Subject: Levy pondered for a moment.
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Posted on: 2016-10-17 16:03:21 UTC
"Do you guys of a line to the outside?" She asked.
Subject: Levy pondered for a moment.
Author:
Posted on: 2016-10-17 16:03:21 UTC
"Do you guys of a line to the outside?" She asked.
The power has gone out in Medical. The red emergency lights being the only thing to light your way. You are trapped in a seemingly endless maze. You (and your partner, if your writer wants) have yet to encounter another agent, and everything you do encounter are extremely fitting for the date. In fact, you might say you're in a horror movie.
Here is where we begin the act of scaring the ever living crap out of your agents.
It seemed like the silence had devored everything beyond the two Agents' eyes. The room itself appeared to be shrinking in the darkness, as the shadows slowly advanced towards them.
"We should leave," said Jack darkly. "I've seen this movie before, and it never ends well."
He walked over toward the door of Medical, pausing and looking back for his partner.
"Yep, good idea. . ." said the Detective absently, shrugging into his coat and shoving aside the curtains to examine the row of hospital beds, strangely silent in the dark.
The room was too dark for details, but it seemed like an humanoid shape, with two odd forms behind it, each one which seemed starting from where the shoulders of the shape should be.
In fact, it didn't seem to be alive. It looked like some medieval statue, and was in fact covering its eyes. The odd shapes looked like parts of wings, as far it was possible to tell.
((No worries. that's a good one.))
Before any of the Agents could react, both of them were transported in another dark corridor. Both the walls and the ceilings looked in bad shape, and a hazy atmosphere was lying around. Some red liquid charged with energy was flowing through the corridors, and little things seemed to move in the shadows.
it seemed like they were slowly surrounded by things looking like blobs of shadows in the darkness They also could hear chains rattling behind them.
It turned out that the creatures were actual blobs of shadow, more irritated than affected by the gunshots. They began to crawl deceptively fast towards the agents, using their arms to accelerate. Meanwhile, the chains' rattling was getting louder and louder.
The only sounds were the Detective shouting "D'you know, I think we've upset something! Probably around when you shot it!"
Jack just kept running, muttering "Must go faster, must go faster," under his breath, eminently grateful that there was no rearview mirror to tell him that the approaching objects were even closer than they appeared.
Some force kept the monsters from entering the room. Unfortunately, it didn't stop the Reaper of firing more orbs of energy. And the devastation they caused with each blast didn't feel like an hallucination at all.
((I'll go for modifications when I can.))
"Stick together?" Bryan asked.
"Sounds good to me," Frederick replied. "Why are we whispering?"
Frederick opened a door, and burned some tin. Immediately, his senses become much finer, and he could see in the dark as a result.
"Anyone here?" he called out.
which was located at the end of the hall.
She remembered the last few... minutes? Hours? Fairly vividly, and resolved herself to trudge on.
The PA rang out a message: "Stay calm. Expect rescue within 18 hours. Happy Halloween."
((Once upon a time Levy had angel's wings. Once upon a time a monster named Argus pulled them from her back. Once upon a time Levy developed a phobia of Argus.))
A man waved at her from down the corridor. A large security checkpoint was set up in the middle of the corridor and was occupied by a pair of Security Weeds, a small Zorua, and the man in question wearing a set of comically large power armour. "This way out! And don't listen to the PA system— I know that it was Townsend operating the radio in the lobby and that sure as heck didn't sound like him."
"How do I know you're real?" She asked. Ethereal blue chains began circling her feet, wrapping their way up to about Levy's head level, solidifying and turning gold in the process.
"I wouldn't call myself an expert on this stuff," Levy said. "But I can help."
"Firstly, how can we be sure that you're a real agent?"
"My credentials, Mr. Dandelion." She said, showing it to him.
Thirteen studied the card, flipping it over once or twice. "You do realize that this alone really isn't proof? This appears to be a legitimate ID card, but what's to say that you're not an apparition that can produce these at will?"
Seventy looked at his partner. "Then what will you accept as concrete proof that she is who she says she is?"
The first Weed stood still. "I... don't know, actually."
"Do you guys of a line to the outside?" She asked.
"I understand," She said. "Do you have some way of locating agents? I got separated from a friend of mine and he'd probably be wondering where I am."
She frowned and got off her seat and joined Zeb by the door. "Don't tell me Tolkien stopped spinning again?" she said irritably.
Zeb shrugged, his ears flat against his head. "I don't know, but something smells... off."
It was like there was something on the other side. Something burning. Something hungry. Something evil. And it wanted them. It seemed to press against the door, trying to get in, to consume them.
Zeb felt the hairs of his mane begin crackling with electricity. "What's going on?" he said.
"I don't know," the Aviator said, "but I intend to find out." Flattening herself against the wall by the door, she raised her staser and reached for the doorknob.
The sound of young girls singing filled the agent's ears.
Ri-na and Zeb, Ri-na and Zeb
Six strikes takes a Rose, One takes Ri-na
The door blew in with the sound of a boom, fire filling the room. For some reason, it didn't burn.
The Aviator jumped back as fire filled the room. She grabbed a frozen Zeb by the scruff of his neck and pulled him out of harm's way. "What the f\*\*\*'s going on?"
"F-fire," Zeb whimpered, his ears flat against his head and his tail tucked between his legs.
...Was an image that would break most people. The Aviator confirmed the crucified infant as a Time Tot. Her Time Tot. Dancing around the 6 foot tall spire were 6 nude girls, identical if not for their age.
Rose Potter's dead, Elanor's dead
...By the sudden absence of the Time Tot's psychic signature in Aviator's belly.
((She's still in there, just masked from Aviator's psychic abilities))
The Aviator felt her breath catch in her throat, but she raised her staser and fired at the dancing girls. "What the hell is going on?!"
Around them, the flames burned ever hotter.
"We h-have to g-get out of here," Zeb said, his teeth chattering.
Trapping both agents in the room
The Aviator pulled out her sonic and began frantically zapping the remote, trying to get it to work and swearing in Gallifreyan.
"And I don't know what the hell is going on, if this is some sick Halloween prank or what, but the time for games is over." She could feel the heat of the flames on her face. She raised her staser pistol and aimed it at the Roses--then she hesitated. A split second before her finger squeezed the trigger, she swung around and shot the crucified child instead.
"Cheap horror? Did you hear that? He called us cheap horror!"
A second voice answered, "I heard. We'll just have to teach him better, won't we?" The two voices laughed, a horrible sound, one that chilled the blood, one that made you want to run away, but also made you want to find whatever it was that made the sound and kill it at the same time, before falling silent. The silence did not last long. The agents soon heard a slithering sound coming from all around them- the floor, the ceiling, the walls, and the far ends of the hallways.
The slithering sounds continued, growing louder, and at the end of the hallway, it looked like there was something approaching. When it got closer, it was clear that it wasn't just a single something, but a horde of somethings, hissing and crawling towards the agents.
They started bursting out of everything, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, launching themselves at the agents while the tides of serpents on both sides of them moved ever-closer.
"How do you like our children, Agents?" the first voice asked. "Do you still think we're cheap horror?"
"Of course he does," the second answered. "We haven't shown them the best part, yet!"
"Who's to say we're controlling it," one said.
"Perhaps we're the announcers, and you're the Game Master," said the other
The voices laughed, and the snakes launched themselves at the Guardsman. They shrank as they flew, until they were no more than a centimeter long and not even a millimeter wide.
"OUR CHILDREN!" They roared. "YOU'VE MURDERED OUR CHILDREN! PREPARE TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF A FRIEND!"
Meanwhile, the snakes bit into Emiran, spreading their poison and the corrupting influence of their beloved parents.
((Time Lords are walking DEMs, right? He can get out of this?))
((It's considered poor form for your narration to directly influence another author's characters-- it tends to limit the options available to the one on the receiving end and could be considered railroading an action. If you don't mind, I'll respond to a slightly tweaked version of your prompt after supper.
It's seafood soup and so requires constant supervision. Still, yum.))
That This is Halloween should be playing over the PA
Apecian was sitting back in his chair, hands behind his head, while Michael filled out the seemingly endless paperwork. Suddenly, the lights cut out. There was complete darkness for a moment before the emergency lights turned on, and when they did, the room was not the same as it had been before. Apecian picked up his hammer, which had been lying on the floor, while Michael pulled out a pair of pink-tinted glasses from his pocket and put them on.
It was soft and childlike, and creepy at that. It originated from the hall.
Michael was for a moment before replying. "I would say that our only other choice is to wait here and see what happens, and I believe that that would not be wise. Let us go."
He began to walk towards the hall, but stopped when his partner said, "Hey, remember adventuring procedure? Barbarian always goes first." He took his place in front of the Michael, then the two carefully crept into the hall.
Was hardly what anyone would call "welcoming" even by PPC standards. Either side of the hall was lined with upright coffins with their lids slightly ajar. Zombie-like moaning reverberated through the hall, which was dimly illuminated by the red emergency lighting.
Slightly more worrisome was the large shadow looming at the end of the corridor. The sound of its breathing undercut the zombie moans-- the combination of which was a positively spine tingling noise.
Only more halls.
The laughing persisted.
"It looks like there's no choice but to press forward."
"Awesome!" his partner cheered. "Follow me and watch me smash things!" He cheerfully started walking towards the shadow at the end of the corridor, and the Oculator followed him, looking around and beginning to become slightly anxious.
Apecian shook his head. "Come on, give us something fun," he muttered. "Hey! You! Person who looks like a spider! What do you want?"
Michael, meanwhile, was looking at the coffins. They were crying out, they needed help! He couldn't just leave was whatever inside to die. But what if it was dangerous? He considered, then decided to wait. If they could take out the spider, he could help them, but he wouldn't risk unleashing something just as or more dangerous than the spider that they already faced before they were ready to deal with it.
"Do you really think that whatever you're gonna ask is gonna be something we'll get on board with? 'Cause we'll listen, but I don't think we're gonna like what we hear." Apecian got his hammer ready to smash the spider just in case, and Michael switched out his pink glasses for another pair.
...And was now standing cross-armed beside the door of the examining room. It was the monthly checkup, and the Nurse had reached that part of the examination, so now he was waiting until they were done with it.
It was at that time the lights flickered, before going out completely. When the red back up lights came on Ajax turned to the door, hesitating for a moment before barging in.
What did he see?
"Are you okay sir?" He says, reaching out to him
In fact, it wasn't a man— just a pile of clothing laid out as if someone had mysteriously disappeared while wearing them. How strange— it definitely looked as if there was a person slumped against the wall.
Behind Ajax, there is the faint sound of laughter. The faint screaming from behind the door at the far end of the room continues.
Simultaneously summoning his scythe, swinging it with intent to kill.
Does it connect? What does he see? Does he recognize the the screams?
The laughter continues in the distance. There seems to be more movement between the shelves now— and one might almost make out a head or a set of eyes glinting through the packages. Of course, it could always be the lighting playing tricks on the eyes... but speaking of the lights, the neons have noticeably dimmed over the past few seconds and have started flickering. Something tells Ajax that they won't stay on for long.
The screams— which have now stopped— seem familiar.
Realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.
"LEVY!" He shouted, breaking into a sprint. His Talaria flapped to life at his feet, making each stride longer, speed increasing with each flap.
He opened the door just as the lights flickered out, but what sight greeted him?
It looked exactly like before— except there was a large oil-painting portrait of Levy standing on an easel in the middle of the room. It was surrounded by ornate wreaths, flowers, and little candles.
The Nurse, who had been standing off to the side up until now, gently closed the door behind Ajax. "I'm sorry, but I did all I could."
"Too late," gurgled the Nurse as he, for lack of a better word, evaporated into smoke.
Three of the four walls of the room suddenly turned transparent, revealing rows upon rows of seats occupied by figures in white robes. One of them stood up, checked its clipboard, adjusted its glasses, and pointed towards Ajax. "Attend to your patient, please. She doesn't have much time," it said. "Don't mind us, we'll just take notes." And with that, the figure sat down and watched the agent, eagerly waiting for something to happen in the operating theatre.
Through it, Ajax could hear the sounds of a group of people murmuring.
There wasn't one. Behind him, there was only the door he had taken to leave the theatre. In front of him, there was only the door he had already examined. Between the doors was only only a blank white hallway. No more exits. It was one way or the other.
He brought out his RA. He contemplated completely leaving the Plot Hole, but then he remembered Levy. So instead he left for other locations in Medical.
It dropped him straight into a cold, empty room, with no doors, and no windows.
This time he landed into a space a tad more workable: a creepy corridor
In fact, it was the one he had teleported out of when he had ended up in the empty room. Okay, so now he had three choices. The room behind him, the room in front of him, or the room that the RA would take him to.
"I'm not dealing with this FFXIII bull crap." with that, he teleported out, finding himself in an expansive corridor with several doors.
His abilities as a representation of the Greek God Hermes guiding his decision. He quickly found the correct door and entered it.
"Great," Ajax said, moving to another door. "Let's try this again."