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Post by Sir Ystin on Jan 2, 2013 17:22:20 GMT -5
Sir Ystin woke up with a start. It was dark, wherever he was. It was a small room, no windows, a bit of light filtering in from a small gap around the frame of the door. It cast just enough light to make out that with the exception of him the room was entirely empty. The knight gave himself a brief check over. His armour was still intact with the exception of the helmet, shield and weapons that he had left with Vanguard earlier in the day. As far as he could tell he was unharmed.
Trying to recall the last thing he remembered before waking up in here, Ystin could remember entering a town to buy some fresh fruit, Vanguard had a hankering for apples that was bigger than her wingspan. Then there had been a disturbance in the crowd of shoppers and Ystin had moved to find out what was going on. It turned out it was just a pair of particularly loud street performers doing some tricks. They had a box the size of a coffin and were making people disappear inside it. Good trick, Ystin had seen it done countless times but then one of the magicians spun the box at him and opened it and sudden Ystin felt himself sucked forward, unable to stop himself from going inside and...and he had lost consciousness as the box lid closed.
“I will make those llysnafedd pay,” he muttered with disdain at their actions. He could only guess that everyone else had disappeared into the coffin and arrived in a similar location but first he would have to find a way out of this room and despite it being completely devoid of anything Sir Ystin couldn't shake this nagging feeling there was something, some presense was near by.
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Jan 5, 2013 15:36:00 GMT -5
It was with a grin that Cassie stepped inside the door of Casa del Sandsmark and shut it behind her with a firm click, followed shortly by the equally familiar sound of the lock snicking closed. Not that she was terribly worried about minor things like robbers, because if anyone tried they would pretty soon wish that they hadn’t bothered. Nothing in her house - and there were literally priceless works of archaeology, things that people like her mom would die to get their hands on - but nothing was worth having to deal with Cassie Sandsmark defending her home. They’d wish they really hadn’t bothered and it wouldn’t take long at all.
Only until she had the holy spear of Artemis shoved up their… Hang on.
Cassie’s train of thought had seen her walk to her room and drop her bag on the bed before heading back out towards the kitchen in search of a glass of water or something. Her choice of route took her through the living room, past the aforementioned holy spear, but it wasn’t the weapon that had caught her eye. No, that was exactly where she’d left it, leaning against the doorframe. It was something else, something that she couldn’t see from where she was standing because it was behind a chair and under a table. But Cassie knew where the problem was. How, if she couldn’t see it?
Because she could see the thing glowing. Literally. An evil, nasty and creepy glow, like a sullen red fire, seeping out.
At this point, it should be noted that Cassie’s living room was not like any living room most people would be familiar with. Oh, the walls were a normal enough blue, but the decorations were… unusual to say the least. There were Zulu spears, Greek statues, dinosaur skulls, medieval shields, masks and figures and all sorts of things. Some – many even – were real. It made for a strange contrast with the colourful poster of a pink unicorn in front of a rainbow over the sofa.
Right now though, the red light was far stranger. The blonde frowned at it. Then, being straightforward by nature, she walked straight over. As she’d thought. Under the table. Crouching down, she began to move things out of the way, one by one. It wasn’t the fastest thing ever, because she had to be careful with the priceless artefacts, but after a short while she had uncovered one of her treasures. One she hadn’t seen since it got left under there, by the looks of things. It being a box. Well, a casket to be technical, wooden and old with bronze inlay and a latched lid. And the lid was now ajar, with that red light seeping out from underneath.
Frowning, Cassie reached out, her questing fingers brushing against the lid.
There was a sensation of movement without moving. The world went black and spun around her. And then she was elsewhere.
She woke with a start, eyes shooting open wide to find herself staring at a ceiling that she didn’t recognise. It certainly wasn’t her home’s, nor, she found as her fingers pressed against it, was the floor. With a groan, the blonde sat up carefully. And then she took stock. She was still dressed as she had been back home, a sleeveless and backless top tied around her neck and grey leggings under a loose black skirt slashed to her hips. Her bracelets were right in place too, gleaming in the dull light that came from the door. No window, a heavy door with a big lock and the hinges well out of reach. It probably couldn’t be picked and it looked like it weighed more than a team of bodybuilders could move.
Cassie cracked her knuckles and grinned.
Seconds later, there was an almighty crash as the door and part of the wall seemed to explode out into the corridor. Through the cloud of dust and crumbled masonry stepped Cassie, now all in her red bodysuit, bronze armour glinting where the light caught it. She wiped her hands together and glanced around.
The corridor was empty for now. That wasn’t likely to last. She was at one end, there was another door like the one she’d just demolished in the wall opposite…
Cassie didn’t hesitate. She reared back and kicked the door in with a single furious blow. Literally – the force with which she struck it sent it spinning across the cell to crash into the opposite wall. Then she went in, ready for something to attack her.
"Knock, knock,” She called almost mockingly, "Anybody home?”
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Post by Sir Ystin on Jan 6, 2013 12:01:33 GMT -5
Having had a thorough examination of the room Ystin was presented with the only exit being the door. It felt metal so kicking through it would not be an option however the lock or hinges might present a weak spot with enough directed brute force. Ystin was blessed with a good amount of strength in his body so first started to attack the area of the door around the lock, hoping that either the lock would break or the area around the lock would shatter. A torrent of kicks follow and the metal door was left severely dented but the lock remained stubbornly unbroken. The same method was tried against the lower hinge but it proved just as equal to the task of withstanding Ystin's assault.
Finally the knight decided the only was forward would be by sheer brute force and started to ram the door with his shoulder. If there were guards about they would have undoubtedly heard the racket going on by now but none had come to investigate which meant either there were no guards or they were confident that escape was impossible.
“Budr door! Break!” he growled. By the seventh ramming shoulder barge (the door was looking noticeably dented) there came a loud crash from outside, it sounded like something big had smashed through a wall. Now that surely would have attracted some attention from someone. Sir Ystin redoubled his efforts to break through the door even though it was beginning to leave his arm aching sorely.
There were a set of footsteps from outside the door which stopped and Ystin listened intently. This proved almost to be a huge mistake as the door blew off its hinges, flying inwards. The knight barely had enough time to dive out of the way as the crashed into the wall opposite, “Gan yr holl dduwiau!" Ystin exclaimed.
He picked himself up and a striking blonde girl came into the room and said something, "I am certainly not at home but I would love to be free. I guess from the remarkable way you opened the cell door that you are not one of those who is holding me here?,” Ystin said to the girl. There was also another sound now, it sounded like several pairs of running footsteps coming down a flight of stairs. It seemed as if someone was coming to respond to all the crashes.
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Feb 1, 2013 19:43:32 GMT -5
In the shriek of tearing metal and the crash as the door slammed into the wall on the other side of the cell, Cassie could have sworn that she heard something or someone curse from the other side of the now-absent door. There was definitely something alive in there then, though it hadn’t sounded like any language she knew. That ruled out English, Spanish and a couple of dead ones, so it didn’t really help much. Though she knew a little Chinese, enough to know that wasn’t it. So, it could be some foul, demonic tongue or it could be, oh, she didn’t know… Azbekistani or whatever. Russian. Basically, she didn’t have a clue, not that she let that stop her in the slightest or even just slow her down.
So, she simply strode right on in, confident as always that she could handle whatever it was that they’d got stashed inside. After all, there was a good chance that whatever this was going to be would be on the opposite side to whoever’d put her in the other cell. Therefore, this could be an ‘enemy of my enemy is my friend’ situation and, if it turned out to just be an enemy, then Cassie was confident that she’d be able to flatten it. After all, the occupant hadn’t got out and she had, which meant that she was almost certainly the stronger. And, while it wasn’t the solution to every problem, a fist to the face powered by the Silent Armour tended to solve most things. If it didn’t, then rinse and repeat until it did.
What she found on the other side though was definitely not what she was expecting. Not what she was expecting at all and Cassie arched an eyebrow at the figure that faced her. And she thought the Silent Armour was bad! Gold armour. Well, it might not be gold through and through, but it was coloured gold and that was bad enough in her mind. Ugh. So tacky. And she was saying that, given she was stuck with her armour, which meant… Ok. She was getting distracted. From…Well. The wearer was one of two things. Either they were a girl with a deep voice or a young boy. She was betting on ‘girl’ though at first glance.
Said girl (or effeminate boy, she supposed) was saying that this definitely wasn’t her home and she wanted out. Which was fine, because Cassie wanted out too. There was also that comment about how she’d opened up the cell which earned the other a bark of laughter.
"I suppose I could open all doors that way,” Cassie grinned, "But I think people would complain a lot. And no, I think they were trying to hold me here too – emphasis on ‘try’ though.” She jerked a thumb back the way she’d come. "That’s two new doors they need.”
At that point, she cocked her head to the side and listened. Oh yeah, it sounded like someone had heard the commotion – not that she’d tried to keep it quiet – and was coming to see what was going on. Cassie grinned wider and cracked her knuckles. That suited her just fine.
"So,” She asked, far more cheerily than was probably appropriate, "Does that armour actually mean you can fight or do I get all the fun?"
Yes, far more cheerful than was appropriate.
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Post by Sir Ystin on Feb 10, 2013 16:11:24 GMT -5
“I will not lodge any complaints with anyone if you choose to continue your unique way of opening doors and if we take care of whoever it is that brought us here neither will they,” Sir Ystin replied to the blonde girl. The knight did want to know who had abducted them so he could question them and let them know exactly what he felt about it. He also didn't mind having to batter his way through anyone who was going to attempt to stop him.
“My armour is for entirely practical reasons, unfortunately I left my sword with my horse, people seem to object to a person walking through a town so armed, police officers certainly take exception to it,” said Sir Ystin going to the door and looking outside of it, “I can most certainly fight as I am sure you will be able to find out in a moment. I guess you can fight and don't merely specialise in door removal,” footsteps started to come down the corridor. The knight poked his head outside and spotted two men coming. They spotted him and went forward.
Ystin picked up the remains of the door and waited until the footsteps approached and then swung it hard. There was a satisfying clunk as it smacked into someone and Ystin dropped the door, “There were two, there is one now, do you want to deal with him?” he asked Cassie fairly keen to see what this undoubtedly strong, teenage girl could do.
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