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Post by Robin on Jun 7, 2012 20:27:17 GMT
Therein lies an idea. Now as for secret doors...
*Robin starts to wander about. Uncertain as to how to look for concealed exits, as his domain is more based around leaves and wood, he randomly begins to tap at obviously solid stone walls, shivering slightly as the chirrup of a bat issues up from the depths below the trapdoor through which he and Shadow entered the Sewers.*
...do you have any ideas?
*He pauses.*
Oh! You're eating! Where did you get that...?
[OOC: I'm going somewhere with this, just you wait and see.]
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Post by Shadow on Jun 7, 2012 20:32:30 GMT
You ask way too many questions Robin, do you know that?
I've got a whole pack of humbugs. I've been to a lot more places before I came to Wolfendon, but I can't really remember which place I got them from. And as for ideas, I'm stumped. It's a shame we don't have a boat handy.
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Post by Robin on Jun 9, 2012 17:28:35 GMT
Rumble.
*Unknown to both hard-travelling heroes, "humbugs" is a key word. The current Leader of the Opposition, now in absentia, took his own name as a cue to fear that someone may discover the boat so ofen used to transport Dungeoneers into Marblehead via these sewers. He hid it himself, in the knowledge that a minion such as Hands may choose either an obvious place, or an inane password, or both.*
What the...?
*While perusing Knightmare's history via a function on the Pool of Veracity named "ViewTub", Lord Fear had discovered that a dungeoneer had come a cropper due to an unfortunate incident involving an empty jar labelled "humbugs". Amused by this, Fear used "humbugs" as the trigger word to release the hidden boat, justifiably thinking that nobody would ever have cause to say that out loud in the Sewers of Goth.*
Is that a...?
*The wall slowly slides open, and in a cascade of dust and dirt, and quite a few spiders, a small, wooden coracle tumbles from its hiding place, coming to rest at Robin's feet. A few seconds pass while the two heroes stare at it, and then simultaneously look at each other, dumbfounded.*
So... you were saying...?
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Post by Shadow on Jun 9, 2012 18:59:42 GMT
Umm...
*Shadow is just bewildered. But then she realises something.*
That's a coracle. If we were to ride in that, wouldn't we sink? I mean, it's a little small.
*The Feather of Falling comes into Shadow's mind here. It might be a bit useful, but Shadow can't see how at present moment.*
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Post by Robin on Jun 9, 2012 22:17:49 GMT
Well, I may be able to fit into it. And you...
*The Woodsman tries to think of a way to put this delicately.*
...are smaller than me, so you might not.. er... count for much.
*Beat.*
Not in the useless way, that is... er... I mean, you're small. Because you're young. Er, younger than me. I think. I know. Because it's your birthday today!
Get a grip, Robert.
Okay, what I'm saying is... we could probably both squeeze into that boat. But you're right... it might sink with our combined weight. What with my sword, and my crossbow, and your... er...
*He considers.*
...interesting collection of armour. Now, maybe if one of us were lighter, we might have a chance. Unless you want to go across separately?
*Robin looks towards the water.*
...Wherever that leads to?
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Post by Shadow on Jun 9, 2012 22:49:22 GMT
*Shadow considers abandoning her breastplate here, but then remembers how much she paid for it and scraps the idea.*
Well...do you have anything on you that might help?
*She takes out the Feather of Falling.*
I've got this. It's a Feather of Falling. It's how I survived jumping in the tunnels back there.
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Post by Robin on Jun 11, 2012 19:55:51 GMT
I've had enough of falling... oh, hang on... what exactly does that do?
*Robin racks his brains. Feather of Falling. He's heard that term before.*
Hang on... Shadow... can you just... well... jump?
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Post by Shadow on Jun 11, 2012 20:05:46 GMT
*When Robin asks her this, Shadow takes a glance behind her. She sees a stone in the wall that seems to be slightly out of place. She turns back to Robin.*
If that's what you want.
*She makes her way towards the out-of-place stone, puts her choker back on and steps up onto the stone. She then jumps off it, hovers for a bit and then travels lightly to the ground.*
Tadaa!
*Shadow makes a deep half bow, half curtsey to Robin.*
So will that help or not?
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Post by Robin on Jun 13, 2012 9:23:26 GMT
*Robin considers the floating girl and a brief flash of another floating girl swims through his brain as his eyes follow Shadow's movements, mouth forming a quizzical "O". As Shadow lightly touches down on the ground, the Woodsman applauds politely.*
Well... I don't think excess weight should be a problem, do you?
*He indicates the boat.*
C'mon, let's have an adventure.
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Post by Shadow on Jun 13, 2012 12:14:50 GMT
Okay! This'll be fun!
*Whilst starting to get excited, Shadow hasn't realised how vigorously she's sucking her humbug. Before she realises this, the humbug accidentally gets lodged in her throat, causing Shadow to choke. She tries to beat on her chest to bring it out, but the breastplate is in the way and it remains stuck.*
Aah! *cough* ...R-Robin...*cough*...a little *cough* help?
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Post by Robin on Jun 14, 2012 15:24:06 GMT
*Robin blinks. Half a second later, he realises blinking isn't going to do much, so he leaps forward, grabs hold of the breastplate, and pulls.*
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Post by Shadow on Jun 14, 2012 15:37:30 GMT
[OOC: Is Robin trying to pull my breastplate off? Or is this a way to try and dislodge the sweet? If it's the latter of the two...]
*Shadow finally manages to cough the sweet up and spit it into the murky waters. She then turns to Robin.*
You...saved me again.
*This is all she can say. Now she just looks up at Robin in amazement.*
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Post by Robin on Jun 15, 2012 12:36:22 GMT
*While it's hardly the same as pulling a drowning mage from a churning pool of water, Robin appreciates the chance to do something moderately heroic. Even if it involves breastplate manipulation.* You okay now, gir... Shadow? The humbugs... *The stone door rumbles back into place and blends once more with the wall.* ...not got the better of you? Good. Right. *He slides the small wooden boat into the green water, where it wobbles precariously for a few seconds, before seeming still. Cautiously, the Woodsman lowers himself in. For a few nasty moments, it seems as if it will overbalance. But he manages to steady himself just in time. While it sinks into the sewer a few inches, the gunwale is still well above water level. * Okay, now you get in? There's space on... erm... *He looks around, and then pulls his legs up, hugging his knees to his chest.* ...here. Near the hull. Make sure you use that... feather thingy. *What Robin doesn't say is that he not only dislikes boats, but gets seasickness easily. With the atmosphere of this place, its exacerbation is only all too likely. But he tries not to show that as he makes room for the girl warrior to sit.*
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Post by Shadow on Jun 15, 2012 15:44:46 GMT
Yes I'm fine. Sorry about that.
*Shadow gracefully gets into the boat, clutching the feather. She also sends a silent prayer to God wishing that it'll keep the two of them afloat.*
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Post by Robin on Jun 17, 2012 12:32:58 GMT
*Hugging his knees, Robin tries to take up as little space as possible while Shadow fits her small, yet armoured, frame into the boat. As a tall, muscular man, this is a difficult task. Shadow is still holding the Feather, lightening the load considerably, but the small boat gives quite an alarming creak as she girl sits down. It dips a couple of centimetres further, but is still not too low down. Robin breathes a sigh of relief.*
Okay... now we're in the boat, we... we... We what? I don't really want to use my sword as a paddle!
We can go... go... somewhere...
*The boat almost immediately starts to move of its own volition. Sewers these may be, but there's no escaping the magic that flows freely about the Knightmare realm. Having been touched previously by a powerful technosorcerer, the boat's wood learned to imbue magic. Over the years, the spell may have grown slightly stale, but a trigger word such as "go" is not easily forgotten. And thus the small coracle starts to move steadily through the green water, heading for... somewhere. Although Robin has no idea where...*
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