Anyone who finds themselves on the second floor as the clock strikes midnight tonight will find themselves awaken (or, if awake already, thrown) in a very different place than they were before. Instead of rooms inside of a house, there's nothing but the inside of a broken toybox. The floor is wet, several centimeters of water at its shallowest, a foot at its deepest. There's no door to the outside, and even those Contracted to Chains with the ability to come and go freely from the Abyss will find themselves trapped in this place.
If you're lucky, you might be able to find an ornate room to sleep in. Just ignore the talking dolls.
The residents of the first floor will find no changes to their surroundings, aside from the fact that the staircases that once led to the second floor have temporarily disappeared. Though, they might hear sounds from some unearthly place when then Trumps begin to attack.
But really, to the Will, it's all in good fun.
[ooc - feel free to use this post as a place to mingle within the new mansion!Abyss, or make your own post! have fun!]
feel free to kill a Chain or let Break save you. :D
A couple of the Chains turn off then, however, as they notice new prey nearby. Yes -- they're heading right toward you.*
He'll just be running now, derringer out, determined to make his shots count. If a derringer is even enough to kill these things.
One of the Trumps cuts him off and he shoots it in the middle of the face.]
Liam-- Are you all right!?-- *he doesn't spare the time to actually look at the other man, gaze jerking instantly back behind him where the rest of the Chains are still in pursuit*
I'm fine--
[And then he sees the rest of the Chains. He might have actually cursed uncharacteristically if he could find his voice. They're too far away for his derringer to be of any use, and he's not about to wait for them to come closer. When he does find it, all he says is,]
Run?
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It was sheer luck that Break had fallen asleep in his clothes the night before he woke up to this obnoxious place or else he'd be running around in his pajamas in addition to being barefoot, and something's already got him once -- he's managed to get some makeshift bandages around his right thigh, but they're messy and bloody. He looks exhausted, tattered, and like he would so rather sit down and sulk than deal with any of this shit right now.
He's also carting around a bottle of what looks like vodka, which he found God knows where in this place, and which has a long bit of fabric firmly affixed to the opening. At the sight of the Chains on their way, Break actually rolls his eye, and goes to fish some matches out of his pocket.
Molotov cocktail time, bitches. Those dolls have enough ruffles on them to go up quite nicely, and hopefully run into a few other Chains while they're flailing around~]
Is that who he thinks it is over there!?---
Oh, this day just couldn't get any better. It doesn't occur to him to pay attention to the bottle of alcohol in the other's hand; all he notices at first is a single dubiously-civilian Break standing there staring down a pair of Trumps. Abandoning his bit of cover even as the rest of the gang surges up behind him, he breaks out into a flat run, leaping up and channeling power into his blade--
One Trump gives an awful screech as its lower body is shorn in half, all four limbs flailing wildly. Break barely manages to duck one giant arm as he stabs at the thing's head.*
[Need help? Some of the larger Trumps scatter at Jack's order, but the dolls and spider-legged creatures remain. They're easy to dispatch with a sword; it should give Break a breather.]
Break stifles a couple small coughs and eyes them for a moment, but when they don't immediately attack, he glances back in the direction of that vaguely familiar voice*
...A friend to Chains, are you, Lord Vessalius?
*his gaze flicks back and forth between the human and the still-encroaching Chains, the grip on his sword hilt very hard*
Re: feel free to kill a Chain or let Break save you. :D
Eques.
[A moment later, there is a whinnying and the creatures are engulfed in violet flame.]
He still hasn't gotten used to Shelly having a Chain in the first place, but even as his heart is threatening to leap from his chest with dismay that she's here too, he's abruptly turning on his heel to take advantage of the backup. A couple of the Trumps and many of the lesser creatures are tangling with Eques, but several of those huge hands are still reaching out through the flames toward him -- he sparingly summons some power as he hacks his way through the mess, at the same time searching around for the familiar form he knows must be somewhere nearby.*
uh. well.
hands plunge into one of its eyes and it howls as canterbury rips it out, crushing it into dust in its hand. the sight of such maiming seems to make the other chains realize what they're dealing with, even if they didn't recognize him in human form, slowing and even stopping in sudden fear for their lives.
even as the trump flails and shrieks, canterbury holds on, ripping and tearing and laughing until the trump's face is unrecognizable. until it collapses into dust.
canterbury remains there, then, as if daring another chain to attack break, laughing hysterically under his breath. --it's impossible for break to see from behind, of course, but tear streaks cut paths through the dust and blood. ]
cee... ; ~ ; *A*
Softly, he rests his hand on the other's shoulder, doing his best to keep steady despite the excess of adrenaline.*
...Caught you up too, did it?
*he speaks the obvious, and pauses, and just swallows a little. He usually likes the Hatter's laugh, but this is. Well.*
In fact, he was just about to pick off one of the Chains harassing Break when they turned on him. He gets the first Trump dead on, but those spidery things leap past it as it howls and falls. They're too fast and too close, and he only manages to graze one of them with the next shot.]
Liam-- have you been hurt?--
Sharon. He would do anything to save Sharon.
Easily, Baby morphs its features into hers and SCREAMS.]