D.I.C.E(Game Thread/PM to Join)

[Terratina.]

"Blast." He muttered. The metal was sundered, but the sword was stuck in the crack. Eligor wiggled a bit in order to get out of there, but there was no room for that. "Bugger." he cursed as the bound demon realised his situation. Eligor looked down from where he was and saw the scientist muttering to himself and then muttering to the lady in the smoke-filled room. Eligor didn't look forward to the end of the discussion, as it would probably conclude with them deciding to abandon him.

However, Eligor was wrong, far wrong and with neither warning nor caution, Richard leapt onto the hilt in a desperate attempt to apply the mechanics of levers to this scenario, with the whole of his weight as the effort. Shame part of the load was part of Eligor. His eye widened as the blade ripped through the wall, creating a larger hole and causing the tip of the blade to bend slightly - a slight than Eligor wouldn't take lightly. Well, at least he was free, anyhow. But to top it all off, the annoying scientist asked an annoying question.

"Perhaps it would be better if someone wielded you?" he asked the sword.

"To be honest Richard, I don't see how things can get any better." Eligor replied bitterly.

 

[IFS]

"Have you ever used a sword?"

"No, I don't know how, you should hold on to it, you're probably stronger than me," she said. She looked somewhat startled at the suggestion that she use a sword, although she did realize that it was their only cutting tool so someone needed to use it. It ought to be the scientist though, she wouldn't harm anyone, but if she had to she only needed to touch them.

"To be honest Richard, I don't see how things can get any better."

"Well its not like they can get much worse, maybe there's some other way out of the room? Or maybe we can cut through the vent with someone swinging you?" she suggested, she couldn't think of much, the room was sideways which was a bit confusing when trying to think of how to get out.

 

[DarkRawen]

"No, I don't know how, you should hold on to it, you're probably stronger than me,"

She seemed startled by the suggestion, which surprised him, slightly, as he had thought she was a surgeon with that mask. Oh, well, holding a scalpel wasn't the same as wielding a sword, he would know that himself. Besides, there might be another reason for it. The sword didn't seem exactly pleased with getting out, for some reason. Then he noticed that it wasn't completely as it used to be.

"To be honest Richard, I don't see how things can get any better."

Richard hadn't noticed that the tip of the blade had gotten bent, but he didn't make more of an effort than smile apologetic. They needed to open the vent more either way, and the sword could always get repaired later. He looked at the woman, he was fairly certain she couldn't be repaired the same way.

"Well its not like they can get much worse, maybe there's some other way out of the room? Or maybe we can cut through the vent with someone swinging you?"

"She does speak the truth." He realized he didn't know their names, but that wasn't important now. Even if the sword somehow knew his, had they met before? It wasn't that important. Richard grabbed the sword with both hands, in case it would struggle. He could try to negotiate, but quite frankly, he didn't have the motivation nor time for that. "If we get out of here alive, I'll find someone to fix that. For now, we really need to get that vent more open." He then plunged the sword into the vent, determined if not particularly skillfully. He made sure not to get it stuck again, and opened a bigger hole, big enough for him to get through. Considering he was the largest of the three, that meant all of them could get out from there. The smoke continued to go into the vent, and the room started emptying, even if a little more smoke was added from somewhere else. He let go of the sword, making sure it was hovering before he did. Dropping it would probably cause it to stab him or something like that.

After a while, it seemed to have cleared out enough for them to get through the vent without getting too bothered by the smoke. "I'll go first to make sure there's not too much smoke on the other side. Unless, any of you want to do that?"

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

Jean glanced about the interior of the building, determined that there was nothing glaringly unusual, then turned to Aaron.
"Nothing. Doors?" he asked, nodding towards the several doors around the room. "Old building. Lots of rooms. Easy to hide. Be careful."
It wouldn't be the first time Jean had turned from hunting to being hunted in a building like this. He wasn't aiming to experience it again.

 

[Terratina.]

Before he had a chance to talk Richard out of this nonsense or even struggle, the buffoon grabbed the sword and plunged poor Eligor into the vent again and sundered the metal with heavy, but unskilled blows. Throughout the process, Eligor shut his eye tight. This was just another moment he would have to block out. Worse even than the time... No he would keep that memory repressed in the depths of his mind. Instead he just made of list of all the things he would do the annoying scientist at another time. 'I'll sent him to the pits of Hell, see how he likes that as a place to study! No. I'll impale him again and again. Yes --"

However, his thoughts were cut off by another's influence, '

Now now, we have need of him.

'

He groaned and waited until the ordeal was over and was soon free to simply hover beside the two humans. If only his hands weren't so tied! Bound to a lump of metal, bound to D.I.C.E., and now bound by oath not to kill a worthless human. But he had to let that anger out, if it was a fire, the blade would be white-hot with fury. It was a shame it wasn't. He sighed and took a deep breath. Not now, she was right. Why go for the small fry when you could wait and go for the bigger catch? Richard was talking now anyway, it would be impolite to interrupt him, "I'll go first to make sure there's not too much smoke on the other side. Unless, any of you want to do that?"

"No, not after that. I will just hover here wondering what D.I.C.E. will do to someone who is guilty of two counts of property damage." Eligor curtly replied.

 

[IFS]

"I'll go first to make sure there's not too much smoke on the other side. Unless, any of you want to do that?"

"No that's fine, you go first, just be careful not to cut yourself some of that sheared metal looks sharp," in truth she was more worried about cutting herself, but if he went through first without hurting himself then it should be easy to just follow in his steps.

"No, not after that. I will just hover here wondering what D.I.C.E. will do to someone who is guilty of two counts of property damage."

She laughed a little at that though she tried to cover it up, the sword seemed quite annoyed with being used to hack through the vent.

"I doubt they'll be too concerned with property damage considering the entire base is on its side, I wonder if their insurance covers that?" she said jokingly.

 

[DarkRawen]

"No that's fine, you go first, just be careful not to cut yourself some of that sheared metal looks sharp,"

Richard looked at it, it seemed like it could be painful if he did. However, if he got out, that didn't matter much. "I'll be fine, it couldn't do too much damage." The swords as well said that it didn't want to, as well as commenting on Richard having destroyed property. Before he could answer, the woman spoke.

"I doubt they'll be too concerned with property damage considering the entire base is on its side, I wonder if their insurance covers that?" she said jokingly.

Richard wasn't sure if the sword had referred to itself as well, since it was two counts, so he said; "I'll get someone to fix you should there be a problem. I'm sure I could use my position for something." There had to be some sort of merit to having such a position, since people made such a big deal of being the head of Division 6. People couldn't possible want it for the responsibilities, that was illogical and strange. "I'll be going then." He started crawling through it. It was a tight fit at his shoulders, and his left shoulder got stuck, but he managed to force his way through, ripping part of his sweater, and cutting his shoulder slightly. It hurt, but he had felt worse, so he continued. When he was past the cut open area, it was easier, if still a bit of tight. The woman shouldn't have much of a problem, however, and obviously not the sword either. When he had crossed over, he looked up. The smoke went out a door, leading into a hallway. He stood up and examined the cut. It had been deeper than he thought, the area around it had blood on it, but he was fine. It was almost gone either way. "It's safe. I think we might be close to a way out."

 

[IFS]

"It's safe. I think we might be close to a way out."

"Your shoulder's bleeding, are you ok?" she asked, noticing the blood, she managed to squeeze through without hurting herself, but his cut looked rather deep, it was certainly bleeding a lot. Although it also seemed to be closing, she had seen DICE agents with healing factors in the infirmary before, she wondered if he was one of them. Still she started looking for something to bandage the cut, she supposed she would have to tear off part of her sleeve.

She was also curious about his comment about his position, he looked to be a scientist so she wondered if he had any pull in that department, perhaps he could help her convince the new division head to accept her proposal?

 

[DarkRawen]

"Your shoulder's bleeding, are you ok?"

He turned away when he noticed she was looking at his wound. There was a reason he wasn't too fond of doctors, hopefully she didn't know anything. "Yeah, It'll be fine." He noticed that the sword hadn't gone through yet, was it annoyed still? Richard figured they should wait for it, so talking to the woman would probably help pass the time. Besides, he had noticed she was looking around for something, and he was a bit curious as to what that was. "So, I don't think we ever told each other our names. I'm Richard Johnson, Head of Division 6." He hesitated, this was a situation where she didn't know who he was. But he'd have to face it soon, there were no way out of it currently. He smiled, and tilted his head. "I just got the position. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand. "So, what are you looking for?"

 

[IFS]

"I just got the position. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand. "So, what are you looking for?"

Her eyes went wide with shock when he stated his position, "I, I was looking for a bandage sir, for your shoulder, I uh, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you sir, I'm Mary Guerir, I'm sure you've seen my file by now."

She wasn't sure how to handle this, she had never met him before and he was not what she had expected at all. She supposed she should figure out how best to tell him about her request, but first she would need to see if he already knew about it.

 

[DarkRawen]

"I, I was looking for a bandage sir, for your shoulder, I uh, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you sir, I'm Mary Guerir, I'm sure you've seen my file by now."

She seemed to have gotten quite shocked from him mention his position. Richard frowned, and let out a sigh. "Richard is fine, I'm not used to formal stuff. And I'm sorry, but I was just hired, so I haven't been able to take a look at much at all." He looked at his shoulder, it was healed now. "And my shoulder is fine, there is no need to examine it further." Would this be how people who didn't know him would treat him? It would, wouldn't it? Between his dislike of DICE, and dislike of responsibility, he really wanted to change the topic. However, what file had she been talking about? Was it something interesting? He wouldn't lose anything by asking, at least. "Well, anyways, what was that file about?" He examined her again, was there a reason she wore what she wore beyond being a doctor? Was she even a doctor?

 

[IFS]

"Well, anyways, what was that file about?"

"Erm, well si-Richard it was about my abilities, I wanted D6 to study them further, I suppose there will be more time to discuss it later since we should probably focus on getting out of here right now," she pushed aside her mixed emotions of excitement, hope, and anxiety for the moment, discussing her proposal with him wouldn't do them much good if the building burned down around them.

"Well I suppose we are waiting for that sword to catch up to us, it seems a little bent out of shape, in more ways than one, what do you think we should do Richard?"

 

[Terratina.]

Eligor huffed through the hole, wishing his arm, or leg or something could force its way out of the crack as this was a situation that appendages were built for. The little nook created by Richard's action didn't help things either. But he just lashed out on the walls in an effort to get rid of the pent-up anger that consumed him. It reminded him of one time went a plucky knight decided to use him in one battle in the fifteenth century, one were there was an awful lot of talk about roses and plenty of battles to match. The look on the knight's face was priceless went Eligor stirred from his sleep while in battle. Nothing like severing limbs to relieve stress. Nevertheless that was in another time, in another time and right now he had one annoying scientist to deal with.

"I believe we should get our bearings," Eligor said in a rather threatening way to Richard. But inside was utter calm. They had been through smoke but all Eligor wanted to know was: where was the mirrors?