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Despair Syndrome {Closed RP}
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Post by
tuvarkz
Raegar Stormbreaker, Marrosh
Entrance Hall
Raegar was going to go to the dining hall, but he was held on by the arm. Marrosh whispered to him: "With me kid. We are gonna test some things that might give us the edge."
Guest Wing
"But what for?"
"Because our blood is infused with felblood. Tsubedai's blood is clean, and Zeeta can't use magic."
Marrosh then opened the door to his room, locking it from the inside when the duo entered the room
Marrosh's Room
"Now, this is the long version of what we are going to do. Our magic generating capability, or the ability to cast spells from mana or my runes is definitely sealed. What we could do, however, is use some of our blood as catalyst and battery for some spells. However, be reminded that such spells will count as warlock magic."
Post by
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shadesong
Location
: Entrance Hall
Falionna watched as several of the newfound residents of the mansion began to walk to their rooms for ploting or sceming, she could not care less. For now it was more important to get to know the people, find a weakness or habit that can be exploited in the future. If she decided to kill that is, as being a mere pet for someones amusment is not plesant for her.
Character
: Noergel Voidheart
Location
: Noergel's room, Guest Wing
Noergel closed the door and locked it as soon as he, was inside his room. He walked over to the fireplace and colected some of it's ashes and began to create a omnious circle with runed and other scrablings on it, as such was needed to summon a creature of the void, should it work in this magic suppresed manor.
Post by
Lordplatypus
Lancalor Orcbane
Lancalor's Room
Lancalor stared at his handywork, a large makeshift bellows had been attached to the fireplace. While still not powerful enough to forge armor, besides the point that he didn't have the proper materials for it, it should be able to melt silverware, and with the tools he had assembled out of random ends, shaped into a Libram, one he'll need to aid him in forcing past this anti-magic field.
Post by
Atik
Olet Hopewell
Guest Wing
Olet fiddled with her key for a moment, finally unlocking the door and slipping into her room; glad to be somewhat free of the insanity.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Conrad Warren
Location
: Guest Wing - Conrad Warren's room
It was a long and painful trek, but to all things comes an end, and so Conrad's journey to his room - which just happened to be near the far end of the corridor - was over. So was the stream of invectives the moment the soundproof door slammed shut behind his back.
He clenched his teeth tightly and slowly tried to shift weight onto his injured leg. A hiss of pain escaped his mouth, then he shook his head angrily and headed to the bathroom. His clothes lying neatly folded - and, it seemed, freshly ironed as well - was a welcome sight. The absence of his sword - along with its scabbard, no less! - was, on the other hand, most certainly not. Conrad frowned; as if his dark passenger being silent was not enough, leaving him - for the first time in years - completely alone. The absence of somebody to bicker with at all times was getting stale fast.
At least the party suit he had woken up in could be used for bandages, the clothing material allowed for that. Conrad decided he would take care of the wound - at least the damn clockwork midget in his infinite graciousness provided the guests an abundance of hot water. And then, well...
Conrad paused before a large mirror, staring in the eyes of his reflection. He focused inwardly, sending a call - and felt a vague stirring. The passenger was still there alright, simply suppressed along with his arcane might. Whatever dampening field was keeping him and his fellow guests in check was an artificial thing, if Monogear's parlor tricks were anything to judge by - and that meant that someone industrious could dismantle it.
The human flashed himself a toothy grin. His cold eyes darkened for all of two heartbeats, becoming two drops of molten brass floating in bottomless pits of black tar, then reverting to normal - human - state.
The field would be dismantled somehow. Then the real fun would begin.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Guest Room
Easing the door opened Arthur took a step inside. Pausing, he cast his eyes around the room and examined his new surroundings carefully. A quaint writing desk with papers and a map sat to his right along with an armour stand with what appeared to be a woman's armour, judging by the space in the chest. What exactly Monogear expected them to do with such a thing (or worse, what Monogear himself did with women's armour!) Arthur did not know, or care to speculate. Directly across from and settled into the wall was a fireplace, flanked by a clock and map. Near them rested a closet and bed with a small table beside it.
A small trunk sat near the left of the wall. Somewhat surprised, Arthur approached it. He stared down at the small blue teddy bear. Arthur picked up the bear. Holding it at arms length, man and bear gazed into each others eyes.
"Oh fel I'm going to die in here!"
Character:
Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location:
Guest Room
Zeeta stared at the room. Glancing about, she quickly shut the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she pressed her face into her hands. She shuddered.
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470415
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Guest Room
"Gah!" Arthur whirled about, holding the teddy bear out before him defensively. "What are you doing in here!"
Post by
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shadesong
Location
: Entrance Hall
"Shall we converse?" The dark ranger asked. Finding the silence rather dull to her liking.
Character
: Noergel Voidheart
Location
: Noergel's room, Guest Wing
After completing his summoning ritual without result, as expected the undead simply left his circle and went to the desk and sat down in it's chair with a parchent infront of him and a quill in his right hand.
"Wonder if cursed items work here...." He asked to himself loudly. A perfect murder wepon, a simple trinket for the wear that would be the wielders undoing.
Post by
Persen
Theresa Oakes
Guest Room (Theresa's)
After most of the others had entered their rooms and thus disappeared from the corridor, Theresa opened her door and entered quickly. After having carefully closed and locked behind her, she quickly scanned the room from her position by the door. It was simple, spartan even, but held everything she might reasonably require. A rather comfortably-looking bed, a desk with a few books (all classics) and a wardrobe. There was also another, less sturdy door, presumably leading to a washroom, and a chair. She immediately stepped over to the cabinet, opened it and inspected the clothes inside.
There were a few dresses (
bah!
) and a set of more relaxed pieces of attire. She picked out a pair of pants and laid them on the bed, and then grabbed a plaid shirt and a sleeveless top. They were thrown haphazardly onto the sheets before she went though the drawers. Eventually she found what she searched for - another sheet. With the help of her teeth she tore stripes out of the cloth.
After having changed into the much more comfortable pants and top, Theresa began wrapping her wrists with the stripes, forming makeshift bracers. When they were both tied reasonably neatly tied, she put on the long-sleeved shirt and hid her innovative armour.
A quick check of the presumed bathroom (she was correct, and no one hid in there to kill her) and a double-check on the door locks later, she laid down on the bed to clear her thoughts.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Conrad Warren
Location
: Guest Room (Conrad's)
Conrad slipped out of the clothes, glad to be rid of them if only because they were part of House Daybreak. All the more gleeful he was when he tore them to strips that would become bandages - or, in the case of one particular part that once belonged to the pants, a gag. Even though no one would hear him, Conrad still bit into it to suppress his cries of pain that would inevitably come when he began to clean the wound.
The gash was clean and shallow, and Conrad had endured worse than that, but it still hurt like hell. In other circumstances he would have been thankful for the fine, thin material of the shirt. Now he simply held onto the thought of taking Monogear apart - along with anyone who would stand in his way. He let out a dark chuckle at the prospective of being attacked; after all, he had a limp and therefore was an easy target, was he not?
Character
: Tsubedai
Location
: Entrance Hall
Tsubedai opened his mouth, then closed it. He shook his head again and headed into the dining hall.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Guest Room
Arthur turned a look of repulsion on the teddy bear. He suddenly was not so sure bout the small stuffed animal...And even more so about him being in such a confined space with the homicidal little robot. Still, the youth thought, this might be an opportunity to extract some information from their...captor? Host? A bit of both, he supposed.
"...Ri-ight. So..." Arthur slowly put the bear down on the dresser, "why exactly us, anyway? Did I fill out a survey or something?"
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470415
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Guest Room
"Well
I
thought I was getting a free meal at some friend of my uncle's. Guess I was half right, but I expected to be able to go home afterwards."
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355559
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470415
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Guest Room
Taking a bit of a risk, Arthur replied, "Like putting a manor out and assuming no one will ever investigate it in all the time it will take for your captives to die?" Arthur narrowed his eyes a fraction. "Or did you?"
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470415
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Guest Room
Arthur stared at the spot which the robot had stood. Damn. He shouldn't have been so abrupt. Twirling his key about a finger, the student descended into his own thoughts. Was it an act? Or sincerity? His nervousness did not seemed feigned, but he had far too little knowledge to go on at the moment. Either way, hope was doubtful to come soon. If he wanted to leave, odds were he would have to find his own way.
Turning away Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The open door caught his eye and with a grunt he moved to close it.
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