08-26-2017, 02:53 AM
The liberators stepped cautiously through the doorway, casting glances warily into the darkness. They had found their way down the passageway Judge Man had been guarding, but it had almost seemed too easy. Celestia’s light granted them a few meters of visibility, though the room seemed to be larger than she could reasonably illuminate. Her compatriots followed behind her as they crept forward, every barely-audible noise drawing their attention.
“This room is huge,” Celestia commented, straining her eyes in hopes of making out anything through from beyond the shadows.
“Yeah,” Ash muttered, changing out his chainsaw limb for his metal gauntlet. His other hand held his sawed-off steady, daring whatever was hiding within the umber to step forward.
“Maybe we should follow the wall,” Revan suggested in a whisper, casting a glance over his shoulder. He could no longer make out the door behind him. “They say when you enter a labyrinth, follow the walls. It seems like reasonable advice to follow here as well.”
Before any could offer reply, the clip-clop of Celestia’s hooves suddenly shifted to a metallic clang-clang. The group stopped immediately, eyes jumping to the Princess’ feet. Through the dim light they observed that the dirty stone floor had abruptly given way to a that of reinforced metal grating, the thick iron bars caked in years of rust.
“Some kind of grate,” Celestia muttered, tapping at the sturdy metal experimentally. “I wonder what’s down there...”
The group need not have wondered for long, for a moment later a heavy clang echoed through the room, coming from the direction through which they had entered. The same thought shot through each of their minds in an instant. Locked in.
“Weapons at the ready,” Kanda commanded, drawing his katana and glancing around. The others quickly drew their own weaponry, each probing futilely unto the darkness for any hint of what was to come.
Hiiiisssss...
“Did you hear something?” Ash whispered, glancing at the grating beneath his feet.
“No,” Kanda muttered, now holding his sword aloft. “Now, where are they…?”
“I think I heard-,” Revan stopped mid-sentence, breaking into a coughing fit. He glanced down, a sharp tang striking his nostrils as his eyes began to water. “I think, cough, there’s some kind of, cough gas down there!”
One by one the liberators caught a whiff of the same foul stench, their lungs soon seizing within their chests as they stumbled forward off of the grate to escape the fumes. They now stood in a ring around the pit, delicate wisps of light blue smoke billowing through the grating. At first it hadn’t even been noticeable, but in the moment they had taken to clear their lungs and return to the stone floor, the gas had poured through with increased fervor, rising like thick smoke from a dying bonfire.
“They’re gassing us!” Ash cried out, breaking the silence in a surprisingly loud yelp. Celestia stood nearest him, noting an uncharacteristic panic in his eyes. Sweat was beading on his brow as if he were standing in a sauna rather than a chilly basement. “We have… to get out of here!” the slayer called out through wracking coughs.
It wasn’t long before the other liberators felt panic rising in their throats as their vision began to blur. Each looked upon the other with increasing worry, inching away from one another with fear in their eyes. Something wasn’t right.
“Why...why is my heart hammering in my chest?!” Kanda demanded, taking rapid breaths. “Which of you is doing this?!” The exorcist turned to flee into the darkness, stopping abruptly as his eyes widened in shock. “What is thi-”
The ailing liberators made their way uneasily toward Kanda’s body laying slumped upon the basement floor. In his chest was what resembled a physician’s needle in all ways save size. At nearly a foot long, the instrument could easily have punched clean through its target’s chest. Instead, it now stuck half-way, the rubber plunger depressing slowly of its own accord as Yu Kanda spasmed in silent agony. Seconds later, he fell still.
The liberators glanced at one another, fear and suspicion etched in their faces.
“So, you’ve found my little hideway, hmm?”
The remaining trio glanced around as the voice wormed its way into their ears. A foreign tone, dripping with amused malice.
“I think you’ll find my gas quite EXCITING,” the disembodied voice said, followed by a manic cackle.
"Exciting?!" Celestia exclaimed, hyperventilating. "What are you doing to us?!" She stole a glance at Kanda, her heart sinking as he continued to lay limp upon the stone.
“Maybe you’re a little upset about your swordsman friend?” the voice mocked, jeering. “Why don’t you try and find me, hmmm? Watch your step, if you don’t want to wind up like your friend there. I’m a messy boy, always leaving my toys laying around...”
“This room is huge,” Celestia commented, straining her eyes in hopes of making out anything through from beyond the shadows.
“Yeah,” Ash muttered, changing out his chainsaw limb for his metal gauntlet. His other hand held his sawed-off steady, daring whatever was hiding within the umber to step forward.
“Maybe we should follow the wall,” Revan suggested in a whisper, casting a glance over his shoulder. He could no longer make out the door behind him. “They say when you enter a labyrinth, follow the walls. It seems like reasonable advice to follow here as well.”
Before any could offer reply, the clip-clop of Celestia’s hooves suddenly shifted to a metallic clang-clang. The group stopped immediately, eyes jumping to the Princess’ feet. Through the dim light they observed that the dirty stone floor had abruptly given way to a that of reinforced metal grating, the thick iron bars caked in years of rust.
“Some kind of grate,” Celestia muttered, tapping at the sturdy metal experimentally. “I wonder what’s down there...”
The group need not have wondered for long, for a moment later a heavy clang echoed through the room, coming from the direction through which they had entered. The same thought shot through each of their minds in an instant. Locked in.
“Weapons at the ready,” Kanda commanded, drawing his katana and glancing around. The others quickly drew their own weaponry, each probing futilely unto the darkness for any hint of what was to come.
Hiiiisssss...
“Did you hear something?” Ash whispered, glancing at the grating beneath his feet.
“No,” Kanda muttered, now holding his sword aloft. “Now, where are they…?”
“I think I heard-,” Revan stopped mid-sentence, breaking into a coughing fit. He glanced down, a sharp tang striking his nostrils as his eyes began to water. “I think, cough, there’s some kind of, cough gas down there!”
One by one the liberators caught a whiff of the same foul stench, their lungs soon seizing within their chests as they stumbled forward off of the grate to escape the fumes. They now stood in a ring around the pit, delicate wisps of light blue smoke billowing through the grating. At first it hadn’t even been noticeable, but in the moment they had taken to clear their lungs and return to the stone floor, the gas had poured through with increased fervor, rising like thick smoke from a dying bonfire.
“They’re gassing us!” Ash cried out, breaking the silence in a surprisingly loud yelp. Celestia stood nearest him, noting an uncharacteristic panic in his eyes. Sweat was beading on his brow as if he were standing in a sauna rather than a chilly basement. “We have… to get out of here!” the slayer called out through wracking coughs.
It wasn’t long before the other liberators felt panic rising in their throats as their vision began to blur. Each looked upon the other with increasing worry, inching away from one another with fear in their eyes. Something wasn’t right.
“Why...why is my heart hammering in my chest?!” Kanda demanded, taking rapid breaths. “Which of you is doing this?!” The exorcist turned to flee into the darkness, stopping abruptly as his eyes widened in shock. “What is thi-”
The ailing liberators made their way uneasily toward Kanda’s body laying slumped upon the basement floor. In his chest was what resembled a physician’s needle in all ways save size. At nearly a foot long, the instrument could easily have punched clean through its target’s chest. Instead, it now stuck half-way, the rubber plunger depressing slowly of its own accord as Yu Kanda spasmed in silent agony. Seconds later, he fell still.
The liberators glanced at one another, fear and suspicion etched in their faces.
“So, you’ve found my little hideway, hmm?”
The remaining trio glanced around as the voice wormed its way into their ears. A foreign tone, dripping with amused malice.
“I think you’ll find my gas quite EXCITING,” the disembodied voice said, followed by a manic cackle.
"Exciting?!" Celestia exclaimed, hyperventilating. "What are you doing to us?!" She stole a glance at Kanda, her heart sinking as he continued to lay limp upon the stone.
“Maybe you’re a little upset about your swordsman friend?” the voice mocked, jeering. “Why don’t you try and find me, hmmm? Watch your step, if you don’t want to wind up like your friend there. I’m a messy boy, always leaving my toys laying around...”
Quote:Yu Kanda has died.
The chamber you're in has been flooded with a gas that makes everyone effected by it extremely paranoid and panicky.
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