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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 7:46 am
[Case and effect means that you try to do something, I tell you what happens. You can't just make keys appear and stuff in Mental. Some other RPs, yes, but this is a very "RPer action-GM reaction" RP. Maybe if you could edit that post...? I have the way out. Only I have that planned. Sorry if I wasn't clear enough on what I wanted.]
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 4:00 pm
[Yeah, you'll basically have to re-post with a less you-oriented one. If you didn't already catch that from the last post I put up...]
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 4:11 pm
((Sylph))
Xen's voice rang out once again, filling Sylph's mind.
Breathe, boy. The only way out of here is through careful thought. Don't even try forcing your way out. Not in here, at least.
Look at the room around you. Everything is placed there for a reason.
Everything.
And then it was gone..leaving him cold and alone.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 12:04 pm
Sylph spluttered, catching his breath. His hands shook violently, and he could feel vomit at the back of his throat. He licked his lips and stood up wavering. He had to think clearly, he had to focus. Like Xen said, everything was in there for a reason. He looked over at the spare table. There was some sharp instruments, scalpels and tongs and such.
They say desperate times call for Desperate measures. This was true in this case. A disgusting, revolting, sickening thought crossed Sylph's mind in a flash as his eyes drifted to the dead woman. He shook his head. But what if his theory was correct?
What if the key was inside the woman?...
Sylph took a few steps to the woman. He could hardly look. Her skin was white and fading, and her eyes were wide, full of fear. Shaking, Sylph placed his bony fingers around the scalpel and swallowed.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 8:27 am
((Sylph))
Something seemed right about this, as sickening as it was. Why were they subjecting him to such grotesque, pressing experiments?
To break your mind, of ******** Xen...why did he do this...?
Hm. No response. Great. Anyways, the woman before Sylph had no markings whatsoever. She looked older...and very serene. Like a priestess or nun of some sort. Why did she have to be mutilated in this way?
God, it just didn't make sense...
But it had to happen, right?
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 11:25 am
Gulping, sweating and shaking Sylph readied himself. This had better be ******** worth it. He raised his right arm weakly and spread his hand across the stomach. The scalpel shook dangerously in his left hand as he lowered the point to the skin. His wide eyes danced in there sockets as he found the womans face. She looked so... goddess like, like something from a mystical tale. Sylph shook his head turning back to the stomach. Why had he chosen the stomach? He asked himself the same question.
Well... surely the key or card or whatever would be in the stomach? Thats the most obvious place... But maybe Xen wanted Sylph to think that. Oh s**t. Cursing he removed the scalpel from the stomach and viewed the womans body properly. She seemed to be unmarked... wait.. was that a small scratch on her neck?. He could feel himself getting excited, his heart beating faster in a good way, his palms sweating. He licked his lips and bent eagerly over the womans neck.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 11:38 am
((Sylph))
True. There was a small scratch on her neck...but it didn't seem to bulge out. Perhaps it didn't contain a key card...or even a key, for that matter...but something told him he would do well to cut open that scar tissue.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:41 am
Panting with excitement and euphoria Sylph licked his lips and bent closer. It was only small, and wasn't prominent. But it was something. Slowly and carefully he inserted the thin blade point into the start of the scratch. His breathing was ridiculously ragged now. The Scalpel slipped in his sweaty palms. He caught it. He slowly and precisely pulled the scalpel point along the thin scratch. Instead of thick red blood that was expected, thin, white liquid flowed from the cut. Sylph heaved.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 12:32 pm
((Sylph))
Lodged between drained arteries and muscle tissue was a small slip of paper labeled,
"Read me."
Dare he do it?
[Don't say what it says. This paper is crucial.]
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 3:10 pm
Sylph cried out in joy, dropping the scalpel, and with shaking hands withdrew the paper with a squelching noise. He wiped the white liquid from the paper and placed it carefully on the side. He turned back to the woman. Why stop now?... surely there was no harm... His fingers twitched for the scalpel.
He slapped his own hand. What was wrong with him?! No! Was he sick or something?! He swallowed and turned back to the paper.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 3:14 pm
((Sylph))
It was very simple, laid out in tight, neat print.
The message went as follows:
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I am a religious man, Sylph. Are you? Well. I should hope so. There are four keys to this room. Find them in an hour.
Want to know where they are? Well. You'll have to make a couple of wounds first. Not that the woman next to you isn't already dead.
Want a clue? One word. Jesus.
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And that was it. Huh. Weird.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 1:40 am
Sylph re read the note over and over, taking it all in. Jesus? Wounds?. It was all some sort of puzzle, a riddle that needed careful thinking. He just needed some time to think it over. He placed the note down and rubbed his aching temples. 4 keys. 1 hour.
Something clicked into place. The woman was laid in a certain position. Her arms were spread out either side of her... like she'd been crucified... like Jesus!. Four main points... Four keys!. Sylph grabbed the scalpel.
He hesitated. Where to start?. With a sudden burst of energy Sylph rammed the scalpel down into the woman's wrist. A loud cracking noise followed as the scalpel was dragged along the arm. Was that a glimmer of metal?...
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:12 am
((Sylph))
[You're an excellent writer. I'm loving it.]
Why yes! It was! Through all the horror and gore, this was one glimmer of hope he'd surely never forget! As the skin cleared away, more white fluid seeping onto the linoleum floor, a small, dinky looking housekey-like shard of metal came into sight. It was embedded in her bone, sticking out far enough to grab and pluck right out!
Surely, the others were hidden in a similar fashion...thoughhe may or may not believe in all this religion mumbo jumbo, his knowledge of its basic principles sure as hell helped.
In fact...he could almost hear Xen's satisfaction lingering in the back of his mind. He was doing well. Perhaps soon he'd figure out what the ******** was going on...and begin to create an escape plan of sorts...
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:59 am
Yanking the key free and resisting the urge to kiss it, Sylph placed it down on top of the note. Shaking once again, he removed the scalpel with some difficulty, and rushed to ram it into the other arm's artery. Blood and white liquid flowed out as the thin metal was pulled along. Sylph really was becoming excited now. His heart felt like it was on fire, rapidly beating like a drum. A little further along then the other arm, the small key became prominent. Biting his lips, Sylph removed it and wiped it off, placing it with the other one.
He licked his lips, stepping back and viewing the woman in full. Where to start now?. If his theory was right then the next two should be in her head or neck, and lower stomach. He bent low and placed the scalpel to the mouth area. He met nothing but bone. He couldn't quite get the scalpel through. He grunted, shoving down. Nothing.
Suddenly the Scalpel point gave way, and Sylph felt himself go off balance, landing on her. He wiped sweat from his brow and straightened up. He raised the scalpel and swore. The blade was completley bent. He threw it behind him and began to dig through all the other sharp instruments.
Nothing was big enough. Licking his lips again he raced over to the last table. There was only one large, long bladed knife. Grabbing it he ran over to the woman and rammed the blade down into her head. There was a crunch, squelch and spurt of blood.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:03 am
((Sylph))
Though it was an extravagant move, it didn't seem right. What places, again, was Jesus wounded? Hm...well, there was the crown of thorns...that was the head. Where else had those stakes been driven?
Anyways, blood, not white fluid, shot out of her head and sprayed across the ceiling. The geyser was huge. Though it didn't produce a key, the effort was really quite beautiful. It was almost like that dead-baby-on-a-fan room. Yeah. Much like it.
Only this time, he was the one painting the walls.
<<+5 Black Morality!>>
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