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Out of town but I’m gonna try to RP soon! This has been so fun to read!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@princesachronicle22 awesome!
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Alright!
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Emmerich
The implication (or the implication that he assumed) unsettled Emmerich. He told himself that the only reason he and Rosalind were there was because they were meant to suffer. Rosalind had the greater suffering of having to endure whatever that horrible creature had in mind, and most likely suffered fear. Emmerich, in turn, suffered from the ever-present knowledge that he had failed her.
There was no other reason he and Rosalind should be there. Trevor’s observation was a mere chance of fate. Or at least, that’s what Emmerich told himself.
“Ah, a contemplator of life.” Emmerich’s thoughts ceased the moment Trevor spoke. This boy also unsettled him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Carry on.”
“There is nothing to apologize for.” Emmerich responded.
“Okay… what were you thinking about?”
Emmerich’s expression hardened, “Nothing of consequence.”
“It sure looked like something of consequence. You were blushing.”
The horror on Emmerich’s face mingled with embarrassment, and he pretended to look at something on the walls.
“Trevor.” Azalea nudged him, “Cut it out, please.”
“I think he was blushing over – I mean, what were you guys doing before you got here!” Trevor’s voice raised at the question and he looked to Huntress and Sniper.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Huntress
“I mean, what were you guys doing before you got here!” Trevor’s voice was raised a bit higher than it made sense for the question to be.
I shrugged. “Not much to be honest. He was at a job interview yesterday and I was hanging out at home.”
Huh. My friends. I wonder if any of them were worried about us.
Or did they not know we were gone?
Or maybe this weird world was connected with ours using some kind of magic, like the Narnia books, and whenever we finished this adventure we’d come back only an hour or so after we left.
Buuuuut if I brought that up I’m pretty sure the others would have NO idea what I was talking about, so I decided to keep that theory to myself.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Wait, Huntress knows about Narnia?
Trevor
“What kind of job?” Trevor asked Sniper.
The diversion appeared successful, as Emmerich seemed to be recovering from his embarrassment and had reverted back to his usual serious self.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@theshadow she was born in her universe’s equivalent of 1945, the Narnia books came out in the 50’s. C.S. Lewis presumably existed in her universe, although knowing TF2 logic he probably ACTUALLY went to Narnia or something and that’s what made him write a book about it.
Sniper
“What kind of job?” Trevor asked.
“Wildlife manager. Nothin’ too complicated.” I held up my rifle. “If a population of creatures in the national parks gets too large or dangerous to handle, I’ll take ’em down. I wasn’t given my callsign for nothin’…although, that was back when I was huntin’ for sentient beings, not animals.”
Trevor looked a bit freaked out by that last part. I chuckled. “Don’t worry, mate. I won’t hurt ya. Haven’t put a bullet through a thinkin’ head in over a year.”
This didn’t appear to comfort him any, sadly.
lol sniper for all your emphasis on being polite, you need to work on not being threatening while you do it.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Lol, that’s funny to think about.
Trevor
“Wildlife manager. Nothin’ too complicated.” Sniper responded, and he held up his rifle. “If a population of creatures in the national parks gets too large or dangerous to handle, I’ll take ’em down. I wasn’t given my callsign for nothin’…although, that was back when I was huntin’ for sentient beings, not animals.”
Trevor’s eyes widened, and Sniper chuckled. “Don’t worry, mate. I won’t hurt ya. Haven’t put a bullet through a thinkin’ head in over a year.”
“Oh, uh, that’s good.” Trevor forced a little laugh that even he knew sounded fake. “But that sounds kind of cool though, putting down animals. I mean, you’re killing, er, putting them down for a good cause. Although that sounds a little tough having to see that animal and uh, you know, eliminate it. But you must be used to it, right? Sorry, this all sounds wrong-”
“It sounds like a good alternative to your old job, Sniper.” Azalea interrupted Trevor’s rambling in as gracious a way as she could manage. “Someone has to do it, and those types of jobs are usually under-appreciated. It’s admirable you’re willing to do it.”
“Emmerich, what were you doing?” Trevor said, and he smiled. He’d made a fool of himself again, and there Emmerich was the whole time acting like a stone. It was ridiculous.
“The last location we were in was the Noble Ruthard’s castle. We were resting there, for a time.”
“You, Sniper and Huntress had much less thrilling events happen. Azalea and I were just about to get mauled by a bear.” Trevor watched for any trace of response on Emmerich’s face, but it remained a blank slate. “The timing for this was providential. Although, if we do get out of here, I hope we don’t wind up getting mauled. That would be painful, but an interesting way to die. How many people in Heaven could say they got mauled by a bear? I would hope to go down fighting it. I also hope Azalea would survive.”
This still didn’t produce a response from Emmerich, although Sniper and Huntress seemed to stare at Trevor with weird expressions.
“Stop.” Azalea said, holding out an arm that blocked Trevor.
“Oh, sorry.” Trevor apologized.
“No, sorry, I meant stop walking.” Azalea took the torch from Trevor and held it out before them, “There’s a hole.”
The others had stopped walking, and Azalea and Trevor looked down at the hole before them. Neither could measure the depth of the hole, but it appeared to be a straight drop. Azalea moved the torch as far as it would allow. The light showed a smooth wall. So this was the end of the cave.
“Well, you know what this means.” Trevor remarked, grinning. “The only way left to go is down. I’ll go first, and if you don’t hear any noises from me then that means I’m dead and you probably shouldn’t follow.”
He shoved the torch into Emmerich’s hand before anyone could protest, gave a salute, and would have jumped down if Azalea had not grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
“Trevor, you’re not going alone.” Azalea held onto his hand with a firm, but not unpleasant, grasp.
Trevor cleared his throat, “Uh, what?”
“We can’t keep getting separated. We’ll do this together.” She joined him by his side, Trevor shrugged, and the two jumped down, hands clasped tightly.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Sniper
“But that sounds kind of cool though, putting down animals. I mean, you’re killing, er, putting them down for a good cause. Although that sounds a little tough having to see that animal and uh, you know, eliminate it. But you must be used to it, right? Sorry, this all sounds wrong-” Trevor stuttered.
Azalea cut in before he could blunder any more. “It sounds like a good alternative to your old job, Sniper. Someone has to do it, and those types of jobs are usually under-appreciated. It’s admirable you’re willing to do it.”
I nodded. “Thanks, mate.”
Interesting, I’d never heard anyone call killin’ things admirable before…
Trevor switched the conversation to how he’d almost gotten mauled by a bear before comin’ ‘ere. Huntress listened intently, her eyes widenin’ when he joked about “goin’ to heaven ’cause of a bear.”
I almost brought up my own experience with life after death but decided not to.
Azalea suddenly stopped him, pointin’ out how our path suddenly sloped down and turned into a deep hole.
“Well, you know what this means.” Trevor grinned at us. “The only way left to go is down. I’ll go first, and if you don’t hear any noises from me then that means I’m dead and you probably shouldn’t follow.”
He gave the torch to Emmerich and was about to jump down when his companion stopped him, insistent on goin’ down there together. Both of them leaped into the darkness.
Emmerich, Huntress and I all waited a few seconds. No screamin’. No sounds of shatterin’ bones. It sounded more like they’d hit slanted stone and slid. That was a good sign.
“My turn.” Huntress took it a bit more carefully than they’d done, but eventually leaped in herself. I immediately followed.
We slid for several seconds longer than I’d anticipated. My eyes eventually adjusted to the dim light, and I realized we’d landed in a cave lit by dim torches.
So someone sentient ‘ad lived ‘ere recently, because animals don’t light torches.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Emmerich
The last to follow the others, Emmerich found the group in a cave. Torches flickered on the walls.
“Where are we?” Azalea said, voicing the question in everyone’s mind.
Emmerich gazed round. The walls were smooth, perhaps suggesting someone had carved this place out of stone. The cave was bare, save for the torches and a small, wooden table. A leather bound book lay on top of it. Several feet from the table was yet another tunnel, which spanned out before them into darkness.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Huntress
The tunnel stretched out in front of us. This one was carved by something, or someone, not a mere animal like the one that’d taken Rosalind. Whether that someone was still alive was a question I didn’t exactly want to think about right now.
I checked out the book on the table. It was old, its cover worn but probably not as old as the cavern itself. The words written on the spine were a language I didn’t know.
I decided not to open it. There was a good chance something bad would happen if I did.
“So.” I turned to the others. “We going down the tunnel? Or are we staying here and waiting to see if the owner of this book shows up? I, for one, would rather continue.”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Emmerich
Once Sniper observed the book, he turned to the group. “So. We going down the tunnel? Or are we staying here and waiting to see if the owner of this book shows up? I, for one, would rather continue.”
“We should continue.” Emmerich replied, though his eyes lay on the book. He wondered what lay inside, what the language upon its cover was. It might be from some sort of civilization native to the island alone, or-
“Let’s go then.” Trevor grabbed the torch (or stick, since the flame had gone out) from Emmerich, lit it using one of the torches on the walls, and examined the torches. “Eh, we probably shouldn’t take these.” He finally said, and marched towards the tunnel. “Come on, we don’t want to keep Rosalind waiting.”
The group was in the same arrangement as last time: Trevor led the way, Emmerich was beside Azalea, and Sniper and Huntress were at the end.
“How is one to respond to Trevor’s demeanor?” Emmerich asked Azalea when the silence had become too much to bear for certain thoughts.
“I’m not really sure. I haven’t figured it out yet, exactly, but I think you’re kind of just supposed to go with it. He can be reasonable, sometimes.”
“And as for the other times of willful recklessness?”
“I… really don’t know. It’s better when my brother’s here. Austin can reason with him.”
“You have a brother?”
“Yes, he’s my twin, actually. Do you have a brother?”
“I have two.”
“What are they like?”
“The youngest is kind, if a bit headstrong, like Trevor there. The other… he has gone horribly astray, on account of me.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” When Emmerich didn’t say anything, Azalea added, “I’m sure you’re blaming yourself too much. How could you have known what would have happened to him?”
“There were ways my behavior could have prevented it. There are still ways my behavior could prevent it.”
“Why-”
“Hey guys, we’re in a new place. Uh, I’m not exactly good at mazes, could someone else lead?” Trevor had halted again, except this time the path overlooked a myriad of tunnels.
“A maze?” Azalea repeated, joining his side and peering into the little sight of vision the torch afforded.
“Okay, does anyone have a photographic memory?” The response to Trevor’s question was blank stares. “That’s alright. Who’s good at mazes here? Sniper or Huntress, you got anything?”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@theshadow it was Huntress studying the book, not Sniper, but ehhh doesn’t matter lol
also heyyy Azalea has a twin brother too maybe the girls could bond over that
Sniper
I brought up the back of the group as before, at least until Trevor pointed out that the tunnels turned into a maze.
“Does anyone have a photographic memory?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Sorry, mate.”
Judgin’ by the blank faces of the others, they didn’t either.
“that’s all right.” he said. “Who’s good at mazes here?”
I nodded to Huntress. “She’s pretty good with that stuff.”
“Putting me in the spotlight, huh?” she joked, but came forward anyway. “I’ve never been in a maze like this, but I should be able to detect which paths lead to dead ends.”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Sorry about that. I thought Sniper sounded different. Also, I love that idea, it sounds really sweet.
Azalea
Sniper confirmed he didn’t have a photographic memory, but nodded to Huntress. “She’s pretty good with that stuff.”
“Putting me in the spotlight, huh?” Huntress joked as she walked towards the front of the group. “I’ve never been in a maze like this, but I should be able to detect which paths lead to dead ends.”
“Great, lead the way!” Trevor exclaimed, handing her the torch. They moved on into the maze, the torch becoming more and more unnecessary since stabs of light shone down and illuminated patches of the path. Huntress soon extinguished the flame.
“I wonder if Rachel and Austin have figured out we’re missing yet.” Azalea said to Trevor.
“Probably. Either that or they’ll think we’re dead.” Trevor chuckled, “Imagine if they did and they couldn’t find us, and there was a whole funeral for us and we showed up to our own funeral. Well, if we get out of here.”
“I don’t see the humor in Rachel and Austin’s pain.”
“It’s not their pain that’s funny, it’s – never mind.” Trevor laughed again at Azalea’s confusion, “You know, that’s one way I can tell you and Austin are twins besides your appearance. You two don’t have much of a sense of humor.”
“Not in terms of funerals, no.” Azalea replied.
“It’s not the funeral that’s funny or the fact that they think we’re dead… wait, no, it is the fact that they think we’re dead… Just lighten up, it’s only a scenario, which maybe won’t happen if we get back home soon.”
“I hope.” Azalea murmured.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Huntress
“Great, lead the way!” Trevor handed me the torch, and I began searching the maze.
Eventually, light began appearing, shining through racks in the wall. I extinguished the torch and studied the light. It didn’t seem like sunlight, but it wasn’t something like lava either. The cave was far too cold for that.
I pointed up ahead. “There’s an exit this way, although I don’t know what it leads to. Be careful, we could be walking into a trap.”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
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