Seems like it. I hope the GM pops up and continues this thing, because I liked the characters and it was a cool setup, but... it sure does seem to have died out.
Hope everything's okay, GM!
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Kieran shrugs. "Cheap rent? Maybe that slime wasn't always around. I'd wager they've either been run off thanks to the mutant fish and ooze puddles, or the residents here have very questionable tastes." Seemingly satisfied with her own answer, she returns to examining the equipment.
Kieran glances back at Anevia, eyes wide through her murky goggles. She whispers back: "Hey... Aneeevia..." She wiggles her fingers at her and makes a ghostly sound. Clearly, if it was meant as a warning to be cautious, Kieran has not quite gotten the message.
Hey, uh, how're things going on those finals and such...? Any chance on picking this back up soon?
'Tis cool. I've got my hands full with NaNoWriMo and computer troubles anyway, so the slowed pace is actually kind of convenient for me, personally.
Kieran rushes ahead of the rest of the group as soon as the machines come into view and begins examining their workings, oblivious to any dangers that might be lurking about . A room full of bizarre machines with beds next door? Kieran begins seriously considering the logistics of moving down here for an extended stay; perhaps the angler fish is the landlord?
"Well, it was awfully nice of whoever left those there to... leave them there. I mean, this stuff'll come in handy, right?" Kieran glances over the items and decides it's best if they go to the rest of the party; she's no good with a rapier, can't fit comfortably into a breastplate, and would feel as if she were stepping on someone's toes if she were to take one of the remaining potions... but silently calls dibs on the next bit of loot they stumble across. "So," she says, "I guess we should try out that other door. If we can use this place as a headquarters, awesome. I just hope we don't come back here to find that angler fish sleeping in my bed... getting the sheets all slimy..."
"Yeah, well, this certainly looks nice, but before we go kicking our feet up in here, let's make sure these beds aren't, say, portals to hell or something. Let me know if you need help, Anevia. I've got my lockpicking set, too." As she rambles, Kieran snoops around the room, looking for anything that might have been missed.
Sure thing.
"Yeah, but why is there a table and chairs here? Did that anglerfish like to pull up a seat and roll dice with his buddies in here? Something tells me we need to be real careful from hereon." Kieran huffs worriedly as she takes a stroll around the room. "At least it's slime-free. Other than what we've tracked in, I guess."
In spite of her immense discomfort at the slime squelching in her boots, Kieran grins at Strangways' comment. "Is that a challenge, fella?" She cracks her knuckles, gives her goggles a wipe, and takes a long, hard look at the lever.
Kieran looks down over the ledge and turns green. "...ugh. Y'all please don't let me kill myself doing this, all right? If I'm gonna die down here, I'd rather it not be by slipping and falling from a stupid rope..."
"Well, that sure was something," Kieran says as she loads a fresh bolt into her crossbow. "The fish has acid for blood! That can't be healthy. Is Bramble all right?" She turns to Orvan. "Well, I sure hope it's gone. If I was a giant, acid-filled fish, I wouldn't fight us. That's me, though. If you're ready to climb down and tackle that grate, though, I support!" She switches on the safety latch on her crossbow and hooks it onto her belt, drawing instead a strange device that looks almost like Bramble's firearm, though with a far more unwieldy design. "If it pops up again, maybe I'll give him a taste of my baby here. This little guy won't miss."
Kieran scrambles to the edge and fires down at the fish, hoping to draw its attention away from Bramble long enough for him to be hoisted up.
"That sounds hilarious! I nominate the little guy." Kieran gestures toward Bramble. "...Or me. I just assume he's lighter, s'all."
"Well, looks like we're in for a climb," Kieran says, unfurling her 50 feet of rope. "Anybody got any bright ideas to make this easier?"
Kieran begins gathering rope from her backpack for the inevitable climb down. "What do you guys see down there?"
Making a poor attempt at whispering, Kieran says: "I humbly suggest we let the hammer-people handle the door!"
"It was totally my speech that got everybody into the slime," Kieran says confidently, albeit to no one in particular, as Antheia and Anevia wade in. "I would've done it. What's he got on 'im, ladies?"
"Oh, man... did nobody bring a ten-foot pole? Because I don't want to wade into that crap to grab our dead guy. I mean... it wouldn't be the most disgusting thing I've ever done, but it'd rank up there. Like number three or four, at least. But, I mean, I'll do it if none of you will. 'Fortune favors the brave,' and what-all."
"Ugh. When I examined the slime before, it didn't seem to be acidic, but..." Kieran glances over the corpse, lifting up her goggles and squinting at it. "...with some kinda corpse stuck in it... not exactly in a big rush to have this stuff squishing in my lucky boots..."
"...of course, I could've been wrong about this stuff before..."
"All right!" Kieran says. "Big man with giant hammer in the front, tiny girl with giant hammer in the back. We're like a giant hammer sandwich!" Kieran lets out a terribly dorky laugh, cutting herself off when she realizes how terrible she sounds. "Erp. Sorry. Let's carry on down the hallway, then."
"Yup-yup, I've got you covered, 'Nevia. I can call you that, right?" Kieran secretly hopes that she can. She wonders if that Antheia would mind a nickname- she seems a bit prickly, that one...
Kieran grins proudly at her uncharacteristic show of strength. She chalks it up to excitement and hefts her crossbow. "So," she says, "who wants to lead the way? Can anybody see in the dark?"
"Okay, well, as a word of warning, I'm not known for my feats of unbelievable strength, but..." Kieran squeamishly prepares to throw her weight against the door.
"...But sometimes I surprise myself...!"
Kieran can barely contain her excitement as the Great Lift starts moving. "Oh, man, this is the best," she says, hefting her crossbow into her arms.
"Wow." Kieran steps off the lift and begins examining the chamber. "Not exactly well-kept, is it?" She takes a look at some of the green fluid. "What's this stuff, and why is it running through the pipes...?"
Hey, Strangways, just pop that stuff into your classes/levels field on your profile. Take a look at how some of ours are formatted if you need any help.
"I am officially excited, you guys," Kieran says, proudly stuffing her charter into her pack. "I've been dreaming about doing this for ages! I mean, some of those could probably count as nightmares, but... y'know..." She shrugs. "Anyway, thanks for the head's-up, Mr. Deep-Marshall, sir. I'm gettin' antsy."
Dottin' in!
Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society... Here's Budd the C.H.U.D.'s Artificer, Kieran Karradyne. I think I've got more or less everything in there, but since I'm running off roughly four hours of sleep in the past three days, feel free to call me out on any goofs I might have made. This is going to be interesting if I get picked. She's not exactly an ideal combatant... but that's part of why I'm looking forward to it. ;) |