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Post by Robin on May 18, 2012 22:33:44 GMT
Near where?
Goth? Where have I heard that one before?
Wait... you're not a local? Where are you from, then?
*Robin looks over the girl's shoulder. The green glow of the tunnel beyond looks sickly, but perhaps the only way in... or out...*
You're not from... from there, are you?
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Post by Shadow on May 19, 2012 7:37:48 GMT
Wait a second...if he's right...
Well I'm not really from anywhere. I'm a traveller.
...and if everywhere seems so familiar...
I'm basically trying to find out where I came from in the first place.
...could I be home?!
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Post by Robin on May 19, 2012 15:43:10 GMT
*Robin takes charge... or as well as he can muster. Shifting past the girl, who appears to be lost in her own thoughts, he begins to walk slowly towards the illuminated tunnel.*
Well, there's only one way to find out... and I'm sick of going vertically.
*He sheaths his sword.*
I'm going this way. It looks like the only way out... and I don't like it here. Are you coming? Two swords might be better than one.
*Without waiting for an answer, he strides forward, into the green.*
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Post by Shadow on May 19, 2012 16:13:40 GMT
*Shadow, in some sort of daze, pulls out the book she found earlier for no particular reason.*
Maybe you have some useful information.
*She flicks through it and stops at a page that says:*
'Well, creating my Perfect Minion is proving to be very tough, but I think I'm starting to make some progress. Although the body I'm working on is female (not really my first option to take), she is proving to be quite sturdy. I think I'm about to make a breakthrough...'
*Shadow suddenly notices that Robin has walked off.*
W-wait! Okay, I'll come with you!
*She puts the book away and runs after him.*
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Post by Robin on May 20, 2012 16:15:00 GMT
*For a while, there is nothing. Robin walks on in near-silence, with only the soft footfalls of his boots on the floor, the clanking of Shadow's mismatched armour, and the occasional crunch of a foot on gravel for company. As the two adventurers continue along the tunnel for a while, any sense of colours other than various shades of green seems to vanish. Ten minutes pass before Robin stops to look over his shoulder. The place where they entered the tunnel seems impossible to divine.*
Hmmm. Slightly less exit-like than I'd hoped for.
*He reflects. It won't do much good going back to a vertical shaft if the only options are up or down. But venturing forwards, further into a green-lit tunnel with no visible sign of where the illumination is coming from, with a heavily armed teenage girl, isn't exactly the best of ideas Robin has ever had.*
Wait... wait...
*In stopping, the sounds of walking have stopped too. And yet there is a familiar sound... although very, very faint... in the distance. Very faint indeed.*
Is that...
*...what is that? He cups a hand to his ear.*
...Is that water?
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Post by Shadow on May 20, 2012 17:52:04 GMT
It could be. Stalactites always drip water in caves. But it might be something else. Want to check it out?
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Post by Robin on May 20, 2012 21:16:52 GMT
Well, there's only one way to find out...
*Robin quickens his pace, striding towards where he hears the steady drip of water. If he's going to get somewhere, he feels he ought to do so fast.*
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Post by Shadow on May 20, 2012 21:24:19 GMT
Geez, he's so impatient.
Would you slow down already? Honestly, you're like a hot-headed version of the actual 'Robin Hood'.
*Shadow quickly catches up.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 23, 2012 17:26:53 GMT
*A rat scurries past. Apparently the victim (or beneficiary) of some form of magical mutation, it has unusually pronounced facial features and a snakeskin sheen to its fur. It pauses next to a scalene triangular hole in the tunnel wall, sniffs at Robin and Shadow, and disappears into the hole. It is soon followed by a procession of turtles, four in all, moving with unnatural quickness.
Things seem unlikely to get any less weird anytime soon.*
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Post by Shadow on May 23, 2012 17:43:56 GMT
*As the two carry on down the tunnel, Shadow realises that something feels different. Sort of odd...ish. But since Robin still seems so determined to find the source of the sound earlier, she decides not to say anything.*
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Post by Robin on May 24, 2012 19:38:42 GMT
*Robin pauses.*
You... er... Shado, did you say? No? Shadow Voice? Oh, Shadow... Shadow. Do you feel a kind of...
*He struggles with a way to describe it.*
...creeping chill coming over you?
*The steady sound of rushing, dripping water is getting louder. What's more, the tunnel is on a sort of steady incline. There even looks to be an opening a little way ahead.*
Shall we?
*He indicates.*
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Post by Shadow on May 24, 2012 20:52:13 GMT
Okay I take back what I said earlier about the whole 'Robin Hood' thing. I admit it's a little odd around here, but a creeping chill? Pur-lease! You're over-reacting. And as for going down there, there's no point in going back.
*Shadow runs down the tunnel, not bothering to wait for Robin.*
[OOC: Wow, Shadow's such a hypocrite XD]
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Post by Robin on May 26, 2012 14:44:35 GMT
*Robin breaks into a jog. He's taller than the girl, so soon catches up with her. Nothing needs to be said as they exchange silent glances. The tunnel angles upwards more than it originally seemed to Robin. As he and Shadow make their way upwards, the sound of water gets stronger, and this looks less like a natural rock tunnel, more like a man-made construction. By the time they reach the opening, it's almost entirely square. The end of the tunnel is boxed off, with a perfectly rectangular hole in the ceiling. This hole emanates the same poisonous green light that he had been following for the last few minutes. For a few moments, Robin and Shadow both look up at it.* Well, here goes. *With a nod to the girl, Robin crouches, tenses his muscles, and then springs like a cat. The hole isn't too far to jump, and although Robin hits his wrist quite badly in doing so, he manages to catch onto the edge with his fingertips.* Ouch! Dammit! *He flails for a while, but scrambles out of the hole.* Oh... my... god. [OOC: Continued above water in Goth.]
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