SJmun
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 17:54:02 GMT -8
Darkness stretches as far as the eye can and cannot see, bespeckled with the bleached whiteout spots from many Null blasts.
The map clearly shows the way forwards, er, backwards.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 17:57:42 GMT -8
The Heir of Hope kept a close eye on the map. He didn't want to overshoot the baseball player's 'house'. But he paid some attention to the Null ring, he didn't like the look of that thing.
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Post by Sprityo on Mar 21, 2016 18:35:09 GMT -8
"You seem like the ''man with the plan,' Patrick. Where to are we going?"
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 18:38:34 GMT -8
"We're going to meet up with Dylan, he's another player who got lost out here that contacted us a while back. Then, we are going to figure out where the Elf Session is from there, face the opposite way, and reverse like hell. Meanwhile, you need to keep watch on that Null Ring thing. I don't like the look of it. It scares me, even. But, we won't tell the others on the messageboard about it. We don't want a bunch of ghosts getting frightened and acting rash."
The Driver kept his attention on the map projected on his visor while talking, to ensure he wouldn't miss his stop.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 19:03:19 GMT -8
Scraps of tattered flesh can be seen floating about, still dripping with blood.
A rather large white blot can be seen up behind, with much of the destroyed chunks clearly backlit.
Despite this, there is the low rumbling of something... breathing?
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 19:05:31 GMT -8
The Driver quietly takes his foot off the reverse, the Big Rig stopping instantly. He quietly gets out, motioning for Remose to stay inside.
"D-Dylan? Are you... around?"
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 19:14:52 GMT -8
The breathing noise continues in the same pattern. However, something shows up on your computing device, in a notepad file.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 19:18:09 GMT -8
The Heir of Hope continued to cautiously approach, hoping that the lost player wouldn't be so horrific and terrifying to... well, give off the effect that a Horrorterror does.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 19:21:28 GMT -8
As you get closer, the breathing gets moderately louder.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 19:24:02 GMT -8
The Heir read this, and further steadied his nerves, calling upon the Hunter spirit inside him to further his resolve. He made a promise to this kid, and no matter what he looks like, he will save him from the bleak hellscape.
Yep, definitely a horrorterror. But, I mean, they aren't all bad. There was that one that helped me get back to the meteor when I got separated and lost out in the ring. I.. I can do this. I can do this.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 20:40:26 GMT -8
You finally arrive at the source of the low breathing noises. {trigger warning: don't}  It appears he is being held in place by multitudes of tentacles, some of them digging into his skin and places where they clearly shouldn't. |
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 20:43:03 GMT -8
The Heir of Hope flinched slightly, but he someone managed to stay in control of his mouth to prevent himself from screaming in absolute horror.
"............Hey, ...uh.... how are you?"
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 20:58:43 GMT -8
He looks down at the visitor with his bloodshot eyes. It seems he's trying to smile, but some blood trickles from his mouth.
The breathing noise has a momentary pause before resuming.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 21:07:09 GMT -8
"..Are the tentacles.. part of you? Or... can I just cut you down? I don't want to kill you... but I don't want to see you suffer because of my inaction."
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Post by SJmun on Mar 21, 2016 21:11:05 GMT -8
The breathing continues. The tentacles quiver ever so slightly.
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