The Internal Tempest.... [Plot Twist Event] Oct 12, 2013 13:53:09 GMT -6
Post by The First Inhabitant on Oct 12, 2013 13:53:09 GMT -6
Desolate, lonely, and quiet… these were the words the reaper thought of to describe the Third Floor of his home and Master, the Baudeau Manor. Below him, the cloaked skeleton knew that guests of the manor ran and hid from monsters and their nightmares, whom were all trying to escape, which was quite humorous because there was no escape, but yet this entire floor remained silent. The reaper was now known by the title of the First Inhabitant, his true name he kept to himself, stopped his silent drift atop the grand staircase that spiraled down to the second floor, which them cascaded in elegant fashion of the front hall. Long, boney fingers swept thoughtfully over the carved banister, memory flicking within his skull, of how many time he had slid down these banisters to outrun his raging father, a true brute of a man.
His brother and twin, the Second Inhabitant appeared suddenly beside him, and the two reapers levitated at the crest of the stairs looking downwards.
“Dear brother,” The First Inhabitant greeted, turning his skull on his vertebrae to gaze though empty sockets at his skeletal, damned kin, “I have just had a thought that I though I would share with you. Hence it is most convenient that you have appeared by my side”.
“Yes, brother, I was summoned by our Master for your thoughts spurred curiosity. What on earth have you deduced?” Came the twin’s reply while his cloak billowed in non-existent wind and their presence from afar would arouse fear in the holiest of men.
The First Inhabitant swept an arm to express the vicinity of the Third Floor before he said, “Brother, as you recall, this floor was where our father had his chambers, where we spent many years of our lives, and yet it lies barren and ignored by our most disrespectful guests. The thought occurred to me that just like how father’s men used to herd the slaves together for whipping so to we must herd these pathetic nations towards the upper levels,” The reaper pause and a grim smile formed from bare teeth and bone, “It would be a most enjoyable spectacle I am sure”.
“That indeed sounds lovely, brother. How did you think of accomplishing this?”
The First Inhabitant then swept a boned hand into his robes and retrieved a book; on the cover read “The Tempest”. Brandishing the book for his twin to see, the reaper announced, “How ironic that I beat and raped our tutor for when she forced us to read Shakespeare. Perhaps later I’ll visit the Well to thank her for being the inspiration for this idea.” Malicious laughter filled the floor as both brothers chuckled with the darkest of humors.
Laughter aside, the Second Inhabitant gazed at the book before turning his skull to look down upon the lower levels. “I can already hear Master’s approval of this idea, for it will be of his power that we can accomplish this-“
“That I will accomplish this, brother, for it was my idea.” The First Inhabitant ‘s tone turned dark, centuries of bullying his twin still shone through their immortality; there was no such thing as equality when it cam to brothers. “But yes, our Master concedes and just as when it rains the pets must come inside, now the inside pests must escape the rain…”
With of his fleshless wrist, the Inhabitant threw the book into open space, it’s pages falling open, and instead of falling it remained suspended by the powers of the Manor, it’s pages continues to flip until it fell upon the beginning of the book and from the centre of the text, misty clouds began to flow out, like smoke from a dragon’s nostril. More and more clouds were born, becoming darker and impregnated with gray and dark rain. In a matter of moments, the view of the second level was completely obscured by clouds, the stairs leading into clouds, and suddenly the house vibrated from the dull thus of thunder, internal thunder.
“Run, little mice run…. For here comes the rain…” The First Inhabitant whispered, before laughing, his brother joining him, just as the downfall began on the Second Floor, water falling downstairs to the First, and the rain, the Baudeau’s Tempest will not spot until both floors are completely flooded….
PLOT TWIST! THIS AFFECTS ALL MEMBERS
Due to a sudden downpour, a storm inside the Manor, the First and Second Floors have been flooded, with the First Floor becoming completely submerged and the Second halfway. Even as the rain let up, the clouds remained, menacingly, and do not even think about opening the doors and windows, for they are all completely seal shut and the only hope of survival now is on the Third Floor… And for those who think that they can survive in the waters, not only are they cold, but all electricity has now been reserved only to the third Floor and to make matters worse, this flood has allowed the Inhabitants to move a previously hidden and unknown pet, and old acquaintance of theirs, from the Lake and Bog into the grandeur of the Manor.
Introducing… Calder the Ketos!
With this legendary beast swimming down halls and creeping up the submerged stairs, it is highly unwise for nation sot tests the waters….
Until October 31st, all new threads must take place on the Third Floor or higher, unless any members wish to confront Calder in his new furnished domain…
~Nations will find on the Third Level stores of food in bedrooms, working electricity, and all of the luxuries now washed away below them.
Note** The waters will wash away come Halloween, for if anyone knows of the Inhabitants, that day happens to be also their birthday….
Any questions, post here or PM any of the Staff! (Though note that this was all Sora's/Norway's brain child so she would be your best bet.... maybe)
To Be Continued…