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Post by Klepto Moonlit on May 11, 2014 13:04:17 GMT -5
Well this room was a bust. That square in the ceiling looked promising, but without any furniture there was no way for Klepto to pull himself up there.
Klepto could hear the beast mulling around down the corridor, probably searching for him. He wondered how good its sense of smell was, and whether it could detect he was down here. Reaching a quick conclusion of 'very likely', the thief shut the door to the unexciting room and opened it again, hoping for a better result.
At least while he was down here, he could see if the beast was charging for him from down the hall. But he needed to get a better room quickly and put some distance between himself and the thing.
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Post by Red Charge on May 11, 2014 13:07:16 GMT -5
Opening the door a second time led him to a dark corridor leading to another door, a fancy looking door. Were all of these rooms in this house? Where was he even? Whose house was this? Klepto wished he could see further into the corridor rather than just the door on the opposite side. It was like anything could pop out of the darkness, he couldn't see anything in that corridor, at least not by peering from outside with the door open.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on May 11, 2014 13:18:55 GMT -5
A dark corridor, and one heck of a schmancy door. The allure of what could be behind such a door almost beckoned him forward. Almost. Then Klepto remember that with the current haphazard layout, the schmancy door could be leading to a pantry. Next.
The thief closed and opened the door again, hoping for something other than empty rooms and halls that had more than just darkness and doorways within.
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Post by Red Charge on May 11, 2014 13:22:48 GMT -5
The third swing of the door led him into a brick wall. The door next to him began to shiver, he could hear a low grumble behind it, a low sickening grumble, completely different than before. It almost sounded like talking, but it was unintelligable and guttural, something he'd expect out of a hydra rather than a person. Whatever it was, it was about to open the door and the door Klepto was at led to a wall.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on May 11, 2014 13:29:27 GMT -5
A brick wall. Was this a joke? Who put a brick wall behind a door?
Of more concern than the frustrating presence of these bricks, however, was the grumbling coming from the door next to him. The thing was likely to come through at any second, which meant Klepto needed to hightail it.
The thief had given up on this excuse for a magic door, and opted for the one through where the small kitchen had originally been. The thief quickly dashed over and pulled it open. Fourth time was the charm, right?
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Post by Red Charge on May 11, 2014 14:16:05 GMT -5
The only thing Klepto found behind it was another brick wall. Was it the same one by chance? Or was whatever chasing him blocking the doors on purpose?
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on May 11, 2014 14:20:38 GMT -5
This was either coincidence or purposeful inconvenience. Klepto didn't want to waste time finding out which. The thief slammed the door shut and tore off down the corridor. Hopefully he'd find a non-brick-wall door down there, away from the beast. Anything, anything other than a brick wall.
Well, okay. Almost anything. Running straight into the creature was not preferable.
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Post by Red Charge on May 11, 2014 14:26:39 GMT -5
The corridor was lined with doors on either side, as Klepto ran past them some of them opened, giving him the feeling the creature was in pursuit. The more he ran the more endless this corridor seemed. As the doors opened past him time and again he could see glimpses into other rooms one house could not possibly contain this many rooms. One door that opened next to him made him pause, it was a familiar sight, the dark corridor with the fancy door. So far every door he saw was of the same make... this one was different. But the corridor was pitch dark aside from that, was it worth it?
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on May 11, 2014 14:51:34 GMT -5
Doors. Doors. Rooms. Rooms. More rooms than any house had a right to have. All of them looked unhelpful at a moment's glance, and only one of them caught his attention. It was the same dark corridor, with the fancy door at the other end. It was only now that Klepto realized that all of the other doors looked identical. This one though...
No time to deliberate. The thief quickly made his way into the corridor, straight for the fancy door. Hopefully there wouldn't be a nasty surprise waiting for him in the darkness.
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Post by Red Charge on May 11, 2014 15:16:29 GMT -5
As Klepto marched into the dark corridor, the door he came through closed, leaving him in complete darkness. Somehow this place seemed older even in the dark. The fancy door at the end beckoned him, but now that he was inside, he could tell there were vague, still shapes in the darkness. Though he could not tell what they were, not from where he was standing anyway. He could wait a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark, or he could try and proceed towards the door as he was.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on May 11, 2014 15:20:20 GMT -5
Well, it was dark in here. And now that he was inside the corridor, he could see that it was dark with... other stuff in here. It was too dark to tell quite what other stuff was, but at the risk of running blindly through saw-blades and swinging axes, he opted to wait a moment for his eyes to adjust. He just needed to keep an eye on the door behind him while waiting, in case Beastie decided to show up.
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Post by Red Charge on May 11, 2014 15:34:47 GMT -5
As his eyes slowly adjusted, he was greeted with a familiar but very disturbing sight. He now realized why the layout of the mansion before had seemed so familiar to him. It was built the exact same way as the Magistrate's Palace. In fact, it probably WAS a magistrate's palace at some point, just a very snazzy one. Of course, the courtyard he looked at through the window should have been his clue, in terms of structure. When they went with Hindsight, they entered through the courtyard rather than the palace proper.
How he knew this was built over an Equiterian Ruin? The equiterian skeletons wandering about him gave him the clue. He was a catacomb, much like the one Hind Sight had been talking about. The door behind him must have led to the rear dumping chamber, if it hadn't been all wonky.
Of course, now he was stuck in a corridor full of Equiterian skeletons, was it preferable to whatever beast was chasing him?
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on May 11, 2014 15:58:18 GMT -5
Oh, skeletons. Was that all? Klepto was more than a little creeped out that whoever's house this was was keeping skeletons lying around. Even more unsettling, was the fact that they were moving about.
But then he realized that the skeletons looked oddly familiar. He had seen something like them somewhere before. In a dining room, in the... Equiterian ruins. Well, he supposed this was somewhat appropriate. After all, this may or may not have been Rainlock's summer home, and he knew how obsessed she was with Equiterian hoo-doo. The moving statues on the bottom floor were also a pretty good clue.
Well... they didn't seem to be noticing him. And none of them were armed. And the fancy door at the other end was still his best bet for making some progress. He could try and eek his way past them. And if they all started to dog pile him... he'd move on from there.
The thief did his best to carefully creep past the meandering bone-sacks, trying not to get in their way. He would have verbally excused himself as he passed each one, but it would have fallen on dead ears.
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Post by Red Charge on May 14, 2014 15:18:20 GMT -5
As Klepto moved about he had admired how much better his sneaking skills were. Though the skeletons moved about randomly and would often turn and move in unexpected directions he was able to sneak around them with ease, touching none on his way to the door on the other side. He finally stood before the door that could possibly liberate him, he swung it open slowly, peering into the next room and...
Nothing. He was back in the same corridor as before. The same doors all over the place. Was he in some sort of looping zone? Was there no escape from here? Was he forced to spend his life fleeing some unknown creature, or fighting it to the death?
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Jun 7, 2014 13:48:25 GMT -5
Klepto eagerly pushed open the door, expecting to see his way out of the mansion. Certainly the schmanciness of this door's frame meant something. Making this illusive door, across a dark corridor filled with skeletons, the same as all the others in this mind-twisting house would be an exercise in cruelty.
It took Klepto a moment to recognize the corridor, and that this was indeed an exercise in cruelty. Was there simply no way out? There had to be. Trap-makers knew better than to not give themselves a way out of their own traps.
Maybe Klepto needed to think more like a trap-maker. Maybe there was something he had missed, or something he hadn't seen yet. There were lots of other rooms in the house, but all of their doors seemed to be randomly reassigning themselves. Surely there had to be a way to get a consistent result. Otherwise, there'd be no way for even the trap-maker to escape.
"What I want is to stabilize this place," Klepto thought as he took a left down the corridor. "If a door leads to the brick wall, it needs to stay leading to the brick wall. House can't keep changing its mind on me."
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