Event Something Wicked

[Mik Deluto]

HUMBLE TOWN

DM post

• When @Mik Deluto went to embrace his wife, he would find that his arms would simply pass through her. She would reappear behind him, her small, bony fists smacking him in his back.
  
  You are nothing Mik Deluto. Her voice was raspy but filled with malice, dripping with the poison of a wasted life, of dying alone and angry and scared. You should be the one who is dead. YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO IS STUCK HERE FOREVER.
  
  More fists, scratching, feral. She would kill Mik if he let her.
  
  Would he?

Although all of it started to feel like a fever dream, Mik definitely felt the pain of his late wife's bony fingers scratching against his back, ruining his suit and crying about the unfairness of fate. He hadn't been at fault in her addiction, or her death, had he? What was this about being stuck here forever? Was this what happened after death?

Mik suddenly turned around and tried to grab Mia's hands, "What do you mean, stuck here?" he asked her. Mik had always seen death as something final, something only those blasted Force sensitives could somehow transcend. He worked tirelessly to get the funds for Jana Kang's research into the detox adrenals that could've saved Mia, that would save countless like her. Although seeing his wife like this broke his heart, he didn't think he deserved to spend an eternity stuck in a white room after death. He didn't want this fate for himself.

@Logan

 

[The Gatekeeper]

Not-So-Abandoned Building​

They would begin looking around to check out the bodies of the living and dead patients. Lorcan would reach the living body first, and be able to see that the individual - a man who looked to be in his late fifties and rather unkempt - was proverbially dead to the world.

Several empty syringes labeled with "walstazepam" were at the bedside and an IV was placed in the patient. No other medical record seemed to be nearby. The man's breathing was slow and his pupils were pinpoint. Occasionally he seemed to murmur a word or two, but nothing of an substance.

As Clove checked the dead, she would find that they were, in fact, dead. No pulses, breathing, or signs of life. Their skin was cold and their muscles stiff. There were no injury marks or notable traumas, but it would be quite obvious that they were thin. Barely more than skin and bones.

As Ruz made his way over to the doors, he would open the first to find a small supply room with little more than medical supplies: bandages, tubing, suture kits, and more were laid out in the room though many seemed to have been rummaged through and knocked onto the floor.

In the second room was a small closet, little larger than a linen closet. Two things would immediately standout to him. The first was a small animal-like creature that was screeched at him quiet enough that only he could hear and then snatched up what looked like a data card before scurrying into a nearby vent. The second thing he would notice was a very large plastic bag with what looked like blood oozing out of it and pooling on a towel right next to it.

As Livi and Darius pursued the doctor down the hallway, they would find that he did not, in fact, stop. He kept running, eventually leaving the wheelchaired patient behind as he kept running. The patient would obscure Livi's shot, but they were quickly gaining on him and as he got to the far side of the hallway, he fumbled with his keys to try to get the door open, trapped at the far side of the hall.

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Into the mist the Jedi and Sith went and as soon as they did, the door closed behind them. Should they try to cut their way out, they would find the effort fruitless. The only option now was to find a way forward.

And forward they would go. The mist surrounded, penetrated, and bound the... oh wait, no. It did seem to swallow them up, though, turning visibility to next to nothing. They would gain the sense that wherever they were going, they were in a very, very long space. It seemed to be a mostly wide-open area with support pillars scattered around the area.

As they crossed through the misty courtyard area, they would eventually find a door at the far end. It seemed to be made of some unusual wood that had an almost rotted appearance to it with a door handle made of some sort of faded bronze.

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[Ruzaan Kai]

Unfortunately, neither of the doors were locked, preventing Ruzaan from testing his theory about being able to open locked doors in this place. The first room was boring- just a mess of medical things in various states of disarray- but then Ruzaan's montrals, evolved to hunt small rodents, picked up on a scrtiching sound behind Door #2. Ruzaan threw open the door and the game was afoot!

The small creature, holding some kind of shiny plastic in its mouth- was that a technology thing?- made a dart for a vent no more than 2 feet in size. It disappeared into the vent and Ruzaan could hear its claws scrabbling for purchase inside the thin metal. Using his finely-tuned hunting instincts, honed over fourteen years on his home planet of Shili, Ruzaan tracked the creature's progress through the vent and raised his hand, calling on the Force to crush the vent some 3 feet into the vent, ahead of where the creature was attempting to escape. "Clove, check this out!" he called back to the half-Sephi, taking a position on the side of the vent that the creature had disappeared into- now the only exit. He was certain that she would find the bloody bag interesting, and if things went well he could also show her how his people hunted thimars. He was certain that this wasn't a thimar, but he wasn't about to let that stop him!

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[The Gatekeeper]

CRUMBLING RUINS
THE ALTAR

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The man who'd been Drak would find the sword hot even through his armour and thermal undersuit, although it did provide enough protection to get the sword back where it belonged in the bonfire without being more than uncomfortable. Flames flickered and flared just after the rusted weapon sank into the wood and stone, motes of heat and light dancing just above before the fire settled back down to normal. There were no other effects that the armoured man noticed.

Behind the altar the water's flow was more obvious the closer one approached. As some had pointed out it must be coming from somewhere or other. At it's edge the water washed unevenly over like the shore of a beach, sinking into stone cracked and chipped by some ancient event. It looked crystal clear at a glance. Closer inspection showed it was actually difficult to see more than a foot down, although whether that was from the illumination or some other factor wasn't immediately obvious. Visible was a set of worn-down stairs. Obviously, it'd been a proper passageway at one point.

Virago's altar investigation turned up little in and of itself. Or at least, nothing that made much more sense. The flickering candle flame didn't seem to react much to her touching more glyphs, blowing gently in a nonexistent breeze in the vague direction of the armoured man. Rather, the curious woman saw something else.

A particular glyph her fingers brushed against drew her eyes like moths to light, pulling on the exploratory woman's infinite curiosity over the unknown. Time seemed to stand still for her, unmoving, as the glyph shifted and changed beneath her touch. The very engraving glowed like hot coals, lines disappearing and new ones carving themselves into the stone. A distant whispering met her ears, the previously unreadable symbol replaced by something like a single eye with an X crossed through it while a sound like rapid heart beats pounded in her ears.

When she blinked, and time resumed, the symbol was exactly the way it'd been just before. Only Virago saw the changes and experienced what they'd done, whatever that might be. For everyone else, it might well seem she'd just been staring blankly at the altar for a few seconds.

Ryun's observation of the pools would reveal the glowing had no obvious source, although it did appear stronger toward the back of the pool. The armoured man who'd been Drak would find something else quite interesting, pulling his full attention from anything else. Green candle flame that subtly followed in his direction on an invisible breeze. Behind the dark visor his eyes would struggle to look away. It was strangely beautiful, more than a regular fire. Maybe it held the purpose he'd lost?

Meanwhile Senin hovered over the switch he'd found, no decision made as of yet. What path would these trapped rats take?

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[The Gatekeeper]

Spoiler: Humble Town

HUMBLE TOWN.

Trini stepped back quickly from Allery as she whirled. The Amaran initially looked panicked as the strange entity before her described their situation, but as Allery spoke, a change came over Trini's features.

"The only way out of here is to die? What kind of an answer is that?!"

The Amaran straightened. The fear that had been etched on her features a moment ago had been transmuted to anger.

"I'm kriffing Trini Halrixien! I've survived death squads, bombs, nekfights, lightfights, Sith lightning, killer droids and the living dead! Some rotten mansion on a planet I've never heard of isn't gonna get me!"

She turned to the Togruta.

"But... we should stick together. Which direction do you want to go?"

@Logan @Eccles @Nor'baal @Nefieslab @Wit @DarkSaber

HUMBLE TOWN

Ashla was following Allery's words to Trini, her head titling in curiosity at what she thought she saw on the woman's features when the Amaran had turned her around. She would have been screaming if not for the Amaran taking the lead on speaking up and voicing everything that the Togruta was also feeling. So she hid her worries as best as she could and listened in silence as Trini let anger take hold. That, that helped. Ashla found comfort in that, fear is just as potent a gateway to the Dark Side as anger, but in situations like this anger was better. It helped when the hand that was feeding you was not the same hand that you needed to fight against. The Amaran's anger and boasting helped Ashla push down on the fear, and the act of indifference that she was trying to put up felt a little less like an act.

"Yes," she replied, her eyes on their not-so-innocent seeming guide, "we stick together." She pulled her gaze from Allery and turned to Trini, giving her a brief smile and a nod. "We stick together. This way."

With that she started walking, and headed for the steps leading upstairs. She had no idea where she wanted to go, not now, not in the grand scheme of things, but answers... Answers meant knowledge, and knowledge was strength. Or at least all those overly-dramatic Sith texts she had been reading seemed to think so.

@Logan @AutoFox

Humble Town​

Well the Dark Side was definitely actively in use here – because it felt like it was trying to rise up and grab him by the throat. If the presence of the Dark Side got much stronger he was sure that he would be able to physically see it and that… hell, looking toward the raging flames of the pyre he wasn’t actually sure if he wasn’t already seeing it in a physical form.

From what he could see, there were runes around the pyre itself and they were glowing ominously. Usually runes wrapping around something was usually a sign that they were connected to the ritual with but Crix didn’t want to mess with them. As far as he knew there was a fifty fifty chance that they were either feeding the ritual or keeping it contained.

Knowing his luck, carving through some runes with his lightsaber might be what caused the entire thing to go wildly out of what limited control these cultists actually held over the whole thing. He gritted his teeth, casting his gaze around until he spotted a very pale sentient standing in front of a writhing mass of black thoughts and regrets.

Well, it looked like a portal really.

But Crix wasn’t going to call it a portal when it all-but screamed at him how tainted and broken it all was. It stank to the high heavens of the Dark Side, death and bad decisions. In his time as a Jedi, however, Crix had come to realize that what was expected of him, what was required of him as a Knight; it was to throw himself into these things.

To throw himself at sources of death and regret and hatred so that other people didn’t need to suffer through them. He let out a small sigh.

“I’m going to do something stupid.” He warned his Sith companion, “Think you can tell if the runes are restrictions or boosters or something? Wreck them if they’re not for safety or something.”

He would do whatever he wanted in the end, of course, because Crix wasn’t his supervisor or whatever. Taking a deep breath, Crix gripped his lightsaber in his right hand before sprinting forward, past the pyre and it’s cultists toward the inky black mass of swirling shadows – when he was within a foot, he jumped with a yell, launching himself into and through the portal.

@Logan @vamp

HUMBLE TOWN
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The being...Eri...absorbed the dark side's presence, loving every second of it. It was as if she was on the way to paradise, nearing closer and closer...and then she fell. She had been standing frozen, enraptured, stone faced; but her enjoyment was wrecked by the sudden realization that something was missing, lacking. At that moment, she sensed the presence of a Jedi and acknowledged the strange voice in her head...but it had been so right all along. It had gotten her this far. It deserved obedience. Eri glanced in the direction of the Jedi and his companion and was shocked as he leaped into the portal that had just been opened.

I will...do as you say.

Trusting that he would enjoy the sudden onslaught of the dark side when it had formerly been silent, Eri ignored the Sith nearby and followed Crix through the shadows, yelling "Wait for me please!" in a desperate voice. She would ideally land on the other side in a fetal position, a helpless twi'lek with big, blue eyes, victim to the power of the dark side and fearing for her life; the last thing she needed was conflict with a Jedi when there was something to be done...after all, he was supposed to help.

@Logan @Nefieslab

HUMBLE TOWN

DM post

• When @Mik Deluto went to embrace his wife, he would find that his arms would simply pass through her. She would reappear behind him, her small, bony fists smacking him in his back.
  
  You are nothing Mik Deluto. Her voice was raspy but filled with malice, dripping with the poison of a wasted life, of dying alone and angry and scared. You should be the one who is dead. YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO IS STUCK HERE FOREVER.
  
  More fists, scratching, feral. She would kill Mik if he let her.
  
  Would he?

Although all of it started to feel like a fever dream, Mik definitely felt the pain of his late wife's bony fingers scratching against his back, ruining his suit and crying about the unfairness of fate. He hadn't been at fault in her addiction, or her death, had he? What was this about being stuck here forever? Was this what happened after death?

Mik suddenly turned around and tried to grab Mia's hands, "What do you mean, stuck here?" he asked her. Mik had always seen death as something final, something only those blasted Force sensitives could somehow transcend. He worked tirelessly to get the funds for Jana Kang's research into the detox adrenals that could've saved Mia, that would save countless like her. Although seeing his wife like this broke his heart, he didn't think he deserved to spend an eternity stuck in a white room after death. He didn't want this fate for himself.

@Logan

Allery remained quiet during @Trini Halrixien's outburst. Embers of mischief danced behind her eyes, her gaze never leaving the tiny Amaran. When Trini had finally finished speaking, a smirk split Allery's lips, and for just a split moment a glint would catch on her teeth, like light hitting a knife's edge.

All of that may be true, Allery said, shrugging her shoulders slightly. But here? You are no one.

As the trio ascended the stairs, Ashla and Trini would notice that it seemed as if the stairs were never ending. Up and up they went, step after step, following the spiral of stairs so long that it almost made them sick. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, they would reach a landing at the top of the stairs.

The light on the landing was dim, Ashla and Trini barely able to see more than a meter or two in front of their face. The hallway before them had no doors or windows, at least not that they could see.

Be careful where you step, Allery would say suddenly from behind Ashl and Trini. Monsters lurk in the dark.

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As @Crix Aran and @Erialex took the plunge through the portal, they would be hit with a feeling of weightlessness. The contentedness that came with it would last only for a few moments before it would change to something more akin to intense nausea. They would flip, turn and twist and it would seem like they were going to die.

But then they didn't. After a time, they each would land hard on the ground. The ground beneath them now was cold and a little damp and it felt like rough stone. Once their eyes adjusted to the light, they come to find they were in some kind of cell. It was decent sized and the doors were barred, locked tight.

The dampness clung to them and when they looked, they would see the floor - and now themselves - were slick with blood. It wasn't fresh, not entirely. It was thick like slime and smelled like metal. In the far corner of the cell was a pile of old corpses.

Around them, there was nothing but silence.

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Mik's question ceased the assault for a moment. Though her fast was still twisted with resentment and rage, tears streaking from the corners of her eyes.

I can never leave here, Mik. She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a split moment, Mik would see his wife shimmer. almost as if she were fading out of vision. She would look like she used to, whole, clean, and happy. It faded as quickly as it had come and Mik's wife returned to what she was. Decrepit, wasting away, broken.

You still have a choice. You can stay and be with me forever, or you can leave me here all alone.

A portal would manifest in the room with Mik, and even he would be able to tell that it was unstable and it would not last for long. He would have to make his choice quickly or it would be made for him.

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[Mik Deluto]

HUMBLE TOWN

DM post

• Mik's question ceased the assault for a moment. Though her fast was still twisted with resentment and rage, tears streaking from the corners of her eyes.
  
  I can never leave here, Mik. She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
  
  For a split moment, Mik would see his wife shimmer. almost as if she were fading out of vision. She would look like she used to, whole, clean, and happy. It faded as quickly as it had come and Mik's wife returned to what she was. Decrepit, wasting away, broken.
  
  You still have a choice. You can stay and be with me forever, or you can leave me here all alone.
  
  A portal would manifest in the room with Mik, and even he would be able to tell that it was unstable and it would not last for long. He would have to make his choice quickly or it would be made for him.

For a moment Mik forgot about all his doubts and fears. Seeing his wife as she looked before the accident, how she still looked on the holo-image on his desk or those in his Cantonica home. If she had asked him then, in that very moment whether he'd stay he wouldn't have had to think twice, but she didn't.. she asked after she returned to her decrepit, broken state.

Now her words fell flat. He didn't have his answer about the afterlife and he feared it. An eternity stuck in a white room, wasting away like Mia had. Was his love for his late wife that strong, or had it faded in the years since her death. His eyes went for the portal. Was this the choice between living or an eternity of torment? Would getting tortured together be worth such a fate? His eyes shifted back to Mia and if she was truly his late wife than she would understand the look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered with a broken voice and then quickly made his way through the portal. He didn't want to see her reaction, he didn't want to hear her response and he would most likely never forgive himself.





@Logan

 

[Trini Halrixien]

HUMBLE TOWN.

Trini glowered at Allery as she smirked, the Amaran drawing her stingbeam and holding it ready at her side. She followed along behind Ashla, continuing to keep an eye on Allery as they walked.

"The hells I am." She muttered darkly.

When they reached the landing, Trini turned back to Allery as she spoke, producing a glowrod from her pocket and briefly shining it on the strange female before aiming it ahead into the gloom.

"This building makes no architectural sense. There was no room for that many stairs, based on what I saw outside."

She peered ahead down the long, dark hallway.

"What kind of monsters? I'm presuming they won't take any more kindly to you than to us."

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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Abandoned Building
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"I can confirm that the dead bodies are in fact dead." Clove called out to make sure everyone heard her loud and clear. "Judging the state of their body, I think they died because of starvation because I don't see any other injury or anything weird."

Then Ruz called her over. Which she more than happily obliged because those bodies began to creep her out. Their wrists were almost as thin as her thumb. Well, not literally but they might as well have been. A shiver ran down her spine at the mere thought.

"Right. I'm coming Ruz."

She approached Ruz with quick steps to get away from the carcasses as quickly as possible. By the sounds of it, he had crushed a vent. It would explain why he was crouched in front of it, to some degree. It looked so silly and out of place in such a nightmarish place that she burst out into innocent giggles. "What is it? Did you capture something?"

Clove noticed the large bag with blood oozing out of it and a data card next to Ruz's feet while listening to his response. "You dropped something." She said as she approached the blood bag with a curious frown. She gently pressed a single finger against the clean side of the bag, attempting to feel the temperature of the blood. Because there would be a serious problem if it turned out to be warm

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

Crumbling Ruins​

“Can you see what it is?”

Sah’ra continued to stare into the pool, curiosity twisting her brow as she tried to peer into the depths. It was oddly beautiful; so clear at the surface yet incredibly murky and impossible to see through further below. Try as she might, she couldn’t find a suitable answer to offer the Arkanian woman.

”No,” she replied softly, her eyes never moving away from the water. Silently she mused in disdain at the thought of the water being their potential path away from this cursed place. She had wanted to get out of the rain to stay dry and warm, and it seemed like this was fate laughing in her face for her erroneous thought process. Be it braving the storm with little in the way of shelter or by submerging herself in this mysterious reservoir, she would be forced to drench herself one way or another. ”I hate this planet…”

“Look! There is a switch into the wall over there!”

The masked man’s call finally diverted Sah’ra’s attention as she had begun to prepare to slip her robe from her shoulders before taking the plunge, looking to the switch he had indicated. It was hard for her to deny that an alternative route was preferable over diving in to some mysterious water body in a ruin that had already offered them much in the way of mystery and horror, but who was to say this switch wasn’t yet another trap? She would proceed to drop the cloak from her shoulders, revealing the stark black tunic and leggings that she was adorned in underneath as well as her assorted knives and lightsaber hilts, before crossing her arms across her chest.

”Well by all means, young man. Switch away,” she responded, a sing-song tone emphasizing her final words as she smiled sweetly in his direction. If this was yet another trap, better he take the risk than her after all. If things went south, she was prepared to dive into the water body at her side and explore the alternative but for now, she would watch with a great deal of interest to see how it all played out.

@Mr. Teatime @LouJoVi @llamallove @Tom @Versok​

 

[Ashla Ti]

HUMBLE TOWN

Ashla had to agree with Trini's comment about the manor's architecture, they had been climbing for a really long time. But then this wasn't the first time something weird had happened this night. Something had drawn them all here, that fog outside and been anything but natural, and then there was the voice she had heard, the figure she had seen, the hand she had taken. And she got the feeling that it might not be the last oddity they would encounter.

As they finally reached the top of the staircase, finding themselves in a dark, uninviting hallway. As Allery spoke from behind them, Ashla finally had enough and reached under her cloak and grabbed one of the blades hanging there.

"In that case," she replied as she activated the shoto, the lightsaber's blue blade acting like a slightly oversized glow-stick and gave them some light to go by, "let there be light."

She began walking walking down the hallway, looking back at at Alley and Trini as she began moving. "Coming?"

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[Arctus Friers]

[Not-so] Abandoned Building​

The door behind him slid shut the moment Arctus walked past the threshold and into the "room". It was the creak of the wood that caught the former smuggler's attention but he had been a little too slow to turn around and maybe stick his foot between the door and the door jamb. One hand found the knob after holstering a blaster pistol, twisting and trying to pull the door open but to no avail. With the door firmly shut, the only way to turn to was forward.

Of freaking course.

The Padawan turned to face Charlie with a small shake of his head. "Door's pretty much stuck shut."

Arctus took a few calming breaths, ignoring the way his heart pounded against his ribs. With narrowed eyes he tried to see past the orange mist to try and ascertain their new surroundings. The attempt was pretty much futile – the mist was too thick and instead of giving him the feeling of being surrounded or wrapped up it felt as though the mist itself was trying to swallow him up. The feeling raised yet another red flag, and another when he realized he couldn't see past a few feet in front of him.

He tried to reach out to Charlie, maybe to hold her arm so they wouldn't lose each other in the mist. At the last second he abandoned the thought, instead opting to stand as close to her as he could without invading her personal space. He didn't want to get skewered by that lightsaber she was holding.

"Got no choice but to press forward," he said absent-mindedly before walking ahead. Through the orange mist he could see the looming figures of support pillars towering around the place. Another wave of unease washed over the Padawan as he passed one tall pillar after another. With visibility next to nothing he could feel that the "room" the door to the chapel led through wasn't actually a room. Were they outside the building now?

Arctus had lost count how long he and Charlie have been walking. The place – if they were indoors, still – seemed to defy the very laws of physics. Thoughts of "Shit's bigger on the inside" and "Where the heck is the end?" ran unbidden in the former smuggler's mind. He kept his blaster trained ahead, feeling a little more paranoid (who wouldn't? He couldn't see kark) that some twisted, flesh-eating creature might jump at him or Charlie at any given moment.

Only the sound of their footfalls broke through the silence so far. Just as when Arctus was about to complain about the length of whatever space they found themselves in while still feeling trapped in the orange mist, he caught sight of another door ahead. Still mindful of Charlie beside him, the Padawan approached the new door with growing apprehension and interest. It looked like a normal door, save for the fact that the wood it was made out of looked almost rotted. Weird. Hazel grey eyes then scanned the faded bronze of the door handle.

He reached forward to grasp the handle, but not before closing his eyes in preparation for whatever surprise the door handle might have.

His hand closed on cold bronze.

Nothing happened.

Arctus opened his eyes with a small grin.

"If this leads to another misty place, I swear I'm gonna shoot that jackass priest," he idly commented before moving to twist the handle and would push the door open if, by some miracle, it wasn't locked. At this point he had lost nearly all common sense to try and listen for any signs of life or movement on the other side of the door.

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[Felix]

Abandoned Building​

Felix would watch in silence and observe the room still keeping an eye out for anything that might sneak up, especially now that rangers had gone chasing the doctor, there was only the three of them with the sith soldier also. they were investigating.

The commotion Ruz was making did draw his attention to other padawans, "what have you found, Ruzaan?" He was curious as to what he had found in the vent, his eye glanced to the bloody bag in the closet as he made his way to the two. This place seemed to offer more questions than answers as to what was going on here.


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[Senin Ravelo]

Crumbling Ruins


Senin was still unsure if he should pull the switch. It could open a door for them to exit this cursed place. However, it could also be a trap. After what happened early with Gamall, the Acolyte came to the conclusion that nothing in this place was what it seemed to be. They need to be careful.

However, in his opinion the switch still could be their best chance to escape. The Mandalorian wanted to investigate the water flux on the pool behind the altar, but the Acolyte was skeptical of that. Who knows what could be in these waters. Even if they find an underwater tunnel or something like that, they don’t have the equipment necessary to survive there.

After the woman said her opinion about the switch, by using an annoying sing-song voice, Senin decided that he hated her. At least he had found something that could be useful for them to escape. "So be it." saying that, the Acolyte would activate the switch. He hoped that nothing worse would come from that.

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[Charlotte Le'Anna]

OOC – Not-So-Abandoned Building

The door closed. Despite herself, Charlotte jumped. The Jedi thankfully went to check but found only more terrible news. “Greeeeat…forward it is.” The pair began to make their way through the mist. Withing each step the mist seemed to close in around them. It wasn’t solid but it sure as fuck felt dense. Charlotte poured the Force into her body, seeking to heighten her eyesight. None of it matter. The mist remained dense. The only seemingly random pillars the only signs of progress. Wonder what those meant?

For once her life, Charlotte was thankful she was not alone. She could not care less it was a Jedi. He was close enough she swore she could hear his breathing. Oddly, it was comforting. The scary mean Sith was absolutely terrified. If the something was going to try and kill them, she figured the Light would be their best weapon. That and she felt better knowing she would die alone.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Sith and Jedi found a door. Like any brave Jedi, he tried the door first. Charlotte was more than happy. “I’m going to kill him anyways.” And she was. She was going to burn this whole damn place to the ground. “I’ll watch out our back.” Charlotte turned to gaze out into the mist, senses extended, lightsaber hilt in her hand, and Force roaring in her chest. Let this be a way out. Fucking please.

@Phoenix @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Lorcan]

Abandoned Building​

Lorcan had the urge to stab the drugged up individual to save himself the potential hassle of dealing with the creature when it was sober but he held off. He wasn't amongst Sith right now, which meant that murder being the easiest route forward was no longer a universally accepted truth. Part of him wanted to rage about it and the rest of him wanted to admit that he was enjoying the change of pace, though he'd never admit it aloud to anyone.

The doctor working on the patient had run and, looking at the state he'd left the guy in, he'd done so out of fear of being sued to death. Serious malpractice alarm bells ringing and, yet, Lorcan wasn't entirely convinced that drugging these people up to their eyeballs and calling it a day wasn't the only non-lethal option. Guy upstairs with his fingers had been... an experience to say the least.

One of the Jedi children was screeching again... joy. Lorcan would use the covers of the bed to tie the patient to the bed just in case the drugs wore off before moving on. Passing the room with the blood bag and the two screeching Jedi children, Lorcan stopped in the doorway and just stared.

"... I'm not gonna ask. Just down do anything I wouldn't."

Before running to try and catch up with the Rangers.

@Phoenix @LilyNion @SlagathorTheUnknown @Sreeya @Altaris

 

[Drak Vúlfur]

Crumbling Ruins​

After leaving the sword back where it belonged, the Mandalorian took a good look around so many lights flickering around, all of them calming his mind, but one of them in particular called his attention, the green flame that was strangely calling to him, the Mandalorian had always have a fascination for fire, his main weapon usually being the flames that burned his enemies...Even though it reminded him of the many sinful things he had done in the past, the people he had killed...This fire was not unsettling him at all.

Perhaps there was a reason that light was calling to him? Drak approached the flame slowly, sparkling eyes hidden behind his dark visor...This had to mean something, there had to be a reason he was so enchanted by the light, perhaps it contained his lost memories, his higher purpose? Perhaps this light would make him understand why he burned everything with such zealotry in the past...Perhaps he would be whole again.

And so, if unopposed, the candle with the green light would be now on his hands.

@llamallove @Tulos @LouJoVi @Tom @Mr. Teatime

 

[Darius Belari]

Abandoned Building
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Darius really wasn’t surprised that the Doctor didn’t stop running – forcing himself and Livi to give chase like this was some kind of ridiculous police pursuit. Given the fact that Darius had spent the better part of his adolescence running from law enforcement as a petty thief, the irony of the entire situation wasn’t at all lost on him.

While being on the opposite side of that spectrum was a bit of an eye-opener, none of that meant he was any less pissed with the present situation.

Of course, being a Ranger meant that Darius had certain rules to abide by. Despite very much wanting to do so, he couldn’t just shoot the guy while his back was turned. As such, the Lokkian switched his pistol to stun and leveled the barrel onto the doctor. The abandoned patient, however, served to obscure his shot – while additionally creating an unexpected obstacle in his path. He narrowly avoided tripping over the grandma in a wheelchair, stumbling a bit before breaking back into a sprint.

Luckily, the doctor reached the end of the hall and began fumbling with his keys – allowing for the sprinting Lokkian to quickly close in on him. This presented Darius with a few new options, forcing him to make a decision right then and there. Killing the guy both wasn’t a good idea, and likely would’ve ended up with him being put onto administrative leave. And speaking from experience, riddling the doctor with stun bolts would’ve made him completely worthless. Thus, Darius did the most logical thing.

He tried to tackle the guy.

Lowering his blaster pistol and tucking it back into his holster, Darius picked up the pace and made a bee-line for the doctor – cutting right in front of Livi has he did so. In a move that would’ve made Bom Trady proud, Darius lunged forward, attempting to drive his shoulder into the doctor and take him to the ground. “What part of “STOP” didn’t click!?” He did all this, while internally crossing his fingers at what his fellow Ranger-in-training was about to do in response. Hopefully, Livi didn’t shoot him in the process.

Again.

@Sreeya @Phoenix @SlagathorTheUnknown @christhebetrayer @Resonance @Valen Pelora @LilyNion @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Crix Aran]

Humble Town​

Throwing himself through a strange portal was one thing but being followed by a pale twi-lek with some black head tattooes was with him. She seemed rather desperate but that kind of made sense - he didn't think that anyone aside from the most fool creatures would fit in here at all. He stared down at the twi-lek for a second before he made his decision.

Regardless of what this situation seemed like... he was still a Jedi so he held out his left hand for her to take.

"Come with me and we'll make it out alive."

Of course he wanted to throw up because of the experience of the portal itself but still - he was doing his best to project confidence. Looking around, Crix's eyes narrowed and his grip on his lightsaber tightened as he looked at the metal of the cell bars around them. Next, the smell caught up with him and he very nearly threw up once more.

Gagging on the smell of so much blood, he looked down and around at both of them now covered in old blood of varying ages and corpses long since dead. He swallowed thickly and ignited his lightsaber before attempting to cut through the lock of the cell doors.

"We need to move... I don't know where we are but corpses and blood pools...?" he grimaced and gagged again, "Force above it's disgusting..."

@Logan @DarkSaber

 

[Livi Cross]

ABANDONED BUILDING​

Livi cursed as the doctor threw the patient in the way. Normally this wouldn’t have stopped her, but she knew she had some rules if she wanted to be a Ranger. Blaster still set on stun, she broke into a run along with Darius. While he sailed past her, she took the time to gingerly roll the wheelchair out of the way, pausing for a moment to inspect the patient. However, she was soon distracted by the sound of Darius yelling up ahead.

Livi darted in behind the other Ranger just in time to watch him do an impressive tackle. Her eyes widened at the sight, and she was vaguely reminded of her cheerleading days watching the ball players at her school tackle the opposing team. While the move was impressive, she couldn’t understand why he didn’t just stun him. For all they knew, the doctor had some shady syringe or weapon on him to be able to stab someone. She had no desire to get close to the doctor.

The Ranger to be had her blaster trained on the doctor nevertheless, standing close enough to get an accurate shot to stun him. Her main goal, however, were the keys he hopefully dropped. If they landed on the ground, she would quickly snatch them up. Any means of getting out of here was the number one priority.

@Phoenix @Altaris @Nefieslab

 

[Ripley Virago]

Crumbling Ruins: The Altar
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Frozen in time, Ripley held quite still. Unmoving and silent, not even daring to breathe lest it disturb the bizarre and marvelous trance the glyph had pulled her into. She gazed intently at the symbol, white eyes unblinking as her breath caught in her throat and her fingers lingered on the altar, unwilling to move.

Mesmerized, the Arkanian was oblivious to her surroundings and her companions. No longer did she hear the gentle trickle of moving water, the subtle flicker of the flame, or the brazen words of the angry fellow. Heat signatures so keenly picked up were no longer registered.

All that remained was this glyph, gradually morphing and taking the form of a new, recognizable shape. A single eye, crossed out. Her eyes widened, and the warmth of a whisper brushed against her ears. She reached to place a calming hand over her pounding heart, only to realize that it was not her own heart that she heard.

Blinking once, everything was as it had been before. The symbol, the whisper, the heartbeat— all gone.

The Arkanian turned, spinning her head around to face the rest of the group. Her lips parted, but her words fell away upon the realization that none of them had witnessed what she had.

Each of them were busy with their own discoveries, the Mandalorian drawn toward the flickering candle, the woman near the water that flowed behind the altar. The other two men had found a secret lever and hovered near it, debating whether they ought to pull it or not.

Was it their way out of this pit of death? Or was it just another trap? It was anyone's guess, but Ripley was glad that she would be allowed the comfort of finding out from a safe distance.

Ripley stood, crossing the altar to join the other woman beside the water. Halfway, she drew to a stop and cast a sidelong glance, her head still as she searched for the source of movement in her peripheral. Nothing.

Shapes formed at the edge of her vision. Sudden, unexplained movement, and yet there was nothing there. No one had moved. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

Was she beginning to see things? Was her mind playing tricks on her?

Frowning, the Arkanian joined the other woman by the water. Noticing the numerous knives and lightsaber hilts concealed across the woman's person, Ripley was suddenly very glad that she had not picked a fight with the woman.

The Arkanian leaned down, running her hand through the water. She was not opposed to a late night swim if it meant getting out of here but did want to determine the water's temperature before wading in.

@Mr. Teatime @Versok @Tom @LouJoVi @Tulos​