(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

(I can get that...You can also smoke pot for recreational needs. There's pretty much nothing else to do when you're not outside.)
(Time to get out of this world, or go to another part of it?)

Johnny waved back at Wolva and kept walking up the bone-and-flesh staircase, the hum growing to more of a whum-whum-whum noise as he scaled the tower. After three minutes of walking, he reached the top, where-surprisingly-there were no guards for whatever power this was.

And what a power it was! The noise-maker, the thing sending the beam through the tower, was a pure black, glowing stone floating in mid-air. Leading to it was a gap in the railing around the balcony, with a floating, equally glowing stone platform with an odd symbol on it. Nny debated standing on a possible trap, but decided to finally jump over to it and reach out for the glowing stone...

[miraphoenix]

((*shudders at the thought*
Another part. I still have ideas....))

Finally finishing with the makeshift shirt, Wolva slipped off the armor, glad to finally be rid of it. Sliding the shirt on, she wished she'd had a bit more time to really clean off the hide. It is a rather interesting skin. Pity that it's so pale... the mutant thought, not really liking the way it reflected all of the light. Ah well. Beggars can't be choosers. Loping up the oddly squishy staircase, she hoped that there wasn't anything unpleasant waiting for them at the top....

[Wormgod]

(Yeah, seriously, you can have up to 4 ounces n your person, and as long as it doesn't look like your selling it, you can get away with that much pot. Crazy, eh?
Okie-dokie!)

The second Johnny touched the orb, the beam died and the orb disappeared. He frowned and looked at the empty space, then yelped as suddenly the air itself caught fire, spreading to everything around him. He didn't notice how he himself was on fire as he tried to run away, but the fire didn't hurt him. He ran into Wolva as she was trying to come up, and suddenly they teleported somewhere else...

(That's what happens when you grab a Sigil stone--the stone thing making the noise-when your in a plane of Oblivion. Everything catches fire. I almost sh** myself the first time that happened...I thought I had to try and get all the way back out before I'd burn.)

[miraphoenix]

((That is crazy.... Both parts of it....))

Wolva yelped as everything caught fire, including the air. Turning to run, she felt something that could only be Nny crash into her, and felt the sensation of being pulled somewhere else via teleportation. I must have 'ported a hundred times with 'Crawler, yet that feeling is still one of the weirder ones I know.... she thought, just before she was spat out into a new place.

((You want to describe, or should I?))

[Wormgod]

(You make this world. Also, I'm playing on a superhero MMo, and I'm Nyarlathotep! Not the real one, of course, but I guy with that name. It's COOL!)

Johnny was not prepared for the feeling of teleporting at all. He shut his eyes and held onto Wolva like his life depended on it. The second they reached wherever they were teleported, he gasped in breath and squirmed away from her on the welcoming ground. The Sigil Stone sat not a foot away from them, now just a big black sphere with an orange glow, still making that whum-whum-whum noise.

[miraphoenix]

((Sweet!))

"That stone has got to be the most annoying thing I have ever heard in my entire life," Wolva growled, debating trying to cut it to pieces to try and get rid of the sound. Looking around her, she gasped in surprise and shock, not expecting anything like this to have appeared.

Before them was a vast lake of still, black water. Not a ripple marred the surface, not a plant grew on the shore. All was perfectly calm and silent, save the noise of the stone and the sounds of Wolva and Nny's breathing. Despite the serenity, something seemed deeply and fundamentally wrong; wrong in that way that makes you afraid to look behind you lest you see something out of your deepest nightmares. As Wolva watched, bone-white rock spires rose from the lake, spires twisted into eldritch patterns that seemed to twist and writhe as you watched. Still, the rest of the lake's surface was eerily still.

[Wormgod]

(Holy f*ck it's the Black Lake from Harry Potter mixed with Devil's Reef and the Deep One city that I can't spell or pronounce for the life of me....)

Johnny just grumbled and sat up. He picked up the stone and held onto it, amazed that such a tiny stone--only as big as his palm--could weigh this much, at least ten pounds. He held the glowing thing and pushed himself up, then stared out into the lake. He watched the pillars and shadows of things in the lake, seemingly unable to pull his gaze away from it. Something was wrong here, almost like the feeling he felt when he saw the Sigil stone in its place at the tower, but much worse. That tower and its creatures were just an annoyance. This was definitely life-threatening.

(OH! Here's the Sigil Stone, all powered up. It's the same not powered, just without all the fire around it.
http://images.uesp.net/f/ff/OB-Img-SigilStone.jpg )

[miraphoenix]

((This is something from a nightmare of mine, but I do agree; it seems rather Lovecraftian....))

Still staring in growing horror at the lake, Wolva didn't notice the shores slowly expanding outwards, didn't notice that she was now standing in water up to her ankles. The water was icy cold; so cold that it burned like white fire upon touching skin, so cold that it froze blood in the veins. Only now did small ripples form, pulling at Wolva's legs, guiding her deeper into the lake's frozen depths.

Above the lake, all stars had vanished, and the dead moon was nowhere to be seen. Still there was light, a green-tinged corpse light that emanated from the bone-white spires, but still no light brightened the lake's dead surface. The black water seemed to absorb the light, drinking it in as if it was the maw of a terrible creature.

[Wormgod]

Johnny didn't notice the water seem to expand out, almost trying to beckon them. Oddly enough, it seemed that the Sigil Stone did...As Nny held it, it grew colder and colder, like the water around his ankles, and then heavier and heavier until Nny finally dropped it. The stone was then pulled into the lake's depths, adding to the evil within.


(Ehh, fail.)

[miraphoenix]

Following the ripples into the depths of the dead lake, Wolva stared straight ahead, not noticing the extreme cold that penetrated even her thick pelt, chilling her to the bone. Surrendering to the pull of ancient evil, she walked straight ahead, even as the water grew deeper and deeper, the wavelets now lapping at her chest.

In the surface, the eldritch calm was broken by a single splash, a splash that sounded like a single small fish jumping from the surface, but no fish would live in these frozen waters. Something was waiting in the dark, lurking in the cold, waiting for its prey....