- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi
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>>Challenge Sequence:: Run
Chlo murmured a soft curse, staring at the arrow and slowly shaking her head as she took half a step back. "I don't like this hallway," she muttered.
She narrowed her eyes at her companion, and folded her hands atop the staff, resting her chin on it. "Interesting thought, that I might be the source of this. Makes me wonder. Did I engineer some kind of death maze, have my memory erased, and then trap myself in said maze for my own amusement?" She shrugged. "Perhaps I did. That'd be wild." She flashed a split second grin, then snatched up the staff and faced the hallway, her brow drawn in concentration as she sized up the narrow space.
"Right. I'm guessing there's probably more traps in the walls, and some in the floor…. Maybe some in the ceiling, but seems less likely. I'm not a spider so that wouldn't be an easy out anyway…. Hm." Her gaze still fixed ahead, a slow glower began to spread across her face. Muttering incoherently to herself, she spun around, glanced at the arrow, tracing backward with her eyes to pick out where it had come from. Then, she dropped into a low crouch and ran her fingertips across the floor. She slowly stood back up, murmuring a quiet, "Hm. You might want to duck, or something."
Considering that sufficient warning, she dropped her staff and rolled it forward with her foot, tracking it with her eyes until it stopped about halfway down the hall. As it came to rest, a red beam flashed from one side of the hall to the other directly above the rod, and remained there.
"Pretty. Probably not the sort of pretty thing you touch though, eh?" She smirked at Lys, and took a careful step forward, sticking to the path the staff had travelled until she reached it. Never taking her eyes off the beam, she slipped her foot underneath it and pushed the staff another couple of feet forward.
But as she did, there was a quiet thunk. The cubes came to life again, and the hallway began to shrink. Reacting instinctively she lunged forward, snatching up her staff and sprinting for the next room as fast as her muscles would move.
She narrowed her eyes at her companion, and folded her hands atop the staff, resting her chin on it. "Interesting thought, that I might be the source of this. Makes me wonder. Did I engineer some kind of death maze, have my memory erased, and then trap myself in said maze for my own amusement?" She shrugged. "Perhaps I did. That'd be wild." She flashed a split second grin, then snatched up the staff and faced the hallway, her brow drawn in concentration as she sized up the narrow space.
"Right. I'm guessing there's probably more traps in the walls, and some in the floor…. Maybe some in the ceiling, but seems less likely. I'm not a spider so that wouldn't be an easy out anyway…. Hm." Her gaze still fixed ahead, a slow glower began to spread across her face. Muttering incoherently to herself, she spun around, glanced at the arrow, tracing backward with her eyes to pick out where it had come from. Then, she dropped into a low crouch and ran her fingertips across the floor. She slowly stood back up, murmuring a quiet, "Hm. You might want to duck, or something."
Considering that sufficient warning, she dropped her staff and rolled it forward with her foot, tracking it with her eyes until it stopped about halfway down the hall. As it came to rest, a red beam flashed from one side of the hall to the other directly above the rod, and remained there.
"Pretty. Probably not the sort of pretty thing you touch though, eh?" She smirked at Lys, and took a careful step forward, sticking to the path the staff had travelled until she reached it. Never taking her eyes off the beam, she slipped her foot underneath it and pushed the staff another couple of feet forward.
But as she did, there was a quiet thunk. The cubes came to life again, and the hallway began to shrink. Reacting instinctively she lunged forward, snatching up her staff and sprinting for the next room as fast as her muscles would move.
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