(You know Phantom, you really do make me wonder sometimes, and perhaps, reflect.
I would also like to return to concrete work, however, he will probably be knocked out one way or another soon, so there might be stifled commands. I removed quotes in this one, since they wouldn't have helped him understand the connections any better...and would have taken valuable time.)
You feel ill.
Your breathing is wheezy.
You are thirsty.
Everything hurts about equally.
You are unexpectedly relaxed.
>Phantom: "I've really been waiting to say this. Farewell. I shall take my leave now to help a man on his Expedition. One last thing to say, I don't believe you will last any longer, have fun rotting to death in a building the rest of your life." [Sound of picking up a briefcase, and the sounds of metal boots walking across a cement floor, and finally a door closing.]
You continue staring at the demon, expecting the usual out of the Phantom voice. You are surprised, to the point of backing against the wire, and disturbed, to the point of not noticing the heat. For twelve whole seconds. 'We will see about that,
bane.' You sit up and stand immediately, willing away the blindness, pain, light-headedness, and pain. You walk to the door as steadily as possible, then yell 'Ggaaaaarrth!' Then enter a coughing fit.
(Voice: Deepish, with the soft/rounded tone borne from "laughing often and [too] much" that plays counterpoint when serious.)
>Cheddarius: "Listen. That guy did not have your best interests in mind. It's better he's gone. I have your best interests in mind. I won't rant or argue. I'll just give you advice. Firstly, are you holding anything of use? Strengthen your mental defenses. Try to find something close to you that you can use to attack the glob. Maybe grab a loose brick from the fireplace to throw. Can you get the wire? It's hot, I know. But you have scales. Can you smash it free?"
You ignore the new voice, just
slightly too angry right now. You get back up and
call for Garth.
You're quite sure you've lost your voice now, and probably damaged your hearing in such a small space. Now shaking heavily, and glaring at the door, you will it to open. No, you will it to
melt! "!", you breathe, failing to call Garth's name again.
>Phantom: "Shut up and never talk about me again."
A pause, and you just collapse again, now transitioning from shakes to convulsions. "
Damn you Phantom."
You are unreasonably, seethingly angry.
Your breathing is wheezy.
You feel very hot, with a drunken kind of glow.
> You said you'd take your leave. Do so.
Your glare hasn't left the door this entire time. You're going to get out of this stone pit, walls and ills be left behind.
>Phantom: "I shall leave if you agree to never talk or think about me again. And you may not write about me either."
> Done.
Just stay gone.
>Phantom: "Very well then, I'll leave. Have fun leaving the Iknan to his death or insanity like all other adventures."
Gone.>RAM: "you could consider calling for help..."
What do you think I just did?
> So...
> Deduce that you have gone completely insane and both the voices in your head and the demon aren't real
You have no problem with this. You don't care if it's real. You said to yourself that you would get out, and you're not one to go back on your word.
> Decide drinking the tea might help you forget the voices
You get up very slowly, still shaking and jerking, and grab the tea pot, spilling some. You smile at the door. It just moved.
> Thrash like a freaking punk rocker in the direction of the smell of the tea. Alternatively, just crawl there.
You suddenly feel every detail of your wrappings, your ring, the weight of your hood, every errant scale and thread, the weight and texture of the pot, where you socks do and do not touch, the texture and shape of the floor, the hundred smells in the air, the thousand colors around, and every bit of damage you have collected. The tea pot shatters on the floor as you go rigid; but both only make it worse. The stronger smell of tea, the slightest sound of different fractures, little shards hitting you, and all your individual muscles changing shape.
You feel the movement of air, and step back before the door hits you.
> Drink tea
You try and focus on the guards face, but are lost in more details. Damn your senses!
You are not drinking the tea, you are leaving. Garth turns slightly to look towards you as you stand up and walk out the door. Your body feels sluggish, and there is great stress on your toes as you rake your claws along. You are in a long hallway, and there is a torch at the end that lights up a T-intersection.
>Armok: "I'm very real."
You turn to walk down the hall, but find yourself dragged to what's now your left. This, along with some noise you can't understand and your tail beginning to slam into the wall, overloads your senses again and confuses you.
> If you haven't had the tea yet at this point, something's gone wrong. Either way, if you heard that, wouldn't that be exactly what the voices in your head would WANT you to think?
You just can't think.
> Firstly, are you holding anything of use?
Nothing.
> Strengthen your mental defenses.
None.
> Try to find something close to you that you can use to attack the glob. Maybe grab a loose brick from the fireplace to throw.
You finished hitting the wall, and the guard, Garth, is now coming after you. You spend the next moment, coming from the wall, to remove his helmet and throw it at the door in a way where it should bounce off the door and one wall to hit the corner where the slime thing was. Your body's objection uses all your might, and you black out.
You are unconscious.
> Can you get the wire? It's hot, I know. But you have scales. Can you smash it free?
You are unconscious.
>Phantom: "... After checking on this. I can make the inference that you're screwed. Even if you survive the demon."
You are unconscious.
You are screwed.
>
Very well then, I'll leave.
You are unconscious.
You are screwed.
>Phantom "He still gets on my nerves. Look, observing this and making a report is fine by me, but not by you I believe."
You are unconscious.
You are screwed.
Phantom should be gone.
> Sorry, it seems I misunderstood the agreement. So we'll annul it, then? You can talk in the thread however you like, and I can mention you.
You are unconscious.
>Phantom: "I don't care anymore."
You are unconscious.
> All right, then.
You are unconscious.
>Cheddarius: "Listen, I think you should start ignoring Phantom's 'instructions' from now on. They don't seem to be much but saying you're not going to get out alive.
And what about those questions I asked earlier?"
You are something like unconscious.
>Phantom: "Yeah, everyone's against me in everything. For example. Me: Hey! Let's not touch the pool of acid! Someone else: NO! TOUCH IT! Guy we're suggesting to touches acid and burns hand."
You are something like unconscious.
You are full.
> Yeah, people do stupid stuff. I've done stupid stuff. However, the solution to this is not, in fact, calling everyone stupid.
You are unconscious.
(Want to add those queued commands now? :] I'm finishing while rather tired, so there are probably errors. It also means I'm going to bed, then coming back to a minor flood of chat that will encourage me to procrastinate again.)
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