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Something Something Serpens Sleepover - Ebony Dappled Rohan
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Post by ebonynightmare on Feb 8, 2017 1:01:17 GMT -5
The boy doubted that their logic and reasoning would yield any reward. Knell didn't seem like the type of person--did he even count as a person?--to put that much thought into arbitrary boxes. Both Chase and Kemp had valid thought processes, though Kemp seemed know quite a bit about gambling and demons. Interesting. Perhaps that would have to be investigated at a later time. But for now, he hadn't voiced a preference, and so he would have to go along with whatever they chose. He didn't trust Knell to not have a game in every box anyway, so that they would never win, no matter which box they chose. It would have been an action befitting a member of the Serpens dorm.
Thus, Kyland was surprised when he gloated that they had chosen wrong, and there was in fact a box that would have led to the reward of alcohol. Knell's dark glee made him groan inwardly and almost wish that he had voted for box number one. It was beginning to seem more and more like they would need alcohol to get through this day.
"I can't even remember where I got this one" was not what he wanted to hear. With any luck, the contents of the box would only result in the slight destruction of their room or the spontaneous combustion of one of its occupants, rather than the destruction of the whole school or the death of all four boys in the room. The explosion of feathered creatures--chickens--elicited a startled laugh from the normally stoic boy.
"What. The. Hell." One eyebrow shot up when a chicken began to attack Knell with a baseball bat. There was no way this was real. Alastor was torturing him again with hallucinations, wasn't he? But no, this was denied by the demon, who was just as flabbergasted as his host. Kyland jumped back to avoid the wildly swinging baseball bat. His heart rate shot up, but he wasn't sure if that was from almost being smashed into a pancake by a chicken or from the spike of energy from Alastor feeding off Knell's panic. Just as his roommate vanished under the table, he screamed out the true location of the second box.
Well, this was quite possibly the weirdest experience he had ever had.
"I guess he really meant it when he said "let's make things interesting"," Kyland mused. Intrigued, he knelt, looking for any trace of his roommate under the table, and was alarmed when he felt a tugging sensation. Without realizing it, he disappeared, following Knell into the depths of chicken hell.
(OOC: Err if this is too weird for y'all let me know and I can change this post xD)
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Post by Rohan on Feb 10, 2017 12:36:49 GMT -5
Kemp was startled by the sudden appearance of bat wielding chickens, lifting his legs so he was sitting cross legged in his chair. At first, he looked to Kayland to see if this was some type of prank. Judging by the laugh that escaped him, it seemed unlikely that Ky knew anything about the scene unfolding before them- which brought Kemp no comfort.
Watching the chickens beat Knell before dragging him under the table, Kemp looked towards his roommate to see what he thought of the situation. Was the school aware that there were chickens attacking the students? What could he do to help? He certainly didn't want to get the chickens' attention, but felt bad that Knell was left to fend them off alone.
"I guess he really meant it when he said 'let's make things interesting'," Kyland mused shortly before getting dragged into chicken hell himself. Witnessing Kyland disappear just as Knell had, Kemp made and uncomfortable sound while shifting in his chair."Uhhm..can we go..?" He asked, clearly unsettled as he peered cautiously under the table from his seat. At this point he didn't really care if he looked like a scaredy-cat, he just wanted to retreat to the safety of his room that was chicken free.
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Post by dappled on Feb 11, 2017 14:33:15 GMT -5
chase
Okay, this took the cake for being the weirdest encounter Chase has ever had. His logic definitely hadn't been fool-proof, even though he found it pretty reasonable, as Knell quickly opened the box to reveal... Chickens? With baseball bats? If this hadn't been a school for the gifted, he probably would've thought that somebody drugged him behind his back, because this was unbelievable. Was a board game really worth this theatrical hassle? His hackles rose (well, maybe in his mind they did since he hadn't physically transformed into his feline form), and a flash of yellow raced across his irises in a moment of predatory hunger. "Hey, don't shout like that, Jesus," he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, watching as Kyland and Kemp shared similar reactions to his own. Kyland, on one hand, seemed more concerned with actually helping the guy, while Kemp was nearly stunned into silence. According to what Knell had said, it was up to them to find the actual box labeled "2," but Kyland had literally been dragged under the bed after his roommate. The boy released an audible snarl under his breath, swallowing any other animalistic urges that started bubbling to the surface. All of the commotion was proving more than enough to awaken the beast, but if he could manage it, he could suppress it for the duration of the night... That is, if people just sat down and shut up. "Uhhm..can we go..?" Kemp asked sheepishly, and even though the question wasn't directed to anyone in particular, Chase took it upon himself to answer. ".. Let's, uh, stick around to make sure they're all right. Maybe we can still salvage the night, but if this kind of crap keeps up, I'll gladly head out with you," he responded to the boy, managing an apologetic half smile. There was no use in fending off the beast for a less-than mediocre hang out.
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Post by Turtlus on Feb 11, 2017 16:04:29 GMT -5
Suddenly a massive, blood-red chicken-claw emerged from under the table and attempting to grab the two students that had not managed to get dragged off to wherever Knell and Kyland currently were. Should they not managed to not evade the demonic appendage, they too would most likely be seeing the missing students in short time.
The first thing Knell noticed was that it was no longer birds that were dragging him to whatever fate awaited. They had seemingly morphed into repulsive masses of feathers, organs, eyes, beaks and bird-feet, all mashed together in what had to be the least useful way possible. Luckily they were still about as large as normal earth poultry, and with a bit of effort he was able to free himself from their nefarious clutches. "In light of what I am about to do, I only want to say that you brought this upon yourselves by hitting Knell's glorious body with a baseball bat. Goodbye." Scooping as many as he could into something resembling a hug, the Limbo Lord supercharged his metallic arm with nonsensical-god-energy while it was still wrapped around the abominations. This resulted in the chicken daemons being replaced with a shower of bloody paste and smelly meat giblets.
With his remaining captors now fleeing, Knell took the chance to observe in his new surroundings. He was not impressed. In every direction there was red, craggy rock instead of dirt or grass, and the sky was colored a darker red. Darting the rocky ground were massive tears in the earth where jets of flame continuously spewed out. Occasionally there would be a tree with bark of bone and leaves that were actually chicken feathers. Mountains in the distance turned to look at him, revealing themselves to actually be giant disembodied chicken heads. Sitting in the middle of what looked to be a lake of blood was a large and imposing stone castle, with a bridge held up by ginormous bloodied chicken wings being the only way to reach it. Worst of all though was the modern grocery store that sat alone amidst the rocks and fire. The building was perfectly normal aside from being upside down.
Deciding it would take to long to conquer this realm before his party-goers grew bored of waiting to return, Knell settled on just finding who ever ran this place and make them send him back to Foresta. However, before he could even begin his search for the ruler of ChickenHell he heard some kind of 'swooshing' sound behind him. He turned just in time to see Kyland appear out of thing air several meters away. While the god was touched that his roommate wanted to remain near his god, his presence here meant that he was NOT setting up the boardgame. "I am disappointed, Insect of Shared Housing. Did I not tell you to set up the real game?" he asked in stern tone. Detracting from his authoritative questioning was the fact that he was surrounded by and partially covered in blood and meat-chunks.
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Post by Rohan on Feb 12, 2017 19:46:56 GMT -5
Having thought the worst was over, Kemp allowed himself to relax slightly and rest his feet on the floor again. The giant chicken foot had come as yet another surprise and unfortunately for Kemp, he was not fast enough to move out of its reach. With a startled shout, he was dragged from his chair as the claw dragged him further under the table.
"This isn't fun anymore!" he snarled, clawing desperately at the floor before being completely overpowered and dragged into chicken hell.
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Post by dappled on Feb 18, 2017 22:01:32 GMT -5
chase
This had to be some sort of a fever dream. Did Kyland drug them? Or maybe Knell lit some sort of hallucinogenic incense that would cause this sort of thing? Again, even for a school of magic, something seemed terribly amiss. The boy watched in disbelief and horror as Kemp, who seemed to have been the most keen on leaving, was quickly dragged down to whatever underworld held the other two captive. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Chase murmured to himself, surprised that he actually used profanity in his exclamation. He could feel the beast stirring restlessly inside of his chest, but he still felt some obligation to help however he could. Kemp wanted to leave, and he was the guy that convinced him to stay--
His thoughts were quickly cut off. The chicken claw that had snatched his friend didn't seem content with just one victim, and before he could object, was unceremoniously skidded across the floor and into the depths after his roommate. This would be one hell of a story.
{ooc: so sorry for the delay!!!! :c}
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Post by Turtlus on Feb 18, 2017 23:07:49 GMT -5
It was with even greater disbelief that Knell watched as the two guests of his grand slumerparty popped into existence just as Kyland had done. Now not only was he trapped in some infernal poultry-themed purgatory with little clue how to escape, but there was absolutely no-one left at the party to set up a proper board game for his return. This was understandably upsetting for the ghastly god. "Foolish fools, KNELL gave you a single task! Now he will have to conquer this realm, get himself and you worms back to the Academy, AND set up the board game," he lamented. His speech of disappointment was accompanied by a torrent of fire spewing out of the ground behind him, adding to the dramatic effect of his petty complaints.
Making sure to avoid the jet of fire Knell turned around and began walking away from the newly formed group, seemingly in the direction of the curious upside-down supermarket in the distance. "You can stay here and take your sweet time contemplating the worthlessness of your existences if you would like, I am going to be looking for our exit," he called back while still marching towards the distant store. With any luck they would stay there and remain out of harms way, saving him from having to explain their demises to school staff once he was free.
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Post by ebonynightmare on Feb 26, 2017 2:32:45 GMT -5
Soon enough, he and Knell were joined by the other two boys who had been at their impromptu party. Kyland rolled his eyes at Knell's indignant wailing--which clearly was not too intense considering he got no energy boost-but when fire erupted from the cracked ground, he immediately froze. Visions of flames danced across his vision, a menacing predator, always chasing him. In his paralyzed state, Alastor's presence emerged. His eyes flickered blood red. He unfroze, just dodging the flames.
Looking around, there didn't seem to be an obvious exit. Too bad. The upside-down building was pretty intriguing, though. Glancing at his companions, he gave them a questioning glance. "What's the plan?" His irises turned crimson again, a clear indication of Alastor's influence. As he waited for an answer, he noticed the chicken ghosts suddenly floating beside him. Actually, more accurately, they were pretty solid-looking. That wasn't normal, was it? Maybe it was this whole chicken hell dimension. He wondered if Chase and Kemp could see them.
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Post by Rohan on Feb 27, 2017 17:20:21 GMT -5
Kemp stood awkwardly off to the side, listening to Knell bellow on about the board game and finding an exit to this... place they were in. He had never seen such a world before, yet alone been grabbed by a giant demon chicken.
Glancing and Chase and Ky, Kemp let out a sigh and followed after Knell. Maybe they'd make it out and this would turn into one of those friendly bonding moments for all of them . Or it could be a total disaster (more than it already was) and they would be stuck with possessed chickens for the rest of their lives.*What have I gotten myself into..* He mused, shaking his head.
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Post by dappled on Feb 28, 2017 23:53:05 GMT -5
chase Utterly baffled by what had just taken place, Chase slowly pulled himself to his feet. So.. Chicken hell? "Really?" he grumbled, brushing the dirt from his shoulders with an exasperated sigh. Was this school accident-prone on purpose, or was that just the nature of the life he lead? He stole a glance at Kemp, who couldn't look more terrified, and then at Kyland, who... Appeared markedly different. Chase furrowed his brow, frowning at the boy for just a moment. He was probably just a little jarred from this "chicken-napping," or whatever they wanted to call it. "No clue," he muttered, swallowing as he fought back the urge to snarl or even growl at the abrupt changes made to his surroundings. The beast wasn't too keen on not understanding what was going on, and this might just be a little too complex for the creature. Chase would just have to bite the bullet on this one. "Well, if Knell got us into this mess, he's gonna get us out," he said plainly, watching as the guy in question started towards a curiously upside-down supermarket. As if things couldn't get any weirder. But, before starting after the lunatic, Chase gauged the other two for their reaction. Whatever they chose he'd just go along with, but he wasn't quite sure if he was ready to have the final say, "You guys got any better ideas?" If they knew what was good for them, they'd get the hell out before Chase's werebeast had other plans. For now, it was a mild threat at best.
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Post by Turtlus on Mar 1, 2017 0:43:00 GMT -5
Knell only sped up when he heard the footsteps of the other lost partygoers falling in behind him. There was no telling what horrors awaited inside the confines of the twisted market, and thus it would be best if the only one of them that wasn't some filthy creature of flesh reached it first. "Indeed. Knell will be getting you out of this mess, I wouldn't trust any of you to orchestrate our safe return," he said, his pointed words now deriving from the god's natural egotism instead of a child-like tantrum. The other students choice to accompany him had helped to fulfill a need that was so natural and human that the shade had no idea it existed with him, companionship.
As the party approached the upside down store it became apparent that the building's invertedness did not stop it from running a healthy business. Millions of insect-sized automobiles were parked out in front of the market, with even smaller birds moving back and forth between the vehicles and store. Knell took care to only step on as many as possible as he closed the gap between the giant glass doors that were right-side-up for some strange reason. He decided that it might be a good time to take stock on this merry-band's power pool to help prepare for the battle with whatever monstrosities awaited within. "Grovelling worms, tell KNELL what weak powers you possess that will be useful in a battle of life or death?" he asked with only a slight turn of his head to signal that he was talking to the other Serpens members. The shade had suddenly broken into a shout while uttering his own name, of course.
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Post by ebonynightmare on Mar 5, 2017 19:23:36 GMT -5
Kyland rolled his eyes. Like Knell was really the most reliable one here. Even if he had been the reason they'd gotten dragged into this dimension, it didn't seem like he had much knowledge or control of the chicken demons. He almost preferred to trust Alastor, and that was saying something considering how much he hated the demon. He sighed almost inaudibly and, at Knell's declaration that he would be in charge of getting them out, muttered a noncommittal "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Ky shrugged at Chase's question. He sure didn't have any ideas to offer. He rather regretted going under the table to check where Knell had gone. The strange "god" had definitely not been worth this ordeal. In fact, it would be even better if Knell had never reappeared, and he had gotten his dorm all to himself. The idea of peace and quiet seemed like a distant, forgotten dream.
He silently and reluctantly followed Knell, not noticing that his form flickered occasionally until they came to the entrance of the supermarket and he realized that he was not crushing any of the cars. Ignoring the guy's question, Kyland glanced around until he saw a chicken-ghost. He knelt down so that he was closer to its eye level, and growled in a low tone, "How do we get out of here?" This particular ghost was hardly visible unless one strained their eyes at exactly the right spot. As a result, he looked rather peculiar speaking to what seemed like empty air.
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Post by Rohan on Mar 22, 2017 9:07:43 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm so sorry guys! Things have gone bananas lately- I'll get a reply up in the next day or two)
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