"Off on a Tangent" status report #2
Jul. 22nd, 2005 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaoscheebsOn page six. Will be done tonight. Epilogue tomorrow if not after this. Here's a preview:
“We need the Eyes, Arms, and Wings to open the big door? Where the heck are those?”
“More importantly, it’s a symbolic thing, right? Because if not… Ew. Just ew.”
“Well, looks like we’re on a scavenger hunt! Ready?”
*
The former residential area looked like something out of Silent Hill, quite frankly. The town was inexplicably filled with mist, and the only sounds to be heard were their own footsteps and strange voices coming from the houses. The monsters were suitably strange as well; palette-swapped shoes attacked with cerberus-like allies from out of the blue.
The four stood in front of a stone slab in the cemetery. “All right, so everything they said was supposed to be a lie, according this here,” Cecil said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the slab. “Now, let’s review what the voices said…”
“Or,” Zed interrupted after crawling up to Elmina’s shoulder with a strange object, “we can take this thing with wings drawn on it I found and get out of Creepyville.”
“… your plan works too, Zed,” Cecil agreed.
*
The statue area, however, was a little trickier. Doors that vanished and appeared with a flip of a switch littered the vast marble-lined maze.
Adding to this, of course, was what happened when Elmina decided to try her shiny new guitar again when they stopped for a minute to rest…
*
*RAWR!*
“‘Mina, didn’t this happen the last time you played that thing?”
“Coincidence, that’s all! Now let’s fight this thing!”
*
The mine area went even worse. The fake Eyes were really trying their patience…
*
Elmina stared blankly at Laine, who was fuming next to the verification device. “I have been around the most foul-mouthed assortment of knights, Dream Chasers, and drunks, but I haven’t heard any of them use half the words you just said.”
Cecil sighed, his attention turned to healing James. “You should have known better than to try to be funny when she’s like that…”
“I didn’t think she throw that fake Eye at me! Especially that hard!” James replied.
“Fifteen! Fifteen tries and not one right!” Laine suddenly exclaimed. “What the hell is wrong with your ancestors?!”
“Yeah, something has to be wrong with them. After all, they made you,” the dark-haired boy grumbled, resulting in him being pegged in the head yet again by the fake Eye.
Cecil sighed again. This is one loooooong day…
*
And, of course, their troubles didn’t end there…
*
*GRR-ROAR!*
“‘Mina, your guitar sucks.”
“Eheh…
*
The party looked up at the large, wheeled golem before them in the round, cramped room. It had drills in place of its arms, and it did not look happy to see them at all. Well, insomuch as it could appear unhappy, as golems are notorious for their stone faces.
All eyes went to Elmina. “I swear, I didn’t touch the guitar!” she protested.
The Crest Sorcerer shook his head. “All right, people. One more time, Golem Whoop-Ass Formation…”
“We need the Eyes, Arms, and Wings to open the big door? Where the heck are those?”
“More importantly, it’s a symbolic thing, right? Because if not… Ew. Just ew.”
“Well, looks like we’re on a scavenger hunt! Ready?”
*
The former residential area looked like something out of Silent Hill, quite frankly. The town was inexplicably filled with mist, and the only sounds to be heard were their own footsteps and strange voices coming from the houses. The monsters were suitably strange as well; palette-swapped shoes attacked with cerberus-like allies from out of the blue.
The four stood in front of a stone slab in the cemetery. “All right, so everything they said was supposed to be a lie, according this here,” Cecil said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the slab. “Now, let’s review what the voices said…”
“Or,” Zed interrupted after crawling up to Elmina’s shoulder with a strange object, “we can take this thing with wings drawn on it I found and get out of Creepyville.”
“… your plan works too, Zed,” Cecil agreed.
*
The statue area, however, was a little trickier. Doors that vanished and appeared with a flip of a switch littered the vast marble-lined maze.
Adding to this, of course, was what happened when Elmina decided to try her shiny new guitar again when they stopped for a minute to rest…
*
*RAWR!*
“‘Mina, didn’t this happen the last time you played that thing?”
“Coincidence, that’s all! Now let’s fight this thing!”
*
The mine area went even worse. The fake Eyes were really trying their patience…
*
Elmina stared blankly at Laine, who was fuming next to the verification device. “I have been around the most foul-mouthed assortment of knights, Dream Chasers, and drunks, but I haven’t heard any of them use half the words you just said.”
Cecil sighed, his attention turned to healing James. “You should have known better than to try to be funny when she’s like that…”
“I didn’t think she throw that fake Eye at me! Especially that hard!” James replied.
“Fifteen! Fifteen tries and not one right!” Laine suddenly exclaimed. “What the hell is wrong with your ancestors?!”
“Yeah, something has to be wrong with them. After all, they made you,” the dark-haired boy grumbled, resulting in him being pegged in the head yet again by the fake Eye.
Cecil sighed again. This is one loooooong day…
*
And, of course, their troubles didn’t end there…
*
*GRR-ROAR!*
“‘Mina, your guitar sucks.”
“Eheh…
*
The party looked up at the large, wheeled golem before them in the round, cramped room. It had drills in place of its arms, and it did not look happy to see them at all. Well, insomuch as it could appear unhappy, as golems are notorious for their stone faces.
All eyes went to Elmina. “I swear, I didn’t touch the guitar!” she protested.
The Crest Sorcerer shook his head. “All right, people. One more time, Golem Whoop-Ass Formation…”
