BasiliskVeranda
80s Trash
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[div class=speaksup]HOUSE OF HORRORS[/div]
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[div class=handsomedevil] [div class=speakeasy]"To go wrong in one`s own way is better than to go right in someone else's." [/div]
𝘕𝘐𝘒𝘓𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘔 𝘝𝘖𝘚𝘚
[div class=speakeasy2]LOCATION — Mansion from Hell.....not really
OOC — And Emma is tomorrooowwww Ahhhhhhhhhhh
INTERACTING WITH: Penny~
BELIAL.
W...woofus. The talking fucking dog. Also, hey James, Luci, and Adisa. Don't have much time left in the day to pipe in to say ayo bayo (since Emma is tmrw), but...ayo. Then hopefully the A-Team can help :/
BGM — DAFT PUNK - GET LUCKY[/div]
[div class=speakeasy]“The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.” [/div][/div][div class=speaks]
“Something like that. But we can’t get out of the trip until we wake everyone up. According to Woofus, anyhow.”
"According to...the dog?" Nik's expression flat-lined at that sentiment, and after a few moments, a curious grin twitched on the corner of his mouth. It was just like he described. The worst acid trip imaginable. He bet they were all still sleeping. He bet he could manifest something if he thought hard enough about it. He bet the dog talked too. That's how this shit worked, always.
Nik saw the emotions tumbling within Penny's heart as his own anger grew. Not at her, never at her. But these emotions came from somewhere else. Was she okay? Hardly.
None of them were.
They were written as clear as day on her beautiful face, bristling off of her in waves. She wasn't that good at hiding them. None of them really were, except maybe Grigs. In a brief moment, she turned and enveloped him in a warm embrace. This was what he needed, and he thought she needed it too. To feel grounded, like she was really alive, and here.
Except...they might be sleeping now. Or, on some other...plane of existence. That idea made Nik's head hurt more than it already was—and it was fucking killing him—so he relinquished to wrap Penny up tightly. To hold on for dear life, to listen to her breathing, to keep her close for just a moment, a moment of peace.
“I’m okay.” She wasn't, but he wasn't going to press the issue. They had to move forward now. He'd be there to pick up the pieces. Always. He stepped aside and fumbled in his pockets, finding nothing, but intent on manifesting something, if this was all a world of dreams, he should be able to, he felt.
“So, uh, whatever happened… glad you’re both here… alive… not killed by your nightmare. Niklas.”
"Thanks, er...Woofus. Are we...sure you're glad? Because dogs tend to hate me." A talking dog. The dog was glaring at him. Nik was staring at the dog. This was preposterous. Whatever anger he felt was dimming away at just how ludicrous this situation was. He was sure it'd rear its head once they continued on, and he saw more mental carnage befalling those he held dear...
“Anyway! We’ve got another dream to tackle…Nik, I don’t know if Penny’s enlightened you, but we’ve got dreams to bust and dreamers to free. There’s a demon holding us here and to escape we have to help and guide dreamers to the end. This hall.” This dog hated him. It was evident. But why did dogs hate him? Maybe it was for the same reason cats adored him...
"Thanks for the recap, Wuffers. I'll get you a snack when we're back from our vacation in night-terror-land." Nik made a clicking noise with his mouth, like you'd call a dog with. Ah, that's why dogs hated him. He was patronizing as fuck.
“Rhys has to be somewhere. We’ll get him out Nik. Use your boner power to find him.”
"Sure, I'll just use my rod to dowse for him. Why not," Nik snorted and broke into a cackle. Penny was giggling. The dog was glaring. The dog hated him. But he couldn't be assed with its haughty glare right now. This entire time he had been trying to conjure something. Anything. A weapon. Whatever. If Woofus could speak, Nik, with his very creative brain, could make something. Anything.
Nik shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out...the pink sunglasses. Of course. Like a treasure, unearthed, the only fucking thing his brain could conjure. He made a noise of irritation, but put them on his face regardless.
"..not what I was trying to create, but..." Knives, guns that he couldn't shoot, some inter-dimensional ray gun to blast their way out of this place early, runes the Witch in Queens had told him about, a fucking GPS locator fueled on, yes, his boner powers. But he got the sunglasses. Maybe because they had been in his pocket before he fell asleep.
The dog kept glaring. “So how about we head out, yeah?”
"Let's get everyone out of here and fuck that demon up. And stop glaring at me. Jealous much?" he popped a quip at the pooch. Sunglasses on, Penny at his side, dog...glaring. They walked forward. And somewhere, in the back of Nik's mind, he did try to use the fucking boner echolocation, psychic connection, whatever.
No, this demon fuck wasn't going to make it that easy. But he had the bloody sunglasses.
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[div class=speaksup]HOUSE OF HORRORS[/div]
[div class=biggie]
[div class=handsomedevil] [div class=speakeasy]"To go wrong in one`s own way is better than to go right in someone else's." [/div]
𝘕𝘐𝘒𝘓𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘔 𝘝𝘖𝘚𝘚
[div class=speakeasy2]LOCATION — Mansion from Hell.....not really
OOC — And Emma is tomorrooowwww Ahhhhhhhhhhh
INTERACTING WITH: Penny~
BELIAL.
W...woofus. The talking fucking dog. Also, hey James, Luci, and Adisa. Don't have much time left in the day to pipe in to say ayo bayo (since Emma is tmrw), but...ayo. Then hopefully the A-Team can help :/BGM — DAFT PUNK - GET LUCKY[/div]
[div class=speakeasy]“The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.” [/div][/div][div class=speaks]
“Something like that. But we can’t get out of the trip until we wake everyone up. According to Woofus, anyhow.”
"According to...the dog?" Nik's expression flat-lined at that sentiment, and after a few moments, a curious grin twitched on the corner of his mouth. It was just like he described. The worst acid trip imaginable. He bet they were all still sleeping. He bet he could manifest something if he thought hard enough about it. He bet the dog talked too. That's how this shit worked, always.
Nik saw the emotions tumbling within Penny's heart as his own anger grew. Not at her, never at her. But these emotions came from somewhere else. Was she okay? Hardly.
None of them were.
They were written as clear as day on her beautiful face, bristling off of her in waves. She wasn't that good at hiding them. None of them really were, except maybe Grigs. In a brief moment, she turned and enveloped him in a warm embrace. This was what he needed, and he thought she needed it too. To feel grounded, like she was really alive, and here.
Except...they might be sleeping now. Or, on some other...plane of existence. That idea made Nik's head hurt more than it already was—and it was fucking killing him—so he relinquished to wrap Penny up tightly. To hold on for dear life, to listen to her breathing, to keep her close for just a moment, a moment of peace.
“I’m okay.” She wasn't, but he wasn't going to press the issue. They had to move forward now. He'd be there to pick up the pieces. Always. He stepped aside and fumbled in his pockets, finding nothing, but intent on manifesting something, if this was all a world of dreams, he should be able to, he felt.
“So, uh, whatever happened… glad you’re both here… alive… not killed by your nightmare. Niklas.”
"Thanks, er...Woofus. Are we...sure you're glad? Because dogs tend to hate me." A talking dog. The dog was glaring at him. Nik was staring at the dog. This was preposterous. Whatever anger he felt was dimming away at just how ludicrous this situation was. He was sure it'd rear its head once they continued on, and he saw more mental carnage befalling those he held dear...
“Anyway! We’ve got another dream to tackle…Nik, I don’t know if Penny’s enlightened you, but we’ve got dreams to bust and dreamers to free. There’s a demon holding us here and to escape we have to help and guide dreamers to the end. This hall.” This dog hated him. It was evident. But why did dogs hate him? Maybe it was for the same reason cats adored him...
"Thanks for the recap, Wuffers. I'll get you a snack when we're back from our vacation in night-terror-land." Nik made a clicking noise with his mouth, like you'd call a dog with. Ah, that's why dogs hated him. He was patronizing as fuck.
“Rhys has to be somewhere. We’ll get him out Nik. Use your boner power to find him.”
"Sure, I'll just use my rod to dowse for him. Why not," Nik snorted and broke into a cackle. Penny was giggling. The dog was glaring. The dog hated him. But he couldn't be assed with its haughty glare right now. This entire time he had been trying to conjure something. Anything. A weapon. Whatever. If Woofus could speak, Nik, with his very creative brain, could make something. Anything.
Nik shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out...the pink sunglasses. Of course. Like a treasure, unearthed, the only fucking thing his brain could conjure. He made a noise of irritation, but put them on his face regardless.
"..not what I was trying to create, but..." Knives, guns that he couldn't shoot, some inter-dimensional ray gun to blast their way out of this place early, runes the Witch in Queens had told him about, a fucking GPS locator fueled on, yes, his boner powers. But he got the sunglasses. Maybe because they had been in his pocket before he fell asleep.
The dog kept glaring. “So how about we head out, yeah?”
"Let's get everyone out of here and fuck that demon up. And stop glaring at me. Jealous much?" he popped a quip at the pooch. Sunglasses on, Penny at his side, dog...glaring. They walked forward. And somewhere, in the back of Nik's mind, he did try to use the fucking boner echolocation, psychic connection, whatever.
No, this demon fuck wasn't going to make it that easy. But he had the bloody sunglasses.
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