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| Out of the Frying Pan; Teon's Challenge | |
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| Topic Started: August 11, 2015, 6:43 pm (154 Views) | |
| Storyteller | August 11, 2015, 6:43 pm Post #1 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Teon’s room of Murderworld ![]() ![]() The first thing Teon would notice when opening his door was the heat. The room before him was a restaurant kitchen, or had been at one point. The air inside was stiflingly hot and smelled of burning grease. It was dirty and looked like it had not been kept up. There were tiles missing from tiled sections of the walls, the floor was dirty, and several of the light fixtures weren’t working. Most of the cooking implements had been removed. All the knives, tongs, silverware, pans, everything was absent. The only remaining equipment was the large stuff what was bolted in place; the ovens and steamers and tables. Every piece of equipment that produced heat was on full blast and an examination would show that they had been modified so that there was no way to turn off the gas. Once the door was shut behind him, it locked and a screen on another door lit up and showed Arcade smiling like maniac. “Welcome to my kitchen Instinct. I know you have an aversion to fire, but all the stoves and burners seem to be broke and I can’t turn them off.” He intoned, barely able to contain his glee. “The door out also seems to be locked and there’s only one way to open it. There are three levers, one in an oven, one in the middle of the stovetop burners, and the third under the grate of the grill. To open the door all three need to be pushed and held for a few seconds. Watch out, they’re a little hot. You have ten minutes to get this done or the door will stay locked and you’ll cook to death in here. Oh and I realize you can’t reach them all at the same time, so here’s some help.” The screen switched to black with a countdown in red numbers starting at “10:00”. At the same time, the door Teon had entered through opened and a factory worker and a police officer walked in. A search of the room would find no implements that could be used to push the levers and none of the sinks worked. Tag: Instinct Edited by Storyteller, August 19, 2015, 11:33 am.
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| Matthew | August 14, 2015, 6:33 pm Post #2 |
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Character: Instinct Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Murderworld: Teon's Room The door opened up into a kitchen of all places. Teon didn't need any super senses to know that. It was quite obviously a kitchen. Even a man who lived in the woods and fed off whatever he could catch knew what a kitchen was. There were some things people just knew, no matter how removed from most situations they were. Kitchens were apparently such a thing. So were bathrooms. And showers. That last one brought the briefest of hints of a smile to his face. Showers. Showering while Yoyo watched. Finding out that they were.... what? What were they? He still had no words for it. And as he thought more about Yoyo the less he wanted to smile. Somewhere nearby Yoyo was in a room. A room that Teon doubted would be as innocuous as a kitchen. And there was nothing he could do for his Yoyo. Right now all he could do was survive himself. THEN he could find Yoyo and free him, and THEN he could find Arcade and snap his neck like a twig. He had more immediate concerns at the moment though. Not only was he in a kitchen, but he was in a HOT kitchen. Again, super senses were not needed in order to sense that. The room was completely different in temperature from the outside warehouse. A wall of heat hit Teon as he stepped inside the room. Heat that only seemed to continue to rise as the door shut behind him. It wasn't just heat though. It was heat and fire. FIRE. Of all the things it could be.... Then it hit Teon, as the screen came to life and explained everything. EVERYTHING. From his codename to what he feared in life. Someone had found out everything about them. And they had used this information against them. This was an attempt to kill them. Using their own information. Because this was just how civilized people operated. They took what they knew. They gathered secrets and facts. Then they used it all for their own ends. Who cared what happened to anyone else. Who cared who it hurt as long as they got what they wanted. And when what they wanted was to hurt? Well then it was all the easier. Teon wouldn't give in that easily though. No, not at all. A police officer and another person joined Teon in the room. He sniffed deeply, smelt no sign of anyone who may have set foot in the room to set up such a trap upon them. Smelt no signs of what he smelt outside the room. They were, for the moment, to be trusted. More than the man on the screen at any rate. "We will not die," Teon stated flatly as he looked at the two people and then at the furthest of the buttons, the one under the grill. He stepped up to it and placed his hand into the grill, grasping at the button as the flames shot up his arm, and over his hand. The pain was intense. But the only other option was death. And that was NO option at all. He had taken the worst of the three options. Left the stovetop and inside the stove to the other two. The two options with more heat than fire. And he looked at the two in the room and waited. Because why would they NOT help him? Tags: Storyteller |
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| Storyteller | August 19, 2015, 11:22 am Post #3 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Teon’s room of Murderworld When the cop and worker entered in, they were surprised by the heat and recoiled back against the door, only to find it hot as well. They knew less than Teon, as Arcade's message and explanation of the room had only been played for Teon. As part of the dossier on the feral mutant, Ms. Coriander had mentioned he had trouble communicating so that was part of his challenge. The worker instinctively hid behind the cop who was glancing around, doing an assessment of the room. He noticed the missing tools, the equipment of full blast heat, the dials on the stove that seemed welded into place. He also noticed Teon and was trying to decide if he was a fellow victim like them. He was obviously part of the group of intruders that had entered the factory right before everything went to hell; in the case of their room almost literally. He had been one of the officers that had seen Wiccan and Gargoyle fee the workers from the... thing with the lightning whips. They seemed to have good intentions and judging by the way Teon was reacting to the room, he was just as worried about his survival as they were. Then he reached into a burning hot grill and just stared at them. It was disconcerting the way he looked like he was expecting them to do something. The worker cried out is surprise and fear and the cop bolted forward. "Holy fuck son, what are you doing?" Teon's position in his mind had just jumped from potential ally to bat shit crazy. Tag: Instinct |
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| Matthew | August 24, 2015, 12:22 pm Post #4 |
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Character: Instinct Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Murderworld: Teon's Room To say that Teon was frustrated would be an understatement. He really had no idea WHY he was in a room that was on fire standing with two strangers. He had no idea WHY some random man would assign him some random task and make sure the task was next to impossible to accomplish. That frustration was confounded by the fact that the two people he was trapped with couldn't decide if he was a threat or a complete lunatic. What ever happened to not judging people? Oh right. This was society not nature. You judged everything based on a first look, a perceived opinion. And you apparently didn't risk hurting yourself in order to save your own life either. Forget about acting in a way that would save others. Some couldn't even act to save themselves. Was he with two such people? Immediate responses from both seemed to suggest as much. They were in shock, or just plain dumb. "Not your son," Teon replied evenly and quietly after the man in the police uniform had spoken. "Instinct, and you?" Teon used all his social graces to play the introduce yourself game that seemed so common in society. Everyone needed a name. Everything needed a label. So tedious. Smells and sights worked better. Could people simply not remember what everyone smelt like, or even looked like? "Burn yourself, or we die," Teon explained that which he had assumed would need no explanation. Clearly he had been wrong. He had expected the people to want to live and to do anything to live. He had also not thought about how they would get hurt. "We will heal you later, for now burn," He added in as much detail as he could muster. It wasn't going to work though. The man couldn't even realize he wasn't his son. How could he realize how to save his own life? "Please?" He added. Society liked politeness. Maybe that would do the trick. Tags: Storyteller |
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| Storyteller | September 6, 2015, 4:02 pm Post #5 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Murderworld: Teon's Room Needless to say, the situation in the room was a shock to both the police officer and the factory worker. Besides the intensely oppressive heat, Teon was expecting them to know what to do even though they had received no instruction. The cop was the first to speak. He had training for crisis situations and it was kicking in. The man from the screen had told them there would be challenges of the physical and mental variety, well this certainly fit the bill. He could do it, burn himself that is, but in the current situation, the factory worker and possibly this boy would be depending on him for their lives so he wasn't about to cripple himself unnecessarily. He needed more details. "Instinct? Officer Kurz. I'll do what we need to to get out of here, but we weren't told what what that was. So we need to be burned. How badly or for how long? Does it matter where?" The man behind him was not so brave or willing. When he realized the officer was agreeing to them getting burned, he back away from the man, trying to find the coolest part of the room in his immediate area. "What?! Why?" His eyes were darting around, looking for an avenue of escape, but finding none. Tags: Teon |
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| Matthew | September 8, 2015, 8:15 am Post #6 |
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Character: Instinct Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Murderworld: Teon's Room Teon took a small bit of pride in the victory that he had accomplished by making the police officer at least realize that he was NOT his son, and that he was NOT in fact insane. It was hardly much of a voctory though. The man in uniform, nor the other man, were still willing to burn themselves, even if it meant they would survive. Until... the officer seemed ready. Teon sighed, though the sound was completely lost in the sounds of crackling flames and the now distinct sound of sizzling flesh from his own forearm. The officer WOULD burn himself. The other man WOULD NOT. Even the officer though thought it was all about the burn and not anything more than that. "No." Teon said simply and with a willful effort pulled his now badly burnt arm from the flames it had been encased in. Immediately the burnt flesh started to flake off, but at the same time, subtly around the edges, the wounds barely perceptibly began to heal, to react to his bodies own enhanced metabolism and healing factor. The pain was nothing, he could ignore pain. Maybe if the men saw him heal they would think things safer? "You will heal. So do it. Touch the lever, we get freed." It was likely the most Teon had said to the two men all in one go. And it was likely the most he was going to say to them. Stress of a bad situation did not make him talk more. Fear of death did not make him talk more. He simply did not work that way. Nature versus civilization. In nature you just KNEW what had to be done. It was instinct. HE was Instinct. "Do it. Now. I would for you but I can only do so much... sorry?" Even Instinct had to try to get others to play along sometimes though. He just hoped he could. Why couldn't everyone understand him like Yoyo did? Tags: Storyteller |
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| Storyteller | September 9, 2015, 2:42 pm Post #7 |
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Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Murderworld: Kitchen Hell The boy wasn't making any sense. "Lever, what... ?" He looked down and noticed what Teon's hand had been pressing. Pieces clicked into place in his mind. He started searching around for other levers. "Oh. If you'd just said there were levers it would have been faster. He found the levers and readied himself by one of them. Unfortunately the other man hadn't moved. The cop pulled out his gun and aimed it at him. "Get over to that oven and push the lever. Its hot but we have to do it. If we don't we die in here." That didn't spur him to movement, instead the man wailed and tried to tried to move further away. Despite his reservation to use force against an innocent man, the officer knew that he would have to force the man to save his life. He fired, the shot missing the man by about a foot and shattering several tiles on the wall next to him. There was a moment of silence in the room with only the hissing of flames before the officer spoke again. "Hold that lever right now or I'll kill you this instant and use your corpse to hold it down so we can get out." Reluctantly the man approached the oven, shying away from the heat pouring from it. His eyes straying from the gun pointed at him only to look at the lever. "Go!" Kurz commanded and pressed his own lever down at the same time as the frightened worker. There was a horribly hissing sound as their flesh melted and they started to cry out in pain, but both held their levers. It only took a few second but for the agony in their hands, it felt like forever. Then there was a loud click and the exit door swung open. As they were leaving Arcade addressed them through the speakers. "Well done. Good to see that our men in uniform can use excessive force to help people as opposed to just being racist. Please wait in here for a few minutes. Your dear Yoyo should be joining you shortly, assuming he passes his challenge." The door lead to a wood shop. The room was rather large and filled with all sorts of tools. Saws, drill presses, clamps, milling machines, cabinets full of wrenches and screw drivers. Everything in the room was covered with a fine layer of sawdust and the place smelled of pine and machine oil. One thing seamed out of place; a table in the middle of the room was covered with a pristine white cloth, free of all dust. On it sat a large empty glass beaker and stainless steel tray. After they entered the door shut behind them and locked, but otherwise there was no change. No message, visual or vocal, came from Arcade. For the moment they were left alone with each other. Officer Kurz was scoping out the room, looking for dangers and taking an inventory of the tools available. The worker found a corner to go cower in as he cradled is burn hand and whimpered. Tag: Teon Note: After Yoyo gets out of his challenge I'll add the two of you to one thread together. |
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