The Sink Hole [Dungeon (Read 712 times)

[Kalina]

SINK HOLE

Mission Info

Shifting sands have dislodged a treasure. Hidden beneath the golden sands is a city, now revealed by a sink hole. The few that have checked out the site have reported being able to move through a dark maze of stone walls. Upon their return they did hesitate to reveal what they saw but only because of the reasons that they returned.

It is unsafe. A sinkhole created the opening. Sand covers much of the city. Sand continues to drop on the city and risks flooding it at moment's notice. The worry that they would be buried, or the entrance would be submerged was why those men and women returned. They also report encountering beasts of the sand.

But that is all they could say. What else is down there will only be revealed when a group courageous enough arrives.

The city has an arabian design. There are sturdy walls made to keep the sand out, or at least that was the intention. Besides those walls there are boundaries made of sand and stone that create natural walls. A spell or ability hitting those walls will undoubtedly cause a cave in.

[mikiri]

The sand danced. Trailing behind the wind it fluttered and spun. It was moving underneath a hot and unforgiving Sun. Nothing too shocking because this was the driest and hottest place in Earthland: Desierto. The scorching desert was known for its burning, golden sands. It is shocking that anyone would come to a place such as this. It would be crazy for someone to be out in a wasteland like this. Especially on a day like this, the sands were up in the air, tossed and turned by the wind. There was a girl here. Traveling in the blowing sand was a girl with hair more gold than the floating shards. Her hand was thrust in front of her. The other was pulled back over her eyes. She wandered as if in the dark, but trudging as if walking in snow. Her wardrobe added nothing beneficial to the scene. Green cargo shorts and a pink t-shirt that floated on the shoulder, these may have seemed like good choices, but they did nothing to protect their girl’s flesh from the sand or heat. She had to get somewhere soon. Mikiri’s breathing was harsh. Air escaped her lungs just as quickly as it came in. The thrashing wind tested her resolve. She pushed on even as her body was beaten by the element. ”I-I can do this,” She cried as she continued. But anyone watching her would disagree. They would not be able to see a determined girl grabbing for a goal. No, strawberry blonde, young girl looked lost and weak. The air had her falling to the left and right, anywhere that was not the direction she was headed. It looked as if she was ready to fall over and pass out. Yet she would not allow herself to do something like that. Her crawling through the desert became a repetitive task that she tried not to think of, replacing thoughts of the desert with the reason she was there. There it was. There was the picture she had in her mind, and yet it was real. The dark colors. The elevation and angle. Unless it was a trick of the sun, she had found that, the place she was looking for. The reason she was doing this--The entrance to the sink hole. It was a sink hole that brought her here. Sand had fallen away from a section of the desert revealing a large civilization below the desert. After everything she had gone through Mikiri can only look forward to activities like this--chances to exercise her curiosity. Young in body yet mature in mind, she hoped to find answers in what was evidently a place that was forgotten. She stumbled towards it. Her pace was slow, but with time she came so close to it that she could touch it. Touch and grab it. The hand of hers, the one that was ahead of her, reached out and she tried to do that. But as she pushed forward once more she found that the resistance left her; she dropped and then she rolled down into the darkness. By the time she stopped she was lying on cool sand at the bottom of a ramp of sand leading into the sinkhole. The only light was the light coming from outside; though, it did not reach where she was lying. ”Finally here.” WORDS: 570 NOTES: ---

[SOLACE R. KALARE]

It was a long, long time since she'd been in Desierto. Just like any other person unfortunate enough to walk through the harsh desert, she was being roasted thoroughly by the unforgiving sun above. She was dressing as lightly as possible, clad in her outfit dominated by whites. She was in shorts, and sported a white t-shirt. Upon her feet were sandals. Sunscreen reigned over her skin in an attempt to prevent the amount of sunburn she'd inevitably be dealing with. On her head was a large hat, which was for blocking out some of the sun. She was also wearing sunglasses, because it was bright as hell, and she didn't have time for that.

She was unsure why, but she looked up at the sun. A sigh escaped her. Even with all of her efforts, the trip was brutal. She ran out of water, and was parched. At one point she'd hallucinated a vending machine - but that was aside the point. Things were blurry, her head felt light, and she was weighted down by the desire to just lay down and die. But, she had to keep going, because it would be stupid if this angel was done to death by an unfavorable climate. Maybe looking up at the sun was a method of gaining inspiration to press on, a reminder of her predicament.

Lifting her hand, she wiped her brow free of a sheen of sweat. It was the first time she'd felt her tongue actually dry - yes, her tongue, it was lacking in the moisture that indicated it was a healthy, finely functioning organ. At first it was alarming, but she'd grown accustomed to it over the last few hours. She was wondering how she could benefit from locating this city. With any hope, there'd be some form of gain, and she wanted to be the first one there so she could get hold of it, and add it to her massive collection. After all, she was a collector of sorts. That was what she liked to do most. At least the sinkhole entered her line of sight.

Sprouting her angelic wings, she took off tiredly into the air, flew a little over the entrance, and then just plummeted from fatigue and dehyrdation. In fact, she fell straight onto a fellow blonde who was there [Mikiri], into a rather uncomfortable position. She was a nice cushion, though... but those were thoughts likely incited by her crude state of mind, thanks to the... heat, and lack of nourishment.

"O-Ow..."

She kind of wondered how she'd react, personally, if an angel fell from the sky onto her, but... that was a feeling she'd leave to female who most likely just ended up underneath her. Good thing she didn't fly too high up, or it would have had even more disastrous results. She didn't know who this was; a native? Maybe someone intending on exploring the mysterious sinkhole? Who knew!

"I-I'm here..!"

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[LILY DE MALEBOLGE]

While the other two girls who were making their way over to the sinkhole that had opened up in Desierto, apparently showing the fossilized remains... or something or other, could buildings turn into fossils?... of some lost civilization or some such, were both suffering from really bad heat stroke, Lillith Meciel de Malebolge... was not. It was one of the very, VERY few little factoids about her rather negative heritage that heat really didn't bother her. Oh, she knew exactly what a cold day in Hell was—it was any day where the temperature dropped below thirty centigrade—and she absolutely hated all the moaning and groaning when that happened, but in comparison, Desierto really WAS a cold day in hell.

Not like she really cared. She had a backpack full of canteens, water bottles, etcetera, that she was only partly carrying with her shoulders.

She also was pushing it up with her tail.

Lily came dressed for the task at hand: light sandals that, oddly enough, had a hiking boot sole, which definitely kept her feet from sweating out everything they had. She was wearing a pair of short khaki shorts, covering up only as much skin as she had to so that she could be decent (they ended mid-thigh), and they had a modified waistband so that her tail wasn't crunched. And on her top, she had on a simple white tank. Dress for the weather and you'll be just fine, she always felt.

"Alright," she said to herself, cresting the top of the sinkhole. "Now where's the way doOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!—"

Poor Lily, she was such a klutz. One moment she's getting to the very top of something, and the next she takes a wrong step, hits a loose patch of sand, and promptly slides down the hill on her butt. Not even stabbing one of the forked ends of her tail into the dune stopped her at all, and all that did was let her steer a little bit.

But then she hit a drop off. And then she fell.

And she landed on top of a pair of people, one familiar, one not.

"Ow, ow, ow," Lily pushed herself up, and given her position she probably accidentally groped one of the girls under her. "Stupid sand, stupid deserts, stupid place, why did I even come here anyways..."

[mikiri]

The heat disappeared. Like the light disappearing at the day’s end, the hot and dry air vanished within an instant. Shadow consumes light, and now it appears to have consumed the heat and behavior of the desert. Mikiri could not lay on cool, almost cold sand. It may have been the heat leaving her body, but she felt as if instead the cold was coming to her. It was restoring her, invigorating her, and yet there was still one issue. ”Water,” The blonde said. ”I need water.” She cried this time. She pushed herself up as she said that, and sat on her knees. The whininess in her voice and her pose did not go unacknowledged. She would think at the same time she was complaining, ’Am I really doing this? But it is so hot.’ She looked around deliriously. Her face held the appearance of someone who had just woken up as she did this. To the left she groggily searched. Then to the right she aimlessly checked. No water was to be found here. The limited lighting did not reveal any, and she could not hear any from the darkness. If there was any to be found, she would have to look for it. That was her goal. Water would make her body move. Just thinking about it, the cool liquid, was enough to get her pushing up from the ground and returning to her feet. Then she stepped. Stepped again. Like a zombie she walked towards the darkness. Her pacing was good. Her speed was alright. Determination returned to her, and then plop; She was done. Something had sought her out. It had targeted her. Many patches of sand lay around her, beds for which people could fall. But no, that was not how it had happened. Sand was nice, but it was not as good a target as the back of a young girl. A human projectile soared in from the entrance and made a bulls-eye out of her most vulnerable side. Before she could respond, Mikiri was laying with her face in the sand. ”Owie,” She cried in such a way that would confound her if she was in better health. There was now a weight on her that she simply did not have the strength to remove. Her only option, and the one she used, was to turn her head to look. She did that. Blonde hair. Golden hair. Wings. What was it that she saw when she turned? She was not sure. Before she could fully register what she saw the sky above had gone two for two on her backside. Mikiri blacked out. WORDS: 462 NOTES: Victory! You receive 162 Exp. and 72 Gil.

[SOLACE R. KALARE]

"Hmm... what's this under m-..."

fatality.

There isn't a whole lot she can manage before another individual plummets from the heavens above. She does, however, manage to roll herself around awkwardly, maybe in a fruitless attempt to get off on the girl who was unfortunate enough to be ensnared beneath her.

And well, this newcomer was significantly more familiar than the person whose consciousness at the moment was extremely questionable. She'd have to thank her later, because if she didn't have her as a makeshift cushion, she'd have been bludgeoned into the exceedingly uncomfortable golden grains comprising the ground they're on.

To her surprise, she's groped. "Mmn-" Instinctively - well maybe a little more consciously than instinctively, she reaches up and reciprocates it, returning the favor and groping the bust of, or perhaps the lack there of, of her immediate familiarly demonic company. It was k, though, for the blonde had no qualms with chests that weren't as endowed as her own back-problem inciting rack. It's hard to say anything, because what wind was originally in her had been knocked out. After a moments worth of recuperation, and refusal to remove her hands from their risque positioning, she speaks up.

"Oh - Demon-chan. And ah... right! There is someone beneath me, is there not?"

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LAIKA OF GS!

[LILY DE MALEBOLGE]

Whatever it was that Lily found in her hand, it was really quite soft. Much softer than anything in Desierto had any right to be, in fact. While she was thinking about it, there really WASN'T anything soft out here, so what exactly was it that she was—

"Mmn~"

Well that explained that. It was a person. Of all the open space at the bottom of this sinkhole, fate just had to guide her to land on top of one of the only other people stupid brave enough to come all the way out to the middle of flippin' nowhere. And—oh dear it looked like she was getting groped. And while it wasn't exactly an unpleasant situation, it was making her succubus side... 'act up' a bit.

Lily pulled the hand away from her rather small chest.

The hand went back. So she pulled it away. Again. It went back again.

This process of pulling the hand away, only to find it fondling her ONCE AGAIN continued for a couple of minutes before she decided that enough was enough, got up off of the person (and swatted the hand away for good measure), aiming to inspect who exactly was unlucky enough to have had her sitting on top of them—

"Oh - Demon-chan."

"W-w-w-w-what?" Lily took a closer look at the person she'd just been on top of—her angelic guildmate.

"Oh no no oh no oh no I'm sorry I groped you I didn't mean to and didn't I tell you not to call me a demon I really don't like it cause it makes me sound evil and I'm really not that bad of a person I swear and—wait, what's that underneath you? C'mon, up, up!"

Lily pulled the erstwhile angel off of the other girl, who looked... not great. She pulled a canteen out of her bag, leaned the girl up, and poured some of the water into her mouth, rubbing her throat to make her swallow it and HOPEFULLY wake up.

"How in the world did you even land on her? I thought you could fly—wait. Uh, were you playing... target practice!?"

[mikiri]

There was light and heat. It was hot, dry; a desert was there and then it wasn’t. Traveling in the wind and dust, and then sitting in a cool cave. Light turned to shadow. Heat turned to cold. Everything had seemed to gotten better and then there was something. A weight had appeared. It was sudden. There was no preparation for it. Before anything could be done the shadows consumed the world. There would no longer be cold or heat for unconsciousness had taken hold. The world spun. Colors shown for moments at a time and then vanished. Sensations alternated between the good and the bad. There were no directions, and just as the ground felt solid it also seemed to slip under the feet. This daze lasted until a new light was reached, but waking up had not caused that. Mikiri had been knocked unconscious by all of the elements that pounded her, and now, out cold, she was dreaming. There it was, more than a dream. More than a dream and less than what was real. A memory. Mikiri remembered something as she lay there. There was a light. It was a bright light. The sun was shining down on her--No him. It was a him at the time. He remembered the past when he was still a guy. He was standing near someone. A male was talking to him. This was a tall male, not yet the king of Fiore, but someone important. He was in a uniform and his wardrobe was covered in decorations. He pointed, Michiru nodded. He nodded, Michiru pointed. They came to a consensus on something. Then young prince went to work. Ride a horse. Coerce some animals here and there. Fend off from these wolves. Everything he was told he did. His satisfaction was only to do what he could do be a proper man. That was it. A foreboding effect occurred next. Pink light engulfed the dream world. Like it had happened originally, a light engulfed Michiru and he transformed. Slowly, assuredly, she transformed back into Mikiri. She was weaker. Her courage had vanished from her. All she had was stubbornness, and she knew that did not go far enough. A battle now ensued. Mikiri forced away the thoughts that came to her. It was her intention, even without realizing it, to forget what she had dreamt. It was close to a nightmare; it was a reminder that she was not who she was before. She tried to forget, but what would ultimately ensure that she stopped thinking about it was her eyes opening, and her realizing that she was not alone. She would awake in a daze even if water was given to her. It would take a few minutes for her to comprehend what was happening. WORDS: 467 NOTES: She'll be unconscious until near the end of your posts.

[SOLACE R. KALARE]

A yawn escapes the blonde as the redhead urges her removal from her placement on her fellow golden-haired female. An air of laziness dominates her as she essentially rolls off of the unfortunate human, and consequentially ends up on her bottom on the sand adjacent to the unconscious victim. Already Lily has begun coercing water down the throat of the most immediate, penalized party. Turning an eye ahead of her, she's absorbed into her own thoughts, only dimly acknowledging the words directed towards her with a degree of disinterest. If they're all present for the same endeavor, three people on the job would make the objective a lot easier. It improves chances of survival. The half-breed is valuable, because she's loaded with umpteen necessities for survival in the harsh climate.

"Yes. It's a new game. Target Practice: Kamikaze Edition." Solace sarcastically replies, turning an eye towards both her guildmate and the unfamiliar blonde in her peripheral. It looks like the victimized girl is coming to, but she's disoriented, and only time would allow her to recuperate from the stupor their combined weight cemented her into. Give or take a couple of minutes would suffice. Her? Already she's seeing black spots in her vision. Water is necessary, and she decides to take it. Using telekinesis, she more or less instantaneously fetches another canteen from the succubus's bag. Parched, she opens it up, and is sure to drink slowly, and sparingly. Her Mom, someone who spent a harsh trip in the desert, told her about some tactics when it came to survival in this type of environment. Gulping down all of the water isn't a good idea.

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LAIKA OF GS!