Savage
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Post by Savage on Nov 8, 2011 21:56:20 GMT -8
Finding himself free, a dazed Savage, now completely transformed, shook his head and tried to focus. The ghoul's dying shrieks and the massive thunderclap which had followed shortly after its demise had affected his sensitive hearing, and his ears still rang.
He couldn't explain what had just happened between Dreamchild and the creature. She had used some kinda energy attack to kill it. Savage had never seen her do that before. He had also never heard her voice change like that. She had sounded so weird. The whole situation was nuts. Doppler would've been asking questions. Of course, he would've also been rushing over to the kid's side -- Savage knew he was close to her. Well, Savage would help Dreamchild too, by making sure that nothing else tried to attack her or the rest of the team.
Recovering from his disorientation, he almost didn't notice Mechnician, who was hovering by his face just then, and turned his head to look at her. He didn't quite know what to say to the mouse. That's when they heard it. A voice. It sounded cocky and smug. Savage pulled his ears back, glowering furiously as his eyes darted around the parlor in search of the speaker. Whoever it was that was talking to them, mocking them, he hated him immensely.
"COME ON OUT AND FIGHT, COWARD!" Savage bellowed, taking up a combat position. The volume of his voice was enough to rattle the grandfather clock's glass paneling and the window panes. He didn't care who the voice belonged to -- he'd have no qualms about fighting its owner.
Mechnician had flown over to where Dreamchild was. Savage dropped to all fours, backing up until he was closer to Mechnician and Dreamchild. Making sure that both females were behind him, he then glanced around, growling and ready to tear into anything he saw that looked even remotely evil like some over-sized guard dog.
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She-Wolf
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Post by She-Wolf on Nov 20, 2011 15:04:29 GMT -8
It all seemed to happen in an instant... the flash of illuminant light, the disappearance and apparent demise of the ghastly spirit... and that unearthly scream that came from Dreamchild. She-Wolf was left with her dark gray eyes wide open and her lips parted in shock and bewilderment - sweat, born both from her struggle against the strange being's powers and the intensity of the situation overall, trickled down her brow as she quietly panted for breath. Slowly, her fangs, sharpened in her earlier agitation, reverted back to flattened teeth. She-Wolf stared down at Dreamchild, silent and still in her stupor. What... exactly did she do...?
At any rate... she was safe, now. Only unconscious, it seemed, after whatever it was she had unleashed... Mechnician was worriedly tending to her. She-Wolf showed less concern than the mouse... but, amazingly, she did show concern. Her brows tensed, she softly approached her fallen comrade... if at least to ensure for herself that she was in any state to move on. There were no scars or bruises on her... but there was no way of telling if she was hurt or not, when her foe seemed almost... ethereal.
She-Wolf simply couldn't get over witnessing the spectacle that precocious little girl, with whom she had squabbled over the most inane things with, had created. That creature that none of them could even touch... she destroyed it. Obliterated it. Was... was she always that powerful?
The wolf girl's thoughts were put to a halt as the darkened room suddenly burst with light emanating from torches all around them... they lit up by themselves. The entire room was visible, now... and being able to see it in its entirety... She-Wolf felt almost small underneath its towering ceiling. Small, and vulnerable. But whatever fears she felt were successfully repressed as she stood her ground and kept a wary eye, unsheathing her claws and ready to fight whatever threat may be lurking in the room.
Her hair bristled at a sudden, booming voice that seemed to echo all around the room. The startled and agitated wild woman bared her fangs and whirled her head all around, trying to spot the source of the mystery voice. It spoke to them in the most pompous and condescending tone... She-Wolf did not find herself agreeing with Savage on very many things, but she instantly shared his sentiments towards the voice.
"... Who are you?!" she demanded to know, shouting out into the air around them, after Savage furiously demanded the mystery voice to show himself. Her voice shook with uneasiness, but also anger and contempt. Like Savage, she stood adjacent to Dreamchild and Mechnician, in such a position so as to protect as much of the group as she could - the wolf girl and werewolf stood almost opposite each other, both ferociously standing guard against their invisible foe.
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Post by The Ghost Host on Nov 20, 2011 15:13:17 GMT -8
Again, the echoic, disembodied voice chuckled with surprising and confident nonchalance. Whoever he was, he did not fear any of the superpowered beings that threatened him - he seemed certain that there was no way they could harm him. Yet... despite his apparent arrogance, he didn't seem particularly hostile, although it was much too early to be making judgements.
"Please, calm yourselves... I mean none of you any harm. I am merely welcoming you to our humble abode... you may consider me a... host, of sorts." Again, he laughed to himself. "I sincerely apologize, again, for the unfortunate occurrence earlier. I feel somewhat responsible for what had happened, but... all he same, I cannot say I have much control over the hostility of some of our residents, here."
"After all..." he continued, his voice taking on a considerably darker tone. "It can be difficult to maintain a friendly demeanor when you're dead."
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Post by The Balloonist on Dec 6, 2011 3:07:29 GMT -8
The Balloonist's facial muscles loosened, and his eyes lost all traces of anger and fear. Dreamchild (along with Bongo) was the first of the Dream League he met. Of all members it was the Dream Come True whom he'd known the longest. But though he and the girl had gotten to know each other pretty well over the months, and even considered each other friends, what Dreamchild did that day came as a sudden and total shock. Dreamchild had acted very oddly, her mental voice was different, and then she destroyed that demon, or whatever it was. Exactly who was she? It seemed she had kept more secrets hidden than anyone could have guessed, and, frankly, it worried the old man to no small degree.
The room had illuminated into a warm yet eerie glow. The Balloonist didn't give a toss about what was in the room, though, and hurried to Dreamchild. He was relieved that there was no barrier anymore, but the closer he got to the fallen girl, the worse he felt. To hear her labored breaths and to see the pain in her face--the pain she had felt--was a truly disturbing and awful situation. It was situations like that where his anger was brought out. She was just way too young to be a hero, let alone for this kind of stuff! Why was she so persistent?! The desire to save lives and fight crime was always an admirable trait to have, but why Dreamchild? Why the little girl?
He grunted as lowered himself to the floor, to be with her. It was only a very rare occasion to see the Balloonist genuinely upset. He was cranky most of the time, and acted as a playful grandfather often, too. But when he looked to the Mechnician, the worry and sadness in his illuminant eyes were clear as day. Then he noticed that the mouse was obviously upset (probably even more than him), and he could hear it in her voice, too. So he forced himself to be stern. "Get a hold of yourself," he said to the mouse. He wasn't rude about his words, but he obviously meant it. "See? She's breath. She's not dead, thank heavens. She's gonna be all right."
Returning his focus to Dreamchild, he gently cradled the upper half of her body in the best and most comfortable way possible from where he knelt, beside her. "Dreamchild, wa--"
He gasped and shot glances all around when he heard the disembodied voice. The voice was haughty and overconfident--the Balloonist instantly hated it and its enigmatic owner. He clenched his false teeth. His bushy eyebrows lowered closer to his narrowed eyes. He didn't need to say anything; both Savage and She-Wolf had expressed the general consensus quite eloquently. Then the voice spoke again, and confirmed the old man's suspicions. Dead.
It wasn't a surprise, really. After witnessing the hellspawn that had strangled Dreamchild, it was all too obvious that these... things weren't mortal, let alone human. So, this manor was haunted. They had all graciously waltzed into the midst of a Hammer Film Productions horror film. This was bad. This was really bad.
Protected by both the powerhouse beast and the wolf princess, the Balloonist looked to the Mechnician again. He was about to say something to hear, but then he felt Dreamchild stir in his grasp, and moan softly. "Dreamchild?" he said to her.
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Dreamchild
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Post by Dreamchild on Dec 6, 2011 3:20:12 GMT -8
Dreamchild had heard everything. She was too weak to open her eyes, but she heard the thunder. She heard her teammates, and she heard the eerie, enigmatic voice address the Dream League. Savage and She-Wolf both demanded the voice to reveal himself, and she was thankful that they were all right. She felt bad for having worried them, because...
Why did she worry them? What happened? Where was that thing that strangled her? She was obviously on the floor--she could feel it. She was also in the old man's wrinkled grasp, and could feel his breath and smell his aftershave. But how did she get to this point? The last thing she remembered was being strangled by that dead thing (the ghost host of the manor revealed that the manor was haunted. Only an idiot in serious denial would contradict that fact now), and then her world faded to black. She desperately wanted to know, and she wasted no time asking it.
"Nnggh," her light, English-accented voice groaned. She clenched her teeth as she shifted her weight in an attempt to get up, but the Balloonist stopped her and told her to take it easy. She slowly opened her eyes. It took a few seconds for the blurriness to go away, but she eventually recognized the faces of the Balloonist and the Mechnician, both of whom were over her. She turned her head to look for Savage and She-Wolf. Though she couldn't see them well, she knew they were there.
<<That was the worst pain I ever felt in my life,>> her mental voice said. It would have been clearer to understand than her actual voice. Despite speaking telepathically, she made real groans when she slowly regained control of her body. <<It felt like every muscle in my body was tearing apart. And that monster's eyes, and his grip... I seriously thought I was going to die.>> She frowned as she remembered it. <<But I blacked out. What happened? How did I survive? Did you attack him?>>
Her mental voice (and desperate facial expression) was sincere. She truly did not remember what she had done. <<What happened?!>> Dreamchild was concerned about the voice and the team's predicament, but she needed to know how she was still alive and breathing, when she was certain that her life was over.
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Mechnician
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Post by Mechnician on Dec 8, 2011 18:59:18 GMT -8
The Balloonist's scolding came as a little bit of a shock to Gadget. But, he was right, of course. No matter how she felt, she had to act like a hero.
With a slight sniffle, she wiped a tear out of her goggles, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Noting that Dreamchild was apparently regaining consciousness, she hovered nearby in case her first-aid skills were needed.
But that didn't stop her from glancing around the room to note the possible exits. "We shouldn't stay put like this. We're sitting ducks."
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Savage
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Don't get him angry. You wouldn't like him when he's angry...
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Post by Savage on Dec 22, 2011 20:11:50 GMT -8
When Savage and She-Wolf demanded that the host, as he called himself, show himself, he didn’t reply to their challenge -- he didn't even seem nervous -- but told them to calm down. He even apologized for the attack on Dreamchild and said that he meant them no harm, but couldn’t control the manor's other ‘residents’. Apparently he was a ghost himself, just like the creature they had seen earlier.
‘Thanks for nothing.’ Savage grouchily thought. The voice annoyed and concerned Doppler as well, but Savage could tell he was far more worried about Dreamchild.
His ears picked up the sounds of shuffling and movement behind She-Wolf and himself -– he guessed it to be the Balloonist. To the relief of himself and Doppler, they heard Dreamchild stir and begin talking to them in their minds, asking if they had fought off the ghost who had tried to kill her.
She didn’t seem to have any memory of what she had done, which was a little weird in his opinion. Maybe the combination of using such a powerful attack and the situation itself had caused her to forget. He didn’t immediately answer, wondering if he should let one of the other Dreamers answer her question instead. “You attacked it. And killed it.” He finally supplied, not glancing in her direction.
“Mousie’s right.” Savage agreed with Mechnician. All the trouble didn’t really start until that stupid bird brought them to this room. If he saw the thing, he was going to eat it. Dreamchild didn’t look like she was in any position to walk, but one of them could easily carry her if need be.
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She-Wolf
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Post by She-Wolf on Jan 11, 2012 21:02:46 GMT -8
She-Wolf gritted her fangs as she looked upwards into seemingly nothing at all - as if trying to stare down the source of that mocking voice. No harm, my ass, she thought to herself. Dreamchild would have died if she hadn't done... whatever it was she did. That startling spectacle, moments ago, lingered in her mind even now - but, right now, her attention was directed on this cocky somebody who was hiding away somewhere, taunting them. Whoever he was, he was gonna get it when they found him.
However, her belligerent demeanor quickly changed, as the "host" continued on. She-Wolf felt a chill run down her spine, in realization. Dead... quickly, she connected the dots, and her skin ran pale, her hair bristling. That thing that grabbed Dreamchild... it certainly wasn't fake...
Dreamchild's strained voice suddenly diverted her attention from this realization, and she turned around to glance down at her. She really was out cold... just how much strength did that attack take out of her? She-Wolf looked over to Savage when he explained to her what she did, and, unlike him, looked directly down at Dreamchild as she added her own input.
"He's right. You unleashed... something, from your mind..." Concern and even a bit of fear was evident in her tone and facial expression, if only slightly. "Somehow, you were able to kill that..." Again, She-Wolf's blood ran cold. "That ghost..." She couldn't believe she was saying that. Was that really a ghost? A dead spirit...? She didn't want to believe it, and her common sense told her that, by all means, it couldn't be true, but...
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Post by The Ghost Host on Jan 11, 2012 21:15:33 GMT -8
"No need to worry, my friends," that ethereal voiced boomed all around them, once again. "For, as the host of this esteemed household, it is my duty to act as your guide, on this fine evening." A low rumble of thunder echoed off in the distance outside, instantly after he spoke, as if to directly contradict the voice's earlier statement about the weather. "Simply stay close, and I can assure you, you will be completely safe... that is, assuming the other residents here are feeling more benevolent than usual." He chuckled grimly. There was little telling just whose side this mysterious voice was on... but he was offering them guidance. Whether or not it was correct guidance was the question at hand.
Suddenly, a narrow hallway that lay at the far end of the room, opposite the one the Dream League entered the parlor through, was illuminated by a dim glow of unknown origin. It was difficult to tell just what was making it from so far away - they would have to draw closer to find out.
"Kindly follow me, please," the voice spoke, curt yet seemingly polite. Most noticeably, however, the voice sounded as if it had suddenly shifted places - it seemed to be emanating from the hallway that had just lit up.
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Mechnician
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Post by Mechnician on Jan 12, 2012 16:17:34 GMT -8
The voice started up again, the voice of their ghostly host, urging them to move on to the next room.
Mechnician left Dreamchild's side, levitating back up to eye level of her humanoid comrades. "Should we do it? Should we even go on at all?"
"I mean, we came here looking for some crooks. And somehow, I don't think they're using this place as a hideout."
Gadget wasn't particularly scared of ghosts. At least, not more than of anything else that could kill you. But it seemed pointless to just walk into this guy's trap for no reason.
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Dreamchild
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Post by Dreamchild on Feb 15, 2012 21:39:58 GMT -8
Dreamchild, with the Balloonist's help, got up to her feet. She held onto him for support, but she was quickly feeling better. She even managed to speak vocally. "I... I did? But I don't even remember. How could I...." She winced and rubbed her forehead. She was afraid, mostly of herself--if what her comrades said was true, then she apparently had the power to destroy a ghost. Or a demon. Or... what did she do, and why couldn't she remember it?!
She grimaced when the ghost host continued on. She coughed into her free hand and stared bitterly at the obvious destination. "Well, I... I can't say I'm enjoying our time here. And thank you for your help." Her grip on the Balloonist softened more as she regained her strength.
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Post by The Balloonist on Feb 15, 2012 21:44:11 GMT -8
The old man was more than willing to assist the girl. He would have actually carried her if she needed it. She probably still did, but she obviously wanted to get up to her feet first, and he had helped her up. "Don't mention it," he said to Dreamchild. Even though the girl obviously had talents even she didn't seem to recall (which was frighteningly disturbing, really), he still cared for her all the same, like a granddaughter.
He glared at the illuminated room that the ghost host beckoned the Dreamers to enter. He scoffed. "I am not going there. None of us should. You saw what happened. This house is haunted! And one of those... ghosts," he hated to admit, "tried to kill her already. I'm sure those crooks have been killed by those things by now. We should just get outta here. Can't we backtrack?" He continued to hold Dreamchild in place, but he looked over his shoulder, back to where they came from.
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Savage
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Post by Savage on Apr 25, 2012 19:45:47 GMT -8
The voice addressed them again, politely requesting that they follow him as he guided them through the house.
Savage grit his teeth, seemingly to glower at nothing. Like Mechnician, he was indecisive as to what they should do next. The Balloonist thought that they shouldn't continue on, and that the crooks and the other people who had gotten lost were long since dead, murdered at the hands of the undead beings.
On one hand, Savage balked at the idea of turning tail and fleeing. He didn't run from bad guys, bad guys ran from him. Even the supernatural ones. He'd fight them all -- no one was stronger then him! Still, on the other hand, considering that Dreamchild had nearly been killed by one of these ghosts. He wasn't sure if she and the other Dreamers should risk themselves any further. In his view, they weren't as durable as him, and there was no telling what was waiting for them down that hallway...
Savage turned to look to She-Wolf and Dreamchild. "What do you two think?"
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She-Wolf
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Post by She-Wolf on May 10, 2012 13:07:29 GMT -8
She-Wolf tightened her lips and scowled as that voice spoke up again, and, fists tightened, stared defiantly at nothing in particular - for there was no visible source of this voice to stare at.. She didn't trust that slimy tone one bit... And, frankly, she felt no reason to do as it said.
Although silent, she agreed with both Mechnician and The Balloonist - they had entered this house in search of fugitives and missing police officers, and it seemed very likely that they wouldn't find either in here. Even if they were to, however... they probably wouldn't be alive. The wolf girl grit her teeth, now shifting into fangs in agitation. They had walked right into a trap... this was all just a waste of time. And...
She-Wolf turned to face Dreamchild, now back on her own feet. The wild woman's irritated expression softened as she stared at the nervewracked girl. She'd... nearly been killed. If it weren't for that otherwordly display of her powers, she would probably be dead, now. And it was all because they had wandered into this godforsaken house for no real reason, it turns out.
She-Wolf, however, was prideful - she didn't very much like the idea of turning tail on a mission. But there was simply no point to continuing this. They had been following a false trail.
The forest girl tensened her features once again and shouted out to the unseen voice, obstinately. "And why should we listen to you? We don't have time for this, and whatever you're planning, we're not going to fall for it!" And, with that, She-Wolf began to march right back the way they came - expecting the others to follow, of course. There was nothing worth doing to be done, here - it was all just a red herring. For all they know, it could have been a ploy to distract them as something much worse was going on back in the city, or even the Overlook.
Suddenly, however, the wolf girl froze abruptly in her tracks, gasping quietly. Her short brown hair bristled on end, her eyes widening dramatically at whatever it was she was looking at.
... What happened to the hall they had come from...?!
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Post by The Ghost Host on May 10, 2012 13:08:26 GMT -8
Indeed, the very same narrow, open-ended hallway from which the Dream League had entered the spacious parlor... was no longer there. Only a blank, solid wall remained in its place. It was almost as if they had all only dreamt of that hallway... whether it was real or not, however, it very well wasn't there anymore.
And that was not the only evident change in their surroundings. Perhaps more noticeably... the large, columnar window that provided a spacious view of the outside storm was also no longer there. There was no telling when it had vanished - if that was even what had happened - as the room they were in was brightly lit enough that whatever scarce light from the outdoors would remain dark and unnoticeable in comparison. However, the sounds of the downpour outside seemed to have ceased entirely, with the disappearance of the window - chilling, utter silence, broken only by the ticking of the distant grandfather clock, was all that hung in the air.
"Because, my dear..." the disembodied voice spoke up once more. "There's no turning back, now." Suddenly taking on a much darker - some might even say sadistic - tone, the voice chuckled grimly to itself. There was no telling if the owner of this voice was the one responsible for effectively trapping them within this room... unless they were to enter the gloomy hallway awaiting them at the end of the room.
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Mechnician
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Post by Mechnician on May 10, 2012 16:44:44 GMT -8
The best thing for the heroes to do was to exit the way they'd come in. Unfortunately, that no longer seemed to be an option.
Okay, so they were trapped in a haunted house by ghosts, with no way of fighting them. "This isn't good..."
Glancing around at her teammates, Mechnician ventured, "Maybe one of you can break down the wall or something. The door is gone, but the hallway has to be there. Somewhere."
I mean, that was only logical, right?
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Dreamchild
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Post by Dreamchild on Jun 26, 2012 23:36:13 GMT -8
She addressed the elder and Savage. "I've almost died a few times before," Dreamchild weakly said. Having then regained her balance, she stood upright and sighed. She daintily ran her gloved fingers through her hair and fluffed it out (it was messy before). The Dream Come True continued: "But this was the scariest, and we're not dealing with normal people. I think the Balloonist is right. We simply must get out of here."
Dreamchild smiled at She-Wolf when the latter angrily spoke to the disembodied voice. Despite arguing with her earlier, the Forest Princess took an obvious concern for the child. Maybe she wasn't so aloof and cold after all?
Before she could say anything flattering to her, the disembodied voice spoke up menacingly. Dreamchild was afraid, and instinctively huddled close to the Balloonist when she realized that the corridor they walked through not twenty minutes ago was now gone. They were being toyed with, and were forced to continue on.
"You are a rather unpleasant host," she harshly said to the voice mocking voice, unable to hide her indignation. She rarely looked infuriated, but her usually cute face was ugly with anger.
Dreamchild looked to the Mechnician and nodded. "Savage, I don't like giving you orders, but... could you please try and break that wall? Please?" She was still moody, but with blatant respect directed to the Unleashed Mad Dog.
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Post by The Balloonist on Jun 27, 2012 12:03:37 GMT -8
The Balloonist allowed Dreamchild to break away from him when stood upright. But he instinctively wrapped his arm around her again when the League was indirectly threatened by the voice. There's no turning back now... He looked back to find that the way they came from was gone, and they would have to be forced to go forward. This was outlandish! When the females suggested tearing down the wall, the Balloonist shook his head and waved his free hand.
"Hey, hey! No, we can't do that! You've seen how decrepit this house is, remember? If Savage breaks through that wall, it could bring this whole place down..."
He groaned and slipped his hand under his glasses, rubbing his eyes wearily. "This is the pits. I want to go back, but we can't. We're being played for saps!" He reached his boiling point. He was done playing politely grumpy. Now he was furious.
He grit his false teeth, broke free from Dreamchild and shook his ringed hand angrily at the ceiling, as if the host could see it. "You send another one of those--those monsters after her again, and I'll send ya to hell! GOT THAT?!"
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Savage
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Post by Savage on Jul 4, 2012 15:15:55 GMT -8
His attention drawn by the smug voice to where the open-ended hall had once been, Savage turned to look in that direction. Seeing that the hall really was gone, his eyes grew large and the line of his mouth turned downwards as an incredulous look spread across his face. The window -- it was gone too! They were trapped.. A furious growl rumbled up from the behemoth's throat.
When Mechnician and then Dramchild requested that he break down the wall, Savage nodded in grim determination before moving towards the wall, pounding a heavy fist into the open palm of his other hand. It'd give him no greater joy then to tear this stupid place up a little.
The Balloonist stopped him with a shout, and he stopped to look back at the old-timer, puzzled and kind of annoyed at being interrupted. But as he listened to the Balloonist, Savage realized he was right. This place was old, and Savage didn't want to knock the wall down and end up killing the other Dreamers by mistake. He lowered his hands.
Well, that settled it then. Sending another scathing look towards the ceiling, Savage addressed their ghostly host. "Alright, smart guy. We'll do this your way. For now."
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Mechnician
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Post by Mechnician on Jul 4, 2012 17:05:04 GMT -8
"I guess the only thing we can do is to go that way," Mechnician sighed, pointing through the one doorway that presented itself. "Even though it's got to be a trap."
If only her powers were more suited to this situation, then maybe Gadget could be of some help. Oh, well, maybe the ghost would have a bulldozer or something later on.
"Maybe we shouldn't stay too bunched up," she ventured, trying to mitigate the danger they were most likely in. "Then at least if somebody falls into a trap, the others'll be free to rescue him. Or her."
So saying, the little mouse drifted toward the doorway for a peek into the next room.
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