her the same she could no more see out than others could see in, but inside she could make things out but it was as if interacting in a highly viscous liquid her movements slow and the vision blurred.*
21:02:08 Alex enters this room
21:02:53 [Calanthe] It ought to have been peaceful, once they finally crossed the threshold. He felt they deserved that at least. But then… he, Diandra and Rain stepped into the house, and there was a horrible screaming sort of pressure, and the doors and windows clapped shut. His hands flew over his ears, trying to block out that keening sound. They were there behind him… both of them, covered in blood. His eyes were murky. He shouldn’t have come out like this, so hungry. It was a mistake. The wounds on his pale skin were healing slowly. He dragged himself across the dusty room… it was dark, unfamiliar, but he didn’t care. “Yes, inside,” he muttered. He was suddenly… so… tired. Diandra had probably wanted him to run because she might very well have burned his skin off a moment ago, and Rain was being snarky, but… he felt like he was swimming through glue. His fangs ached in his gums. He sank down onto the carpet, laughing farcically, and sprawled on his back. Damp hair tangled beneath his head. He crossed his arms over his chest, folded his long legs at the ankle. “Tired…”
21:04:43 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *The great change in atmosphere rippled around her and caused her to shiver the mythril chains at her sides jingling in eerily. The tight wrap it hand struck her to the core bending her double the houses powers routed far too closely to her own. She was blinded by the darkening of the obfuscation which because of the change flared into visible light, or rather darkness as it creped from around her spreading around her skin lashing insubstantially around objects pulling them into the thick black aura. It was tangible and was a great weight on her, and effected her the same she could no more see out than others could see in, but inside she could make things out but it was as if interacting in a highly viscous liquid her movements slow and the vision blurred.*
21:07:45 [Diandra_Moon] She was so far gone in her exhaustion that she hadn’t noticed the house’s reaction to their presence. She was fighting to stay conscious, not sure if she would ever wake up if she fell asleep here. It was then she got a good look at Cal. The heat had cauterized her wounds, stopping their bleeding. Her dress, well what was left of it, had survived, but all the blood and dirt had been burned way with the uncontrolled energy. She pushed herself up and looked directly at Cal. “Do you need blood?” It wasn’t that she hadn’t lost enough already…But she was of little use as a fighter. Keeping Cal strong would do her more good than just continuing on as she had.
21:09:05 [The_Haunted_House] Kimeko never got a chance to reach the rain gutter. There were few precious hours until dawn, and it was only tonight that it could feed. No longer could it tease, and cajole, terrify and soothe just to terrify again. The taste of fear, however bitter and delightful, was secondary. Like a gaping maw the roof opened and swallowed Kimeko whole, her roll taking her into the dusty confines of the attic, full of boxes and furniture and who else knew what, and then promptly sealed above her head. The house settling like some old beast swallowing it's dinner.
21:10:26 Aerienne : As soon as the door hit the sill, she knew it had been a mistake to come in. And then the windows locked, the door locked, and the house, yes the actual goddamn house, -howled-. Silence took over, and the absolute lack of noise was a small relief, but the feeling of anxiety within didn't abate. This wasn't over. Cal sank down and she looked, really looked at him, and her eyes narrowed. She knew that look, she'd seen it in others, but never on him- it didn't belong there. Not enough time, the woman was still in pain and he was useless in his current state. She grabbed a blanket, dusty and old, off the floor, shook it out, and folded it into a triangle, then tied the ends. She handed it to the woman. :: Put it around your neck and put your arm in it. It'll hold it close and keep it safer than if it's hanging free. :: Hearing Diandra's offer, she glanced at her, eyeing her speculatively. :: You barely have enough blood for yourself. Keep it. :: She stepped closer to Cal, eyed him for a moment, calculating if it was really necessary… before she held out her wrist. :: Look. I need you livelier than this. Don't drain me dry, or I'll haunt your sorry ass and we'll still be down a useful person.
21:17:28 [The_Haunted_House] The house reached out to Cal, the air shimmering around him with a kind of lazy heat. For his eyes alone a woman came to kneel beside him, fair of skin and dark of hair, she wore a gown that stopped just short of being sheer, long folds of cloth drapping her lithe body. Red lips curved into a sweet, indulgent smile as she held one finger to them, shaking her head and silently entreating him to be silent. Kneeling at his side, she ran her hands along his arms, a cold touch that soothed and comforted, a demure look from beneath dark lashes that enticed and tempted....and then she offered him a drink. A drink from a simple white cup, the very real sensation of liquid to slide down his throat, to fill his stomach. And then woman and presence were gone. Leaving him swimming through air that felt like water, and Rain and Diandra none the wiser.
21:22:21 [Calanthe] There he was, lying on the old rug like a corpse, looking lovely and disheveled. Mostly disheveled. Sort of lovely? Was he lovely? “Am I… lovely?” he murmured, shifting a little. His sharp shoulder blades dug at the rug, which was ancient, caked with dust. He unfolded his arms and brushed his fingers over the carpet. The dust felt delightful. “So soft…” He giggled like a lunatic. His pale features, his burning eyes… he looked far gone, a sort of familiar look for him. Diandra was speaking… something about blood… and there was definitely blood in the air, in his nostrils, the thick ferric taste of it in his mouth. Rain’s wrist projected above him. “I…” He pushed himself upright. Something utterly ethereal appeared. A… gorgeous woman. He turned his head to look at her, and reached for the cup she offered. Oh, he wasn’t one to deny temptation. “… I like… you?” Cal was hitting on a ghost. Straight up. He took the cup she held, tilted it to his lips and drained it dry, then plopped back onto the dusty carpet. He was swimming. “I like… girls… also…” His smile was delirious. “Boys… sometimes? Maybe…” Perhaps this was the end of the road for Cal…
21:22:43 [The_Haunted_House] The house wanted one thing for Lorelai, and one thing only. Her blood. Her flesh. And her soul. It cared nothing for her magics or her powers. They were toys more than anything else. The stain in the middle of the room began to grow. Slowly at first, the edges creeping out, going unnoticed until the shape began to warp, twisting and turning in on itself, gradually becoming larger, and larger, until blood, thick and warm beneath to well from the center, pulsing upward like a heart was beating it out upon the floor. Inch by inch it began to take over the room, a pool of blood pumping into the room, searching, reaching in ever widening circles for Lorelai, eager to touch her feet.
21:24:06 [Diandra_Moon] Diandra looked at the cloth and shook her head for a moment before she stood and walked over to a sturdy piece of furniture. She grabbed onto a rail and braced herself, yanking her body back and twisting slightly, putting the shoulder back in place, biting back the scream. She was getting better about tolerating pain, but it didn’t mean it still didn’t bring tears to her eyes. And she wasn’t about to use anything from this house to wrap around her, or put anywhere near her neck. She was showing the bruises from when the zombie hand had tried to choke the life out of her. A sling would crush her without a doubt if the house decided to do such a thing to her. With her injured arm, she grabbed hold of her dress and tore another long section of fabric, shortening the dress to nearly scandalous length and used that to make a sort of sling for her arm. “Thanks, but anything here would probably try to choke me to death like the zombie tried to do.” Cal was rambling. “I could burn him if you think it’d bring him back to his senses. Hitting him upside the head with something would just give him a weapon to attack back with.” She told the other woman.
21:25:31 [Kimeko] Now that was nifty. Strange, but nifty. Eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the attic--semi dark, possibly because of any windows which might open into the room, but also because thin lines of electricity had laced over her wings, traversed their surfaces for a moment and then they disappeared. She didn't have to look up to know that the hole in the ceiling was gone. All she could smell was air stale with dust, and musty enough to make her wrinkle her nose. She rolled into a crouched position and waved a hand, attempting to summon the most basic of things--a small, translucent bubble of light so she could search for a door or something out of this room. It was with great caution that her mind unfurled just the littlest bit, enough to perceive the locations of any sentient beings, and whether they were of a benign or malignant disposition.
21:27:01 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *After seeing the pool grow into the area she could see she started trying to move away, moving herself away but she moved slow in the obfuscation it was really only a short time before she was caught up with, so she started a jump to try and move down the stairs and out of the obfuscation, but the movement was slow and labored.*
21:22:43 [The_Haunted_House] The house wanted one thing for Lorelai, and one thing only. Her blood. Her flesh. And her soul. It cared nothing for her magics or her powers. They were toys more than anything else. The stain in the middle of the room began to grow. Slowly at first, the edges creeping out, going unnoticed until the shape began to warp, twisting and turning in on itself, gradually becoming larger, and larger, until blood, thick and warm beneath to well from the center, pulsing upward like a heart was beating it out upon the floor. Inch by inch it began to take over the room, a pool of blood pumping into the room, searching, reaching in ever widening circles for Lorelai, eager to touch her feet.
21:24:06 [Diandra_Moon] Diandra looked at the cloth and shook her head for a moment before she stood and walked over to a sturdy piece of furniture. She grabbed onto a rail and braced herself, yanking her body back and twisting slightly, putting the shoulder back in place, biting back the scream. She was getting better about tolerating pain, but it didn’t mean it still didn’t bring tears to her eyes. And she wasn’t about to use anything from this house to wrap around her, or put anywhere near her neck. She was showing the bruises from when the zombie hand had tried to choke the life out of her. A sling would crush her without a doubt if the house decided to do such a thing to her. With her injured arm, she grabbed hold of her dress and tore another long section of fabric, shortening the dress to nearly scandalous length and used that to make a sort of sling for her arm. “Thanks, but anything here would probably try to choke me to death like the zombie tried to do.” Cal was rambling. “I could burn him if you think it’d bring him back to his senses. Hitting him upside the head with something would just give him a weapon to attack back with.” She told the other woman.
21:25:31 [Kimeko] Now that was nifty. Strange, but nifty. Eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the attic--semi dark, possibly because of any windows which might open into the room, but also because thin lines of electricity had laced over her wings, traversed their surfaces for a moment and then they disappeared. She didn't have to look up to know that the hole in the ceiling was gone. All she could smell was air stale with dust, and musty enough to make her wrinkle her nose. She rolled into a crouched position and waved a hand, attempting to summon the most basic of things--a small, translucent bubble of light so she could search for a door or something out of this room. It was with great caution that her mind unfurled just the littlest bit, enough to perceive the locations of any sentient beings, and whether they were of a benign or malignant disposition.
21:27:01 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *After seeing the pool grow into the area she could see she started trying to move away, moving herself away but she moved slow in the obfuscation it was really only a short time before she was caught up with, so she started a jump to try and move down the stairs and out of the obfuscation, but the movement was slow and labored.*
21:31:03 [The_Haunted_House] The house didn't touch Kimeko's mind. Nor did it let her summon light. Like a blanket it muffled magic, blocking it from reaching the user so that the command floated in the air, untethered, useless. In the darkness of the attic the silence was broken by the sound of a thump, something soft, something with a certain give to it hitting the floor followed by the distinct sound of dragging, clothing sliding over the worn wooden boards. It repeated the pattern over and over, growing louder as it grew closer, the tall columns of boxes beginning to sway as something drew near.
21:31:47 Aerienne : And before her very eyes, Cal became a blithering idiot. She turned to look at Di with a "Well, what the hell is this?" look, and grinned when she suggested burning him. It might not be an awful idea for the future. But she'd like to live through tonight, first. :: Yeah, well, who says I need something to hit him with. :: And with that, she aimed a solid cuff at the side of his head, along with a sharp- :: Cal! Wake up! :: She stalked away from them, started testing the windows, the door, predicting the futility of the action but trying just the same. There had to be a way out. Maybe they just had to live until morning. Shit, she didn't know. For being a magical being, she had about as much knowledge of it as the nearest rock. :: Do you have any ideas about how to get out of here?
21:35:18 MinaSylisSunuki enters this room
21:35:20 [Diandra_Moon] Diandra watched the woman hit Cal and felt a blend of amusement and sympathy. Cal deserved a hit upside the head now and then, but seeing the action, it bothered her a bit. He’d either snap out of it, or they would have to figure out something else. She watched the woman move around and shrugged at he question. “There are no voices I care to listen to here. The ones I hear tell me to stay calm, do not feed it. Whatever it is, I do not know…But it seemed the more terrified I became, the worse things got…They don’t tell me there is a way out, just to stay calm.” She didn’t know if that was any help, but if things had been reversed, she would probably get enraged at being given such instructions.
21:37:01 [The_Haunted_House] The house whispered to Cal. Soft laughter and naughty suggestions, the feel of breath blowing soft and cold against his ear, the sound of a voice he knew too well, a voice he would search for no matter what. The feeling of phantom hands on his body, invisible arms embracing him, teasing him with word and touch. Meanwhile, with Cal trapped in a haze, the house went after Diandra and Rain. Quick as a flash a chair slid across the room and into Rain's legs, forcing her to sit on it while cords slithered up the legs and wrapped around, and around, and around her waist and chest, anchoring her to the back of the chair. With no escape, the chair began to inch ever so slowly towards the fireplace. A monsterous pit big enough for three men to easily fit into, and with a thick chain curtain hiding whatever lurked behind it. For Diandra, her worries came true. The blood red banner running down the center of the stairs came alive and slithered down to her like a great snake, the cloth damp with blood as it grabbed a hold of her and began to coil around and around, squeezing tighter and tighter, moving further up her body as if it intended to wrap her up like a mummy, suffocating her in a blood drenched wrap.
21:37:46 [MinaSylisSunuki] (Scary!)
21:38:53 [Calanthe] It was a fever dream. A lush dream, like waking sleep. He had dislocated Diandra’s arm. Perhaps? He held onto that thought for a moment, then let it go. It tore off soundlessly like a page on the wind. “I… am…” He held out his slender arms, bared by a very season-appropriate t-shirt, which was soaked and slightly sandy. He gazed at his hands, his long fingers, pale and set in sharp relief against the dark ceiling. “… drugged,” he concluded. His voice was thick, no panic able to seep into it, he simply couldn’t muster the energy for panic. Some severe lethargy had hold of him. Rain hit him upside the head and he saw a bright star; he looked at her, not with much focus. What a trip killer. “H... hey, Christ… I like it rough, but…” For a moment it seemed like it worked. His gaze cleared and he tried to sit up, and then… he was down again. He just flopped over and lay there gibbering like a lunatic. One of his finer moments. “Girls… leggy girls…”
21:39:52 [The_Haunted_House] The blood followed Lorelai like it was a senitent being, rivulets pouring along the floor, reaching for her even as she tried to run away. From the center of the growing pool of blood, hands broke the surface as if kicking up from the bottom of a pool, elegant fingers stained red giving way to slim wrists and arms, bare shoulders and eyes that gleamed black, swallowing any and all light that touched them. The woman crawled up from the center of the stain with jerky reaches and steps, her eyes focused on Lorelai as she opened her mouth and howled, a vicious, hungry sound, desperate and needy. On hands and knees she crawled through the blood, what had once been a white dress trailing behind her through the thick liquid.
21:31:47 Aerienne : And before her very eyes, Cal became a blithering idiot. She turned to look at Di with a "Well, what the hell is this?" look, and grinned when she suggested burning him. It might not be an awful idea for the future. But she'd like to live through tonight, first. :: Yeah, well, who says I need something to hit him with. :: And with that, she aimed a solid cuff at the side of his head, along with a sharp- :: Cal! Wake up! :: She stalked away from them, started testing the windows, the door, predicting the futility of the action but trying just the same. There had to be a way out. Maybe they just had to live until morning. Shit, she didn't know. For being a magical being, she had about as much knowledge of it as the nearest rock. :: Do you have any ideas about how to get out of here?
21:35:18 MinaSylisSunuki enters this room
21:35:20 [Diandra_Moon] Diandra watched the woman hit Cal and felt a blend of amusement and sympathy. Cal deserved a hit upside the head now and then, but seeing the action, it bothered her a bit. He’d either snap out of it, or they would have to figure out something else. She watched the woman move around and shrugged at he question. “There are no voices I care to listen to here. The ones I hear tell me to stay calm, do not feed it. Whatever it is, I do not know…But it seemed the more terrified I became, the worse things got…They don’t tell me there is a way out, just to stay calm.” She didn’t know if that was any help, but if things had been reversed, she would probably get enraged at being given such instructions.
21:37:01 [The_Haunted_House] The house whispered to Cal. Soft laughter and naughty suggestions, the feel of breath blowing soft and cold against his ear, the sound of a voice he knew too well, a voice he would search for no matter what. The feeling of phantom hands on his body, invisible arms embracing him, teasing him with word and touch. Meanwhile, with Cal trapped in a haze, the house went after Diandra and Rain. Quick as a flash a chair slid across the room and into Rain's legs, forcing her to sit on it while cords slithered up the legs and wrapped around, and around, and around her waist and chest, anchoring her to the back of the chair. With no escape, the chair began to inch ever so slowly towards the fireplace. A monsterous pit big enough for three men to easily fit into, and with a thick chain curtain hiding whatever lurked behind it. For Diandra, her worries came true. The blood red banner running down the center of the stairs came alive and slithered down to her like a great snake, the cloth damp with blood as it grabbed a hold of her and began to coil around and around, squeezing tighter and tighter, moving further up her body as if it intended to wrap her up like a mummy, suffocating her in a blood drenched wrap.
21:37:46 [MinaSylisSunuki] (Scary!)
21:38:53 [Calanthe] It was a fever dream. A lush dream, like waking sleep. He had dislocated Diandra’s arm. Perhaps? He held onto that thought for a moment, then let it go. It tore off soundlessly like a page on the wind. “I… am…” He held out his slender arms, bared by a very season-appropriate t-shirt, which was soaked and slightly sandy. He gazed at his hands, his long fingers, pale and set in sharp relief against the dark ceiling. “… drugged,” he concluded. His voice was thick, no panic able to seep into it, he simply couldn’t muster the energy for panic. Some severe lethargy had hold of him. Rain hit him upside the head and he saw a bright star; he looked at her, not with much focus. What a trip killer. “H... hey, Christ… I like it rough, but…” For a moment it seemed like it worked. His gaze cleared and he tried to sit up, and then… he was down again. He just flopped over and lay there gibbering like a lunatic. One of his finer moments. “Girls… leggy girls…”
21:39:52 [The_Haunted_House] The blood followed Lorelai like it was a senitent being, rivulets pouring along the floor, reaching for her even as she tried to run away. From the center of the growing pool of blood, hands broke the surface as if kicking up from the bottom of a pool, elegant fingers stained red giving way to slim wrists and arms, bare shoulders and eyes that gleamed black, swallowing any and all light that touched them. The woman crawled up from the center of the stain with jerky reaches and steps, her eyes focused on Lorelai as she opened her mouth and howled, a vicious, hungry sound, desperate and needy. On hands and knees she crawled through the blood, what had once been a white dress trailing behind her through the thick liquid.
21:41:57 Kimeko stared at her finger for a moment, where the light should have been, then placed both hands on the floor. That hadn't been entirely unexpected, especially in a house that had just swallowed her, of all things... But she'd been hopeful. The thumping and dragging sound had the hair rising over her skin. Like a she-cat, she bristled. With magic gone, she was now half moving on basic impulse... But since she couldn't tell what it was that was approaching, she scrambled over to a position where the window was at her back, and any light from outside would illumine whatever it was that was making its way towards her. In the meanwhile, the ring of her sword being pulled from its scabbard could be heard... It was much too loud... Blaine's black-scrolled silver length glinted threateningly in her hands as she took a deep breath and slowly released it, body relaxing a little before coiling, readying for the possibility of a fight.
21:46:07 [Aerienne] :: The chair bound her tight, cords about her legs and body, her arms were still free and she grabbed for everything and anything within arms' length. She grabbed the back of the couch Cal was leaning up against and the power of the chair dragged it along, too. Oh shit… :: DIandra! :: But she was tied up too, bound tight with the stair runner, while Cal sat muttering about girls on the floor, drugged out of his mind. She inched closer and closer to the chain-veiled firepit, and there was nothing left to grab for, nothing left to help her. :: Cal… I really need your help, Teach. :: Her voice was low, steady, many would call it calm, but those who knew her would hear the panic lacing the edges, the fury of being helpless and afraid tinting the calm. Hopefully, someone would hear her need, whether it be Cal or some benevolent spirit left in this Hell House. Anyone would do. ::
21:46:38 Ty_Burna enters this room
21:46:51 [The_Haunted_House] The thumping and sliding grew closer and closer until it seemed it would almost be on top of Kimeko...and then just as abruptly, it stopped. The room going silent and still as the grave. All that moved was the dust in the air, drifting down through silver light the moon cast through the window. It seemed the worst was over, that whatever it was had abandoned it's advance, but....Like a nightmare, in fact like the worst of nightmares, while Kimeko peered intensely into that velvet like darkness, from her right a face gradually moved from the stygian depths into the weak light. A face and nothing more moving slowly towards Kimeko's cheek, it's skin dry and preserved like leather, it's lips peeled back over teeth filed to razor sharp points, and it's eyes.... empty. Empty save for a deep, thirsting blackness that seemed to reached out to her, wanting to grasp and swallow her whole.
21:46:38 Ty_Burna enters this room
21:46:51 [The_Haunted_House] The thumping and sliding grew closer and closer until it seemed it would almost be on top of Kimeko...and then just as abruptly, it stopped. The room going silent and still as the grave. All that moved was the dust in the air, drifting down through silver light the moon cast through the window. It seemed the worst was over, that whatever it was had abandoned it's advance, but....Like a nightmare, in fact like the worst of nightmares, while Kimeko peered intensely into that velvet like darkness, from her right a face gradually moved from the stygian depths into the weak light. A face and nothing more moving slowly towards Kimeko's cheek, it's skin dry and preserved like leather, it's lips peeled back over teeth filed to razor sharp points, and it's eyes.... empty. Empty save for a deep, thirsting blackness that seemed to reached out to her, wanting to grasp and swallow her whole.
21:50:57 [Diandra_Moon] She saw the other woman get knocked into a chair and strapped to it as it headed for a fireplace. She was perfectly capable of untying someone. She moved to help the woman when she tripped for the gods knew what number time that night and winced and groaned as her injured shoulder made contact with the floor beneath her weight. She tried to kick her legs free of whatever tripped her, but found her legs bound. The feeling moved further and further up her body as the blood red drapery wrapped around her, coiling like a demented serpent demon. She didn’t fight it. She was too tired. She heard the other woman scream her name, but it was obvious when she addressed the delusional Cal that she realized Diandra was a little preoccupied at the moment. The material wrapped tighter and tighter, squeazing the air out of her lungs. She let her eyelids drift closed. To anyone watching, or looking, they would think the girl was dying, but that wasn’t it…There was no death for her…Only the endless cycle that was her existence. She didn’t fear dying in the place, no matter the form it was visited upon her. No…Instead she was gathering the energy inside her once more. She couldn’t just unleash it as she had outside…This had to be more controlled, and she had no idea of how to control it. So she worked on doing it as slowly as she could, letting the warmth fill her and grow in intensity. She planned on burning through her restraints as she had burned her earlier attackers.
21:51:31 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *Lorelai didn't see the other person until it entered into the sphere and she closed her eyes and tried to force herself into a shadow jump hoping the map was wrong hoping it wouldn't take her back here. It was her only chance at this current space of time. If it worked so much the better if not the house would have its way with her.*
21:51:31 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *Lorelai didn't see the other person until it entered into the sphere and she closed her eyes and tried to force herself into a shadow jump hoping the map was wrong hoping it wouldn't take her back here. It was her only chance at this current space of time. If it worked so much the better if not the house would have its way with her.*
21:53:26 [Kimeko] A gasp hissed in through her teeth as the face appeared out of nowhere. Her first reaction, since it had blind-sided her, was to turn to face it, sword raised, and attempt to slash down at it with a hiss, after backing up a step or two, depending on how big that window of light was. Somehow, that darkness was less than desirable at the moment. For all that she knew, more creatures could be lurking there, waiting to attack her, just as this one was. Were that slash to miss, she would raise an arm, sword left in the grasp of one hand while the other attempted to bat it away, or block it with her forearm. She wouldn't scream though. Or maybe she couldn't. All sound seemed stuck in her throat.
21:57:08 [Calanthe] “… I… am… on drugs…” He wasn’t even trying to get up, until he heard Rain’s voice. Ah, she was such a darling… even if she had hit him in the head while he was out of it on the floor. Then he did his damndest to get up. He sort of rolled over and got onto his hands and knees; he looked up at the scene. Totally wild. Rain was in a chair, sliding along on the carpet. Tricky. “I got this,” he mumbled. He sort of crawled along in the direction of the chair, and swiped at it, all the while looking terribly beleaguered by this situation. Couldn’t a guy get a spiked drink in a haunted house and just spend the rest of his evening waxing on about leggy blondes? It took a small eternity, but he actually made it to the magical chair and got his pale fingers around one of its legs. Then he slumped down and let him drag him along, too, toward the fire… pit… thing. He smiled and closed his eyes. “Damn…”
21:59:35 [The_Haunted_House] The words continued to whisper to Cal, sliding along his skin like a physical touch, reaching inside to read his thoughts and tell him what he wanted to hear. Across the room a woman appeared in a pool of moonlight, her gown a long length of sheer fabric that hung from her shoulders, her hair a thick tangle of sable that poured over her back and chest, teased the curve of her hips. She lifted her arms and danced to a music only Cal could hear. A haunting melody that lured and seduced as readily as the sinuous dance, the black vaccum were her eyes should have been it's own kind of horrific appeal. And still for Diandra and Rain the attacks continued, the chair creeping ever closer, though unsteady now and almost tipping over because of Cal, while the stair runner wrapped around and around, now binding Diandra's head tightly and turning her into the living blood soaked mummy it sought.
22:02:08 [Ty_Burna] *A burst of flame erupts from the kitchen floor, and Ty reappears leaning against the counter. He gazes around the kitchen before reaching into his vest and retreiving a cigarette, completely unaware of everything else going on around the house* Damn fog, no matter how much I try it returns me back here. *he lifts his hand up and a ball of fire forms in his hand and he tosses it against the wall, his eyes narrowing. He still favors his left arm, though he uses it to smoke instead of leaving him off guard without the use of his good arm. He holds his hand out and his fire whip appears again, staring around the ktichen with a glare, before his voice rises and screams out at no one in particular* Fine, do your worst! I'll hang whatever you decide to throw at me from the ceiling beam. Do you understand me? Chaos will not bow down to the likes of you! *he grits his teeth, pacing around the kitchen, prepared for whatever may come.*
22:02:12 [Calanthe] (let *it)
22:02:14 [Aerienne] :: She could see Diandra from the corner of her eyes when she turned her head, and she saw the rope squeezing her, her face turning red from lack of oxygen as she became very still. Rain kept watching, she knew the woman had tricks up her sleeve. Maybe nothing offensive, but she'd felt a defensive technique earlier when the heat was at her back. How else had the woman come in without any evidence of little people? She heard movement from the other side, looked over to find Cal dragging himself along the floor after her chair… It would have been funny if she's had more of a sense of humor at the moment. He got a hand on the char and gave up. She reached down and straining sideways, managed to hook a couple fingers in a loose curl of his clothing. Argh… She was angelic… Could she possibly make him see straight? Hell, anything would be better than this. She used the small dagger she kept in her boot, nicked her wrist, held it to his mouth. :: God, please… You're my best hope just now, so let this work..
22:03:13 [The_Haunted_House] The woman in the pool of blood laughed. A rough, guttural chuckle that grew, and grew until it was peals of loud, reverberating laughter that scraped the hearing like nails on a chalk board, her head flung back as she laughed, blood streaming in thick rivulets down her body. The house was not finished with Lorelai. And like the cruelest of predators for a moment it let her think she got away... suspended in time, that breathless instant of hope.... before it jerked her right back int to land in all that blood, the woman's arms wrapping around her tenderly while hungry yellow eyes stared at her face.
22:02:12 [Calanthe] (let *it)
22:02:14 [Aerienne] :: She could see Diandra from the corner of her eyes when she turned her head, and she saw the rope squeezing her, her face turning red from lack of oxygen as she became very still. Rain kept watching, she knew the woman had tricks up her sleeve. Maybe nothing offensive, but she'd felt a defensive technique earlier when the heat was at her back. How else had the woman come in without any evidence of little people? She heard movement from the other side, looked over to find Cal dragging himself along the floor after her chair… It would have been funny if she's had more of a sense of humor at the moment. He got a hand on the char and gave up. She reached down and straining sideways, managed to hook a couple fingers in a loose curl of his clothing. Argh… She was angelic… Could she possibly make him see straight? Hell, anything would be better than this. She used the small dagger she kept in her boot, nicked her wrist, held it to his mouth. :: God, please… You're my best hope just now, so let this work..
22:03:13 [The_Haunted_House] The woman in the pool of blood laughed. A rough, guttural chuckle that grew, and grew until it was peals of loud, reverberating laughter that scraped the hearing like nails on a chalk board, her head flung back as she laughed, blood streaming in thick rivulets down her body. The house was not finished with Lorelai. And like the cruelest of predators for a moment it let her think she got away... suspended in time, that breathless instant of hope.... before it jerked her right back int to land in all that blood, the woman's arms wrapping around her tenderly while hungry yellow eyes stared at her face.
22:07:58 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *She let out a high pitched scream her head the only thing breaking the obfuscation which was her own down fall as the hand pulled her back and wrapped it's arms around her two colored eyes staring back into the yellow ones, her small gossamer wings flapping wildly behind her, her face locked and blood draining from it leaving her pale, the wings fluttering trying to escape like a captured bug.*
22:08:22 [Calanthe] Blood, again. Always. It was always there. There was always some fool mortal in the tavern, or the trace of a mortal, and their blood… their life. They were constantly trying to drive him mad. Drive him to distraction. His eyes drifted open. They were dark, the amber color having sunken to a dusky gray. His hands came up and latched onto the offered wrist with the wound there, welling blood. His fangs had been free all night – and he was too delirious to be gentle. His nails bit at Rain’s skin as he sealed his lips to it. It was like a kiss. A sharp kiss. Twin points of pain, and then nothing, a sort of warm anesthetic in the blood. He gazed up at her without comprehension as he began to drink, and it was sweet as wine, her blood. He snarled against her skin, climbing onto his feet, never letting of her arm. Now the chair was a hindrance to this, and he snagged it and wrenched it with enough strength to splinter the wood.
22:09:18 [Diandra_Moon] Diandra let the warmth build and build. Then she smelled it, burning fabric. She hoped this wouldn’t take her clothes with it or she would have an entirely new predicament…She did what she could to pull a breath in and with it, the energy flared and took out the blood red fabric that had held her. She quickly checked her torso, and her dress had survived…Well, the silk had, but it was quite a few layers. Good thing silk was flame retardant…The satin underlayer hadn’t fared quite so well, but at least what needed covered was covered. Now she let the heat rise and flare, making the air around her shimmer as if it were a hot day on sandstone. She saw Cal holding onto the chair his friend was in and she moved with strange grace to the duo. “This might, hurt. Can’t help it. Sorry.” She grabbed the cords that held the woman in place and another quick blast through her fingers, the cords were ash. She yanked the chair out from under the woman and it immediately burst into flames. She threw it against the wall, the burning chair catching the dry rotted wood of the decaying house aflame. She grabbed another chair and did the same, throwing it at the window. “FIRE! RUN!” She screamed. A noise from the kitchen drew her attention. “Cal’s drugged!” She yelled, hearing the man screaming…Or at least he sounded male, if it was a woman, she must have been a giant or a bearded dwarf. She couldn’t touch Cal or the woman without catching them on fire and she wouldn’t do that to them.
22:09:18 [Diandra_Moon] Diandra let the warmth build and build. Then she smelled it, burning fabric. She hoped this wouldn’t take her clothes with it or she would have an entirely new predicament…She did what she could to pull a breath in and with it, the energy flared and took out the blood red fabric that had held her. She quickly checked her torso, and her dress had survived…Well, the silk had, but it was quite a few layers. Good thing silk was flame retardant…The satin underlayer hadn’t fared quite so well, but at least what needed covered was covered. Now she let the heat rise and flare, making the air around her shimmer as if it were a hot day on sandstone. She saw Cal holding onto the chair his friend was in and she moved with strange grace to the duo. “This might, hurt. Can’t help it. Sorry.” She grabbed the cords that held the woman in place and another quick blast through her fingers, the cords were ash. She yanked the chair out from under the woman and it immediately burst into flames. She threw it against the wall, the burning chair catching the dry rotted wood of the decaying house aflame. She grabbed another chair and did the same, throwing it at the window. “FIRE! RUN!” She screamed. A noise from the kitchen drew her attention. “Cal’s drugged!” She yelled, hearing the man screaming…Or at least he sounded male, if it was a woman, she must have been a giant or a bearded dwarf. She couldn’t touch Cal or the woman without catching them on fire and she wouldn’t do that to them.
22:10:27 [The_Haunted_House] A brief flare of glee could all but be seen in the air around the house at Ty appeared. It could not have asked for more. While this man threatened and snarled, brandishing his whip, the house chuckled in it's soul, whatever beast resided here opening its eyes as it focused it's attention on the ill-advised man. If he favored fire... then the house was happy to oblige. At his back the stove burners turned on, the tell-tale click before each one flared into life, the flames growing higher, and higher, never stopping until they were a towering inferno that tossed off heat in thick, oppressive waves, the edges turning blue from the intensity. And still that wasn't enough. Great hands reached out from the flames to grab ahold of Ty, intending to pull him back into that hellish maelstrom, to let the fire lick and kiss his flesh from his bones, to suck the moisture from his body until nothing was left but ash. The minutes were ticking by, and the house must be satisfied.
22:14:36 Aerienne : He grabbed her arm, sealed his lips, and yanked her up chair and all. The tug of blood rushing through her veins away form her heart was astounding. She'd heard of the swoon, but never thought she'd fall prey to it. Diandra disintegrated the chair around her, she was free, she could move. She could see his mind, and in the brief moment before she forced him away from her arm, she closed herself to it, shut down the flow between linked souls. She still had some abilities. The house aflame, she tried to grab for him to drag him outside, go through a window if she had to, before some other trick captured her. :: Diandra, let's go!
22:16:15 [The_Haunted_House] Kimeko's sword met flesh and cleaved it in two, slicing down that leathery cheek and knocking out a tooth or two. With an angry, rusted snarl, the creature made to reach for Kimeko.... only to stop with a surprised look in it's malevolent eyes, it's muscles twitching and jumping as it fought briefly.... only to howl with stark, raving frustration. Sheer hatred shining in that face before slowly it disappeared into the shadow, that thump and slide echoing in the small attic but moving away from her this time, growing fainter, and fainter until it disappeared. Leaving all silent and still. The air of malice gone.
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