[ baby mizu tell us your secrets!!!! this is heart meltingly cute but he does not want any of them to be actually melted!!!! he gives the baby a little rock in his arms trying to keep him calm because someone in this house has to be somehow.
is it a straight drop down from the windows to the sea?? if he pokes his head out of the door, it's just. down the stairs and into the inferno? is there anything useful in the actual room we can see? convenient buckets of water???? girl help we're so dead ]
[A straight drop into the sea, from the sixth floor of a massive castle fortress. I should remind you it is also the middle of winter. Perhaps the men could survive the drop, but the child in Taair's arms? The cold alone is a serious risk.
But one they might have to take, anyway.
Because there is no water in the room. The stairs only lead back to the fire. The smoke is growing thicker. Flames lick at the walls just around the corner.
I'll just tell you now, there's only one way they're getting out of here.]
[ tucks adolphe under his arm like a walking child leash
anyway! wow, nothing like a little desperation to get the heart pounding. says the one who's barely standing up straight as it is. ]
Grab anything useful. I doubt we have enough time to rope our way out but....
[ he looks at the grenade he has left. he looks down at the ice below. math lady equations form but with the smoke getting ever closer, he just fuckin yeets the thing at it. ]
[A grim impatience overtakes him. Of course. Naturally! Why would there ever be a second fucking entrance to the sixth floor after a host of fucking boobytrapped corridors. Who built this hall of horrors, he'd love to wring their neck.
Hawke is thinking ahead with the grenade. Richie swears, snatching a blanket from the bed and hurriedly helping Taair wrap it around the baby.]
If the kid dies on impact it won't be for a loss of fucking trying. I'll hold him. I've got the most juice left to swim with.
[looks haplessly to the maid.]
...Good luck to you, baby.
[and with that, Richie will hold baby Mizu tight to one shoulder and jump feet first out of this window, hanging onto the child for dear life.]
we are going out of the window. it's a little funny. how many times has taair dreamt of leaping from his tower? in his loneliest nights, he would climb out to the roof of the palace and sit and stare at the world he could never join - he would dream of turning into a bird, of flying as far as his wings could carry him to iria, to his freedom, to escape.
now, passing the child over - he turns his body to try and shield him from the sound of the explosion down below, and helps swaddle with trembling hands. it's setting huohuo down all over again, kissing her forehead and walking away. it's another innocent life. its the skeletons curled around the children in the sewers. but taair trusts richie in this lifetime, in any lifetime, and so he nods, stumbling back to look at the debris and smoke down below, hand resting on the frame for a brief moment.
and with that, he gets to live a dream, in a twisted kind of way - in that he closes his eyes, and without any fear of falling, without any chance of flight, he jumps, too. it's the fire or the fall; in one of them, for a few blissful, ice cold moments, he gets to be free. ]
[Well. For the sake of being nice(?) to you, I will assume the window gets smashed to pieces when Hawke yeets the grenade out. Yahoo!
And down, down, down the grenade goes. It explodes upon contact with the ice. Not quite melting it, but breaking it apart. Now they only have to fall through multiple chunks of ice, as opposed to one large sheet of it. Hard to say if this will actually help, but the boys will certainly find out soon enough.
Two, bright blue eyes stare up at Richie while he bundles the baby up; innocent and completely lacking in any sort of wariness or suspicion. The child simply exists, and has no idea of the fire raging on just downstairs or the fact that these people killed dear old mom. Must be nice to see the world through brand new eyes, huh?
With the child sufficiently bundled up, Richie jumps. The maid immediately screams in horror and does not follow, before Taair, Hawke, and Adolphe (who is totally here) leap out the open window as well. The cold winter air bites at their skin on the way down, like thousands of icy little needles stabbing into their open wounds. Gravity does its thing, pulling them down and increasing the velocity of their descent. It feels like they're falling for years, yet simultaneously for only a handful of seconds. One, two, three, four, five stories pass by in a blur—
And then they hit the water.
Immediately, the force of the impact knocks all the air out of their lungs. Richie manages to keep his arm around the baby, but only just barely, and he might find himself struggling to retain his grip with how the baby suddenly begins to squirm. Unsurprising, perhaps, because if the sensation of the frigid winter air was painful — then the freezing cold of the water is downright torturous. And that's without taking into consideration that this is saltwater up in all their open wounds.
Between the velocity of their fall, their violent crash and the pull of the waves, the group will be momentarily dazed before they can regain their bearings and start swimming. This is sufficient time for them to sink enough that the darkness of the ocean begins to encroach upon them, with the light of the moon a mere pinprick above. There's a sturdy looking sheet of ice in the distance, that perhaps they can grab onto to hoist themselves above water.
But first, they will have to swim for it with no air in their lungs, a drowning child, and multiple gaping wounds.
[plabby 📻 russia toaster Request: `[1d20]` Roll: `[7]` Result: `7`
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Well the good news is he helps break the ice even further. The bad news is that that his left ankle snaps on impact with a chunk.
Richie goes under gasping and alight with fiery pain, swallowing bellyful of seawater on the way. But he does NOT let go of baby, he swims UP goddammit, he is at the beach all the time in LA. He fucking lives right beside it!! HE SWIMS FOR HIS LIFE.
Clamboring onto whatever surface he can find, mindful of BABY. Please save the BABY.]
[ the fact that we didn't die on impact is incredible i'm sooo proud of us
flying, is what it feels like. even if it's painful, even if the cold is unbearable and unfamiliar and unlike anything he's ever felt, for a brief and glorious moment, of cold air and shivery moonlight, it's flight. and then the surface hits, and that's the end of that. he feels that impact like a train, the crunch of reality onto already badly broken bones.
he could sink, is the thing. if he let himself go, gave into the darkness, wouldn't that pain just end? wouldn't he just die? -- but after seven weeks in the heavens, hasn't taair learned that death does not serve him at all?
his eyes snap open as the world goes dark. his limbs feel heavy, his lungs empty, but there's a tiny child and three dear friends in danger, and like hell he's going to be the deadweight that forces them all to sink. blue eyes go up, up, up to the moon overhead like they have a thousand times before, and taair and starts to push himself upwards with all the strength he has left, starts to try to kick out of the heavier parts of his armor, too. slender little thing, not made for carrying such heavy padding. do you know he actually doesn't know how to swim? haha.
however with a [14] because that is the single best roll i've had since like the beginning of this cyoa we're gonna say Save The Baby And My Friends adrenaline is what keeps him from drowning instantly. he's right behind richie, grabbing for adolphe and hawke and grabbing also for the baby in case he squirms too far free. UP WE GO TO THE ICE SHELF ]
it's perhaps the mix of adrenaline and agony that saves them all, because the white hot shock of ice and fire kicks Hawke's butt into immediate action.
sure he's tired. sure he'd rather sink. but there's a little one depending on their group of misfits and like hell will he help save a child only to drown it.
so up he goes, helping taair grab onto the others to yank them up. (unlike our bird though, hawke can actually swim like his life depends on it) . ]
Despite coming in contact with huge bodies of water for some goddamn reason, Adolphe doesn't know how to swim. Well. He can desperately move and mimic swimming motions, but he actually doesn't know how. (12)
Good thing his teammates are here despite being a problem child this entire run. He even tries to keep the baby afloat somehow even at the cost of his life but the latter isn't happening.
At this point, any action is a reflex. His mind isn't here and everything is so painful that it turns numb and then it hurts again and the cycle repeats. Shit sucks.
[Up they go. With a combination of adrenaline, good rolls, and simple affection for each other and the baby they've unanimously adopted, the boys use the last of their strength to reach the ice shelf. They all grab onto the edge of it, mostly with Hawke's assistance, and—
The ice breaks and crumbles in their hands. Not so sturdy after all.
Their energies spent, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, they immediately start to sink back down with the baby and all. Sorry it had to be this way.
Maybe they drown. Maybe there's a good samaritan just around the corner, lured to the scene by the blazing fire that has overtaken the fortress. Or maybe they get a second wind, enough for one last attempt to save themselves and the child they were sent to kill. The truth of the matter, though, is that Richie, Taair, Hawke and Adolphe will simply never find out — because the pull of unconsciousness is too much for them to resist.
It all goes dark. And they return from whence they came.
... And that's a wrap! You're free from 17th century Japan and your many, many crimes, my sweet sellswords. Here are some fun things for your return:
» You don't get to keep your weapons. Obviously. » You can take whatever injuries you have and keep them, as long as they aren't fatal. Nooooo bleeding out! » You are still a little bit high off shrooms. This will wear off by the end of your return thread, at least.
Rewards:
» Vial of Blood(?): Heal someone by swiping this blood(?) across your lips before kissing them on the mouth. If the item is used between a minor and an adult, the kiss can be on the forehead. (Tastes like blood.) » Dried Fish: So long and thanks for all the MILFs. Consume this fish to force someone to answer one question truthfully. » Toy Grenade: Pull the cord, and the next curse someone tries to use on you will instead be redirected to somebody random. » Spider Leg: Index finger sized! Think of someone or something you are searching for, and the leg will point you in the right direction.
There is only one copy of each of these items. Distribute them among yourselves however you like.
Effects:
» Sometimes, you still think you're ye olde mercenaries and you forget all about your canon lines. » Auditory hallucinations of the most hurtful things people have said to you. » While in conversation with someone, you may be overcome with the urge to pull them into your arms. Protectively, as if trying to shield them from a cold, cruel world... (Go out there and hug some people.) » These effects will come and go, so feel free to play with them as much or as little as you want.
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is it a straight drop down from the windows to the sea?? if he pokes his head out of the door, it's just. down the stairs and into the inferno? is there anything useful in the actual room we can see? convenient buckets of water???? girl help we're so dead ]
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But one they might have to take, anyway.
Because there is no water in the room. The stairs only lead back to the fire. The smoke is growing thicker. Flames lick at the walls just around the corner.
I'll just tell you now, there's only one way they're getting out of here.]
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anyway! wow, nothing like a little desperation to get the heart pounding. says the one who's barely standing up straight as it is. ]
Grab anything useful. I doubt we have enough time to rope our way out but....
[ he looks at the grenade he has left. he looks down at the ice below. math lady equations form but with the smoke getting ever closer, he just fuckin yeets the thing at it. ]
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Hawke is thinking ahead with the grenade. Richie swears, snatching a blanket from the bed and hurriedly helping Taair wrap it around the baby.]
If the kid dies on impact it won't be for a loss of fucking trying. I'll hold him. I've got the most juice left to swim with.
[looks haplessly to the maid.]
...Good luck to you, baby.
[and with that, Richie will hold baby Mizu tight to one shoulder and jump feet first out of this window, hanging onto the child for dear life.]
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we are going out of the window. it's a little funny. how many times has taair dreamt of leaping from his tower? in his loneliest nights, he would climb out to the roof of the palace and sit and stare at the world he could never join - he would dream of turning into a bird, of flying as far as his wings could carry him to iria, to his freedom, to escape.
now, passing the child over - he turns his body to try and shield him from the sound of the explosion down below, and helps swaddle with trembling hands. it's setting huohuo down all over again, kissing her forehead and walking away. it's another innocent life. its the skeletons curled around the children in the sewers. but taair trusts richie in this lifetime, in any lifetime, and so he nods, stumbling back to look at the debris and smoke down below, hand resting on the frame for a brief moment.
and with that, he gets to live a dream, in a twisted kind of way - in that he closes his eyes, and without any fear of falling, without any chance of flight, he jumps, too. it's the fire or the fall; in one of them, for a few blissful, ice cold moments, he gets to be free. ]
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And down, down, down the grenade goes. It explodes upon contact with the ice. Not quite melting it, but breaking it apart. Now they only have to fall through multiple chunks of ice, as opposed to one large sheet of it. Hard to say if this will actually help, but the boys will certainly find out soon enough.
Two, bright blue eyes stare up at Richie while he bundles the baby up; innocent and completely lacking in any sort of wariness or suspicion. The child simply exists, and has no idea of the fire raging on just downstairs or the fact that these people killed dear old mom. Must be nice to see the world through brand new eyes, huh?
With the child sufficiently bundled up, Richie jumps. The maid immediately screams in horror and does not follow, before Taair, Hawke, and Adolphe (who is totally here) leap out the open window as well. The cold winter air bites at their skin on the way down, like thousands of icy little needles stabbing into their open wounds. Gravity does its thing, pulling them down and increasing the velocity of their descent. It feels like they're falling for years, yet simultaneously for only a handful of seconds. One, two, three, four, five stories pass by in a blur—
And then they hit the water.
Immediately, the force of the impact knocks all the air out of their lungs. Richie manages to keep his arm around the baby, but only just barely, and he might find himself struggling to retain his grip with how the baby suddenly begins to squirm. Unsurprising, perhaps, because if the sensation of the frigid winter air was painful — then the freezing cold of the water is downright torturous. And that's without taking into consideration that this is saltwater up in all their open wounds.
Between the velocity of their fall, their violent crash and the pull of the waves, the group will be momentarily dazed before they can regain their bearings and start swimming. This is sufficient time for them to sink enough that the darkness of the ocean begins to encroach upon them, with the light of the moon a mere pinprick above. There's a sturdy looking sheet of ice in the distance, that perhaps they can grab onto to hoist themselves above water.
But first, they will have to swim for it with no air in their lungs, a drowning child, and multiple gaping wounds.
Good luck.]
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🥺
Well the good news is he helps break the ice even further. The bad news is that that his left ankle snaps on impact with a chunk.
Richie goes under gasping and alight with fiery pain, swallowing bellyful of seawater on the way. But he does NOT let go of baby, he swims UP goddammit, he is at the beach all the time in LA. He fucking lives right beside it!! HE SWIMS FOR HIS LIFE.
Clamboring onto whatever surface he can find, mindful of BABY. Please save the BABY.]
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flying, is what it feels like. even if it's painful, even if the cold is unbearable and unfamiliar and unlike anything he's ever felt, for a brief and glorious moment, of cold air and shivery moonlight, it's flight. and then the surface hits, and that's the end of that. he feels that impact like a train, the crunch of reality onto already badly broken bones.
he could sink, is the thing. if he let himself go, gave into the darkness, wouldn't that pain just end? wouldn't he just die? -- but after seven weeks in the heavens, hasn't taair learned that death does not serve him at all?
his eyes snap open as the world goes dark. his limbs feel heavy, his lungs empty, but there's a tiny child and three dear friends in danger, and like hell he's going to be the deadweight that forces them all to sink. blue eyes go up, up, up to the moon overhead like they have a thousand times before, and taair and starts to push himself upwards with all the strength he has left, starts to try to kick out of the heavier parts of his armor, too. slender little thing, not made for carrying such heavy padding. do you know he actually doesn't know how to swim? haha.
however with a [14] because that is the single best roll i've had since like the beginning of this cyoa we're gonna say Save The Baby And My Friends adrenaline is what keeps him from drowning instantly. he's right behind richie, grabbing for adolphe and hawke and grabbing also for the baby in case he squirms too far free. UP WE GO TO THE ICE SHELF ]
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well. ok.
it's perhaps the mix of adrenaline and agony that saves them all, because the white hot shock of ice and fire kicks Hawke's butt into immediate action.
sure he's tired. sure he'd rather sink. but there's a little one depending on their group of misfits and like hell will he help save a child only to drown it.
so up he goes, helping taair grab onto the others to yank them up. (unlike our bird though, hawke can actually swim like his life depends on it) . ]
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Despite coming in contact with huge bodies of water for some goddamn reason, Adolphe doesn't know how to swim. Well. He can desperately move and mimic swimming motions, but he actually doesn't know how. (12)
Good thing his teammates are here despite being a problem child this entire run. He even tries to keep the baby afloat somehow even at the cost of his life but the latter isn't happening.
At this point, any action is a reflex. His mind isn't here and everything is so painful that it turns numb and then it hurts again and the cycle repeats. Shit sucks.
But they're going to live despite the odds. ]
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The ice breaks and crumbles in their hands. Not so sturdy after all.
Their energies spent, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, they immediately start to sink back down with the baby and all. Sorry it had to be this way.
Maybe they drown. Maybe there's a good samaritan just around the corner, lured to the scene by the blazing fire that has overtaken the fortress. Or maybe they get a second wind, enough for one last attempt to save themselves and the child they were sent to kill. The truth of the matter, though, is that Richie, Taair, Hawke and Adolphe will simply never find out — because the pull of unconsciousness is too much for them to resist.
It all goes dark. And they return from whence they came.
... And that's a wrap! You're free from 17th century Japan and your many, many crimes, my sweet sellswords. Here are some fun things for your return:
» You don't get to keep your weapons. Obviously.
» You can take whatever injuries you have and keep them, as long as they aren't fatal. Nooooo bleeding out!
» You are still a little bit high off shrooms. This will wear off by the end of your return thread, at least.
Rewards:
» Dried Fish: So long and thanks for all the MILFs. Consume this fish to force someone to answer one question truthfully.Â
» Toy Grenade: Pull the cord, and the next curse someone tries to use on you will instead be redirected to somebody random.Â
» Spider Leg: Index finger sized! Think of someone or something you are searching for, and the leg will point you in the right direction.
There is only one copy of each of these items. Distribute them among yourselves however you like.
Effects:
» Auditory hallucinations of the most hurtful things people have said to you.Â
» While in conversation with someone, you may be overcome with the urge to pull them into your arms. Protectively, as if trying to shield them from a cold, cruel world... (Go out there and hug some people.)Â
» These effects will come and go, so feel free to play with them as much or as little as you want.
These effects will last until Saturday, as usual.
Thanks for playing!]