06-15-2017, 12:59 AM
“Now what?” Somerled repeated, reaching his right hand into his coat pocket with a grimace. “Now I’d say you’re shit outta luck. This is gonna make it very easy to get separated.” He closed his right hand around the handle of his whip, the mere action sending jolts of pain up his arm. That numbing venom would have been useful right about now. “Catch.” With a curt order, he dragged his weapon out of his coat and snapped it upwards.
“Wha-” Sun began, only to have his question cut off as he made a desperate swipe for the end of the whip, jumping for it and grabbing hold just before it got out of reach again.
“Now we’ve got a tether,” the storm spirit stated monotonously, switching it over to his left hand. This way he wouldn’t have to deal with the constant pulling and stinging.
“Thats nice and all,” Jim broke in, turning away from the two and heading towards the end of the room, “but let’s get moving before our little friend decides to pay us a visit.” Somerled and Sun silently stepped after him, keeping a wary eye out for any more tricks or taps. The soldier ducked around a corner, followed quickly by the tethered duo, and at once, the tension of the bullwhip loosened up, and the two were standing side by side.
“Well.” Somerled stated, raising an eyebrow as he turned to look back at the corner they’d just rounded, still keeping pace.
“That works too,” the monkey dropped his end of the whip, starting forward again. The monster hummed a note of agreement, casting his gaze downwards as he wound his bullwhip back up. Silence fell amidst the trio, disturbed only by their relentless treading. Somerled kept an ear out, the only thing keeping him from running into walls, as he slowly and carefully returned his weapon back to his pocket.
Shoving the leather-plait back into his left pocket, he lifted his head back up, sandy brick and stone filling his vision once again. His mouth fell into a frown, his eyes darting around his immediate vicinity.
“Guys?” He called out, lonely voice echoing down the corridor, drowning out his steps. With a careful sidestep, he spun around, keeping his pace up as he walked backwards down the hallway, casting a quick glance backwards. No allies in sight. “What do you make of this, Sonny?” He asked, hand darting back into his coat to hold onto the whip he’d just pocketed, as he spun back around.
“No comment,” the sun spirit barked out two words before falling silent again. Somerled gritted his teeth, keeping a wary eye out. He didn’t know what was going on with his other half today. Why was he being so fucking obstinate? Cautiously continuing on, he rounded a corner and...
BANG
A single shot rang out, and the monster instinctively pressed again the wall. A metallic ricochet pinged out behind him, kicking up a plume of dust, and ripping the bullwhip out of his pocket yet again, he kicked forward. The dusty, four armed figure that took a potshot at him hung from the ceiling, backpedaling rapidly as it revealed its other three hands from behind its back, each holding a new pistol. Somerled lashed out with the whip, just in time for another two shots to ring out, a burst of smoke emerging from each of the revolvers. Stone chipped off the adjacent wall and floor, one bullet rerouted and the other slamming into the stone beneath his feet.
He struck out with the whip yet again, face contorting with rage and mouth opening up into a monstrous roar as the gunslinger danced just barely out of range. Two more plumes of smoke erupted from the barrels of the guns, and two bullets slammed into Somerled, one hitting his right foot, and one his left hand, both of which exploded in pain. The storm spirit faltered, ears ringing as he stumbled forward, and with a maniacal laugh barely audible over the resounding gunfire, it skedaddled down the hallway before disappearing around a corner.
“FUUUUUCK!” A scream of pure, unadulterated rage echoed down the corridor, shaking the very dust out of the bricks, and the monster charged, heavily favoring his uninjured foot.
“STOP!” His own voice exploded out his mouth, an action that wasn’t his doing. With an awkward gallop, the spirit slowed for a second, just long enough for four more gunshots to blast out from just around the corner, four bricks exploding beneath hot lead, right about where Somerled would have been had he kept charging. “Jesus christ, I know you’re stupidly suicidal but holy fuck would you stop to think for one goddamn second.”
“Hm...” The storm spirit hummed, pressing himself up against the wall just before the corner. “...Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Just calm the fuck down,” Sonny sighed, “If you die, I die.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Somerled whispered, leaning out to peer into the room beyond. There stood an opening suspiciously devoid of anything, no statues, no hieroglyphs, no gunslinger, and strangely enough, no floor. “No sign of him. Bet he went off to disturb the others.” With no word from his other half, and no comment on the gaping abyss that was supposed to be the ground, he inched around the bend and towards the crevasse. He vaguely wondered how he was supposed to cross this. The other hall was a good dozen or so meters on the other side, and the waas no platforms or anything he could catch with his whip. Letting out a small hum, he stepped back a few paces, and picked up one of the rocks the gunslinger’s bullets had dislodged. With a weak, underhand throw, he tossed it into the room, and watched placidly as it turned around right in midair and clattered onto the wall just beneath his hall.
“Gravity’s fucked. How nice,” he muttered, taking a few steps forward. “Hey, how much you wanna bet that this kills me.”
“Don’t eve-” his other half’s protest cut short as the spirit kicked forward, flinging himself into the room, and right onto the wall.
“Looks like I win that bet,” he said, and set off into the abyss below.
“Wha-” Sun began, only to have his question cut off as he made a desperate swipe for the end of the whip, jumping for it and grabbing hold just before it got out of reach again.
“Now we’ve got a tether,” the storm spirit stated monotonously, switching it over to his left hand. This way he wouldn’t have to deal with the constant pulling and stinging.
“Thats nice and all,” Jim broke in, turning away from the two and heading towards the end of the room, “but let’s get moving before our little friend decides to pay us a visit.” Somerled and Sun silently stepped after him, keeping a wary eye out for any more tricks or taps. The soldier ducked around a corner, followed quickly by the tethered duo, and at once, the tension of the bullwhip loosened up, and the two were standing side by side.
“Well.” Somerled stated, raising an eyebrow as he turned to look back at the corner they’d just rounded, still keeping pace.
“That works too,” the monkey dropped his end of the whip, starting forward again. The monster hummed a note of agreement, casting his gaze downwards as he wound his bullwhip back up. Silence fell amidst the trio, disturbed only by their relentless treading. Somerled kept an ear out, the only thing keeping him from running into walls, as he slowly and carefully returned his weapon back to his pocket.
Shoving the leather-plait back into his left pocket, he lifted his head back up, sandy brick and stone filling his vision once again. His mouth fell into a frown, his eyes darting around his immediate vicinity.
“Guys?” He called out, lonely voice echoing down the corridor, drowning out his steps. With a careful sidestep, he spun around, keeping his pace up as he walked backwards down the hallway, casting a quick glance backwards. No allies in sight. “What do you make of this, Sonny?” He asked, hand darting back into his coat to hold onto the whip he’d just pocketed, as he spun back around.
“No comment,” the sun spirit barked out two words before falling silent again. Somerled gritted his teeth, keeping a wary eye out. He didn’t know what was going on with his other half today. Why was he being so fucking obstinate? Cautiously continuing on, he rounded a corner and...
BANG
A single shot rang out, and the monster instinctively pressed again the wall. A metallic ricochet pinged out behind him, kicking up a plume of dust, and ripping the bullwhip out of his pocket yet again, he kicked forward. The dusty, four armed figure that took a potshot at him hung from the ceiling, backpedaling rapidly as it revealed its other three hands from behind its back, each holding a new pistol. Somerled lashed out with the whip, just in time for another two shots to ring out, a burst of smoke emerging from each of the revolvers. Stone chipped off the adjacent wall and floor, one bullet rerouted and the other slamming into the stone beneath his feet.
He struck out with the whip yet again, face contorting with rage and mouth opening up into a monstrous roar as the gunslinger danced just barely out of range. Two more plumes of smoke erupted from the barrels of the guns, and two bullets slammed into Somerled, one hitting his right foot, and one his left hand, both of which exploded in pain. The storm spirit faltered, ears ringing as he stumbled forward, and with a maniacal laugh barely audible over the resounding gunfire, it skedaddled down the hallway before disappearing around a corner.
“FUUUUUCK!” A scream of pure, unadulterated rage echoed down the corridor, shaking the very dust out of the bricks, and the monster charged, heavily favoring his uninjured foot.
“STOP!” His own voice exploded out his mouth, an action that wasn’t his doing. With an awkward gallop, the spirit slowed for a second, just long enough for four more gunshots to blast out from just around the corner, four bricks exploding beneath hot lead, right about where Somerled would have been had he kept charging. “Jesus christ, I know you’re stupidly suicidal but holy fuck would you stop to think for one goddamn second.”
“Hm...” The storm spirit hummed, pressing himself up against the wall just before the corner. “...Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Just calm the fuck down,” Sonny sighed, “If you die, I die.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Somerled whispered, leaning out to peer into the room beyond. There stood an opening suspiciously devoid of anything, no statues, no hieroglyphs, no gunslinger, and strangely enough, no floor. “No sign of him. Bet he went off to disturb the others.” With no word from his other half, and no comment on the gaping abyss that was supposed to be the ground, he inched around the bend and towards the crevasse. He vaguely wondered how he was supposed to cross this. The other hall was a good dozen or so meters on the other side, and the waas no platforms or anything he could catch with his whip. Letting out a small hum, he stepped back a few paces, and picked up one of the rocks the gunslinger’s bullets had dislodged. With a weak, underhand throw, he tossed it into the room, and watched placidly as it turned around right in midair and clattered onto the wall just beneath his hall.
“Gravity’s fucked. How nice,” he muttered, taking a few steps forward. “Hey, how much you wanna bet that this kills me.”
“Don’t eve-” his other half’s protest cut short as the spirit kicked forward, flinging himself into the room, and right onto the wall.
“Looks like I win that bet,” he said, and set off into the abyss below.
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