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jigoku_logs2013-02-02 11:39 am
shoutitloud) wrote in jigoku_logs2013-02-02 11:39 am
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Stairs are the enemy
[ WHO ]: Whisper (shoutitloud) and Tian-shenim Bailong (nurturing)
[ WHERE ]: The apartments!
[ WHEN ]: Today!
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open <3
[ RATING ]: PG for Whisper's mouth?
[ WARNINGS ]: N/A
[ NOTES ]: Whisper is going to do some exploring on her own. This involves hoofing it (see what I did there) down some stairs!
Stairs.
Stairs were a Centaur's mortal enemy. Whisper had decided that until she could find a way home she would have to explore, because exploring was typically how one found the answers to their problems. Well, that and treasure, glory and battle. All good things, considered! Still, Whisper was not sure of this place and its magic. Water that came from metal knobs and changed temperature on its own, and strange boxes that made pictures and noise! It would have been fascinating if it weren't for the feeling of dread at the very lack of life around her. What little nature she could sense was faint and wrong, leaving her with a vaguely slimy feeling that she hated. Thankfully the flowers in her hair had yet to fade or die - and she would try and keep it that way.
But for now there were only stairs. This door at least was wider, easily enabling her to slip onto the landing, though what met here there was far more unpleasant than a dingy hallway. The lights here were flickering off and on almost regularly, bathing the room in sickly light before plunging into darkness and returning to light. Water dripped from somewhere unseen, echoing through the concrete stairwell, and Whisper felt like bolting - but there was nowhere else to go except back into the strange hallway with all of the little doors. Each step was unsteady, her hooves clicking loudly on the hard steps as she slowly eased the bulk of her body downwards. She felt cold, and almost wished that she had more covering her than a suggestion of a shirt. Each step seemed to take forever, and after a momentary pause she began to sing softly to herself in a desperate attempt at warding off the negative emotions.
"A-a lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing... His hammer laid by but his forge still aglow..." she began in a quavery voice - melodic enough on its own though by no means trained.
"When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling... a-and asked if to work in her forge he would go..."
She could do this, she could. She was nearly halfway down, clinging to the cold metal bannister for dear life.
shoutitloud) and Tian-shenim Bailong (nurturing)[ WHERE ]: The apartments!
[ WHEN ]: Today!
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open <3
[ RATING ]: PG for Whisper's mouth?
[ WARNINGS ]: N/A
[ NOTES ]: Whisper is going to do some exploring on her own. This involves hoofing it (see what I did there) down some stairs!
Stairs.
Stairs were a Centaur's mortal enemy. Whisper had decided that until she could find a way home she would have to explore, because exploring was typically how one found the answers to their problems. Well, that and treasure, glory and battle. All good things, considered! Still, Whisper was not sure of this place and its magic. Water that came from metal knobs and changed temperature on its own, and strange boxes that made pictures and noise! It would have been fascinating if it weren't for the feeling of dread at the very lack of life around her. What little nature she could sense was faint and wrong, leaving her with a vaguely slimy feeling that she hated. Thankfully the flowers in her hair had yet to fade or die - and she would try and keep it that way.
But for now there were only stairs. This door at least was wider, easily enabling her to slip onto the landing, though what met here there was far more unpleasant than a dingy hallway. The lights here were flickering off and on almost regularly, bathing the room in sickly light before plunging into darkness and returning to light. Water dripped from somewhere unseen, echoing through the concrete stairwell, and Whisper felt like bolting - but there was nowhere else to go except back into the strange hallway with all of the little doors. Each step was unsteady, her hooves clicking loudly on the hard steps as she slowly eased the bulk of her body downwards. She felt cold, and almost wished that she had more covering her than a suggestion of a shirt. Each step seemed to take forever, and after a momentary pause she began to sing softly to herself in a desperate attempt at warding off the negative emotions.
"A-a lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing... His hammer laid by but his forge still aglow..." she began in a quavery voice - melodic enough on its own though by no means trained.
"When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling... a-and asked if to work in her forge he would go..."
She could do this, she could. She was nearly halfway down, clinging to the cold metal bannister for dear life.
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"Okay, like this, then. I can do this - we can do this! And then never go up them again, right cutie?" Poor Tian would just have to get used to petnames; Whisper was terrible with formality in any format. But she did fall silent for the time being, focusing on the steps ...at least until the silence got to be too much in such a dim, cramped place. At that point she cleared her throat nervously, giving Tian a sidelong look.
"What will you do when you make it to real ground?"
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Her petname for him makes the old mage chuckle - that was something he had not heard in a long time. These days it was mostly titles - official, boring ones. He finds that he likes it - he likes her in general. A breath of fresh air, indeed.
"I would hope not, but if we cannot find a way out of this place, I'm afraid all the rooms are located up these difficult challenge of stairs."
A bit of a downer, perhaps. So he follows it up with a brighter look. "But I am quite curious to feel what this world is about outside of this house."
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"Mm? Well, I'm staying on the ground once we make it. Maybe there is a forest or something." She added, a trace of longing in her voice. A forest sounded wonderful right now - though she had a feeling that it wouldn't be as simple as that, all things considered. The stairwell loomed a short distance away and she let out a gleeful squeal when she spotted it.
"We're almost there!"
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This place - all of it - was just so empty.
"Careful, now. Let's not be too eager and lose our balance." In truth, he looked forward to reach horizontal floor just as much as Whisper. While he had a lot of stairs in his towers, they were well-known, almost like old friends. Learning a new route was a bit straining these days.