Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Nov 9, 2012 22:39:46 GMT -6
As Elissa began to have a sneezing fit from the dust in the room, Gordon frowned not only in response to her sneezing fit but her remark.
"Oh, do I?"
Judging by that it seemed that she didn't hear anything? If Gordon was the only one who was hearing things..... Maybe it wasn't a good idea for him to remain in the basement for much longer. There was that looming impression that things would get worse from there. And of course not just for him.
Gordon suddenly turned to look at the area in which they had sat in their previous investigation in the basement. Following slowly after the Spy, he noticed that there was absolutely nothing there. Zacharie examined the ground and as he touched the ground, there was a clear layer of dust. Nothing was there at all even though they had never retrieved the items there. Where did everything end up?
"Yeah." He nodded. "Something like low chuckling and whispers of something I can't discern." He paused for a moment as a momentary silence captured the room. However, another low chuckle came and vague whispers filled the room once more. There were multiple whispers but there was only one voice. It seemed as if the whispers echoed over each other..... As he shook his head they gradually faded away, returning to silence.
"Damn it." He groaned slightly. "Did you hear those just now?"
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lissapants
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Post by lissapants on Nov 13, 2012 16:03:44 GMT -6
The Pyro shrugged, not hearing anything out of the ordinary, she did notice it starting to get a bit more breezy standing so far away from the group and once she was sure her sneeze fest was over, she walked closer to her teammates.
She wasn't too sure if the voices Gordon was hearing were the same as the ones that woke her up in the middle of the night, and for all she knew they could just be in her head, but so far there was nothing unusual.
Out of nowhere, she heard the sound of someone laughing and couldn't help but giggle quietly to herself. That wasn't one of the familiar voices she was surrounded by.
She covered her mouth, then quickly shoved her hands into her pockets, looking at the dusty floor and choosing not to respond out loud to the Sniper's question.
/late reply oops don't worry i'm not dead/
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 13, 2012 19:53:21 GMT -6
“I certainly did.” He added, looking around suspiciously as he spoke. Zacharie was relieved to hear Gordon confirm his suspicions, but he didn’t like it one bit. The basement was completely bare, there was nothing but dust about and something was trying to intimidate them. Somehow. Just how were they hearing these voices? They came from no discernible location and only he and Gordon had heard them so far, at least to his knowledge.
Standing up from his kneeling position, he grunted in pain as his headache suddenly intensified. Zacharie held his head for a moment. What was he doing here? The pounding on the door stopped; there was no obvious evidence, so why bother? He had to be honest with himself, he had enough for the evening. This spirit called them down to the basement just to chuckle at them all the while he had to deal with his injuries?
“You know what. I think there is nothing that can be done here right now.” The spy said with a frustrated tone. “I’m going back up stairs.” And with that he decided to climb up the stairs, holding steady onto the rail. Before anyone could ask or complain, he grabbed onto the door with his left hand and pulled. Nothing, it wouldn’t budge. “Hm?” Zacharie shook it a few times, even knocking on it. Nothing. His heart raced in his chest a bit, were they seriously locked in? Or was his strength failing him to the point where he couldn’t open a flimsy wooden door?
“Who…?”
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Post by Franciska on Nov 13, 2012 20:45:16 GMT -6
Fran didn't lift a finger to stop Zach when he announced he was leaving. It wasn't too unexpected, he didn't even want to be here as it was, let alone with those injuries. She began tracing circles in the layer of dust on the floor with her shoe. She really didn't want to just give up, but at the same time there really was nothing to find in the dingy basement. Still puzzling over an explanation for all this nonsense, Fran stood and dejectedly shuffled behind the spy.
The sound of the door rattling made her chest tighten yet again. "What? It can't be locked, we are the only ones here!" She said, cursing under her breath. This was just becoming annoying. Not only was this spirit determined to elude her understanding, a fact that was maddening enough on its own, now the thing just seemed to be set on toying with them. Why wouldn't the obnoxious little phantom just show itself already?
She pushed Zacharie aside, a bit more roughly than she intended, then grabbed the door knob and gave it a good pull herself. Nothing. Face twisted into a scowl, she turned, pushed, and pulled it every which way, to no avail. "Well this is great. Just fantastisk." Fran was already weighing the possibilities that it was locked on accident, but it was quickly becoming clear she was just setting herself up for another headache.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Nov 13, 2012 21:22:56 GMT -6
As Zacharie and Franciska attempted to get the door opened, Gordon looked up at them with an eyebrow raised and a scowl on his face. Their attempts to open to door proved to be futile. The door wouldn't budge an inch and it looked as if they were locked in. But how was that possible if they were the only people there? Surely, they had left the basement door unlocked when they went down there to investigate. But if they couldn't get the door open, they were as good as stuck there. With whatever else could be done there aside from them. There definitely didn't seem to be anything else worth noting in the basement. Perhaps it was only their imaginations and the ghost was just-
Gordon could pick up the smell of smoke. It wasn't particularly strong but it wasn't weak either. He waved his hand around a little bit and held his nose with a gentle hand. Smoke wasn't visible but at any rate, the presence of the smell was alarming enough. He looked around for any sources of the smell but he couldn't see anything or find anything. His eyebrows creased as the smell remained.
"If the door isn't opening, then give it a rest for now." He said to his teammates on the staircase. "Do you smell the smoke?"
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Post by lissapants on Nov 13, 2012 21:50:41 GMT -6
Elissa breathed a sigh of relief when Zach headed for the door, that meant she could make a dash to her bedroom and smother herself in the mass of blankets she acquired from various rooms in the base.
That thought was immediately cut short as she watched her teammates struggle to open the door that she didn't even recall having a lock on in the first place. Maybe she was just too tired? She didn't even remember closing the door when she caught up with the group.
Like hell she would be stuck in a locked closet of sorts with people she barely knew, she would have none of that, instead she unhooked the axe from her belt and waited for Fran to step out of the way before eying the door, mentally marking the exact spot she would plant the axe.
She lowered the axe upon hearing Gordon talking about smelling smoke. She honestly hadn't noticed anything until he had mentioned it, then again it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, she did have a tendency to set everything on fire, after all.
The arm holding her weapon lowered and the Pyro let out a sigh of defeat. Of all the things in the world that could spook the shit out of the team, it had to be another Pyro. She didn't like it one bit.
Before the rest of the team could do anything, she charged at the door screaming, and hurled the axe into the wood.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 13, 2012 22:23:49 GMT -6
He growled a bit as Fran pushed him aside, back against the wall that the stairway was built on. "What did you expect to happen? For it to magically open just for you?” Zacharie spat back with a sarcastic tone, resting against the stair’s hand rail with his good arm. He decided to listen to Gordon instead, lending the sniper the last bit of his patience.
“What? Smoke? Certainly not I—“ As the spy was about to argue the point that they were all getting massively pranked by a very immature spirit, a fire axe suddenly came between him in Fran. Zacharie immediately slunk back to the wall as much as he could in response, looking quite surprised as the axe came down on the wooden door, followed by its wielder.
“Watch where you’re going with that!” He managed to shout as he tried to keep out of harms way.
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Post by Franciska on Nov 14, 2012 10:23:50 GMT -6
If you make an 'it keeps happening" joke I swear to God I will kill you.
Pressed as flat against the wall as she could, Fran stared in shock at the axe buried in the door right where she had just been standing. "E-Elissa! For God's sake, at least warn us first!" She quickly glanced between the wielder and the locked door. "Good idea though." She added under her breath with a nod of approval. Looks like they wouldn't be stuck down here for too long after all.
Before the pyro could ready another swing, Fran inched down a few steps until she was well out of the way. She was about to me down one more, but where the step should have been her foot only met with air. She let our a short cry of surprise as she fell backwards, arms scrambling to find something to grab on to. The flimsy rail was attached to the opposite wall, well out of her reach, leaving Fran with noting to save her from tumbling headfirst down the stairs.
Fran simply sat in a daze for a moment, her back and shoulder aching and her glasses sitting bent and shattered on the floor. Sometime during her rather ungraceful decent, the lights had flickered off once again, only adding to her disorientation. "Jävla helvete..." Fran muttered as felt across the ground for her glasses, hands shaking uncontrollably. Normally she'd be embarrassed with her own clumsiness, but she couldn't allow herself to believe this was a mere accident. Not when she so clearly felt that freezing hand wrap around her ankle.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Nov 14, 2012 17:25:48 GMT -6
The sound of splintering wood caused Gordon to look up at the staircase in mild shock as Elissa threw her axe into the door causing Zacharie and Franciska to move out of the way in surprise. Gordon's mouth hung open slightly but he couldn't find any words to say, not that he really had anything to say in response. He was simply surprised but at the same time, it was a good idea. They shouldn't remain in the basement any longer. Was there really any point? He dismissed the smell of smoke as coming from Elissa. There was no fire around and really, the sooner they got out of the basement, the better.
However, a sudden shriek came from Franciska as she fell down the staircase with a series of horrendous thuds against the steps and landed at the base of the stairs. The lights had gone out presumably from her falling down the stairs. Startled by her sudden fall, Gordon hurried over to help her up. He could hear a small crack come from under his left foot as he shone his flashlight to get a better look at what he had stepped on. They were Fran's glasses which had already been broken but now were even more so since he had stepped on them.
Shit. Gordon made a mental note to compensate for ruining her glasses even more. But he couldn't worry about that now.
Gordon picked up what remained of the glasses and set them by Fran's hand as he reached out to help her up.
"Fran, you alright?" He asked with a look of concern.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 14, 2012 23:08:50 GMT -6
He was so focused on not being near Elissa when she would take her next swing that he didn’t notice Fran falling until it was too late. Zacharie hesitated for a moment before going down after her, acting like he was about to say something to the Pyro. No, no, best leave her to her work. The spy made a mental note never to test Elissa’s patience in the future.
Stepping moving down the steps quickly to meet with Gordon in helping their medic back on her feet, Zacharie could only stand by and watch. He resisted the urge to figuratively kick her while she was down, maybe to make a remark about her clumsiness or something. To be honest he couldn’t find it in him, they were both in the same boat now by how dazed she looked. Plus there would be plenty of time for it later when they were both dealing with their respective injuries.
But as Gordon asked if she was alright the lights suddenly went out, he felt that odd chill again. The atmosphere around all of them felt heavy, oppressively so.
“Careful.” Zacharie murmured, looking around him as their silhouettes were barely visible by the light coming through a crack under the door.
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Post by Franciska on Nov 15, 2012 16:49:57 GMT -6
Still reeling from her disorienting fall and shaken by the fear prickling at her chest, Fran's response was rather incoherent. "No, well, yes but I-I...Gordon we have to get out, something grabbed-" The words caught in her throat as she was struck with a chill so sudden it took the air from her lungs. Eyes widening, Fran the definate presence of someone standing behind her, even though only Zacharie and Gordon stood at her side. Between the darkness and her ruined glasses, she could hardly make out anything but Elissa's partially illuminated form, hacking away at the top of the stairs.
Pain erupted from her scalp as an unseen force grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked hard. A yelp of pain quickly turned into a terrified shriek as it pulled with enough force to drag her away from Gordon's outstretched and and the safety promised by the beams of light shining through the axe-splintered door. Panic overtook her senses as she scratched at the cold basement floor, desperately trying to free herself before she was swallowed further into the darkness. Whatever had a grip on her was not giving up that easily. The spectral hands slammed the side of her head against the far back wall, knocking her senseless and filling her mouth with he taste of blood.
Before Fran could scream again, the powerful grip released her hair and clamped around her throat instead. Her feet kicked wildly and she grabbed at her neck, but her invisible attacker only squeezed harder. Smoke filled her lungs and the scent of ashes hung heavy over the pitch black room. Blinded by the darkness and lightheaded from the lack of air, she could only lay helplessly gasping for precious oxygen. Her teammates felt a million miles away now. She reached out a weak hand, silently begging for someone, anyone to either save her or end her torment.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Nov 15, 2012 22:20:24 GMT -6
Franciska was dragged away by an unseen entity with a terrified gasp of surprise and soon she disappeared into the darkness.
"Fran! Damn.....!" Gordon groaned as he shot up.
It all happened so suddenly but apprehension grasped Gordon at his heart as he watched her vanish. He grabbed his weapon in an instant and shone his flashlight to find her and whatever attacked her. He ran off in the direction in which she was dragged, seeing her get thrown against the wall. He couldn't see what it was but soon the smell of ash started to fill his lungs, causing him to cough and wheeze slightly. He could see Franciska with something wrapped around her neck and strangling her without any mercy.
Gordon couldn't see the person who was attacking his teammate well but it wasn't as if that mattered. He readied his kukri to strike at the figure in front of him in hopes of releasing Fran. As he swung and hacked into what seemed to be the shoulder, the figure didn't budge as it continued to choke her. Even though it seemed he had attacked the figure successfully, he attempted to reach out and help Fran and strike whoever it was down with successive strikes of the knife.
However, before he could react any further, he felt something pass through his chest and gouge into body. At first, he couldn't feel anything but a sharp foreign object pierce through his body. A nauseating sensation and a tearing pain followed soon after as he coughed up blood and the crimson fluid ran down his mouth. Blood seeped through his wound as well as his hands dropped to his sides and he weakly stumbled from the sudden attack. He struggled to stay up and grasp at whatever had skewered him. It was a thin piece of what was probably scrap metal but it was wide enough and long enough to gouge through his body not to mention is was stuck through with enough force as well.
Every word out of his mouth was interrupted by a violent cough as more blood came out. He weakly collapsed to the ground in a crumpled heap as the kukri fell down beside him. His flashlight rolled on the ground away from him. He gasped for air and trembled slightly from the pain as a pool of his own blood began to form under him as he weakly looked up and glared at the figure.
"Go..... to hell....." He whispered with a raspy voice as he struggled to even remain conscious. With the last of his determination, he reached to the metal that was in his body and held onto it while attempting to wriggle it out. It only caused him more pain as it seemed to have punctured several organs.
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Post by lissapants on Nov 16, 2012 22:07:18 GMT -6
The door had only been about half in splinters when Elissa heard Gordon shouting after Fran. She looked over her shoulder and panicked, seeing the Medic struggling at the bottom of the stairs, when did she even get down the stairs in the first place?
She rubbed the back of her head, then counted her teammates,
One..Two..Wait, did the Sniper fall down the stairs too?
Gordon's flashlight rolled along the floor, flickering every few seconds and finally focusing on him, bleeding and coughing up even more blood.
She ripped the axe from the door and took a couple steps back, then kicked it in almost falling flat on her ass. It split a bit more, still not enough, once more should be good, right?
She put all her strength into one last kick, the door gave way just enough for them to slip out, of course the other three were down at the bottom of the stairs.
Elissa took a deep breath and grabbed her flashlight, tossing the axe away from the door and shining it down the stairs.
She started down the stairs and almost instantly felt something wrap around her body, throwing her back into the stairs. The flashlight had dropped from her hands and went out as it fell down into the darkness, she wasn't entirely sure if she should try to go and help the three or run off alone, but judging by the still presence she felt around her, she decided to sit this one out, to run off into the safety of her room and hope her team mates don't hate her for it later.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 16, 2012 22:42:02 GMT -6
He called out to Fran a she suddenly disappeared into the darkness of the basement; he tried to run after her but his feet heavy like lead. Gordon attempted to attack and free her but was suddenly skewered by a piece of scrap metal that seemingly appeared from the darkness. It only took a split second for the atmosphere in the basement to go from oppressive to downright chaotic. Zacharie felt paralyzed as he watched his team mates become brutally tormented by a supernatural force, like the spirit wanted him to witness what was happening as punishment for doubting its existence. His headache intensified into a burning, searing pain, like he was on fire.
No, he was not going to continue letting this happen, he wasn’t going to stand by and be witness to this madness. Mustering all of his strength and fighting off the pain shooting through his brain, Zacharie suddenly sprinted forward, the weights lifting from his feet. He nearly stumbled as he moved forward, taking the stride and gunning it to where Fran was being held against the wall and where Gordon had began bleeding out on the floor. A figure made of shadow and smoke stood between him and Fran, daring him to attack and fail much like Gordon did.
“Come on, you son of a bitch!” Zacharie shouted as he lunged forward to tackle the ghost, but his arms met air. His body soon followed as he passed through the apparition like it was nothing, wisps of smoke clouding his vision. The spy was completely disoriented as he suddenly collided with something not ghost like at all, he was surprised to find that it was Fran that he had suddenly ended up on the floor with. He was also very dazed as the pain from the headache began to lessen as the smoke dissipated.
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Post by Franciska on Nov 17, 2012 0:40:43 GMT -6
Her fear was dulled into hazy acceptance as the world around her began to slowly fade. She was just barely aware of Gordon sprinting towards her before falling to the side for some reason. No matter. Even if he'd reached her, what could he even do to stop an invisible creature? The hand struggling to free her neck went limp. Fran shut her eyes tight. Shouldn't be much longer now. She almost welcomed it; the respawn was horrible but at least it was a familiar pain.
In an instant, she was released. Letting out a loud, wheezing gasp, her chest heaved with breath once again. Fran couldn't see who was laying on top of her through the tears welling in her eyes, but she knew it must be Zacharie. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms tight around him. To feel the warmth of another human being after that unbearable coldness left her so relived she didn't even care. She just needed something tangible to hold to remind herself she was alive and all of this was really happening.
Fran stayed like that for a long moment, each ragged breath causing a dull ache in her throat. Like a person frozen under their sheets after waking form a nightmare, she lacked the willpower to make her body move again. She could still smell smoke, as if the basement were in flames that very moment. Something wet was touching her leg. That's right, Gordon fell not too far from here.
Un-burying her face from Zacharie's chest, she saw him convulsing on the basement floor, drenched in red. "Gordon!" Finding the strength to move again, she shoved the dazed spy away, desperately attempting to crawl over to her injured teammate. She made it about three inches before collapsing. "It will be...okay. If I can just...I can...treat him...he will be just fine..." She said to no one in particular between labored breaths. Hands sticky from the spreading pool of blood, she heaved herself up and began to move again. She was quickly back on the floor, arms burning from the effort.
No damn it. He was right there, little more than an arms length away. He was in pain. He was screaming. He was so god damn close and there wasn't a single thing she could do about it. "Hey, Gordon." Fran's voice was hoarse and shaky. "Do not die. And...do not try to remove that. It will make the bleeding worse." Judging by the puddle she was laying in now, he needed all the extra blood he could get.
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