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IC -2 - Yesterday Upon the Stair - Everyone
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OOC: Everyone can act but obviously Darren wouldn't do anything to hurt his grandmother |
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Looking confused at Granny, why is she holding Kyle? shes not his Granny she's his. KYLE!! That's my Granny not yours!!" Darren shouts, looking around frantically, thinking that if she's here then so must Ian. ["IAN!! IAN!!! where are you?? GRANNY'S HERE. YOU WERE RIGHT!"
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Harry rushes toward the burning hand, taking his ghost trap off of his belt and pushing the catch to open it. He designed it himself, and it's functional and airtight when it's closed. Holding the trap in front of the hand, he uses the poker to push the hand into the trap, not wanting to touch it with his own hands, and activates the catch again to seal the trap shut. He knows that fire needs oxygen to burn, and once the little air inside the ghost trap is gone, it should be extinguished.
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Louis swings his bat in a rage at the woman, maybe he can keep her distracted from a) chewing and b) Harry’s strange plan.
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"She's no one's grandma! She's the witch from the mirror, and the painting... And, and the book!!!" Shirley continues to try to make the others understand while at the same time trying to recall what little she read from the pages she found earlier.
When the monstrous woman grabs Kyle she follows Louis' lead and starts shooting her BB at her.
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Looking on in horror as he sees both Shirley and Louis attacking his poor defenseless granny, Darren cries out. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! GET AWAY FROM HER!! YOUR HURTING MY GRAMMS!!" Looking around frantically for Ian as he's sure that he must be here, surely he must, after all he saw Granny upstairs so it makes sense that he must be here with her.
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Kyle screams, and screams, and screams. Embedded within the unnaturally distended throat of the huge slug-like witch, buried up to his shoulders, all he can do is twist and shake in the crushing peristalsis. Sharp needle-like teeth rending and tearing skin and flesh.
Harry slides the candle into his ghost trap, the flame flickers with the movement. He activates the mechanism which engages with a satisfying click. The little flaps flick closed but their movement is arrested by something thrust into the cavity. Looking up, Harry sees a shadow emerging from behind the quivering bulk of the monstrous Jabba-like crone.
'Oh my God, Enslin, you idiot. Did you think that was going to work?' It's Roger. His fingers blocking the closing mechanism, he calmly grips the shrivelled hand and burning candle, lifting them out of the ghost trap and placing them back on a shelf. He looks all wrong, bulging in strange places, skin taut over lumps and protrusions that seem to writhe underneath. His gestures odd, joints slightly off, movements awkward, like a marionette.
Pumping her BB gun, Shirley launches several ball bearings into the mammoth flesh of the old woman, each round firing with a pop and impacting with a sickening plop. The witch winces with each impact and there is a small indentation as each round strikes her. But the amorphous flesh quickly regains its smooth, blubbery surface.
The old woman's neck continues to squeeze and pulsate, sucking Kyle deeper into her gullet. The top of his head disappearing into the giant, distended maw. There's a loud crack and the screams stop. The writhing body goes limp. For a brief moment the last glimpse of his face and eyes, they're lifeless. And then Evelyn slurps him down, inside. Licking her lips, blood dripping from her teeth, cascading over her shrivelled lips, and dripping down her chin. She smiles a wide smile, jagged, red teeth exposed between those bloody lips.
Harry slides the candle into his ghost trap, the flame flickers with the movement. He activates the mechanism which engages with a satisfying click. The little flaps flick closed but their movement is arrested by something thrust into the cavity. Looking up, Harry sees a shadow emerging from behind the quivering bulk of the monstrous Jabba-like crone.
'Oh my God, Enslin, you idiot. Did you think that was going to work?' It's Roger. His fingers blocking the closing mechanism, he calmly grips the shrivelled hand and burning candle, lifting them out of the ghost trap and placing them back on a shelf. He looks all wrong, bulging in strange places, skin taut over lumps and protrusions that seem to writhe underneath. His gestures odd, joints slightly off, movements awkward, like a marionette.
Pumping her BB gun, Shirley launches several ball bearings into the mammoth flesh of the old woman, each round firing with a pop and impacting with a sickening plop. The witch winces with each impact and there is a small indentation as each round strikes her. But the amorphous flesh quickly regains its smooth, blubbery surface.
The old woman's neck continues to squeeze and pulsate, sucking Kyle deeper into her gullet. The top of his head disappearing into the giant, distended maw. There's a loud crack and the screams stop. The writhing body goes limp. For a brief moment the last glimpse of his face and eyes, they're lifeless. And then Evelyn slurps him down, inside. Licking her lips, blood dripping from her teeth, cascading over her shrivelled lips, and dripping down her chin. She smiles a wide smile, jagged, red teeth exposed between those bloody lips.
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"I know this will," says Harry as he strikes the witch with the iron poker. "Use fire, iron, or silver!" He knows that there's no point in attacking the puppet Roger. If they can bring down the puppet master, his strings will be cut. He doesn't believe in magic, but he assures himself that this is some super-advanced science that is known to very few. After all, Arthur C. Clarke said that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. He doesn't understand how it works himself...yet. But he will master it.
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Here goes. |
OOC: Squeaked it!! |
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Louis hits with the bat. “Yes! Silver, iron and fire!”
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As always, Herry was just a little quicker than her, especially when it came to recall stuff from books.
With no weapon of either iron or silver, Shirley looks around the cavern in a desperate attempt at finding flammable materials, all the while trying to put some distance between herself and the witch.
"She's coming after me!
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“Shirley, Harry’s got matches!” Louis shouts. “Light the torches!”
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Shirley grabs the matches and hastily lights up a torch for herself and whoever else wants one, her BB still hanging around her torso at the ready.
"The books and papers behind her!" She points out the flammable objects. Though with the witch between them, they needed a way to light them up from a distance.
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With an arcing swing, Harry brings the iron rod to strike against the bulging blubber of the old woman's chest, the small hook on the back of the poker snags her skin and the force of the blow rends a hash in the flesh which leaks a sluggish trickle of blood. She definitely feels the wound as she recoils from the blow and her lip curls in a snarl of pain and anger. At the calls from his friends he takes a step back and shoves a hand into his pocket, his fingers close around the matches and he holds them out for Shirley who snatches them desperately from his hand.
Shirley attempts to strike a match which snaps off between her fingers. On the second attempt the phosphorous crumbles and flakes off the tip of the wood. On the third try it flashes into flame and she puts it to the rags tied around a splinter of wood and the end of the torch catches and splutters into life, giving off a smoky and uneven flame.
While Shirley is lighting her torch, Louis follows up on Harry's blow by swinging his makeshift club which slams into the naked, quivering flesh of the old woman. The blow connects squarely and he feels the impact delivering a hefty thwack, but she barely seems to register it, her face seemingly transfixed on Shirley and her flaming brand.
Shirley attempts to strike a match which snaps off between her fingers. On the second attempt the phosphorous crumbles and flakes off the tip of the wood. On the third try it flashes into flame and she puts it to the rags tied around a splinter of wood and the end of the torch catches and splutters into life, giving off a smoky and uneven flame.
While Shirley is lighting her torch, Louis follows up on Harry's blow by swinging his makeshift club which slams into the naked, quivering flesh of the old woman. The blow connects squarely and he feels the impact delivering a hefty thwack, but she barely seems to register it, her face seemingly transfixed on Shirley and her flaming brand.
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Something snaps in Harry's mind, and suddenly everything makes sense. Everything. "Euclid was wrong!" he exclaims. "Two parallel lines can intersect!"
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OOC: Clearly he wasnt as fond of his Brother as he thought...... |
Using the sleeve of his costume to wipe the tears and snot from his face his eyes lock on the disgusting bloated creature infront of him. Raises his crowbar. Screaming at the top of his lungs he charges towards it.
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“Take that, you old bat!” Whilst the hag is busy watching Shirley, Louis uses his simple plank to good effect….
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