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☘ 043; [action; nightmare castle 2f]
[Lancer's patience was quickly wearing thin with this place. His shoulder hurt like hell after the other night's little run-in with whatever those monsters were, and the mark on his hand only served to irritate him more. What was this supposed to be, some weird blue parody of Command Spells? What a pain.]
...tch. [Scowling, he shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked around the castle's second floor with a miserable look on his face.]
[ooc: Simple catch-all action post; pick a room/location and I'll roll with it!]
...tch. [Scowling, he shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked around the castle's second floor with a miserable look on his face.]
[ooc: Simple catch-all action post; pick a room/location and I'll roll with it!]
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> Investigate?
> Ignore?
> Run like hell?
> Go in with makeshift weapon raised, ready to rid the castle of one more monster?]
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[Given his rapidly deteriorating mood, a fight seemed like just the thing to pick him up a little. So of course, Lancer would just be strolling on northward to investigate matters.]
[If this was a horror movie and he was less competent, he'd probably die first.]
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But as it is, he's too angry at the door to care about Sheila's opinions at the moment.]
Will you open, you godsforsaken piece of rotting wood?
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[Lancer raised an eyebrow in mild confusion, looking from the door to Cecil.]
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My problem is that too many doors in this castle are blocked by fire or ice or glowing colors, and that the rest of our Pokémon might be behind any of them. What's the point of this?
[Maybe the point is that he could only open that golden door earlier, but he doesn't like it.]
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[He walked over, knocking on the door as if testing just how sturdy it was and what it was made out of.]
Glowing colors, huh...Got somethin' to do with these annoying little seals on our hands? Unless I'm the only one with a nice decoration, in which case I'm less than flattered.
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Those seals are most certainly involved. I managed to open the door near the stairs, and while I was looking for additional supplies I happened to find this.
[This would be the pokéball he's now taking out, and clutching very tightly. Like hell he's allowing it to disappear again.]
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[That got him to pay attention. Startled, Lancer stared at Cecil's Pokeball for a moment before looking back to the door.]
So what, we're playing some kind of matching game here?
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[Possibly in reaction to those words, the pokéball moves slightly.]
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[Cracking his knuckles, Lancer held up his hand with the blue sigil on it.]
Tell me how to open it.
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[Well, doesn't that sound simply and way too easy?]
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[Lancer placed his hand on the door, slightly surprised to find how easily it opened after that.
C'mon. I'm half expecting shit to start jumping me again.
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[He starts walking towards the door, but the suddenly stops.]
How can we be certain this room is safe for me to enter? Perhaps it rejects other sigils...
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[But in his left arm goes, followed by the rest of his body. No injuries to be seen there.]
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[And that would be when he actually decides to look around.]
...What is all of this...?
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It's definitely nothing I'm familiar with, but let's look around and see if there's anything here.
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[Yet he goes for the crystals, rather than any nook or cranny. Why would anyone study those...?]
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[Following Cecil, lancer looked over the other knight's shoulder.]
...What is it?
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...Crystals are items of great power in my world and others, not to be trifled with. How could anyone obtain so many, and for what purpose? Could they be the power that brought us here?
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[Wouldn't want to blow up the castle with everyone inside, or something equally silly.]
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[Backing away slowly now.]
...With all the clutter in here, I can understand why there could be pokéballs lost in this room.
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[Shrugging, he pointed over his own shoulder.]
I'll look on this side, you take that one?
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[He moves to his side of the room and starts looking behind a... a... Seriously, what are those contraptions? He tries not to touch it as he looks, just in case.]
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[because this little dumbshit is just TOUCHING EVERYTHING]
[cecil please do something.]
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Be careful. Some of those machines might still be drawing power from the crystals, and you'd have no way to tell before their activation.
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...he'll also keep casting furtive glances on that one particularly ominous suit of armor because he halfway expects it to be enchanted in some manner but he's not entirely sure how...
...between the those two things and the, well, everything else, he's getting increasingly careless about how he goes about replacing those daggers and it's kind of hard not to hear...]
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[He wasn't expecting any sort of armory, so to say Lancer was pleased by the development would be an understatement. In fact, Lancer would just completely ignore Kayneth and start looking for a usable lance.]
[Sorry, bro. The magnitude of the fuck this man does not give is somewhere around nine.]
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the one who hasn't, to his knowledge, accidentally stolen his girl but who he can't got a read on either way
...well...! he can handle being ignored...! HE'LL JUST KEEP APPRAISING DAGGERS THEN why are they all so rusty
...is this going to turn into a game of "who actually bothers to acknowledge the other person first"]
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[Yes it is.]
[Look how happy he is to be ignoring you, Kayneth. Are you really going to stand for that.]
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...i mean, pathetic loser, yeah, but not that kind
he's not going to give this big hero lug the satisfaction of being acknowledged...!
...besides, he's too busy getting mad about knives and muttering to himself about it.]
It isn't even that damp in here...!
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Bad day?
[It's meant to be sarcastic--this has been a bad month, really--but it comes out more sympathetic than anything else. She's tired. They're all tired. Sarcasm's not going to help.]
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[It came out a little more flat than the sarcasm he'd meant to use, but oh well. He glanced to her Pokeball before looking back up, suddenly interested rather than annoyed. A moment or two passed, and Lancer suddenly looked deeply contemplative before speaking up again.]
...Hey. Got a question for ya--forget workin' on what's behind this for a minute and tell me this. Why take those at all if there was a chance to get them back? More than that, why make it so simple?
[Though Lancer did have an answer in mind, the question wasn't rhetorical. Mostly he just wanted to see if anyone else was thinking along the same lines.]
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It's a punishment for us. [what have you done for them?] Make us vulnerable without them. Force us to fight on our own. [she glances at her hand, trying not to shiver at the implications that keep running through her head, before she sighs.] And locking doors that can't be broken down doesn't sound simple to me, Lancer. It sounds like a lot of work.
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[Lancer himself had stubbornly kept the hand bearing the sigil in his pocket, even as he waved the other one around idly.]
I mean, look at this place. If they really wanted to make it difficult, they'd at least have been guarded on top of locked doors. Top of a tower, hidden in a barricaded and guarded treasury, I could go on.
Yeah, it's a good amount of work. But it's not half as much as I'd expect. I'd almost go so far as to call it some fucked up kinda test more than actively trying to kill us all or whatever.
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Let me guess, you haven't gone outside at night yet. [more rhetorical than actual question, and she snorts before continuing.] There are things that are trying to kill us in here, you know, and they're nothing to sneeze at.
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