What...is this a prank of some kind? Robert tests the ice to see if it is even possible to walk on. Failing that, he is going to put some shelves between him and the oddity and read the book.
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The ice is traversable but its very very slick and after a few steps you find yourself falling forward only catching yourself at the last moment preventing your face from contacting the stairs. You will either have to spend a little effort to climb them carefully or differently then your currently are otherwise you will need to go elsewhere to attempt to get up.
Devon...of all thing, begins to laugh. "Okay, you really had me going there. This...this is really good. Whoever you got to do this, he's something else."
Robert: OOC: You actually had a bonus due to some circumstances.
You manage up a few of the stairs before losing your footing for a moment. Still your overall care regains your balance and then you finally climb to the top of the stairwell. Up top you can hear from below you more books falling. For now you have apparently separated yourself from whatever is downstairs. (OOC: Spot hidden check). As you take your time to walk back to your maps you notice something particularly odd. There appears to be frozen footprints leading twoards the stairway. You only notice this as you almost slip on them. Also you really are getting cold. Why is it so cold. It was about 70 outside so this is really really cold.
Devon:
Voice: Game. Oh there is no game Devon. Well I suppose you might be able to say that it could be a game but no Devon. This is as real as everything can be and yet its not. You know why I'm here don't you. You did receive the warning. Don't you remember.
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OOC: 90% of my time has been tied up coordinating in a browser game (hahahaha...yeah...) Going to pick up my activity here now. I shall not become one of those guys who poofs! (Again)
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There is no way it should be this cold down here...it's like hell froze over and came up for a tan. Robert is curious as to the strange, frozen footprints and figures he has a little time to kill. He decides he'll backtrack them to see where they originate from.
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Nothing, you get a response of nothing. Very heavy breathing gives way to a small cloud of smoke that drifts away from the chair and forward towards you.
Voice: Time...answers will come in time.
A dark black amount of smoke begins to continually flow from that corner. The smoke itself begins to enrobe you.
Robert:
You follow the frozen footsteps further back into the maps section. Eventually you notice as the books begin to change from maps to large leather bound books. Pausing to look up for a moment you notice that you are in part of the building that you have never been before. Heck as you turn about you even figure that you arn't sure where you are. No noise, no people, just books lots and lots of books. Choosing to continue on you eventually reach the place where you could only imagine the steps originated from. A large book lies open on the floor and a circle of ice surrounds it. Icicles hang from the nearby racks of books and you can even see your breath.
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"It is far to damn cold down here." Robert mutters to himself while bending down to close the book and put it back where it must have obviously fell open from.
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The back smoke continues to pour outward eventually over coming you. Its choking and you are unable to breath. It fills your eyes your mouth and your nose eventually causing you to lose consciousness. You waken in your own bed in your normal room...
Robert:
As you attempt to pick up the book you feel your fingers begin to freeze as if they were exposed to frigid cold temperatures. It forces your hands to immediately retract. As you withdraw your hand you notice the content of the book. It seems to show some strange symbols and language completely foreign to you.
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Shoving his hands into his armpits to warm them up, Robert thinks. I wonder what language that is written in. He searches neaby shelves to find one with a missing book. He figures he can look at the bookshelf label to see what language it is. Since its symbols I'd guess something like the Egyptians. Heh. Funny how I had to think about them earlier to day, and now I'm thinking about them again.
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As you look around to see where the book could be from you notice there there is no apparent spot that it would have come from. This book appears to have been deliberately carried and placed here. As for the language of the book you remember this is a school library. It is not unusual to find books of all languages granted this one really does seem particularly odd considering you've seen a few foreign languages in your travels and spoils. Your thoughts though are short lived as suddenly from behind you, you hear a massive cracking noise. But its not glass cracking like but rather like ice cracking. It sounds more like ice breaking? Its accompanied this time by heavy foot steps.
Devon:
Your mind initially agrees with you but after a bit your not so sure. It felt so real and the figure. Was he really who he said he was. Whats more vexing is how did you end up in the bed in the first place. And the burning scent. It still fills the air. You pause to think. Wait somethings burning.....
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Robert instinctivly reaches for a gun that isn't there as he whips around. Oh man...almost thought that was a gunshot for a second. "Hey, who's there?" He calls out, carefully making his way back towards the sound.
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OOC: Sorry guys been a bit busy. Promise I will be better after my birthday weekend.
Devon:
Although it smells like smoke you see no smoke in the air what so ever. Actually everything in your room looks exactly how you had expected it to. Not burned at all. Perfectly fine. Still the smell of smoke lingers on the air.
Robert:
As if you had expected it nothing responds just more heavy foot falls. Currently they appear to be some distance but you don't know if they will stay that way for long. Every time though that you hear the foot fall almost in a stomping manner you hear the cracking of ice. And for its volume that is very strange.
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RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The ice is traversable but its very very slick and after a few steps you find yourself falling forward only catching yourself at the last moment preventing your face from contacting the stairs. You will either have to spend a little effort to climb them carefully or differently then your currently are otherwise you will need to go elsewhere to attempt to get up.
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Devon:
As you flip the photo over to look at it you see a image that makes you go cold. The image is one of you....
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Voice: I suspect its for the best that you don't understand for now. At least it prevents our problems from developing to early.
Robert can't think of anything off the top of his head to help him up the ice, so he tries to carefully navigate up the slippery incline.
Climb vs 60 (I assume I must make, and also without any negative modifiers...which probably will apply)
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
You manage up a few of the stairs before losing your footing for a moment. Still your overall care regains your balance and then you finally climb to the top of the stairwell. Up top you can hear from below you more books falling. For now you have apparently separated yourself from whatever is downstairs. (OOC: Spot hidden check). As you take your time to walk back to your maps you notice something particularly odd. There appears to be frozen footprints leading twoards the stairway. You only notice this as you almost slip on them. Also you really are getting cold. Why is it so cold. It was about 70 outside so this is really really cold.
Devon:
Voice: Game. Oh there is no game Devon. Well I suppose you might be able to say that it could be a game but no Devon. This is as real as everything can be and yet its not. You know why I'm here don't you. You did receive the warning. Don't you remember.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Spot Hidden vs 65
There is no way it should be this cold down here...it's like hell froze over and came up for a tan. Robert is curious as to the strange, frozen footprints and figures he has a little time to kill. He decides he'll backtrack them to see where they originate from.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
Nothing, you get a response of nothing. Very heavy breathing gives way to a small cloud of smoke that drifts away from the chair and forward towards you.
Voice: Time...answers will come in time.
A dark black amount of smoke begins to continually flow from that corner. The smoke itself begins to enrobe you.
Robert:
You follow the frozen footsteps further back into the maps section. Eventually you notice as the books begin to change from maps to large leather bound books. Pausing to look up for a moment you notice that you are in part of the building that you have never been before. Heck as you turn about you even figure that you arn't sure where you are. No noise, no people, just books lots and lots of books. Choosing to continue on you eventually reach the place where you could only imagine the steps originated from. A large book lies open on the floor and a circle of ice surrounds it. Icicles hang from the nearby racks of books and you can even see your breath.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
The back smoke continues to pour outward eventually over coming you. Its choking and you are unable to breath. It fills your eyes your mouth and your nose eventually causing you to lose consciousness. You waken in your own bed in your normal room...
Robert:
As you attempt to pick up the book you feel your fingers begin to freeze as if they were exposed to frigid cold temperatures. It forces your hands to immediately retract. As you withdraw your hand you notice the content of the book. It seems to show some strange symbols and language completely foreign to you.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
As you look around to see where the book could be from you notice there there is no apparent spot that it would have come from. This book appears to have been deliberately carried and placed here. As for the language of the book you remember this is a school library. It is not unusual to find books of all languages granted this one really does seem particularly odd considering you've seen a few foreign languages in your travels and spoils. Your thoughts though are short lived as suddenly from behind you, you hear a massive cracking noise. But its not glass cracking like but rather like ice cracking. It sounds more like ice breaking? Its accompanied this time by heavy foot steps.
Devon:
Your mind initially agrees with you but after a bit your not so sure. It felt so real and the figure. Was he really who he said he was. Whats more vexing is how did you end up in the bed in the first place. And the burning scent. It still fills the air. You pause to think. Wait somethings burning.....
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
Devon:
Although it smells like smoke you see no smoke in the air what so ever. Actually everything in your room looks exactly how you had expected it to. Not burned at all. Perfectly fine. Still the smell of smoke lingers on the air.
Robert:
As if you had expected it nothing responds just more heavy foot falls. Currently they appear to be some distance but you don't know if they will stay that way for long. Every time though that you hear the foot fall almost in a stomping manner you hear the cracking of ice. And for its volume that is very strange.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!