| Welcome to Wells Of Silence. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Twisting Threads - Phase II; A thread of immense doom... buaha! | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 30 2006, 01:35 AM (4,646 Views) | |
| Royal Crablettes | Aug 30 2006, 01:35 AM Post #1 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
ooc: Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! A new board. Yay. -does a little dance- FIRST POST IN MONTHS, HERE! |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Aug 30 2006, 10:20 AM Post #2 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
The Shadow Temple had such an unobtrusive, secretive opening. It was hidden, up out of the way, at the back of a ledge in the corner of the graveyard, and if that was not enough, one had to either climb a series of vines to get there or else be really good at jumping and/or teleporting to reach it. Beyond its inaccessibility, though, the entrance itself was rather plain. At least on the outside. It was nothing more than an opening to some steps down into a dark pit area. Now, that area, at least, hinted at the dark and grim interior of the shadow temple, for its walls were covered in obscure and long faded symbols, describing the temple in an archaic form of the Sheikah tongue. It was a round atrium, centered at a raised, also round platform. A dais, surrounded by at least a hundred unlit torches, all just sitting there, begging for a burst of flame and light. The room certainly needed it, for perhaps an addition of light other than the few rays of the sun slanting in through the entryway would reveal the proper front door, likely masked behind one of the large panels painted with one of the large Sheikah Eyes. Link did not remember precisely which one it was – besides, he knew that one had to light all of the lamps to get the door to even open, anyway. Anyhoo… It was into this space that the five of them (plus four fairies) came, footsteps echoing a little in the utterly still chamber. Despite this stillness, though, a soft rustling and murmuring could /almost/ be heard drifting through, as though carried on a breeze. A very peculiar thing, indeed. Zyr, though, heard something more. He heard the voices of the dead murmuring amongst themselves, and he saw, with his strange, glowing eyes, the spectral forms slipping in and out and all around, though never leaving the confines of the temple. He blinked once and shivered a little, thinking of his home. Bith, strangely, was silent for perhaps the first time in years, staring around in wondering awe. Link, meanwhile, sighed, then spoke (softly, for something about this place and its bizarre whispering silence demanded quite, muffled voices), “It doesn’t seem to have changed, much, so it should still open the same way. You have to light all of the torches in here in one go, or at least fast enough that they’re all lit within a few seconds of each other, because the spirits in here snuff them out really quickly.” Navi, sitting on Link’s bangs, left her perch and drifted forward, zipping for the largest panel, behind which the door rested. She fluttered there for a few moments before zipping back. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s the same. Except… Inside isn’t the same, or… at least it doesn’t feel the same.” Bith, of course, was unable to remain silent any more (aw, darn. We /knew/ it couldn’t last!). “Listen! Listen to them all,” he chirped, zipping in a circle around Zyr’s head, then around Karin’s. “So many stories! So many souls… so many things… it’s like… like Ikana, only um… shadowier. And not as sunny during the day. And considerably damper… Oh, and there aren’t any Garo souls here… just Sheikah. But wait, that wasn’t a Sheikah soul… that was a … oooh! I see… wow, this is amazing, isn’t Zyr? I wonder why there are so many bound here, though.” “Shh, Bith,” said Zyr, quietly, his voice even more subdued than normal, and his eyes and expression even more distant. |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Aug 31 2006, 10:47 PM Post #3 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Karin did hear and appreciate the spirits, but her attention was drawn more to the torches. She went to each one, her grin growing wider as she did so. Anko, meanwhile, wasn't nearly as happy. Rubbing her arms, she complained (in a voice that wasn't hushed at all), "Why is it so cold in here? And damp. And dark. I knew that Raisuke came from a pack of moles, but this is even worse than those caverns. Seriously, what does this place have against sunlight?" "It's the Shadow Temple, you know," Dark reminded her, rolling his eyes. He then added beneath his breath, "Idiot." For that, he received a purple-eyed glare, yet Anko didn't retort. Normally, Tatl would have aided (and encouraged) Dark in berating Anko for her comments, yet she -- as she had been since the incident at Snowhead -- remained quiet, glancing over to Tael (who was sleeping on top of Link's hat, as he tended to sleep as much as he could those days due to circumstances that were beyond his control) every few moments (although, she would deny this vehementaly if it was brought up, though should anyone make a move to disturb her little brother, she would resort to violence). "Don't worry, Anko, things are about to get a lot warmer," Karin announced finally, moving to the middle of the circle and cracking her knuckles. "Everyone, back up!" "Why?" Anko demanded, crossing her arms and standing stubbornly where she was. "Can't you just light each torch one at a time." "You heard Link," Karin replied, and then shrugged. "Besides, why would I wanna do that? That's boring." "You better move back," Dark called to Anko, as he was already leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Anything that she considers to not be boring is something that everyone else probably considers to be a death trap. Not to mention that she's a pyromaniac--" "Not anymore," Karin interrupted, sounding a tad defensive, yet she was ignored. "--which means that you'll probably get incinerated if you don't move." Anko glanced at Karin, offering the girl a disdainful glare, and then moved to stand beside Dark. Seeing that everyone was out of the way (as I'm assuming that Zyr and Link would have moved), she quickly formed the seals, feeling that same, familiar warmth start near her chest. "Katon!" The spell -- while it normally would have just caused her magic to spark out to the different torches, as was her intent -- caused the ground underneath her feet to grow red, spreading rapidly out to encompass the torches themselves. At that point, the ground around the torches exploded (in a manner of speaking) and caused a wall of fire to spread up through them, lighting them, though also causing the torches, the ground, and the ceiling to become severely charred. Besides that, the temperature in the room grew almost unbearably hot, and several fire balls escaped the wall of fire and shot out at the outer walls of the room, almost hitting Dark and Anko, and causing Tatl to have to swerve out of the way. Once it dispersed, Karin turned to face them, hearing the sound of a door opening, the torches having crackling flames on top of them. Grinning broadly, she chirped, "There we go! Warm enough, Anko?" Anko -- who had no problem with the heat, as she was from the desert -- was too busy staring at her as though the Westarian girl had grown an extra head. Dark, meanwhile, was beside himself. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you trying to incinerate us all?! What kind of dumbass doesn't know how to control her own magic?!" "I was controlling it!" Karin snapped in response, not seeing a problem with what she did, despite the damages. "I meant to do that!" "Then obviously you can't see what kind of danger that'd put the rest of us in!" Tatl now joined Dark after seeing that a spot just a foot or two above Link's head on the wall had been hit (which, had the shot been lower, could have put her brother in danger). "Here's a thought; why didn't you have us stand near you instead of near the wall?!" "I didn't know that'd happen!" Karin sighed, tossing up her hands. "I meant to use that spell, but I didn't know what it'd do, exactly, 'cause I had never used it before." "Where did you even learn something as psychotic as that?" Dark demanded. Karin shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't know. Just . . . around." "Around." Dark gave a humorless laugh, tossing up his hands. "Around. You're insane." "Whatever," Karin muttered, looking impatient. "So, can we go on ahead now? I wanna check out more of this place." |Oh, Oh, See!| My idea for that was originally something like Din's Fire, but, Karin can't use Din's Fire, so that had to be tossed. After that, I came up with this little explosion-firey idea. Now, I forgot what I was originally using Ralm for, BUT I found another use for him. xD So he stays, for now. And yay, I posted! xD |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Sep 4 2006, 12:50 AM Post #4 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
(( Hey, sorry for taking a couple days on this – while I wasn’t particularly busy with important stuff, I was preoccupied with things and completely forgot about this. Er… It’s just that… reading is just a wee bit distracting, as are plot bunnies for stories, and … um… yeah. Anyway, here is my delayed post. Hehe… )) “Din, Nayru and Farore, Karin!” exclaimed Link, as he ducked to avoid one of the fireballs that exploded directly above him. “Watch it!” Despite this admonition, though he probably wouldn’t say it, Link did have to admit (to himself at least) that the spell /was/ pretty cool. Err… well, not literally cool. Figuratively, of course. Bith, on the other hand, had no qualms about admitting such things and did so whole-heartedly. “OH MY GODDESSES! THAT WAS SOOOOOO AMAZING!!” Zyr, meanwhile, blinked and peeled himself off of the wall. “… I think the Sheikah might get rather mad at you if you continue to destroy and / or damage their Shadow Temple like this, not to mention what its residents will have to say,” he remarked calmly, though with a serious and not exactly happy edge. “Anyway, yes… let’s go in.” Link was currently brushing bits of ash and char off of himself – because of the fireball, he (and Tael, presumably) had been showered with warm soot and fragments of the wall. However, he completed this relatively quickly and looked up towards the door of the Shadow Temple. Then, glancing at the others, he started towards it, Navi bobbing just ahead of him… Because that is what Navi tended to do. Zyr and Bith followed, presuming that the others would also enter the dark and strange temple. (( -totally forgets what the heck the first chamber in the Shadow Temple looks like and is too lazy to go find her N64- )) |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Oct 12 2006, 12:10 AM Post #5 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
ooc: And here I shall writeth down the Shadow Temple's description, as writen in my spifftacular (and repaired with tape because the binding failed me) Official Guide from Nintendo Power... By the way, the way the guide is set up, it is written in 3rd person, past tense, as if someone's telling the story of what Link did. So.. yeah. "Beyond the Kakariko Graveyard lay the hidden entrance to the Shadow Temple, a monument built with the blood and bones of Hyrule's evil dead. The temple was a labyrinth of illusions and puzzels, each designed to add another resident to its already overflowing crypts. ONly those who could swallow their fear survived." "At the bottom of a crumbling stairway, Link found himself standing in the center of an arcane design surrounded by unlit torches. Link called upon Din's Fire to set the torches ablaze and open the door to the shadowy madness below." "In the world of the dead, the eyes of the living were easily deceived. Mirages disguised doors that coule be unlocked only by keys found in in invisible chests. The best partner for anybody foolish enough to venture into the temple was the Lens of Truth, which revealed what the phantoms kept hidden." Yay... Moving on to the map... I wish I had a scanner, because that would just be easier, but I'll do my best. When I say North I mean up according to the map, ok? ANyway... I'll post again later with a map and proper description, so hold tight until then, thanks! OH! And the first room or so: Entrance: Hallway sloping downward North until turning sharply East, where there's a chasm you must jump over to reach the first room. Room 1 : Enter onto southern part of west side. There are six pillars with skulls on top, arranged in a circle around a large stone bird, which can be turned by pushing against its beak. On the entire East side is a chasm and a small lip of stone before the Eastern door. Chasm is broad enough that it cannot be crossed by jumping - you need the hover boots. Anyway, in order to unlock the doors you must used the Lens of Truth to determine which skull is the real one, and then you push the bird so that it faces the real skull. Exit to room 2 by going through the door in the north western corner. |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Oct 12 2006, 01:25 AM Post #6 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
MAP BLOODY MAP![]() Entrance: Hallway sloping downward North until turning sharply East, where there's a chasm you must jump over to reach the first room. Room 1 : Enter onto southern part of west side. There are six pillars with skulls on top, arranged in a circle around a large stone bird, which can be turned by pushing against its beak. On the entire East side is a chasm and a small lip of stone before the Eastern door. Chasm is broad enough that it cannot be crossed by jumping - you need the hover boots. Anyway, in order to unlock the doors you must used the Lens of Truth to determine which skull is the real one, and then you push the bird so that it faces the real skull. Exit to room 2 by going through the door in the north western corner. Room 2 : MAP ROOM! One ReDead... Leaves chest. Room 3 : Treasure Room (black crystal, I assume) Four hands that grab your head as you walk by and hold you in place while this zombie thing materializes and wanders over to bite you or whatever. Struggle to get free then hack at it. Yay. Room 4 :Head back to Room 1, do the statue thing and then go across chasm to reach this room. I don't know what's in this room. Room 5: Straight ahead is locked. South holds compass. North holds invisa-blades of doom. Yay. Unfortunately, you can't see the doors unless you've got a Lens of Truth - skulls fill the way otherwise Room 6 : COMPASS ROOM Fight specters. (whatever that means) Room 7: KEYS and SILVER RUPEES So, the swishy thing is the spinning blades of DOOM (two back to back grim reaper statues who each have a looooong scythe blade). Anyway, dodge it and collect the silver rupees in order to lift the gate guarding the chest with the silver key. Room 8: Ramp/drop off stepps down to lower level. Unfortunatley, you've got guillotines and skutullas in the way. ugh. SECOND FLOOR COMING SOME OTHER TIME. |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Oct 13 2006, 03:17 AM Post #7 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Anko followed quickly after them, seeming to not want to be left behind. She jumped the chasm with ease (having been trained to do this sort of stuff in the years that she grew up in the desert. Dark followed after, his hands in his pockets, also clearing the gap with ease and grace, as was his custom. Karin brought up the rear, using the walls as aides to help her jump across. The next room was just as cool as the first, in Karin's opinion. "Alright, I've made up my mind." She turned to face one of the Sheikah ghosts roaming nearby. "Your temple rocks." The ghost shrugged. "It's . . . Alright, I suppose." "These doors are locked," Anko noticed, and then shrugged, fishing in her pockets for her lock picking tools. "No problem." "Hey, how much of a chance does she have of unlocking the doors that way?" Karin asked the Sheikah ghost, who actually laughed, though it sounded much more melancholy than amused. "None." "Thought so. Hey, Anko!" Anko turned to look at her. "That won't work! These locks are special!" Anko looked to the lock and sighed, shaking her head and putting her keys away. "Figures. Damn Sheikah . . ." The Sheikah ghost looked scandalized, and Karin laughed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Uh, Anko? Can you not say that, uh, stuff in here? It's kinda . . . Bad . . . And stuff." Dark nodded, sweeping some of his silver hair from his eyes. "Really. Have more tact." Anko's eyes widened, and she seemed to suddenly realize where they were. "Oh yeah . . . Sorry . . ." |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Oct 13 2006, 03:45 PM Post #8 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
(( This was totally my favorite Temple, (though Twinrova was my favorite boss) so forgive me if I wax on and on describing it. ^__^ )) Link also had no trouble clearing the chasm. Why should he? He’d done all this stuff before… it was his job. Zyr, well, he grew up in a canyon, so jumping was no problem for him. And the fairies, well, they flew. Makes things really easy, doesn’t it? Anyway… Link shivered slightly as they passed into the first real room of the place; unaided he couldn’t see the ghosts and the spirits, but he could feel them and their soft chill of death. Plus, he could smell that same must, dank, deathly smell he remembered from the last time he’d braved the darkness. Hopefully, though, this round would not be nearly so… dark. Although, as of now, it already seemed that such would be the way, for the only lights in this first room were the soft luminescence cast by the fairies and the harsher, though still dim light cast by the walls. Or maybe it was the very air that glowed with the ethereal presences. Regardless of glow, it was considerably cooler in here than in the graveyard, and it hadn’t exactly been the heat of summer there, either. The chill of the underground and the chill of the dead filled this place, permeating all air down here. And the deeper into the temple one got, the cooler it grew. In Bongo-Bongo’s chamber, it had been downright frigid, though the ghostly wind that blew through the passage just outside made riding the ship even colder. Of course, not all the ghosts here were good, beneficent Sheikah or even Sheikah – some were malicious, violent souls that fed upon nightmares, or delighted in inspiring terror (or at least that’s how it seemed – perhaps these souls were merely harsh testers… or perhaps they /were/ all they seemed). And it was these souls who had made Link’s first journey through the dark those years ago all the more unpleasant and haunting. As it had been only him and Navi, this temple had taken several days to traverse the first time, and those days had been plagued with soft malign whispers and the rattle of bone and chains, the occasional faint scream, barely audible, but still bonechilling and shrill. And nights? Well, Link couldn’t really tell the passage of day down here, but the periods of time when he was obliged to stop and eat and sleep for a little while, he called nights, and so shall we. But those nights were even worse. As difficult as it was to fall asleep in this place where eyes were always watching, it was even harder to wake up – and not because the ground was particularly comfortable or that this place induced an air of sluggishness, of slowing down (which it did, but not to any great extent). Rather, it was because the specters invaded the mind and dredged up horrid memories and fears and made them nightmares, then made them worse. And though the dreamer would struggle against the nightmare, trying to awaken, such was the nature of the dreams that at times this became nearly impossible. The labyrinth and challenges and traps of this Temple were as much of the mind as of anything else. And no one who entered, even, perhaps, the Sage of Shadows, could avoid this mental ordeal, though… Impa had probably utterly conquered . And Link did not look forward to going through it again. But… perhaps this time, he hoped, would be easier… Because they were a group, and provided they didn’t get separated, they could all help each other. And maybe, with Zyr and Karin there, they might influence the specters to leave. If Link had spoken these hopes to Zyr, the Garo would’ve probably laughed disparagingly. He (Zyr) would’ve then informed Link that not even a necromancer could prevent the tests of this temple from occurring. One merely had to conquer the tests and move on. Face and challenge one’s fears, for fears, especially fear of the Dark and the Unknown were what this place thrived upon. And if one conquered fear, well… one had conquered this temple… at least the mental part of it. At least the mental part of it probably wouldn’t manifest itself until they’d been in the temple longer. But I digress. Link was silent as he gazed around the room before closing his eyes and trying to recall the layout of the place. (He didn’t still have the map, alas.) Then, he opened his eyes again and glanced up at Navi who was floating there, apparently listening to the spirits. Bith, too, was strangely silent, absorbed in listening, though he giggled when Anko cursed the Sheikah. “By the end of this, I don’t think you’ll be quite so enthusiastic,” said Navi to Karin. “From what I remember of this place, it… gets a lot worse…” “I like the skull… This skull… it’s a real skull!” chattered Bith as he flitted up to a certain skull and perched upon it. “Interesting décor,” remarked Zyr, dryly, stepping forward on silent feet to the statue of the bird after nodding and murmuring a greeting to the Sheikah ghost who was there. “And yes… tact is advised here… Unless you really, really want to tick off a whole mess of undead…” “You push that to face the skull that’s real – all the rest of the skulls are illusions,” said Link, seeing Zyr’s questioning gaze and hearing Anko & Karin’s conversation. “Then the doors ought to unlock… I think going across the really wide pit gets you deeper into the temple, but there might be a map and some other useful things off over there…” He pointed to the other locked door. Zyr nodded, then proceeded to push the stone bird around to face the skull Bith sat upon. The stone, though it took some effort to start it, was not overly hard to move. But the weird thing was that it moved silently, with only slight muffled clicking when the beak passed each skull, though there was a slightly louder clunk when Zyr stopped pushing it and it slid into place in front of the proper skull. Following this clunk, there were a few distant rattles, then soft clicks as the two doors unlocked. “Yay! Unlocked doors!” squealed Bith. “Which way we gonna goooooooo?” “Bith?” “Yeah?” “Shut up.” “Nyeh.” Bith stuck his tongue out at Zyr before plopping onto the Garo’s hooded head. (Yep, Zyr had his hood on, again, so that only his eyes glowed green from the shadows. Yay. ) |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Oct 14 2006, 01:40 AM Post #9 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
ooc I hope this music will inspire you to post... Also, I ought to warn you that there's no way to download the music - you just listen to it on the web. Or, rather, there's not supposed to be a way to download (it's possible - I just don't remember how, at the moment... and I don't think I've got the right software on this computer). So.. yeah. Music Links: MY FAVORITE FINAL FANTASY.... hehe: Final Fantasy IV Music Final Fantasy V Music Second favorite: Final Fantasy VI Music Fourth: Final Fantasy VII Music I hate this one, but I love the music: Final Fantasy VIII Music Third Favorite: Final Fantasy IX Music Tied for Fourth: Final Fantasy X Music Um... Yeah. DERRIVATIVE SONG: You're My Derivative |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Dec 28 2006, 05:37 AM Post #10 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
As soon as Bith asked his question, Dark, Karin, and Anko all pointed in different directions. “Anko, that’s where we came in,” Karin said, raising an eyebrow at the Gerudo. Anko frowned, turning her back on the door with a huff. “I knew that.” “We can’t go that way,” Dark added, gesturing to the door Karin wanted to go through. “We shouldn’t, anyway.” “Why not?” Karin demanded, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “I think we can.” “Yeah, but you’re an idiot, so that isn’t surprising.” Karin scowled at Dark, who gestured toward the door he wanted to go through. “If we go this way, it’ll help more.” “You suck.” Karin turned away, her golden eyes scanning the door she had chosen. “I think we should go this way!” Dark smirked, crossing his arms and raising a challenging eyebrow at her. It was an expression that Karin hated, even as she stared at him out of the corner of her eyes. It was cocky, arrogant, and smooth; Dark had finesse, and he knew how to use it, often pissing her off more than was needed. It seemed as though he loved to irritate her (or anyone around him), and as if he knew something that everyone else didn’t. “Go ahead, then. I’ll watch as you see why we shouldn’t go that way first. You’re perfectly welcome to try, Karin.” Karin clenched her fists, glaring at Dark. His arrogance was beginning to grate on her last nerve, especially as he was acting as though he knew it all. “What do you know? You were trapped in the Water Temple, not this one! You’ve never been here before!” There was silence for a moment, and Karin almost thought that she had crossed the line. Dark’s time spent in the Water Temple was usually a touchy subject, and she wasn’t quite sure of what kind of a reaction she’d receive from the other warrior. Finally, however, he chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s easy, actually. Simple dungeon procedure. If we go the way you’re going, it should logically make us go forward in the temple, correct?” Karin nodded. “If we go my way, then we’re taking a loop around. I’m not mistaken, am I?” She shook her head. “Therefore, since there are usually tests in temples and dungeons in order to drive whoever’s taking the test insane, we should go my way first. There’s probably some sort of trap or something your way.” He shrugged, gesturing once more to her door. “Go ahead, though, smartass. Go look through that door, and we’ll see who’s right.” His crimson eyes glinted, and – just for good measure – he added, “I dare you.” “Please don’t,” Anko interrupted, just as Karin was turning toward her door. “This place is cold, and creepy, and dark. I want to get out as soon as possible. Can we just get through it instead of doing this?” “Wow, the queen of immaturity is actually saying something mature for once.” Dark turned toward his door, striding confidently toward it. “I’m shocked.” Anko glared at his back, opening her mouth to retort. Tatl interrupted, however, with, “That was almost a compliment. If you don’t want it to be wasted, then shut your goddess damned mouth and come on.” With that, she zipped after Dark, leaving yellow-white sparkles in the air behind her. ||Oh, Oh, See:|| By the way, they’re going toward the dungeon map room. You mentioned a map in your last post, so I figured you’d want it, and Karin wanted to go onward to the chasm room. So, technically, Dark was right, and just wanted to be a jerk about it because . . . Well, at first it was because he’d Dark, and after that, it was because Karin pissed him off. |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Dec 28 2006, 06:29 AM Post #11 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Link didn’t join in with Karin and Dark’s arguing, but instead watched Zyr, who seemed to have become distracted by something. That would probably happen frequently in this temple, what with all the dead wandering about. “But cold and creepy and dark are fun, Anko!” said Bith, cheerily as he landed on the Gerudo’s head. “Bith? Shut up,” said Navi, momentarily stealing Zyr’s line. (( I forget if she’s here or not, so I’ll just assume that she is. )) Suddenly, as Link turned to follow Karin and Dark towards and through the one door, Zyr let out a soft cry and doubled over, clutching his head. The garo’s green eyes opened wide in pain and shock before squeezing shut. Bith started up from the gerudo’s hair and zipped over to Zyr, staring up at the garo with worried curiosity. “Zyr? What’s wrong?” he asked. “Zyr…?” But the garo didn’t seem to hear him, instead groaning softly, his face set in a grimace. “Zyr…?” questioned Link, turning back to face the garo, then reaching a hand out to tap Zyr’s shoulder or something. “Don’t touch me,” hissed Zyr, twitching away from Link. The harshness of the garo’s tone was peculiar, for normally Zyr was pretty damn calm, so Link unthinkingly obeyed, staring in wonder and worry at Zyr. With sudden, rapid movement, Zyr jerked straight, again, hands leaving his head (though the grimace did not fade from his expression). A moment later, he’d drawn his wakazashi and held it, blade pressed to one of his palms. To the thin air, he hissed, “I /will/ do it – you know I will – if you don’t get out of my head this instant.” For a moment, the strain in his expression increased, but then it disappeared, and he opened his eyes into a narrow glare. Very softly, he hissed something, but it was too indistinct to hear, and then he sheathed his blade. “What was that?” asked Link. “Nothing of importance… what’s the name of the final creature you fought here last time?” asked Zyr. “Bongo Bongo... why? And Zyr, what is going on?” “I see… Mm.. I told you, nothing of importance…” Zyr frowned, seeming quite irritated, now. Link gave him a blank look, then sighed. “Whatever. Come on, then… If it happens again, you’re telling me, even if I have to use Bith as a torture device.” Of course Zyr wasn’t going to take the time to explain everything now, but perhaps he would as they went along. For those who could potentially see the spirits (namely the fairies and Karin), they would have seen some dark, rather shapeless creature briefly wrap itself around Zyr. It would have briefly gained the shape of a crimson eyed body with two hands before flittering away at his insistence. Ooc: Meh. Yeah… they can find the map and get a crystal or something from the Hover Boot chest, I suppose. As for with Zyr, the spirit that was manifested in Bongo Bongo is still pretty potent and is still hanging around. There’s a different, though similar, creature below in the depths, now, more powerful than Bongo Bongo, and it lets Bongo Bongo wander free around the temple in a disembodied form. Later on Zyr’ll probably either force Bongo Bongo or another spirit to show them the quickest way, but for now, he’s just kind of pissed off at Bongo Bongo, especially because the creature surprised him. Blaaaaaah. |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Dec 28 2006, 07:07 AM Post #12 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Karin had seen Bongo-Bongo wrap itself around Zyr, and had been frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. The Westarian girl still didn’t know a lot about necromancy, and thus, let Zyr handle the situation entirely. It was easy to see that he was still quite stressed, however, and she had always been able to tell that he was never in a very cheery mood. Anyone could, and though the reasons were quite apparent, it was distressing to Karin. Thus, the girl with the short attention span did the first thing that came to her mind, as she often did. Without giving any regard to how he might react to the situation, she bolted across the cold dungeon room, a half-grin on her face as she launched herself at his back. Her intent was to wrap her legs around his waist and secure her arms around his neck. Not painfully, of course, but more like an over-energized hug. Karin did wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders, putting her chin on his shoulder in order to grin at him as best she could. “Aww, sorry you had to go through that, Zyr. Hey, I love you, though!” Dark had stopped progressing entirely to watch this, curious as to how it was going to turn out. Granted, had Karin done that to him, he would have already thrown her through a wall. He had a feeling that Zyr’s reaction would be similar, though one could never tell with the Garo. Anko was also watching in bewilderment, and Tatl and Tael were in a similar state. It was almost as if she had dressed in a muffin costume and declared that she was going to have ‘one muffin to rule them all’. |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Dec 28 2006, 07:29 AM Post #13 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
I like that; one muffin to rule them all. One muffin to bake them. One muffin to bring them all, and into my mouth rake them. HA! See? I am not completely inept at poetry! Take that, English teachers! IC; Zyr let out a cry of surprise and staggered forward upon being tackled from behind by Karin. For a moment, as he struggled to maintain his balance, Zyr was speechless with amazement. Then, he was speechless for a further stretch of time, due to what Karin had said. So, he just kind of stood there, leaning forward a bit to maintain balance, what with a Karin on his back, his expression one of confusion. But, the expression quickly softened, and he smiled a bit. “Thanks, Karin,” he murmured, gazing sidelong at her head on his shoulder before leaning his head against hers. “Thanks a lot…” “Aww!” said Bith, before landing on Karin’s head. Link, meanwhile, just kind of… watched, blinking and staring at Karin. He would never understand women, least of all her. Ah well, he did smile warmly, though, seeing her antics. Though it was rather… straining to have such… insane compatriots, Link was very glad that he wasn’t doing this alone, this time. (Ok, he’d never been entirely alone, as he’d had fairies, but fairies were no substitute for fellow larger sized people) Navi, meanwhile, plopped on Link’s shoulder and giggled. |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Dec 28 2006, 07:46 AM Post #14 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Dark was a tad surprised to see the Garo react in such a way. He had never observed any touching behavior from Zyr before, and thus, it was a bit odd to see him so soft toward Karin. While it would have been amusing to see possibly a bit of bloodshed due to battle reflexes, it was still amusing – in a different sort of way – to see what was currently going on. Especially as he was going to tease them all the more for it. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s get a move on. We’ve got a temple to clear.” Just as he teased Anko and Raisuke, such as he was going to tease Zyr and Karin. Really, what was life without a bit of his prodding and teasing? He was Dark, after all, and if he didn’t make some sort of angering comment, one could begin to grow concerned. “L-Lovebirds?” Karin questioned, and in the dim light from the fairies, one could have seen her face flush a bit. Dark was already walking off with his hands in his pockets, a smirk present on his face. Tatl laughed, and Tael was giggling. Anko had a smug smile on her face, glad that she wasn’t in the line of fire for once. Karin, meanwhile, was still too surprised to even move from Zyr’s back, still staring at Dark’s back with a confused expression on her face. |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Dec 28 2006, 08:00 AM Post #15 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
“You’re just jealous,” said Zyr to Dark, returning the smirk. Hey, Zyr hadn’t grown up with two ghost sisters bothering him for nothing. Anyway… Zyr crouched down slightly, reached up and grasped Karin’s arms, then tilted forward and made an attempt to flip her off, twisting her enough that she wouldn’t land on her back, but would be able to land on her feet… if she didn’t squirm too much. Link sighed and followed Dark to the next room. If the latter stopped, then Link was just going to walk right around him and go through the door and head on to take care of things, regardless. |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Dec 28 2006, 07:19 PM Post #16 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
“Nah, she spazzes too much for me. Besides, I’ve got hotter girls to go after,” Dark called over his shoulder, still chuckling at the scene. Really, the group kept him entertained; sure, they could be annoying at times, but anyone who provided entertainment as often as they did was fine in his book. Karin did indeed land on her feet, her training not allowing her to ungracefully land on her back (as had happened numerous times before when she was not paying attention). Upon landing, she turned and faced Zyr with a bright grin. “Thanks!” Tael was resting on Link’s hat again, and Tatl was floating around the hero’s head, though every now and then she would float over by Dark to hover around him. It was almost as if she was keeping up a constant guard, going back and forth between the two warriors to keep everything level. Anko, meanwhile, followed after, still grinning due to the teasing Dark was now giving both Karin and Zyr. Dark opened the door, revealing a long, seemingly empty corridor. As Karin followed him through, she noticed more ghosts milling about, these seeming to be less interested in the group than the spirits from before. Karin paused to chat with one, though the ghost glared at her as she came close. “Yo,” she greeted, giving a big wave. The glare continued, so she asked, “Uh . . . Not surprised to see us?” “No. Living things always come by to disturb us. Just get your map and go.” The ghost waved her off, and Karin rolled her eyes. “Jeez, you’re nice.” Dark kicked open a door to their right, revealing a rather large room with a Re-Dead occupying it. The zombie wasn’t really doing anything besides standing there, but as soon as Dark entered the room, it slowly turned to face them. “Ugh, a Re-Dead,” Anko complained, eying the zombie with distaste. “I hate these things . . .” “They aren’t that hard to defeat, so quit whining,” Tatl scolded, flying over to hover by the Re-Dead’s head. “Link, Dark, or someone, get over here and slash and bash!” |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Dec 28 2006, 08:39 PM Post #17 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
The garo smiled at Karin, then pulled his hood back down over his face and followed the rest of 'em onward ho. Zyr heard the voices of the souls bereft of their bodies and saw their ectoplasmic forms milling about, but he (unlike Karin) paid them little mind as the party ventured further into the Shadow Temple. Instead, he focused on examining the enchantments binding this temple and on everything around them, wary in case Bongo-Bongo would return. Zyr did not want that. Bongo Bongo was not a pleasant creature to have try and enter his mind. He’d threatened it already with a blood contract, and, while he wasn’t afraid of fulfilling his threats, he preferred not to have to do it. He didn’t want to, if he could avoid it, because blood contracts could turn out to be messy things, if the contractor wasn’t careful. Besides, there were plenty of spirits here who thrived off of blood, and spilling more than a little would probably attract them. Zyr imagined Link had encountered plenty of that variety when the hero’d wandered through here before. But I digress. “Re-Deads, eh?” said Zyr, looking into the room over Anko’s shoulder. “How fun!” Link, meanwhile, pulled out his bow and strung it with an arrow, whispering something as he did so. Immediately, the end of the arrow burst into flames. Strangely, the flames did not touch the bow or consume the arrow, at least not yet. After taking aim, Link let the arrow fly, and it sank, with a dull squishy thud into the ReDead’s flesh. Five seconds later, and it was writhing in slow motion as its flesh erupted in flames. (( This is totally what I always did. Either this or Din’s Fire. =D I’m so cruel to reanimated corpses. )) Link put his bow away after glancing around to make sure where weren’t any more ReDeads and waited for the creature to finish burning and collapse. It did so maybe ten or fifteen seconds later, and as the creature crumpled into gooey ashes, the flames going out in a brief puff of smoke, a chest materialized at the back middle of the room. “That should be the map, I think,” he said, glancing to Karin, Dark and Anko. “Do you want it, or should I go get it?” Zyr, meanwhile, wandered off a little ways and was talking softly with one of the ghosterly ghosties, who, while neither polite nor happy, did seem to be answering Zyr’s questions. |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Dec 28 2006, 11:33 PM Post #18 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
||Oh, Oh, See:|| -gasp- Zyr smiled twice in one sitting?! And he talked using an exclamation mark?! The world must be ending! xD ||Bee, I See!|| Anko darted forward before another word could be said, picking the map up out of the chest as though it was some type of holy treasure. She unfolded it, her dark purple eyes scanning the content of the map thoroughly. Finally, she rolled her eyes, stuffing the map into her pocket. “The person who made this map wasn’t a very good map-maker. It’s really vague.” Dark chuckled, shaking his head. “Or, perhaps you just don’t know how to read a map.” Anko glared at him, her fingers curling into a fist. “I prefer to blame the Sheikah for the poor map-making abilities.” “And yet, you’re in love with a Sheikah . . .” “No, I’m not.” Anko’s response came out as more of a growl, her anger returning as Dark resumed to teasing her relationship with Raisuke. He laughed, shaking his head and tossing up one hand to wave her off. “Whatever you say, Anko.” Karin, meanwhile, bounced over to where Zyr was speaking with the ghost, her energy seeming to increase with every moment that she was in the temple. It was an odd thing, really, as the temple was supposed to have a negative effect on whoever entered it; Karin, however, felt more energy than she had in any of the other temples. It was the same sort of energy that she had felt stirring within her at the Ikana Canyon, and the sort of vague stirring feeling she felt whenever she visited Kakariko Graveyard. It was odd, though she didn’t think too much of it. Karin never really did spend too much thought on matters such as those. “Hey, what’re you guys talking about?” she asked, glancing back and forth between Zyr and the ghost. Despite the ghost not appearing to be the most friendly of spirits, Karin refused to react rudely unless he said something of the nature to her first. |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Dec 29 2006, 01:56 AM Post #19 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"Um... All the temple maps are vague," said Link to Anko. "It's not the sheikah... It's the temple makers and trap placers... They want you to work hard to get through things only to get lost anyway. Also if you want the map to work better, you ought to find the compass. Some weird magic between the two of them makes the map work better.. I've never understood why, but oh well..." "Or maybe she really can't read a map," suggested Navi. Link laughed a bit, too, at the comment of her being in love with a sheikah, then her vehement denail. Ah, the joys of two people who refused to admit their affections. Meanwhile, Zyr glanced sidelong at Karin, pausing in his conversation to say, "Asking about the history of the temple." Then, he looked back to the ghost. "So... most of the dark spirits here are from that battle, then?" The ghost nodded. "What about Bongo Bongo, then?" "A demon attracted here by the bloodshed, then given power by Ganondorf some years ago," said the ghost. "Are you done, yet?" "Mm.. Yes. Thankyou for answering." "Good." And the ghost was gone. |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Dec 29 2006, 03:20 AM Post #20 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Karin was gazing around the temple, half-listening to the conversation that was being finished between Zyr and the ghost. Finally, she settled for staring at Zyr, whose eyes seemed to glow even more in the dim light of the temple. “Hey, Zyr,” she began, tilting her head a bit, “have I ever told you that your eyes are really, really green?” It could be said that the energy Karin was feeling was bordering on dangerous. Her attention span was growing much shorter, and she was feeling as though she could do anything; the energy was almost like a drug, pushing her to do things she probably wouldn’t normally do. Regardless, it was a floaty feeling, and she rather liked it. Anko glared at Navi, feeling more bothered as her time in the temple went on. She longed for the warmth of the desert, and missed how the sun used to feel on her skin. “I can read maps perfectly fine, thank you,” she snapped moodily. Dark shook his head, turning to face Navi. “That’s just what she wants you to believe, Navi.” |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Dec 29 2006, 03:38 AM Post #21 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Zyr blinked, arching an eyebrow (though it was hidden by the shadows) at Karin. "Umm... actually, yes, you have. Once or twice..." Karin... disturbed him sometimes. He frowned. "You feel the pulsing energy of the souls all around, don't you?" He turned to head on through the door, as Link and the others seemed to be doing that. "Don't let it go to your head... That could be dangerous for you. Make sure you keep ahold of your senses..." Bith still sat on top of his hood, watching things with wide and eager eyes. Of course, his eyes were always wide and eager, so... this was quite normal. Link, meanwhile, had sighed and turned to head on to the room where the Hover Boots had once been... as well as that weird creature with the long hands that shot up out of the ground to grab the unwary traveler, while it came by to claw at said traveler... maybe even drink the traveler's blood a bit. (( I think... I've misplaced my guide, again, so I don't 'member. )) Navi grinned and nodded to Dark. "That's what I figured..." |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Dec 29 2006, 05:41 AM Post #22 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Karin tilted her head at Zyr, processing what he had said. Finally, she shrugged, following him through the door. “Dunno. I just really, really like this temple. It’s fun!” For effect, she jumped, placing her foot on one of the walls and flipping back. This nearly landed her back in the map room, but she managed to skip – literally skip, that is – and follow them along. “Hey, Zyr,” she continued, tapping him on the shoulder as she followed him through. “Can you teach me some necromancy while we’re here! We’ve got ghosts all around this time!” Dark entered the room as well, kicking at a hand as it reached out to grab his ankle. Drawing his sword, he rolled his eyes, stabbing the sword down with a flourish. This pinned the hand to the floor, and he enjoyed watching it for a few minutes as it writhed in pain. “Uh, guys? There’s another zombie there,” Anko pointed out, gesturing to the zombie. It was in the center of the room, and its head nearly touched the ceiling of the already large temple. Its skin was pitch, with bright purple goo oozing out of numerous open sores on its body. It twitched every now and then – reminding Tatl and Tael of Skullkid’s erratic movements – and every time it took a step forward, the step was speedy and a bit jerky at the same time. “That is one badass zombie,” Dark commented, removing his sword from the hand as it stopped twitching. As he continued watching, the monstrous zombie oozed a bit more onto the floor, causing the stone to sizzle a bit from the acid. Anko’s ankle, meanwhile, got caught by one of the hands, causing her to draw one of her scimitars. Before she could do anything, however, the zombie bolted across the room at a speed faster than it should have been able to, and wrapped itself around her. “Ugh! Agh—Get off!” Anko winced as she screamed, the acid beginning to create burns in her skin. Dark bolted forward, drawing his sword up and slamming it point down. This didn’t create any damage at all, but instead simply sank into the zombie. Dark stared at it for a moment before yanking his sword out, tearing it away from the acid strings that were wrapping themselves around the steel. Anko – managing to see this out of the corner of her eye – sliced her scimitar down, cutting into the hand that was holding her ankle. As soon as the hand released, the zombie released her as well, though the wounds were still visible on her arms, and one on her neck. ||Oh, Oh, See:|| There is a bit of confusion for me concerning Anko’s weapon . . . I know that, at one point, I gave her one scimitar and a sickle and chain thing . . . I think I then switched to two scimitars, and I wasn’t sure what to give her now. So she has two scimitars, and I think I’ll give the kick-ass sickle-chain thing to Ralm. xD I know he has some sort of kick ass weapon, at any rate . . . Also, yes, it was my goal to make the zombie thing as disgusting as possible. xD |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Dec 30 2006, 03:39 AM Post #23 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
(( I second Dark’s opinion. )) “Fun? If you say so,” said Zyr. Then, after being tapped on the shoulder, he said, “Mmmm… maybe. I don’t know. It might not be a good idea to do it in a place with so many hostile spirits.” Inside the room, then… “Hey, the zombie looks drunk!” exclaimed Bith. “Look at how he’s jerking along!” The fairy floated up close to the creature, not actually targeting it, but just kind of… examining it. “Sweeeeeet!” squeaked the fairy. He went ignored. “…” Zyr just looked up at the creature, his eyes unreadable. Slowly, almost… reluctantly, he drew forth his twin wakazahi, but he didn’t leap into the fray, as he rather preferred not to get acid splattered. Link, seeing the damage done to Anko, was of the same opinion. So, it was back to bow and arrow. He used another flaming arrow, hoping it would work a bit – if it didn’t, he’d try an ice one; if that didn’t work, then a light one, which took more magic out of him, but hey! This thing was undead… that /had/ to work. Pwfft… squelch. The arrow flew into the zombie’s side, still very much flaming. (( I’ll leave it up to you about whether or not it catches on fire. And… I’m trying to remember what magic Zyr knew, and I… can’t. x.x; drat. )) |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Tiger Festival | Dec 30 2006, 04:28 AM Post #24 |
|
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
The zombie did not catch fire. Instead, it simply sat there, twitching a bit as the arrow burned in its skin. The acid – when hit by the fire – began to let off a rather unpleasant burning smell, and a hissing sound was heard. Beyond that, however, the zombie appeared to be unaffected by the presence of the fire arrow. Karin blinked as she watched this, trying to work around the hyperactivity that she was feeling. Finally, she clapped her hands together, exclaiming brightly, “I know! We should make it explode!” A few of the nearby ghosts looked a bit scandalized, and Dark whipped around to stare at her incredulously. “Excuse me? Are you joking?” “No,” Karin said, not seeing what was wrong with her plan. “See, if we can’t slice it, and we can’t burn it, we should just take it apart bit by bit so that it can’t form back again.” Silence met her suggestion. Tatl – who was still floating around the zombie’s head – pondered it for a moment before deciding, “That would probably work, but it’s incredibly . . .” She let her sentence trail, though Dark picked it up, as he was still staring at Karin as though she had grown an extra head. “. . . Morbid. Not to mention that it’d probably be suicide if we made it explode the usual way. The acid would cover this room, including us.” Tael was peering at the battle from on top of Link’s hat, looking around the room. Finally – after seeing that the zombie was not moving toward any of them at the current moment – he pointed out, “Um, everyone . . . If you just avoid the hands, it should be fine. See, it attacked Anko because one of the hands grabbed her ankle, but . . . It’s not attacking us now. And since there are only four hands, everything should be okay.” “Good. Now if we could just kill it . . . Er, kill it again, I mean,” Anko muttered, and Karin rolled her eyes. “I told you. We just need to blow it up.” “That may be the case,” Dark interjected, narrowing his eyes at Karin, “but unless you can find a way for us to do that without getting doused in acid, I suggest we find another way.” “Um . . . Guys?” Tael tried, seeming to have spotted a problem. He was ignored, however. “I’m sure I can make a spell to do that! Or Zyr probably has one, or something. But I think that taking the zombie apart piece by piece is the best way.” “Well, your way is often the most suicidal, such as that little fire show you put on in the front room.” “Guys . . .” Tael tried once more, though he was ignored as Karin and Dark continued with their argument. “C’mon, you know that was cool!” “We almost got incinerated!” “GUYS!” It was Tatl who shouted, for her irritation had been sparked as Dark and Karin both ignored her little brother. Their heads whipped toward her, and both of them were glaring at the fairy. “What?!” “There are more hands now.” Tael pointed to the floor, where hands were rising up out of newly created crevices on the floor. Though most of the slimy, undead hands were near the back of the room, they were steadily beginning to creep up nearer to the group. “Oh . . .” Karin frowned slightly, using her sword to slice at a hand that rose up near her ankle. “That’s . . . Not good . . .” |
|
How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
![]() |
|
| Royal Crablettes | Dec 30 2006, 06:08 AM Post #25 |
|
Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
“Dark,” said Link, suddenly. “And Anko… how about you two concentrate on killing the hands, since neither of you really have much in the way of ranged weapons or magic… That way the rest of us can pick the thing apart.” Navi blinked. “Wow! You came up with a plan that’s not completely horrible!” Link ignored her. “But… what if it’s like a hydra and just regenerates?” the fairy then continued. “Ummm,” said Link. “Well, what if it isn’t?” As he’d been saying this, he’d strung and loosed an ice arrow, which thudded into the creature. It jiggled a bit, and some of the acid froze, cracking off and shattering on the ground. Otherwise, though, like with the fire arrow, it seemed not to care. “Use a Light Arrow,” suggested Navi. “Mm..” So, Link did. This one took a little longer to channel power into, but once he did, it glowed with a golden warm sort of light. The arrow flew through the air and sunk into the creature’s flesh, flashing brightly as it did so. The creature writhed a bit and shrank back, obviously actually injured by this weapon. “Yay!” Bith was happy. But, he was always happy. Zyr, meanwhile, had been thinking, absently slashing at one or two hands that got too near. However, an idea had suddenly occurred to him. “Stop attacking it. Well, keep with the hands, but don’t get in my way,” he said, hopping forward, suddenly, closer to the creature and sheathing one of his swords. One hand grabbed his ankle, but he ignored it, even as the creature turned lurchingly towards him. Zyr closed his eyes, standing with legs spread apart in a sturdy stance. His hands he pressed together before him (sword straight up), then bent down (still ignoring the creature and the hand on his ankle) and traced a circle right in front of him. Into the center of this, he stuck his sword, and immediately, in a glowy purple color, markings in the garo script appeared up and down the blade, and around the circle. Zyr straightened up and looked at the creature, which had paused for a moment, slightly taken aback by what it had sensed. But, the pause was brief, and it came forward, again. Zyr held his hands out in front of him, palms outward towards the creature, first fingers and thumbs forming a triangle, almost. He then began to whisper strange words, in the ancient garo language – Spidery words that seemed to drip from the air, after hanging there for a moment or two. Zyr’s eyes had, during this time, intensified in their glow, or at least that’s how it seemed, as he stared the zombie down. After a moment of this, the purple letters and symbols upon his sword and the circle around it flashed, and the creature, just lifting its bulk to strike at Zyr, halted, purple symbols suddenly flashing upon its body. It sank back, slightly, staring at Zyr for a moment, then it hissed (in words only one who could hear the dead would understand): “You… what are you doing?” “Putting you to sleep,” answered Zyr. The creature made a hoarse rasping noise that could only have been laughter. “I am protected. You don’t have the power.” “I know. That’s what this was for,” answered Zyr, and suddenly, swiftly, he ducked down, pulled the sword up and stabbed it into the creature’s flesh. In the same movement, he pulled his other blade out and cut at the hand holding him, forcing it to let him go, while he rolled away and put a bit of distance between him and the creature. The moment the glowing sword had gone in, the purple had become white, and it flashed brightly, and the creature let out a strange cry, flinching, though not from the wound, which really wasn’t a bad one, at all. “Now you protection is gone,” stated Zyr. “So, now you shall sleep.” And with that, he did a freaky garo thing and melted into the shadows (of which there were plenty), fading from sight for a moment before reappearing behind the creature, melting out of the shadows, just as he’d melted in. With ease, stepping to the side, he was able to snatch his blade out of the creature, and then fade back into the shadows to reappear far enough away that he’d have time to complete whatever he needed to do before the creature lurched over. He sheathed his other blade, the one not now sprinkled with acid and a black gooey substance, which probably was the creature’s blood, or at least a bit of its flesh. Then, Zyr pulled out a thin piece of paper and wiped the gook onto the paper (which might’ve had some writing on it; it was hard to tell). Though the sheet smoldered and blackened, it didn’t completely disintegrate while Zyr held it out in his hand. “Long you have wandered with weariness, but now you may rest. Long you have been filled with malice, but now you may be at peace,” he whispered, closing his eyes, then whistling a strange, mournful tune. The paper glowed grey, as did the monster, even as it hurried to attempt to thwap Zyr, or something. However, as the last notes of the tune rang out, the glow brightened and then faded, and the paper disintegrated in Zyr’s hand, as did the creature nearby. It crumpled, unsupported by whatever sorry soul had been bound there, now… and then it disintegrated. (( I’ve been describing these as the others might see them… not as how Zyr’s using his power or anything like that. So, thus the magic drain on Zyr is unapparent, though the other character might be able to feel the transfer of power there…. Er.. yeah. And I assumed that a miniboss zombie like this would be protected by whatever dark forces are in the temple, so… yeah. )) Zyr, who’d been stiff with tension until now, wavered a bit, then half collapsed, half sank to a crouch, panting. A faint smile touched his lips, though it remained hidden by the shadows of his hood. After a few moments of resting, he wiped his blade off upon the edge of his tattered cloak and sheathed it (blade, not the cloak). Then, he shakily pushed himself to his feet. “And that, my friends, is… not fun,” he sighed. He’d wound up in the far corner of the room, so now he had to walk back to them, completely ignoring the chest that materialized almost next to him. So, Zyr staggered along, slowly gaining stability of gait, as he recovered a bit from the drain of what he’d done. However, he was about halfway there, when the ground suddenly vanished beneath his feet. He let out a cry of surprise and attempted to grab onto any bit of the floor still there, but to no avail; Zyr fell, vanishing into the ground. The hole remained for a second or two more, before it, too, vanished. Any watching with eyes that could see the ghosts might have seen Bongo Bongo grinning. Not that it could really grin, but it /felt/ like it was grinning, and that was the important part. "Oh no! ZYR!" squeaked Bith (who'd been floating by Anko), hurrying to where thehole had been, intent on following... but to no avail. (( And, er... insert whomever falling through the hole.. probably while going to the chest or whatever... )) |
|
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
![]() |
|
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Twisting Threads I Archive · Next Topic » |
| Theme: Zeta Original | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
7:34 PM Jul 11
|
Hosted for free by ZetaBoards · Privacy Policy





![]](http://z1.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)





7:34 PM Jul 11