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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 25, 2016 17:46:14 GMT -6
 Checkpoint Leader: Ciel Participants: Blaine, Arian Checkpoint2// As you reach the bend that leads to your final destination, you feel the ground begin to tremble. It is subtle at first, like a cool hum against your hooves as pebbles bounce across the ridged cavern floor. But things quickly turn to madness the the tremble deepens and balance begins to dissipate. It takes only second for you to understand your predicament: the tunnel is collapsing. You must move quickly before you are crushed by the falling debris but in the chaos, your party is split leaving the now two groups on either side of the rock wall and the entrance to the temple crushed. |
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Post by fossature on Feb 25, 2016 19:08:18 GMT -6
Ciel drew in a sharp, ragged breath.
His entire body was shivering; The fear that had rooted itself in his conscience had let its dreaded tendrils take over like a parasite. He didn't know how it had happened- heck, he didn't even know if he was awake considering the awful feel of it all.
All he could recall was dust- lots of dust. Enough dust to fill multiple corridors of Sirith, all in one place. He found himself looking skyward as an instinctual reaction to the blaringly loud thunder-like crackles coming from the ceiling, and the sharp granules of dust nestled into his eyes and dried out his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut from the pain, feeling the cleansing tears begin to creep their way out of his ducts. In his moments of blindness, he felt the warmth of Cecilia push away from him, and the familiar cries of his herdsmates become drowned out. He wheezed and spluttered as his lungs filled with the dust, making his voice hoarse and unusable. In a last attempt to protest and process whatever was going on, he tried to reach out- yell out- but all that replied was his own echo. In that moment, he had realised something.
It was quiet.
It was Dead quiet.
But that didn't last for long.
The stallion bawled like a colt as he stumbled forward, trying his best to outrun the silence as the remaining dust spewed forth. All this was too much for his already injured mentality, and the possibility that he would never return home to his surgery kept lingering above him, casting a dark shadow over his temple. Even if he was to return home, he had wanted to return with the band he left with- his friends. He had envisioned it so clearly; They'd spend the night of their return drinking and swapping stories- with the little princess safely under her covers. Once he had cried out the dust hindering his sight, he surveyed the scene behind him over his shoulder. It seemed a large boulder had cut off the rest of his group, which had sent a painful pang through his heart. The thick dust veil caused by the falling debris only seemed to be getting worse, but in a shaft of dull pink light, he thought he could make out a shape.
was it... a horse?!
"Gedd'ere," he spluttered, "L-look! It's fallen! It's blockin' us! Help... move..." Ciel forcibly spoke, his forelegs racking with each breath. He slowly made his way back towards the rock, feebly pawing at it with his hooves to break it somehow.
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Post by dayzea on Feb 27, 2016 9:00:19 GMT -6
Blaine | Healer
The healer all but panicked as the large boulder crashed in front of him. He just barely managed to dodge most of the bigger rocks before they crushed him. As a matter of fact he kept a straight face, realizing the wall separated he and Ciel from the rest of the group. How could it have happened? Could they seriously have created enough vibrations to loosen a fucking rockslide this massive? Blaine could only roll his eye. "How fucking convenient," he blurted after a few moments of silence. And after his remark, the small brown stallion Ciel began to bawl. He quickly scanned him over... didn't seem too hurt (and if he was, he didn't show it), but Blaine felt bad for the guy. Sure, he didn't really care to be separated from the rest of the herd, they'd make it, but Ciel clearly did because those horses were actually his friends. Deep down, though, Blaine hoped everyone else was safe. That'd be a lot of injuries to tend to if they weren't. He merely had a few bruises, nothing too serious.
"Yeah," the Araloosa blurted when Ciel summoned him over. Blaine wasn't about to die in this ridiculous trap, so he willingly complied. "You reckon we can push this bad boy outta the way?" He asked the doctor. Didn't look like there was another way out anyway. "I'm not exactly... physically fit. And I don't exactly wanna pull something. 'Cause no offense, you can't do this on your own. Can we, like... make something that'll help loosen it?" In the back of his mind he couldn't help but hope that pushing these rocks out of the way wouldn't worsen the pain he was already in.
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Post by fossature on Mar 22, 2016 6:04:51 GMT -6
Ciel could feel his stomach jump. This was the first time he had truly taken a look at the stallion's eyes- or, where they should be- and was now in a state of slight shock. Sure, he was a doctor, and sure, he felt insensitive toward it, but he hadn't expected there to be a gaping eye socket staring right back at his blue ones. Slowly inching towards Blaine with a scrunched up face and momentarily forgetting all urgency and the question being asked of him, the pony began to whisper in a rising tone.
"Bloody hell! That's one hell of a battle scar! How'd you ge' tha'?" His voice was no longer shaking. At the end of his sentence, a small smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth. He was more intrigued than anything now that he'd gotten over his initial reaction. He wiped the dust-caked tear trails from his cheeks with his forelegs, then began to sway from left to right, still observing Blaine's eye, attempting to get a view from all angles, almost as if testing its legitimacy. Suddenly, Ciel let out a small cough which reverberated around the tunnel. The danger of the situation had arisen once again as he had finally processed what the araloosa was saying- he had been too preoccupied to truly let his words sink in at the time they were asked, and thus responded late.
"I'm not exactly... physically fit. And I don't exactly wanna pull something. 'Cause no offense, you can't do this on your own. Can we, like... make something that'll help loosen it?"
Ciel caught this as a remark challenging his physical ability. Of course, it was not meant as such, but the pony was always looking for competition. He huffed coolly, trying to mask his inner anger, all the while recovering from the little waterworks display he put on earlier. By Argus, were his ears turning red. He felt lucky that the cave's lighting was dull, but he still instinctively pinned his ears to hide them a bit more. He stepped backward and opened his mouth, prepared to do and say something foolish, but as he drew a breath he began to have a violent coughing fit. His mouth was dry; In this moment, he had decided against proving the stallion wrong, and pushed it to the back of his mind to attend to later. The shetland's vision began to wander about the rock, searching with impatient eyes for some kind of break that they could take advantage of. Desperate to find some way to find the others, he only took a few seconds to search before he turned behind him, surveying the lining of the walls and the floor roughly, until his eyes trailed to the other end of the tunnel. There it forked into two passageways, both as dark as the other. Ciel's gut felt uneasy about the general look of the tunnels, but he gulped it down. After all, he was with what he thought was a lady, basing it entirely on the stallion's dainty figure.
"We could go through there," he motioned to the tunnels with a flick of his head, "an' guess wha'? You've the honour o' choosing which pathway you wanna go through, ma'am. Left... or right?"
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