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Post by Red Charge on Jun 21, 2014 10:55:32 GMT -5
The next door Klepto opened led to the kitchen again, the dumbwaiter however was not on the floor anymore and to use it Klepto would have to call it up again. The kitchen other than that detail looked exactly the same as it did before.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Jun 21, 2014 13:31:06 GMT -5
The kitchen again. Was there anything in here of note other than the dumbwaiter and cider? Anything he could use to 'stabilize' the place?
The thief opted to go inside, taking a look outside one of the windows. It was something he hadn't tried: avoiding the doors altogether. And it wasn't like exploring the surrounding the area was going to hurt. Or get him closer to being eaten. Hopefully.
Pushing open one of the windows, the thief hopped onto the ground outside. He did his best to avoid any of the fungal and plant life as best he could, knowing their spores and fruit could do almost anything in this bizarre, non-Trottingham environment.
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Post by Red Charge on Jun 22, 2014 14:46:54 GMT -5
The landscape sprawled before him, strange though it was. Perhaps he could find further assistance somewhere else on the island. At least there were no doors outside for the creature to chase him through at the very least. In addition, the creature probably won't see a reason to pursue him past the boundaries of the house.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Jun 22, 2014 14:54:23 GMT -5
Klepto continued outwards from the mansion, having no real destination other than the general direction of the shore. As of now he was just looking for anything significant. Any sort of clue or thing of notice that might help him get back to Trottingham proper.
The thief did his best to avoid the plant life, especially the fungus and big scary ones. He was never one for botany, but knew enough about the Everfree that strange plants were a thing to be avoided.
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Post by Red Charge on Jun 22, 2014 15:06:04 GMT -5
The island stretched on and with no roads Klepto found himself having a hard time navigating. When he reached the coast a startling sight revealed itself to him, the entire ocean was the same prismatic color as the sky, however the liquid seemed far thicker than water and swimming in it seemed like it was not an option. Several of the small isles dotting the coastline were in range of swimming, should it have been normal water. The entire island itself seemed uninhabited by any fauna and the only thing Klepto could see were the strange fungi and plants spreading in every which way.
Of course, they were probably poisonous and without any water to drink, Klepto was doomed to starve on the island. Unless he found a way back to the real world.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Jun 22, 2014 15:30:41 GMT -5
The coastline proved not helpful at all. And with the water looking like someone had mixed together ten varieties of paint and some maple syrup he wasn't about to take a dip. The thief opted to walk along the shoreline, chucking the occasional small rock into the water. He was really just trying anything at this point.
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Post by Red Charge on Jun 22, 2014 15:35:31 GMT -5
His walk revealed nothing. The strange water remained strange, the strange land remained strange. At least nothing was currently trying to kill him.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Jun 22, 2014 16:01:14 GMT -5
Still nothing. Seriously, there had to be a way out. There had to be a secret exit built for the guy on the installation team who accidentally set the trap off on himself.
Maybe it was inland. Maybe there was something to see there that warranted a description of more than three sentences. That's where he'd try next.
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Post by Red Charge on Jun 22, 2014 16:03:09 GMT -5
But nothing. Inland was just the same, fungi, strange plants... nothing special, no indication of civilization, no indication of anything else.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Jun 22, 2014 18:22:53 GMT -5
Klepto after walking a decent distance. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Goose eggs. All there was were these stupid plants.
The thief huffed off back in the direction of the shore, taking a different route this time. That was his strategy at this point, zig-zagging between the shore and inland as he circled the island.
He began thinking to himself on the walk back to the sandy beaches and prismatic waters. "If I'm gonna create an exit, and hide it from everyone, where do I put it? Where is absolutely no one gonna look?" Inland wasn't turning up anything, nor was the shoreline. But in retrospect those seemed like obvious places. Perhaps this trap maker wasn't just a chump who put his exit next to a rock or something.
Reaching the shore again, the thief trotted up to the waters; he was looking for... well, fish in particular, but anything would be helpful. "You guys know where it is?" he asked the fish who may or may not have been there. It was hard to tell what was below the surface of this stupid rainbow water.
Yeah. It was hard to see what was below the surface. Good place to hide something, like a dead body. Or more preferably, an exit. "It's worth a shot," the thief thought, dropping his bagful of heavy precious metals that would probably sink him to a drowning death onto the ground.
"Alright," Klepto thought as he made his way up to a good spot to jump into the water. "Secret exit... maybe... here I come." The thief dove into the prismatic waters, hoping for the best and praying aginst the worst.
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Post by Red Charge on Aug 27, 2014 6:18:57 GMT -5
As soon as the pony thief hit the strange multi-colored, almost metallic textured water he regretted jumping in rather than dippin a hoof inside. Every piece of him burned painfully as though he had jumped into a vat of acid. His skin and flesh screamed for relief and he felt as though the joints in his front and hind legs were being melted apart from the rest of his body. His eyes fluttered open, seeing nothing except for bright, painful red, before he felt them too, melting out of their sockets. He desperately tried to swim, only to find that his motions had no pull against the strange semi-solid substance. Instead he was sinking, sinking down and down... His thoughts began to drift away, his mind stopped registering the pain, and a single still picture floated in front of the thief's mind, grass and the sky, tilted at a sideways angle.
It took the earth pony several long moments before realizing he was actually looking at something. His body gave a mighty jolt as it realized what it felt was not it perishing. The pony had never felt a more solid sensation of fear than he did when his mind came to. He was back in good, regular Trottingham, lying on the grass in the courtyard of the crazy mansion.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Sept 28, 2014 21:00:46 GMT -5
As soon as his flesh touched the water, Klepto was immediately telegraphed that diving straight into the rainbow ocean had been a poor decision.
You're an idiot STOP This may be the stupidest thing you've ever done STOP Good thing you'll probably die before getting the chance to do something stupider STOP
At least, if he had been relayed such information via telegram, that definitely would have been what it would say.
Every nerve and niblet of skin felt like it was being individually and simultaneously burned away. A feeling of utmost horror came over the pony as he could literally feel his body disintegrating away into skeletal remains. Even more horrifying was that thrashing his melting legs wasn't doing squat to move him through the corrosive liquid. Whether he liked it or not, he was sinking down to the floor of this prismatic sea. His sight melted away from a painful red to dark nothingness as he touched down on the bottom, hoping the rest of his senses would give out so he no longer had to endure this painful sensation. The universe seemed willing to oblige him eventually, as his thoughts soon faded into a single image. A green and blue wall of sky and grass stretching vertically into the infinite. How picturesque.
It was only after this image had been lovingly burned into his brain that he realized that this was in fact being relayed to him via non-melted optical nerves. The thief sucked in a large gasp of air as he pulled himself, frantically at his surroundings. Trottingham. He was back in Trottingham, on the lawn of the mansion. Klepto took in several more breaths of the cool city air, wiping sweat from his forehead and blinking a few times.
"Alright... where's my bag...?"
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Post by Red Charge on Oct 3, 2014 4:30:31 GMT -5
Klepto easily located his bag, though it was lighter than he hoped, it was still heavier for some reason than it was strictly with his gear in it. Opening his bag, the thing which immediately caught Klepto's attention was the golden puzzle piece he acquired in the... illusion? How could it be in his bag if it wasn't real?
The sound of a window slamming close on the mansion was cue that maybe it was time to get out of there before someone, or something, found out he activated the illusion trap.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Oct 20, 2014 20:54:28 GMT -5
The puzzle piece was here, but where the hay were the platinum gears? Those were supposed to be his big-ticket items. The thief supposed that they could have just been part of the illusion, but then... how did the puzzle piece wind up in here? Was it even safe to take? It could easily have some sort of tracking charm on it; bait and a hook for his sorry tail to chomp into.
Ka-slam! Klepto quickly turned towards the sound of the now unsettling-ly closed window, which may or may not have been closed by itself or something from inside the mansion. Now was a good time to get off the lawn and get out of dodge. He'd let his fence deal with the puzzle piece. So long as he could get it off of his hooves quickly he didn't have anything to worry about.
"But man, what a disappointment about those gears," Klepto mulled as he turned onto a side street. For all the trouble he had gone through to get out of that dumb mansion, he sure ended up with little payout. Might of been more worth his time to root some rinky-dink souvenir shack. "At least then I coulda gotten a postcard."
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