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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.”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.”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.”That’s okay!
“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.”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.”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.”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.”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.”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.”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.”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.”Alright!
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@keilah-h @princesachronicle22
Just to let you guys know, The Terror uses these questions to figure out the internal struggles of the characters so then he can use that to manipulate them. If you guys want to add to him that’s totally fine, I’m kind of just making stuff up as I go lol, and don’t want to dominate the RP. Sorry if I’ve been doing that.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@keilah-h @princesachronicle22
Rosalind
“The Terror? What – who is that?” Rosalind asked.
The creature closed its eyes, remaining silent.
“Please, tell me what is going on. There are others who have been brought here as well. Why are we all here?” Rosalind waited for any sort of response, but found none.
“You have little patience.”
This new voice was the bitter wind of winter. It froze Rosalind’s heart, and unlike the white creature’s voice, it was strong and piercing, but with a hint of cruel merriment.
The speaker of the voice stood in front of Rosalind. To her surprise, he appeared to be a man clad in trousers, a cloak, and adorned with a hat. His face was covered completely in a sort of mask. The mask depicted nothing and was pitch black.
Rosalind stood up, and as she did she gathered her courage. “Are you The Terror, sir?”
“Who else would I be? Of course I’m him. And you can stop pretending to be brave even though you’re not, you’re not that knight of yours.”
“How do you know about Emmerich?” Rosalind asked, her face coloring slightly.
“Well, as you just said yourself, there’s others who were brought here. I took the liberty of finding them. They’re an interesting bunch of people, the first interesting ones that have been here in a while.”
“There have been others here?”
“Oh yes, plenty of others. They’re all still here.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere. There’s so many of them it’s hard to catch a glimpse of them.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s enough questions. It’s my turn to ask some things now.” The Terror motioned for Rosalind to sit down again, and Rosalind, as she was not sure what to think, obeyed. The Terror stood motionless in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back.
“You have heard of Twenty Questions? No? Well, I will ask you twenty questions and you will give me a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to the question. I may ask less than twenty, though.”
Rosalind glanced at the white creature. Its eyes were still closed.
“Now, my first question: do you have a family?”
It took a long time for Rosalind to respond. Will someone hurt them if I tell him? Rosalind thought. But I cannot lie, that would be immoral.
“Answer the question.” The Terror said, “Don’t try to lie either. I already know the answer.”
“Why ask the question if you know the answer?”
“I said I’m asking the questions, not you. Here is my next one: has this said family failed you in any way?”
When silence was the answer, The Terror stepped closer to Rosalind. “You must answer, or else your precious knight and the others with him will be harmed. I could send my friend to them now, and they would all be done with.”
“My answer is yes.” Rosalind said quickly.
“Good. I always love a threat; it works so much better than negotiation.
Are you continually failed by this family, and by others around you?”
“Yes.”
“And has this restrained your view of others?”
“…yes.”
“Very good, I admire your honesty. I have no other questions to ask you.”
“May I leave now?” Rosalind asked, folding her hands and resting them in her lap.
“If I let you leave, my master wouldn’t have as much fun messing with your colleagues. No, you’ll have to stay here.” The Terror patted the white creature, “Don’t worry, my friend is harmless. At least, to you he will be. I cannot guarantee anything for the others. Goodbye.” With that, The Terror was gone.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”
