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Log: Mister Toad's Wild Ride Part Two

Page history last edited by wastevens@... 14 years, 8 months ago

Run By: Dokuganryu (3xp)

Players: Sun-Shattering Tyrant, Azami

Synopsis: Part two of the Wild Ride of Mister Toad!!

 

 

 

 

The Corridor. Outside the disturbing, mockery-filled breakroom, the Corridor has clearly seen better days. It's broken-down, rusty, and old as hell for Stygia - especially where such things can easily be repaired. The tunnel is long, but straightforward, with a single door at the end, and that is where Azami and the Sun-Shattering Tyrant Mao have now found themselves within Mister Toad's disturbing playground of underworld horror.

 

 

There's only one way to go from here, at least. Mao harumphs, crossing his arms stubbornly across his chest. His eyes peer down the hallway, "Well, I guess we should keep moving. We're agreed that the Toad Dies Again if we find him, yeah?"

 

 

Azami has picked herself up and dusted herself off. The white mop of her hair is tousled from the headlong tumble through the ridiculous fireplace and her petticoats are in something of a rumple.

On top of that, she is fondly reminiscing of the sweet taste of frog legs.

"Most definitely. But it can't be too much farther, right mr. Mao?" she says, and makes her way towards the door.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant nods, moving to walk in front of the Lunar, "Unless we've been going in circles, we should be fine." He hoped so, at least- but chances are high that they're in for a lot more torment before actually getting right down to the nitty gritty and pounding some frog-face into the pavement.

 

 

The door seems so far away. So very, very far away. And everything is so...pointless...it's like...it's like all of time is just going to keep moving on anyway. Why bother? Why go beyond this point? Why...do anything...? They'll never get out - the sands of the hourglass slip through their fingers with every step they take...

 

 

(Judge) Sun-Shattering Tyrant rolls 2: [ 2 5 ]

Resulting in a failure.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant almost feels like he should be crawling into a corner somewhere. Taking a nap, sleeping. It's not like moving's doing anything...

...But that's -not- what a Hero does! There's an entire reality to liberate from that oppressive Sun, and STANDING AROUND ain't gonna get anything done! The Tyrant grunts and begins charging forth, breaking into a run for the portal to grab at the knob.

 

 

Azami swears as the Infernal takes off down the hallway and with a hiss charges after him. Fuck! She is not getting left alone in here! Aza's skirts kick up about her legs as she runs, trying not to get left behind.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant grabs the knob, turns it, and tears the door open when he reaches it. No bloody Frog is trumping this Exalt.

 

 

The knob breaks open, shattering, flying backwards at Azami. The next room is revealed, yet again - little within, this time, however. It seems to be entirely blank, with no doors, no windows, not even a single detail. Once the pair enters the room, the door disappears, leaving them alone with...each other.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant apparantly opens doors WAY too hard to be safe. The Exalt stares into the walls of that place, arms crossed, "I think he wants us to kill each other."

 

 

Azami puts her hands on her knees and catches her breath. "Fresh... out... of spare bodies." she pants, then shakes her head and stands up straighter. Short little bookworms are not built for sprinting! Licking her lips, she looks around the room. "Maybe there is another trick? Like fireplace." She brushes the bangs from her eyes and looks about. The green flares, then is subsumed by inky black. All Encompassing Sorceror's Sight might perhaps have something to tell her... though she certainly dreads using it here.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Well, I say we just begin looking at the walls, to begin with?"

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "And by looking," he moves to one of the walls, pressing his ear to the plane and rapping a fist against its surface, "I mean doing this."

Sun-Shattering Tyrant harumphs as he finishes with the room, "Nothing. Not even a hidden passageway, or none that I could see, anyway. How about you?"

 

 

Azami smoothes a hand over her eyes. The inky black, black as the eyes of an arctic seal, dissapears and returns to the more regular intense green. "Nothing," she replies.

"There was trick to all other rooms," she muses.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "So there's nothing we can do, huh...?" The infernal rubs at his chin..."

"...Well, while we're waiting," he casts her a wry grin, "May as well get started on the next generation, eh?"

 

 

"First room, was cruelty," Aza thinks aloud. "Second was ah... was willingness to endure pain."

'Azami stops, and gives Mao a look that could probably crack glass panes at fifty yards. "I am thinking, this is not good trick," she says drily.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant visibly shivers, "I'm kidding! Jeez! Don't have to undress me with your eyes over it..."

 

 

Azami blinks, then shakes her head, colouring slightly. Its probably out of anger. "Is very hard to undress with eyes, you know." She wiggles her fingers illustratively. "Unless you spend too much time in Wyld." Turning her gaze to the cieling, she huffs. "Mister Toad! This is very boring!"

 

 

The room sits there in much the way that water doesn't, doing absolutely nothing. It's just a room with four walls, a ceiling, a floor, a dome...a circle...a...sphere...

No walls. No ceiling. No nothing. It's just a sphere.

Except for them.

 

 

Azami realizes this a little belatedly and nearly stumbles, heeled lady's-boots slipping a bit on the sloping non-surface. "Kah!"

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Well, I wouldn-Gah!" He rushes forth on an impulse. Where it came from, he doesn't know, but the voice in his head sounds just a little bit peeved. He catches her before she falls over completely, "Watch yourself!""

 

 

The room does not shift beyond this - remaining simply...a sphere.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Listen, I have an idea. This room is impeccable, except for what we do to it, right?" Mao rights the Lunar and makes sure she doesn't collapse on herself again. He's lucky she hasn't sprained an ankle yet, "So what I'm thinking is that we do something to change the room if we don't like it."

 

 

Azami catches her breath... then pats Mao's arm a little akwardly. "Er-- thank you." She says, ink-tipped ears flicking back in embarrassment as she's set more stably. "What do you mean? Change it by thinking; wouldn't comfy nice... parlour be better?"

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "I don't think it responds to the mind. But maybe if we scar the appearance of the chamber, it will change?""

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "You have a knife on you?"

 

 

The room shifts, a comfy parlour (still lacking in anything but walls) forming.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "...Or not."

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "It looks like it DOES respond, huh?"

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Alright, so what about turning into a door for us, hm?""

 

 

"I like this room the most," Mister Toad notes sinisterly. Though the 'gentletoad' is nowhere to see, his voice ribbits through the chamber as though he were right next to them. "It's the most fun you'll ever have, little Livelies. I'm amazed you got through the corridor...so few livelies ever reach the end. They die before then..." He gives a 'wistful' ribbit. "Ahh, memories."

 

 

Azami watches the room change... "You are on to something," she says to Mao-- then shuts up, hands bunching up into fists at her sides. "Froggie! Was /right/ about you, miserable little fly-sack! Disreputable maggot!"

 

 

"You don't like my home? But I thought we were friends, my lovely lively Lively." Ribbit.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "What game are you playing with us, Toad? I swear, I'm going to track you down, and beat you so senseless that the Void will feel it," He cracks his knuckles as if to accentuate that point."

 

 

"Friends!? I see what you do to your FRIENDS!" Azami snarls. It would seem she has reached the end of her patience. The balled-up fists of her hands snap and crackle with frost. Black and purple lightning snarls around her fists and reaches up her sleeves, snapping in the folds. "Why don't you show up? Maybe you give us nice tour and we rip out you nasty tongue!"

 

 

"It's my favorite game. It's my wonderful, funderful, oh-so-impunderful Wild Ride, my lively." Toad ribbits. "The game's not over yet, my lovely lively Lively. Do you want to stop playing? You'll hurt Toad's feelings."

 

 

That's... Actually, that's rather terrifying. Azami, Mao is learning, could get very angry, very quickly. Also, she's earned her place as 'third scariest thing I've ever seen' second only to Sexual Favors toward Lilun and a Tick-Lunar he once saw months ago.

 

 

Azami seethes. "Very nice game, locking people in boring room! Maybe we play chess next? Shuffleboard? Push-Lucy-in-the-Drink? Craps?"

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "You know, Chess isn't actually such a bad game."

 

 

"That sounds like fun!" Toad chuckles, "But no, I think once you win, I will let you out of Stygia. Just as promised, yes? I said I would lead you out! And now I will!"

"But," Toad ah-ah-ahs. Ribbit. "You have not won Toad's game just yet! So go the distance and then an exit you'll get!"

 

 

"Hnn. This is my fault then, I guess." Mao shrugs, taking a long glance at the room, well, if it conforms to what we're thinking..."

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "...Then let's meditate a bit, shall we?""

 

 

Azami lets out a careful breath. Calm. Calm is good. "Hrmph!" She forces her hands to unclench. The crackling Void energy fades from her hands. "Fine... fine." She glances at Mao. "...Is chess fun? Never have played it. Think of an exit again."

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "I don't think that'll work."

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Thinking of an exit is too obvious."

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "...No. Come on, sit down." The Infernal takes the first step, his legs folding into a lotus position."

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "And yeah, Chess is actually pretty fun. You just need to learn how to play it. But for now, come, sit, and meditate with me. There is no room.""

 

 

Azami starts to argue... then does as she's bid. Her hands fold in the lap of her skirts and she exhales quietly. More peacefully her inky ears ease back and she bows her head, closing her eyes. There is no room.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant shuts his eyes, blocking out all stimuli. No sound, no sight, only a floor, and he pushes that away with his mind as well. There is no room.

To aid in his endeavor, the Tyrant imagines a spoon.

...And then, with great effort, renders the spoon, like the room, into oblivion.

 

 

Indeed, the room falls apart, revealing an exterior of roiling hills outside Stygia - far outside Stygia, in fact.

 

 

Azami peeks slyly with one eye.

 

 

Mao slowly fades his conciousness back into 'reality.' His nostrils take in the smell of fresh grass, and he feels blades of green jutting into his pants. Little by little, his eyes open, and his grin widens, "Looks like I was right."

 

 

The grass is not green, the wind does not blow, and the smell is not fresh. It is sick. It is rotten. It is the smell of death mocking life. It is...rancid, metallic, and altogether horrible and decayed.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "...Or not."

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "...But at least we're not in the Void. Or the Wyld." He stands, brushing off his pants."

 

 

Azami raises a hand to cover her mouth, fingers straying over her nose. "Khh... Hrm. Well, it is very different." She stands, and looks around. "Perhaps is next room..." She walks a little ways down the hill they find themselves on, shading her eyes to try and figure out where this is.

 

 

Bump.

How odd. Perhaps walking forward will cure the -

Bump.

"Really." Toad ribbits, "You thought it was that easy?"

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant is, again, thankfully insulated thanks to his reocurring nightmares. Horrible reoccuring nightmares. The ones of Lilun. Gods, Lilun. He shivers again, "...No, but I figured I'd try something out of left field."

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Right. Well, if that didn't work..."

 

 

"Kah!" Aza takes a sharp step back and rubs at her nose woefully. "Invisible walls!" She sinks back onto the foul grass in a rumple of skirts and ruffly petticoats, muttering. "Okay. New plan... What do you say we break room?"

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Break room?" The Infernal smirks. The smirk grows into a grin. The grin turns into a row of horrible, white teeth, which open and spill forth a dark, but powerful cackle, "Break the Room? Hah! I was trying to be civilized about this, but hell, why not?""

As a side note, a little voice deep down inside finds his companion ever more adorable by the minute. This is contrasted, of course, by the part of him that's sincerely frightened of the girl.

"AWWWWWRIIIIGHT!" His fists clench, muscles tensing in arms, shoulders, legs, torso. "Let's kick this room's ass right back to Lethe!"

 

 

"Yes!" Aza shouts, hopping up to her feet. "Its perfectly spherical rear!"

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant begins doing exactly as he said he would, and starts PUNCHING THE EVER LOVING HELL out of the room's walls, "Send it back to its three-dimensional mother crying like the eye it is!"

 

 

Azami reaches into her heavy sleeves. Out comes a terrible bright machete, slipping out of a hidden leather sheath with a sound like ringing glass. Striding up to where she bumped her nose most woefully (with a hand out in front of her this time of course). With nothing of surgical precision, she seeks to thrust it into the invisible wall.

 

 

(Judge) Azami rolls 4: [ 5 7 <10> <10> ]

Resulting in 5 successes.

(Judge) Sun-Shattering Tyrant rolls 3: [ 2 4 5 ]

Resulting in a failure.

 

 

Azami's daiklaive digs into the room, slicing through it almost effortlessly as their patience has worn thin; Tyrant, however, cracks his hand on the room with a loud -crick-. Nothing broken, though.

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant clutches at his knuckles as they 'crick' against the wall. Mental note: Do not punch walls if they are not yet cracked!

 

 

"If this was Labyrinth," Azami mutters to herself as she slices through the wall. Sparks spit out around the hilt of the machete as she forces it down slowly but surely through the wall itself, shearing through the substance like a knife through cold butter. "Could get out -so much easier-. Mao, you will push this out yes?" The machete hits the other end of the cut and /shkk!/s into the wall at an angle. She pulls it

out and wipes the weapon on her sleeve.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Yeah." He moves to the slice of wall she so gracefully carved out, his hand is still aching ever so slightly, but the pain is quickly fading. Either way, he's using his shoulder, "I'll give this thing a nice clean shove. See where it gets us."

 

 

Azami nods encouragingly and stands back.

 

 

(Judge) Sun-Shattering Tyrant rolls 6: [ -1- -1- -1- 2 5 5 ]

Resulting in a Botch!

 

 

The wall remains resolute. Perhaps the small librarian would have better luck.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Hold on just one second.""

Sun-Shattering Tyrant pauses, pulls back several feet, and tackles the door head first.

-= OOC =- Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Excellency time."

-= OOC =- Sun-Shattering Tyrant says, "Yes, I'm Excellency-ing on a DOOR BREAKING attempt. And I can. Fuck yeah Malfeas."

(Judge) Sun-Shattering Tyrant rolls Athletics + Strength + Athletics + Strength: [ 2 3 3 5 6 8 9 <10> ]

Resulting in 4 successes.

 

 

The cut exit explodes at Tyrant's skull. Just, explodes; shattering, the whole room falls away to unveil a room of doors. Each door has above it a different location name, corresponding to somewhere in Creation.

"So it looks like you're the first to win Toad's little game. I hope you'll remember this in the future!" Toad's voice echoes. "Come back again if you ever want to play more...ribbit.."

 

 

"Hah!" The Infernal grins with himself, a small trickle of blood dripping down from a quickly closing cut about his crown, "No wall is harder than that of my head!" Thank the Yozi's he's talking about the one he uses to think with.

...Oh wait.

"Hrmph," He crosses his arms pointedly, "Well, at least he kept his word. Can say that much of the bloody amphibian." Strange, an Infernal valuing honor? "...Still gonna beat him if he tricks us into something like this again."

 

 

"Very fantastic!" Aza exclaims as the room falls to pieces. Then Toad's voice comes again and she puts her hands on her hips. "Nasty fly-belly..." Frowning, an expression of sadness creeps up to her face. All those poor souls...

(Judge) Azami rolls Compassion: [ -1- 4 ]

Resulting in a Botch!

 

 

Azami sighs. Nothing she can do about it now. Come back later, she thinks to herself, and free them later, when you are more prepared. Looking up, she gives Mao a half-smile. "Are you based in East then, War-god?"

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant grins even wider, but it's a friendly one, at least, "Aye, that I am! You are, as well? Or are you from up North?"

 

 

Azami nods, smiling wrily. "I am. But I live in East. Lets get out of here before a giant chess-set shows up, yes?" And she steps for one of the Eastern doors, stubby lynx tail swishing behind her.

 

 

Sun-Shattering Tyrant nods and follows after her. This will certainly be an interesting trip back home, "Heh, it's not so hard once you get used to it. I'll have to teach you sometime."

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