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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 20, 2010 22:07:27 GMT -5
Let's play a numbers game. The table is 10 feet away from the door where Attra now stood. The Box is at the center of this table, which is roughly 3 feet on each side and is a square. That puts the box about 11 1/2 feet away. Attra's scythe is roughly... let's say 6-7 feet. Add maybe about 3 feet to accomodate the reaching of the woman's arms and you get at most 10 feet. The result being that the box is just too darn far to avoid having to step out.
Which of course Attra is far too smart to do on purpose. So, the "haunted house" would give her motivation to do so. As the music box played its haunting melody, the stairs leading upstairs just to Attra's left would undergo a similar transformation into a slidelike configuration as the stairs leading down. The difference here... was the very large, very spikey ball rolling from the second floor at death-level speeds toward the exact location of Attra's current position.
So, it becomes a choice. Jump into the room we know is filled with traps intended to kill, or wait for the ball to crush and or mutilate? Live or die, make your choice.
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 20, 2010 22:14:28 GMT -5
Attra knew the deadly traps were fearsome, but she knew them. She'd grab the box and attempt to leave with it, perhaps. She moved her knees down for a moment, jumping into the room to grasp the box with her scythe. She hoped that she'd have the chance to cut the blades or spiders if they came down on her.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 20, 2010 22:28:52 GMT -5
The second her feet would touch the ground, the spiders and blades would appear once more, and the projector from earlier would flicker back to life, continuing the message.
"hoo hoo! Jack, you've got the treat, but I've still got tricks! Can you escape in time, my boy? Good luck! Hee heee heee!!!" the doctor laughed, clearly overly pleased with himself. The screen flickered off, waiting for the next trigger.
Meanwhile, a final bit of nastiness for Attra would take place. The spiders that pooled around her ankles attempting to eat her alive were diverging... one group going to the door ahead of her and beginning to weave a super-thin polymer of cutting thread. It couldn't be seen, but the work was obvious. If she attempted to run through it, she'd slice herself to ribbons, if the blades descending from the ceiling don't do it first!
The spiders snapped, bit, and tried to overwhelm the woman. They were going to entomb her, some even attempting to mummify her with the very same razersharp thread the others were trying to block the door with...
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 20, 2010 22:43:58 GMT -5
'This. Man. Is. So. Dead!' Attra had managed to grasp the box, holding it close to her. She pulled the scythe, cutting away what she could in order to get onto her feet. The spiders were attempting to block the door! She didn't have much of a choice. Either way she had to get out. Moving towards the door, letting the spiders that bite, get her over the ones with the razor sharp wire. She opened a corridor, pushing towards it, hoping that it lead outside that room and the spiked ball.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 21, 2010 20:13:04 GMT -5
The corridor would unceremoniously dump the woman outside the lab, near the gate. A few spiders came with her, still attempting to bite and claw at her. Apparently, they were being controlled by the music box! They attempted to climb to it, as though compelled by the song.
The good news was that there were maybe ten of them at most. The bad news was that they were all metal and dangerous.
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 21, 2010 20:30:11 GMT -5
Attra's eyes continued to glare, pulling the music box closer. She tore the top off with her sore hands, tossing it down to the ground to smash the item to as many pieces as possible while fighting the spiders with her hands. The item was made of tough materials, the spring the first to be destroyed by the bottom of her scythe. Her body continued to fight the spiders, happy to see that something was going her way. The stupid music wasn't following her anymore.
Placing her scythe in both hands, she pushed away the spiders with her body, aiming to slice them.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 22, 2010 13:49:38 GMT -5
As that enchanting melody wound out its final note, so too would the spiders attempting to destroy Attra. They'd fall to the ground, curling up their legs and "dying" in the traditional fashion. Apparently, now that the box that acted as their guiding source was broken, they would follow suit. Of course, that didn't stop Attra from taking her revenge on them, as anyone would.
But the most curious thing about this all was the wreckage itself. From the little broken pile of bits and pieces... there was a single piece of paper sticking out which did not go with the rest of the rubbish. Displayed on the top, was the words "Keyblade Notes"...
***keyblade notes #10 added to the record***
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 22, 2010 13:58:33 GMT -5
Attra collapsed to her knees, exhausted from the effort it had taken just to get through some crazy man's haunted house. She turned to see a parchment, perhaps one of the few things that seemed like a reward. Looking at the top of the strange piece of paper, she glanced towards the first two words. However, her body began to shiver at the word 'keyblade.' It was as if the very word itself would strangle her. She quickly stuffed the paper into one pocket of her dark garment.
'Attra! Are you all-'
"Must... Get..." Attra stood up, forming another dark corridor in front of her. "To Atticus..."
**To World of Darkness: Forbidden Fruit**
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