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 The World Is a Dark Place, Soloquest (SKP)
Unaffiliated · 56 Posts
Posted on: Aug 12 2017, 08:26 PM
Played by Rydia · 24 years · · Civilian
See you later? Nah. Hear you later.
Finn was deep in the Dark Levels today. He could feel it. With every step he took, the air pressed down on him. It smothered him with it wet thickness, making his skin clammy and hot; his clothes stuck to his body, finding that they’d rather stay close than flow freely and let the air breathe against him. It enjoyed the perspiration that beaded at his forehead and clumped his hair together. It laughed at him; it mocked him as he waded through it with hand pressed to a wall and feet nearly shuffling to keep him from tripping and falling. It coated the metal hallways and corridors, doing its best to make everything slippery underfoot. Every inhaled breath was a conscious decision. Breathe in. Feel the water clog the nose, making it run and forcing one to sniff loudly every few seconds to keep the nostrils clear, and then settle on the tongue; feel it slide thickly down one’s throat until it settled in the bottom of one’s lungs to turn into a stagnant pool. With every breath this heavy air deposited just a little more water in his lungs. It was easier to breathe through his mouth than his nose at this point. Even then he still had to sniff and swallow hard to alleviate the mucus filling his nose.

He could have turned back, it probably would have been easier, but Finn wanted to know. The desperation of a wild, ravenous curiosity clawed at his heart, his head, driving him onward and inward into dangerous territory. The taste of adventure had finally caught up to him, propelling him on, whispering sweet rewards and ecstasy into his ears. He was an explorer, going where very few had before. It thrilled his blood, making it run faster, allowing it to bay in his ears as a wolf on the hunt. Onward. Go onward, it cried, press deeper, reach further, test your mettle, come to the end of your rope and then climb it. Today was a day for adventuring. Today was a day of pushing reality away and not looking back. Today was a day that would go down in one man’s history as a day he would never forget. Today was a good day.

He could hear it, even before his hand met air where the wall turned away as a bashful woman would from a suitor. The light plip, plip, plip of water dripping into water echoed faintly down toward him, inviting him further into the passage. His own careful steps bounced gently from metal wall to metal wall, laughing merrily, gently in his wake. They too pressed him on with the knowledge that he was the only one down here in the thick-air, humid depths of the crashed and wrecked ship that brought humanity to living, yet forsaken planet they called home. Metal creaked and bent, pressing against each other as the ship shifted every now and then. And then, he was standing in the open.

The slick, damp metal bent away from his reaching hand, and the presence on the other side of him eased up. The plip, plip, plip of gentle drops had risen to a full plop, plop, plop off to his left perhaps ten or fifteen feet away. It echoed, bouncing off a wall somewhere in front of him at a distance he could not name, and when it finally returned to him it was nothing more than a whisper that nudged his ears. There was a creak and a groan as something shifted, and toppled, clanging once and sploshed as it struck water. Gentle murmurings of small waves lapped at metal far ahead of him. Certainly he was near the heart of the ship. Finn took a breath and let it out slowly. The soft whoosh spread out and around, seemingly to go on and on. He stood in a big room, he could tell, but he had no idea just how big.

Finn readjusted the gun at his back, hidden under his shirt tail, pulled his cane from his pocket and unfolded with several faint clicks as it locked into place. He tapped around gently, feeling the rubble that built up at his feet. He took a step up and the metal shifted and ground angrily under his feet. It had been disturbed in who knows how long. Finn was, perhaps, the only person who had seen this place since it had been grounded. Well, see in every other sense of the word. The darkness still wrapped around, enveloping the entirety of the place in its all-consuming arms. It could easily frighten others with its stories and tales that pulled one’s mind into despair, but Finn was a friend. An old friend and he had embraced the darkness whole-heartedly ten years ago. Was thrust into really, but he accepted it nevertheless, and claimed it as his own. It had become such an innate part of him he no longer thought of himself in darkness. It was nothing really. Nothing was there. It baffled everyone else, but he couldn’t explain it as more than nothing. People thought he could only live partially without sight, but he certainly lived wholly. Nothing was sight, but he felt more, heard more, tasted more, and understood more than most anyone. How was that living partially? It wasn’t.

Tapping his cane in front of him, Finn could feel the start of a gentle decline. It was covered with rubble, scrap metal, and who knows what else, perhaps bones of men long dead. It was a hazard for anyone, especially for a blind man, but he continued forward nevertheless, slipping here and there on the slick surface and wobbling bit of trash. It was slow going, but Finn didn’t mind, he was quite enjoying this.

Today was a good day. Today was a day for wild excursions, heart thundering against one’s chest in excitement and anticipation. Today was a day to savor the freedom one could hardly gain in the living, sight-filled world above. Today was a day of reckless abandonment and adventure. Today was a day for testing one’s mettle. Today was a day like never before.
Unaffiliated · 14 Posts
Posted on: Aug 12 2017, 09:43 PM
Played by Opal · ???? years · ???? · ????
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Suddenly, something shifted in the middle of the room, probably a good ten meters away from Finn. A gentle shifting, soft and slithery. And then, a single tap, like a heavy knocking on hollow metal, echoing both through the room and through the hollowness beneath.

The tapping continued, drawing closer. At first, it sounded like whatever was making the taps had four legs, but as it neared, the tapping reduced to clear bipedal footsteps. Then, for a short period of time, the taps were muffled by splashes, as if it was crossing water. It stopped, maybe three meters from Finn, and there was a soft whirring noise.

A moment later, an entirely different, and much more shrill, whirr started up again. If Finn was attentive, he might be able to feel a thin, horizontal line of heat passing down his body, as if he was being scanned by something.

The shrill whirring stopped, and a moment later, there was a beep. Suddenly, there was a veritable cacophony of clicks and whirs and, suddenly, the taps were approaching Finn, much faster, and with much more force.

@Finnian Brinelow
So! I'm unsure how much you were tracking the other SK thread, so I'll give a quick explanation here again: since I can't go into the SK's headspace because of spoilers, this will be more of a controlled DMed encounter than anything. I will have the SK make attacks and interact with your character, and you can have your character respond as you please. Tell me if you need more!
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Posted on: Aug 19 2017, 07:13 PM
Played by Rydia · 24 years · · Civilian
See you later? Nah. Hear you later.
Finn perked as something shifted and then promptly ignored it. It was probably the ship shifting and settling once more. That was, until the tap that echoed around him and the room. That was not the ship settling. It sounded more like something had fallen, but there was no bouncing or rolling away to be heard. Just that one solitary tap.

He took a step back and then froze for a moment as there was another tap. And then another, and another. Finn stepped back, slipping a little on a piece of loose trash. The taps turned into steps and Finn’s heart flew up into his throat. Shit. Oh shit. It was coming toward him, straight for him. Finn turned and scrambled up the small incline and over trash and scrap metal. All stealth had been abandoned in his trek upwards to get out and away from whatever was coming for him. He heard it cross the water and then stopped. Finn paused too, head turning toward it to hear it better. A soft whir came from it which then turned sharper and louder. Finn stepped away instinctively as a line of heat passed down over him. What the hell? He took another cautious step away, feeling out with the cane. There was some clear space ahead of him. Good, it’d make it easier to get out of this place.

The whirring halted and Finn froze again. Now what? It beeped and Finn’s brow furrowed in confusion. It suddenly exploded into sounds, clicking and whirring and tapping. It was louder and with far more force than before, coming, much to Finn’s horror, after him. The man scrambled away, over the loose debris, trying to make it for the hallway he had entered by. His heart was pounding against his chest as fear grabbed hold of it, squeezing it tightly. He made it several steps before he slipped on a loose piece of metal. It scraped against the ground underneath him and his knee buckled. Finn fell hard, lost his grip on the cane and it went clattering away out of reach. His hands slapped against the ground; metal and trash dug into his palms. He pushed himself up to his knees and then his feet. With that mistake, there was no escaping this thing. It would be on him faster than a bullet. But still he had to try. He took another step.
Unaffiliated · 14 Posts
Posted on: Aug 23 2017, 03:49 PM
Played by Opal · ???? years · ???? · ????
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As Finn stumbled over trash, the tapping and whirring continued, until whatever it was came directly upon Finn.

One hand-like something reached out to grab his arm, attempting to spin him around, while another dove directly for his eye. If the attack on his arm landed, six clawlike uneven fingers dug into his flesh, tearing through fabric and skin and cold metal to the touch. If the attack on his face landed, seven sharp points stabbed around his eye, into his nose, brow, and cheek. There was another beep.

And then there was another, deeper groan, and the trash pile the thing must've been standing on shifted. There was a beep, this one sounding considerably more alarmed, and suddenly the thing was sliding backwards and away from Finn. If the hand on Finn's eye landed, the knifelike points suddenly disappeared with little pain, but the hand on his arm would tear and slash flesh as the fingerlike apparatus slipped off. There was a cacophonous avalanche of sound as trash and metal and whatever the hell had just assaulted Finn all slid into a massive splash of water.

@Finnian Brinelow
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Posted on: Aug 27 2017, 02:35 PM
Played by Rydia · 24 years · · Civilian
See you later? Nah. Hear you later.
He was right. It didn’t take long for the thing was upon him. Pain lanced through his upper arm as it grabbed onto him. A gasp of pain and surprise escaped his lips as it forced him to turn. More pain distracted him from the shifting junk under his feet. It bit into his face around his eye. Panic gripped his heart and closed his throat. What the hell was this thing trying to do! Take his eye?

…Oh God.

Oh shit. Nononono!

Realization sent him into action: Finn stepped back but the points digging into his skin followed and the sharp metal in his arm sliced deeper into the muscle. His jaw clenched to keep himself from crying with the pain that lanced up his shoulder and down his spine as his free hand reached for the gun at his back.

A deep groan erupted from the ground underneath them and he felt the ground shift. The thing made an alarmed noise and he felt it start to fall away. The points around his eye disappeared, but the grip around his arm was jerked forward, pulling him off-balance. The sharp edges sliced through the muscle and struck bone before they continued through his arm and slipped away. A cry of agony tore from Finn’s lips adding to the cacophony of crashing metal and rubble. He slid forward on the toppling heap of trash for several feet before he caught himself from falling completely with the thing. He turned, pressed his other hand against the fresh wounds to vainly staunch to the blood slithered down his arm, and tried his best to scamper back up the incline. His teeth gritted together as he desperately tried to push the pain that was threatening to overwhelm him. His mind had to stay clear. The fear and pain couldn’t be allowed to take over or he was dead. His life depended on getting out of here before that thing could catch up to him.

Now where was that entrance? It was at the top of the incline, he knew that. Off to his left? Dead ahead? He was sure it was slightly to his left, but he didn’t know. Oh god, he didn’t know!

Shit.

He was so dead.
Unaffiliated · 14 Posts
Posted on: Aug 27 2017, 06:23 PM
Played by Opal · ???? years · ???? · ????
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The loud splash echoed throughout the room and, if Finn listened carefully, down the hallway he'd come in, the sound bouncing easily off the metal walls and water of the tunnel.

Just as the echoes faded, the whirring started again, accompanied by more shifting of metal. It sounded like the thing was having some trouble getting free. The whirs grew in pitch and loudness as it struggled and then something popped and the trash heap shifted again. Silence for a moment, and then the softer whirs of the thing's normal movement, accompanied by splashing. Then, the sound of water falling out of soaked clothing and back into the puddle in the ground. It was standing.

Splashing began as the thing moved forward, this time moving away, and then parallel to him. It had picked on a different, more stable passageway, but if Finn tried to follow it, no doubt it'd be waiting. However, the detour was giving Finn precious time to escape.

@Finnian Brinelow
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Posted on: Aug 28 2017, 03:38 PM
Played by Rydia · 24 years · · Civilian
See you later? Nah. Hear you later.
Finn continued on his ascent, scrabbling, tripping and slipping on the loose debris. He paused as he realized something. The echo was still going on, sounding different off to… Yes! Off to the left. The way he had come. That’s where it was. He continued on, angling with way toward the continuation of the sound. Frankly he was desperate, and uncaring of the racket he made. Whatever had attacked him knew he was here; there was no reason to be quiet. Anyway, it was being loud itself: whirring and shifting as it tried to free itself from the pile of trash that had no doubt fallen on top of it. Wait, no. It was silent now. Finn paused to breathe, his grip on his arm tightening, keeping pressure on the wounds. He continued on, listening to the thing as it starting moving again.

He was so dead. There was no getting out of this predicament. Whatever it was was going to take his eyes and slaughter him, leaving his body to be found in this rotting hellhole. If his body was found at all. Down this deep there was a possibility that he’d never be discovered and his bones would just join the myriads of those who had died in the crash.

Yup, he was so dead.

But the thing wasn’t moving toward him, not directly. Finn was slightly relieved as he staggered toward the corridor. He was on level ground now he could tell and then the walls of the passageway closed in on him, covering him. He could still hear the thing moving faintly down another passage that he hadn’t known was there. That was okay. It was gone, for now. It might have been doubling back to attack him somewhere else. If that happened, then it happened. For now he had to get out of here before he bled out to death.

The thick warm liquid spilled from the deep gashes, slithering down his arm to gather in the small cup his palm made before it dripped from his fingers to the ground. He was already lightheaded and the agony was starting to stab through the adrenaline that had kept him going.

Finn tripped over a hard block and stumbled for a second before his shoulder slammed into the wall. He hissed in pain and swore under his breath. If he let go of his arm, the blood would start running faster, but he needed to know where he was going. He paused, taking several ragged breaths. The holopad wasn’t going to work so deep down in the darklevels. He had to get up further which meant he had to know his way. Knowing his way wouldn’t help so much if he bled out though. But... He had to do it. Finn let go of his arm, pushed himself away from the wall and reached out for the opposite one. He started moving again, having an inkling of where he was. There’d be several adjacent passages up ahead.
Unaffiliated · 14 Posts
Posted on: Aug 30 2017, 12:52 AM
Played by Opal · ???? years · ???? · ????
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The route the thing had taken was longer, but it was also drier and the thing also covered ground much quicker than Finn did. Unfortunately, the taps of its feet would give away its position entirely, and Finn could probably hear its approach echoing from where the tunnels connected ahead, towards the entrance to the Dark Levels. That echo would give him a direction to head in, too, if he was smart about it.

If given the chance, the thing wouldn't even bother with an ambush, instead turning to meet Finn in the tunnel and attack him. But if Finn managed to get ahead of it, he could conceivably lose it in the slummy crowds of the lower Dark Levels, as well as call for help using his holotab. But that didn't mean it didn't try to catch him.

No matter where he was when it got out, it lunged after him, pursuing him with all its might. The blades of its hands slashed at his back, legs, arms, whatever it could possibly reach to try and catch or incapacitate him.

@Finnian Brinelow
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