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Trevor
Huntress pointed 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.”
The group followed her cautiously. The tunnel seemed to narrow round them, causing them to walk in a single file line. Trevor was feeling alright until he felt some sort of stone press down underneath his foot and knew that it was over.
A sound like a stone shifting echoed through the cave. Trevor realized what was happening about a second too late, and at that point he and Emmerich had been taken by a wall trap, flipping them to a new location.
A new sound filled their ears, one of a scuttling noise below them. Trevor peered over the precipice and gave a low whistle. “That’s a lot of bugs.”
Emmerich gazed down, and Trevor might have imagined it, but there seemed to be a flicker of fear. Trevor looked to the other side, and it was a long way across, to say the least. Well, this is gonna be interesting. He thought.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Hey, you doing okay?
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@theshadow Sorry! Just was busy and every time I was gonna go rp here I got caught up doing something else and forgot. Should be able to do it today.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
That’s okay!
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@theshadow Okay i’m ready now heheh
Sniper
The tunnel narrowed to a single file line. I took up the back end of the group so my tail wouldn’t get in the way.
I woulda warned Trevor of what lay beneath his feet, but he’d already stepped on it.
He and Emmerich were both dropped through the floor before I ‘ad the chance to yank ‘em back. A chasm opened between me and Azalea and Huntress.
I tried to jump the gap but fell short, my claws scrapin’ on the wall.
Huntress’s voice shriekin’ my name was the last thing I heard before I lost my grip entirely and plummeted, slammin’ onto the stone and blackin’ out.
I awoke alone. I could feel blood on the side and back of my head, but whatever wounds I got from the fall seemed to ‘ave stopped bleedin’ a while back ago. No bones appeared to be broken. That was a miracle.
I stood up shakily and grabbed my weapon. Sure, I was a little dizzy, but I didn’t care. I needed to get back to my team.
I then realized someone else was in the same room, and he wasn’t one of my previous companions.
idk i guess we could say he got grabbed by one of the animals and taken to the guy in charge or something.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Azalea
“Sniper!” Huntress shrieked. Azalea watched in horror as he fell down a chasm that had torn open the ground behind Huntress and Azalea.
Huntress rushed to the edge of the chasm and peered over, once again calling Sniper’s name. It only echoed down without a response.
“Do you think he’s…” Azalea couldn’t finish the thought.
“Sorry, Huntress. Sniper’s tough, right? I’m sure he’s fine.” Azalea said, attempting a smile.
The reality of their situation crashed down on her: Rosalind was alone with some creature, Sniper was likely hurt, and Trevor and Emmerich had been whisked off to who knows where.
“What do we do now?”
idk i guess we could say he got grabbed by one of the animals and taken to the guy in charge or something.
Sounds good.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Huntress
“Do you think he’s….?” Azalea trailed off.
I stared down into the chasm, my eyes blurring with tears.
He’s not dead. He can’t be. You thought he was dead once, and look what happened. He’s gotta be alive.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” she continued, not sounding very sure.
I stood up and tried to clear my head. “Yeah. He’ll….be fine.”
I didn’t sound very sure of it either.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“I’m not sure.” I admitted. “We could keep going forward and hope they catch up eventually, or we could take our chances with the traps and try to find the boys.”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Azalea
“Yeah. He’ll….be fine.” Huntress was clearly shaken, but did her best not to show it.
When Azalea asked what they should do, Huntress sighed. “I’m not sure.” She admitted. “We could keep going forward and hope they catch up eventually, or we could take our chances with the traps and try to find the boys.”
Based on personal experience, manipulating the traps would likely make things worse than before. Azalea wished Trevor were still there. She didn’t have half the confidence he had, or half the recklessness. Well, that part was probably a good thing.
“Maybe we should just keep going on.” Trevor would be fine. He had faced crazy things before, and this would be no different. “Maybe wherever the others are will lead to wherever this tunnel goes.”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Well that’s weird. I thought i posted an rp. I either didn’t hit send or it got eaten.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Oof, thanks a lot KP.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@theshadow real
unless it was my fault for not sending it lol
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
I’ll just have to redo it tomorrow….*sigh*
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
@theshadow seems like I had an idea but actually never wrote it down in the first place. Bruh. LOL
so it wasn’t kp just my forgetfulness lol
Huntress
“Maybe we should just keep going on. Maybe wherever the others are will lead to wherever this tunnel goes.” Azalea offered.
“I hope so.” I said, looking back at the deep rift before turning around and following her down the tunnel. We walked side by side for a few minutes, not saying anything.
My stripes rippled in the dim light; it’d been a while since I actually let the patterns on my skin shift in reaction to what was around them. Mostly I kept them the same all the time.
The light grew brighter; both of us ended up shielding our eyes. But what we stepped into was still underground, just lit from above by some sort of lantern.
Weird.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Nooo, you self-sabotaged yourself!
For this next part, I’m kind of making stuff up, so if it’s not anything you like then it’s okay if you want to change it.
Azalea
“I hope so.” Huntress said, following Azalea down the tunnel. Both were deep in thought and had nothing to say.
A light appeared at the end of the tunnel, growing brighter as the two neared it. It grew so bright to the point where they shielded their eyes. Azalea and Huntress stepped into the room containing the light.
It took a moment for them to adjust to the light. Once they finally had, they stared all about them as alarm slowly rose within them.
Photos pasted the walls, depicting all different kinds of people, places and strange creatures the two had never seen before. Papers covered a few photos, where, scratched onto them in the handwriting style of a child, were names, birthdays, and other information about certain people.
“What is this place?” Azalea whispered, her heart beat quickening with dread. Her gaze fell on one group of photos: her and Trevor. She inhaled sharply; they had been taken practically anywhere they had gone, whether they were together or not.
Azalea scanned the room with an eye looking for something. She soon found these things. There were photos of Emmerich and Rosalind (which she didn’t know how that was possible) and Huntress and Sniper. There were photos that seemed more fresh of a fourth couple, but she didn’t recognize them. “What… what’s going on?”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@theshadow nahh I like it!
btw it’ll take a while for me to reply cause i’m currently on a road trip for my dad’s birthday.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
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