The House(New Roleplay)

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Mythra lifted her herself onto one elbow and watched as Roland had his fun with what used to be Gabrielle...it was sick in a way, but she could not help but feel some pleasure at the sight...afterall, the woman had made a very serious effort not only to kill her, but also to kill her work companion. She could forgive many things, but this was not one of them.

She balked slightly as he ordered the animated corpse to help her, pulling herself back slightly before flopping back to the floor.

'Please don't, Roland', she pleaded, relieved when he called for the creature to stop. She would sooner die than have that monstrosity touch her.

She forced a smile as he asked if she felt better.

'The magic is doing it's work.. I don't know how long before I am back on my feet. I wish there were some way to speed up the process', she sighed, glancing towards the door.

'I need to be sitting upright. I want to be able to watch what is going on', she added, glancing towards the wall to their left.

Helping her to her feet he turned his head back towards Gabrielle.

"You, go watch the door."

Reluctantly she shuffled towards the door.

"This isn't at all befitting for a wizard like me."

Mythra clung to Roland as he helped her to a wall.

Helping her sit down he looked towards the weapons on the opposite wall.

"Think some of these torture tools are still functional? They look like good weapons."

We are here.

The two Pyramid Heads stood to attention near Roland and Mythra. They spoke, but in a bizarre way, as if first they hadn't, and then they had spoken, without intervention of time or reality.

Lord Oak has found the Otherworld interface. He requests your presence in the library. Where is the one called Wraith?

***

Mr Oak, as he strode towards the library, heard the report from the Pyramid Heads that Roland had apparently some control over the corpse of the now female 'Flagg', or Gabrielle. This is not good, he thought to himself. Roland may have excellent power as a necromancer, but if he came too close to the Otherworld interface, perhaps the chains that bound Flagg would be broken, or something from the Otherworld could feed off Flagg's deepest darkest recesses of the twisted excuse of a psyche he had...

Something grabbed him and pulled him upside down, a tendril made out of wood and plaster, which pulled him upside down. A separate 'mouth' made of said materials bit his face off.

"I zay, 'ats 'ad orm." said Mr Oak indistinctly through a ruined face, which shortly regenerated.

As strong as Mr Oak was, he couldn't get out of the grip. He'd be stuck here like a modern Prometheus. Here's hoping this thing didn't go for his liver...

((My God, we are a competent lot Nevertheless, I am betting I hold the record for needing assistance, with Flagg not far behind ))

At least an hour passed before Mythra felt herself to be more or less back to normal. Nothing further had happened, but that sense of ominosity was beginning to creep back in and the house felt more alive again...she almost expected hands to extend from the walls and grab her, but pushed that absurd thought to the back of her mind. It had been a long few hours and it was time to deal with the real reasons they had come to this place.

Suddenly, she felt it... this sort of creeping glee seeping into her from the walls... it was as if she could feel the House's emotions...did houses have emotions? She had not realised just how sentient this place was. Looking across to Roland, she was about to speak when she saw a flashing image across her mind...it was Mr Oak, and he appeared to be hanging upside down like some medieval joint of meat in a hot kitchen.

'Roland', she called out, climbing to her feet and moving across to him, 'I think that strange man...Mr Oak...has had a fight with the House...I just had a visions, and he appears to be captive. Not totally sure which part of the house or how we should get there, but we ought to do something', she said, heading towards the door.

If Roland was going to be snippy, that was fine. Wraith had no interest in staying to watch the two sort out their problems. He sniffed her - something which Wraith found thorougly creepy - and then moved onto Mythra. He said something about burns, and she tuned back in, interested. If Mythra was hurt she would do something. Actually, she should probably be doing something now.

An odd shadow caught her attention, and she turned towards it. It slunk just beyond the door. Watching, she realized. That thing is watching us.

She glanced back, but her companions were completely involved in the burns. There was no need to worry them. At least, not yet.

Wraith held her knife - the one that Mr. Oak had sharpened - and moved towards it. The moment she passed through the door there was a slight sighing sound. She whirled back around to find the door gone.

"Oh hell, no!" She slapped her hand across the wall. It was solid, and her hand stung. She pulled back, trying to shake the tingling feeling out of it. Was it just another illusion? That was possible and hopeful. If the others could get out then it would be all right. Well, not all right, but more acceptable than being trapped.

She turned back to the shadow. It was gone. Was it supposed to lure me out? she thought with a sudden feeling of dread. If it can separate us all...well, it could kill us easier.

She was on her own. Mr. Oak was on his own - well, unless he had the gaurd creature with him. That was two out of four. Wraith sent up a quick prayer that Roland and Mythra would remain together.

Since she was apparantly locked out, she decided to find Mr. Oak again. He knew a lot about this place, and if he was trapped they would lose a major advantage.

Wraith hovered a few inches above the ground, moving towards the center of the house slowly. It was an interesting place, and beautiful in its own dark way. Each blood stain told a story. Deep in her mind, Wraith regreted that she didn't have the time to stop and learn all of its stories. A place like this would be full of them.

There was no apparant path in the house. Corriders randomly branched off, and large, empty rooms interesected the hallways. Dark wooden floors abruptly became carpet, then tile, then wood again. Curtains were hung against walls with no windows. The few windows that were left were cracked and spidery. Wraith could see nothing through them.

Testingly, she sent out a tendril of light. It had been awhile since she had had her full powers - they were slow in coming back, and Wraith wasn't sure that she would ever be completely restored, not after last time - but she had been able to regain the illusions. Pretty, flashy, and more or less useless. The light continued down the path for a bit, then abruptly disappeared, as if it had been swallowed. Wraith moved a few feet closer, and tried again. The light continued a little farther than last time, then was gone again. The house wasn't going to let her have more than a ten foot view.

She heard something off to her left. A different path. Wraith stared at it, her misgivings rising. After all, she had all ready fallen for a stupid trick once. Actually, thinking about the garden, probably twice.

There was a muffled sound - speaking? - then the sounds of a struggle. She hurried down that corrider, casting off more illusion light in front of her. There - a form, hanging from the ceiling. Mr. Oak.

"Hey, what the --" she started, and then something shot out at her. She yelped and rose several feet in the air. It caught her ankle. She swore and grappled with her knife, slicing it off. The thing screeched and fell back to the ground. The floor opened and swallowed it. "Oh my God," she whispered. She hovered there for several seconds before she remember why she had come down in the first place.

Brushing her hair out of her eyes and still stunned, she looked at Mr. Oak. "Have I mentioned lately that I am not a fan of this house? Hey, do you want some help?"

"No, I am actually quite amused hanging upside down and having my face eaten off. Sorry, could not help but be sarcastic. Could you please cut me down, s'il vous plait? I may need your help."

Wraith flushed slightly. "Right, that was a stupid question. Sorry. Here." She sliced through the bonds and caught him before he fell. She moved out of the corrider and back to the hall that she had been in orginally. Setting him down, she asked, "What happened?"

"Hmph. This house is getting to be an ornery son of a b-" Mr Oak cut off the profanity. "Sorry, I forget myself. One of my bodyguards has discovered the source of the problem. However, I must warn you that the house is preparing to fight us every step of the way. The Otherworld interface is in the library. Closer is waiting for us there..."

Suddenly, Mr Oak wondered why he hadn't got confirmation from the Pyramid Heads of Roland and Mythra's presence. And where was Missionary?

Mr Oak tested the link between him and the two Pyramid Heads, and heard a snarl of pure venom:

"Get out!! !!"

Mr Oak collapsed. That presence, but Roland had sealed it within it's own body. Flagg must've used the house's power to create a simulacrum of his/her soul. And whatever was inhabiting that body, wasn't the real one. Now Flagg was able to control the Pyramid Heads.

"Missionary!"

I serve the Crimson Monarch, Mr Oak. I am coming for you and the one called Wraith. You will die in todash darkness!! !

"Closer?"

Yes, Lord Oak?

Good. Either Flagg couldn't take over Closer for various reasons, or Closer had proven too strong. The reasons flashed through Oak's head. Maybe Closer was too close to the interface, or perhaps too mentally resistant (a surprise, but a welcome one).

"Stay there Closer. If Roland and Mythra come with the corpse of Gabrielle, refuse entry."

Understood.

Mr Oak turned to Wraith.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to oblige you again to fly me to the library, okay. I haven't exactly gained any weight in the past...."

Mr Oak frowned and pulled out a fob watch and compared it to the old wristwatch on his wrist.

"Time is being distorted in here. Outside, it has been several days, but here, I doubt we've been in here more than an hour...."

((I am assuming myself and Flagg might be trapped now? Maybe we should split the roleplay since we seem to be a pair and you two seem to be a pair ))

She rose several inches off the ground, but simply looked down the corrider for a minute, caught in a memory.

She was slowing down every minute, hands working frantically, funneling every bit of life she had out of her and into the the only one she had ever cared to protect. The clock stopped, and life froze for one scary moment. Wraith couldn't breathe, couldn't say anything, couldn't even close her eyes. The only things moving were her thoughts: screw this up, and everything's over. Screw this up, and she dies.

And she had screwed up.

"Time distortion takes a lot of energy," Wraith said uneasily. "How powerful is this place?"

She didn't really want an answer, and if he did say anything, it didn't register. She caught Mr. Oak by the arm and lifted him off the ground, still not paying much attention.

The floor opened beneath them, but seemed content to just look threatening. A few half-hearted attempts were made to snag someone's foot, but that was it. Somehow that was less comforting than if the house had actually tried.

Wraith set Mr. Oak down in the library and settled down next to him.

"Who is Closer?"

"'Closer' is more of a description, as he tends to block, or close, the way. Say hello, Closer."

The bizarre beast lumbered out of the shadows in the immense library (the house must've deliberately warped dimensions in the house to try and prevent the discovery of the Otherworld interface). The creature looked... well, the grunts it made was like a bear, or maybe a rhinoceros. The spindly legs it did walk on disappeared into a 'skirt' or 'apron' of flesh. The arms widened out into paws the diameter of punching bags, and with about as many features. The head was merely a fleshy cylinder that had only a bizarrely smiling set of lips on the flat end. It looked like the b*****d offspring of a lamp post, a teddy bear, and a human.

"This is Closer. However, we must make haste. My other bodyguards have been taken over by Flagg, or Gabrielle, or whatever it wants to call itself."

((Note: a Closer is basically the thing that's in the image in this link, with Heather from Silent Hill 3 firing on it: http://au.media.ps2.ign.com/media/482/482701/img_1527674.html.

The guy I'm playing, Mr Oak, is somewhat similar physically, but not completely, with this fellow, Vincent, from the same game: http://au.media.ps2.ign.com/media/482/482701/img_1711764.html.))

(Ah, that was the character I considered you might have partially based your Mr Oak on when I did some research into Silent Hill))