Labyrinth rp

[Loopy]

@keilah-h

Felicity

Felicity kept her hand inside her satchel as she followed, resting on the handle of her revolver.

“What do you mean? Those were animal noises! Dangerous animal noises! Are your teammates a bunch of -”

They rounded a corner and Huntress finally stopped. Felicity now looked at her teammates.

“… Oh.”

🎵Movin’ right along🎶

[whaley]

@loopylin

By the time I get home from work, it’s always about 9pm for you guys 🙁

It’ll work, no worries. How old is Mel, by the way?

I am now sorely tempted to send a random character into the early 2000s.

@the_lost-journal

Whatever you want to do.

I will make you lose The Game with me.

[Three Ducks in a Trench Coat]

@loopylin

Not uncommon for me to on around then, XD.

MARCIE! YOU MADE EGG SOUP!

[Loopy]

@whalekeeper

How old is Mel, by the way?

Imma say 8 for this role play, but im actually not sure.

 

@theducktator

yayy fellow night owl

🎵Movin’ right along🎶

[Loopy]

Here’s a really old drawing of Mel if anyone wants to see. I haven’t drawn her in a while so her outfit is a bit outdated.

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[whaley]

@loopylin @rae @the_lost-journal

Just reread Mel’s scene to make sure everything is in order, and the garden shears crack me up.

Barnes

Everywhere Barnes turned, the maze refused to behave. When she stuck her hand in a wall – a last ditch effort to part the plants – a hidden rose bush got in the way.

The thorns stung, and Barnes could do nothing but suck the blood off and sheath her hand in her pocket. She stood back to survey her surroundings, dismayed to find herself locked inside a box of walls.

One of the walls had no plant life, and was a simple stone construction. It did not look familiar, and no sensitive vines protected it. With that in mind, Barnes took the risk and climbed. She made it to the top. There, she crouched to keep balance and gazed out at the maze.

The endless dark paths lay before her, curled and twisted like crossed strings on a ball of yarn. Towards the horizon, the mist came into play. It obstructed the landscape with purple and gray tints.

Inside the maze, everything was still, but a current of wind howled over the top and into Barnes’ face. She sat back and let it blow. Her almost white hair tangled to the point where it hung like lace over her eyes.

“Naughty, naughty,” something said.

The voice came from on the wall in front of Barnes. She quickly looked down.
Two decorative statues sat on the corner of the wall. Both blinked at her with dark stone eyes. They stood as high as a step-stool. One of them wore intricate feathered wings and a marble cloak, while the other had a grotesquely toothy smile. They were an angel and a gargoyle.

Barnes stumbled a little on the edge of the wall. “I’ve done nothing wrong. Where I come from, the biggest swift owns the chimney.”

The angel statue walked around her, looking her up and down. Her cloak rolled fluidly at her feet, but the rest of her body creaked. She studied the human in relative silence.

“You’re quite insensitive,” the gargoyle snorted. “Something tells me you’d make a good statue.”

“I don’t think so,” Barnes retorted. She turned around and recoiled as she found her face being held in the hands of the other statue.

The stone angel traced the brow of Barnes’ mask and touched her nose with a smile. She suddenly laughed, sounding like the coo of a mourning dove. “I could easily see you as one of my sisters. If the labyrinth finds you up here, you should join us! We could steal wings off a dragon and make you just as pretty!”

“Thank you. Where can I find the other prisoners?”

The angel stood up and pointed towards a thicker part of the maze, a bit farther than expected. Her marble staff rung in the air as she turned to gaze at Barnes again. Her eyelids shifted up and down, stone grating on stone. “Somebody is over there. I don’t know who it is. Get down, quickly, before the labyrinth -“

Barnes patted the angel’s head. Without waiting for the rest, she sprinted along the top of the wall, dodging decorative metal spikes. She almost tripped a couple times, but managed to skip a few pathways before the vines stopped her for good. She jumped away and landed feet first on the ground.

She was encased in a private garden. The labyrinth rounded out, creating a space for a pavilion and a small tree. The tree itself looked like a cross between a plum tree and a willow, and the fruit hung like dark pearls over the platform.

Barnes scanned the garden and slowly settled down in the pavilion. The place had no sign of people. She crossed her arms over the chest of her red jacket and closed her eyes, listening to the crying of the night wind.

I will make you lose The Game with me.

[whaley]

@loopylin

I remember that doodle. Last time I saw it was at least a year ago.

I will make you lose The Game with me.

[Loopy]

@whalekeeper

Yea, it’s old.

Should I rp her finding Barnes? Is that what we’re doing?

I love the statues btw

🎵Movin’ right along🎶

[whaley]

@loopylin

Should I rp her finding Barnes? Is that what we’re doing?

Yep, that was my thought! I have to go to bed, but I’ll get back to this when I can.

I love the statues btw

We needed some aesthetic statues. :]

I will make you lose The Game with me.

[Loopy]

I hope this is coherent. i am very tired.

@whalekeeper 

Melissa

After walking for a bit, Mel found herself a good stick to be her companion, as one should always have on a long walk. It was tall enough to be a walking stick, but still light enough to be a pretend sword. When she tested out her fencing skills on one of the leafy walls, she was chased off by moving vines that tried to grab at her.

As she ran, he paths split and turned, until she came to an area that was a bit more open and had a tree and a pavilion in the middle. Mel approached the tree and picked one of the strange fruits. She was about to bite into it when she turned and saw someone in the pavilion. She paused, then tucked her stick under her arm and got out her flashlight to get a better look.

It was a lady, with blonde hair, a red jacket, and a mask on her face. It was unclear whether or not the woman had noticed that she was not alone yet.

Mel stared at the stranger, flashlight beam aimed directly at her masked face. There were only two kinds of people Mel could think of who wore masks: trick-or-treaters and people from comic books.

She stared for another couple seconds before asking loudly, “Are you a supervillain?”

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[whaley]

@loopylin

Barnes

The light hurt Barnes’ eyes. Once she figured out it came from a little girl and not a monster, she rubbed her eye with a hand under the mask. “I… don’t think so. I should hope not.”

The girl had messy hair and a coat with many pockets. She held a stick in her arm. Her gaze twinkled with both curiosity and suspicion.

“Where did you come from?” Barnes asked, speaking softly even though her heart pounded from stress.

I will make you lose The Game with me.

[Loopy]

@whalekeeper

Melissa

Mel turned and pointed at the path she had just come from, accidentally dropping her stick as she did so. She crouched down to pick it up again.

🎵Movin’ right along🎶

[Ruth]

@the_lost-journal @to-whom-it-may-concern

I’m gonna say that the wall on Gabriel’s side is like the rest, while on Barnes’s side it had that paper texture since Whaley said it was magic.

The Protector—Gabriel

Gabriel punched the wall again in frustration when he heard no reply from Barnes. It hurt, but he didn’t really care. Even from the quick contact of his fist, vines, thick and thorny, shifted. He knew it would be vain to try and climb the wall and get to Barnes, it’d only cause more trouble. At least she appeared more mature than Leander or Cassius, so Gabriel assumed that she would be okay. He decided to stay where he was for the night. If she wasn’t back by sunrise, he would try to find her. Until then, he could only sit and wait.

The silence of the night calmed him. A gentle breeze traveled through the maze, rustling the leaves on the walls. Gabriel dislodged his mask, feeling the night air, fresh and calm, upon his face. He held his mask in his hands, finger tracing the small scratch the wall had inflicted. His thoughts wandered back to the Fourth Protector, the Protector who had painted the broken chains on the mask, and now lived, old and withered, in Gabriel’s cottage back home. He knew the old man could take care of himself at home, but he still worried. What if he never could return? He didn’t trust the imp, and part of him wondered if there were enough of those purple balls to send everyone home, or if some would be left forever searching. He didn’t doubt that they sent someone home, the rune over the left eye of his mask had showed him his home through the ball after all.

Gabriel sighed. There was nothing he could do about it. If there really weren’t enough balls for everyone, he would forever be in this maze. He was sure of that. It was his duty as a Protector.

His pale yellow eyes looked up towards the sky, making out the moon even through the fog.

But the peaceful night was shattered by a howl. It was like a wolf’s except it it was mixed with the screech of a wild cat, and ended with what sounded almost like the scream of a woman. Gabriel put on his mask again, bursting to his feet, heart thumping inside his chest. He knew that howl.

#MakeNahimTakeABreak
#AnduthForever (💕)

[whaley]

@rae

Yep I meant the wall to be more normal on his side, I should have clarified.

@loopylin

Barnes

“I’m Barnes. What’s your name?”

I will make you lose The Game with me.

[Keilah H.]

@loopylin

Huntress

Felicity followed me, confused. “What do you mean? Those were animal noises! Dangerous animal noises! Are your teammates a bunch of –”

We rounded a corner, and I finally saw them. Soldier angrily beat his wings over Sniper as the Argonite tried to hold  him back. I noticed a few broken stone statues around and realized the Ornithiform had come to the same initial conclusion as I did–that this was a magic trap set by his ex-friend.

Soldier noticed me and stopped struggling. “Oh, hey Huntress! Merasmus got you too? Sniper thinks that it wasn’t him, but I know he’s around here somewhere, hiding his cowardly tail from us!!”

Sniper sighed, stepping away from him, his tail lashing in annoyance. “It can’t be him, Solly. You know how much he likes showin’ off–we’d be fightin’ him already if this were his fault.” He looked up at me. “So ‘ere’s where you’ve been! I was lookin’ for ya when this big dumb bird decided to attack me, and we ended up in this place. Who’s yer companion?”

 

 

 

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