palace infiltration is go.

[ironwood]

Characters: Charles Xavier, Dorian Grey, Nathan Drake, Lina Inverse, Lois Lane, Morwen
Date: January 22nd
Location: The palace
Situation: Our intrepid band of heroes sneaks stealthily into the Emperor's treasure room...
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will add if necessary. Headers to follow!



[The Emperor's Palace is an unending labyrinth of white walls and silence. Both are eerie in and of themselves, but even footfalls go unnoticed here. Touching a doorway will see you transported to another area immediately, but even that is more of the same.

The white marble, the granite. There is nothing to identify the corridors, no one met along them. There is no sense of being on the first floor or the fiftieth. Time seems to slow to an imperceptible crawl, and speaking aloud produces no echoes, only the faintest of whispers.

Sometimes, you will enter into a small room. These rooms are often lavish, with small cascading waterfalls that pool in a carved-marble tub. They have beds, desks, a wardrobe, but no windows. You might find another wanderer there, or you may be yet alone.

Slowly, inexorably, you are stumbling your way towards the treasure room.]

Comments

CORRIDOR;

[ironwood]

[Perhaps this is the first person you've seen in what feels like hours. Call to them?]

[dragonswag]

[ Lina's been wandering through the halls, keeping a light spell ready wherever she might need it. She's being wary for traps, because dammit, places like this are always booby trapped. Still, she's a little giddy, because it's the palace, and how did she get this lucky, anyway? The place has to be loaded with valuable information and artifacts.

But it's just plain creepy in these empty halls, and she doesn't like the way her shoes barely make any noise, and she's having an extraordinarily hard time keeping track of where she's already been. She'd kill for a map right now. ]

[noneofthisnonsense]

[Two redheaded magicians walk into a palace...

Morwen is skimming along on her broom, sitting side-saddle and cruising sedately down the halls with her head at normal standing height (so about six inches farther above the ground than she's used to.) When she sees Lina, she murmurs something and the broom glides to a halt, but she stays mounted.]

Hello.

[dragonswag]

[ Lina knows a sorceress when she sees one, of course, but...her choice of transportation seems a little weird. Lina raises an eyebrow, hands on hips. ]

Uh, what's with the broom, lady?

[excessivehubris]

[Natural curiosity, perhaps some would term it nosiness, had lead Charles straight into the Palace when it had become obvious that no one was going to stop him. He'd been curious at the Palace and about its inhabitants since he first arrived on the turtle but as he had been advised back in the beginning, no one seemed particularly inclined to answer his questions.

Now, he had a chance to investigate! Granted the circumstances were perhaps not the best but he was about to let that stop him, especially when he might be able to find someone to inquire with as to their situation, both current and over all.

However, no matter how far he walked along, there was ... no one. It was eerie and even lifting his fingers to his temple and casting about lightly with his mind, he could not pinpoint any singular available mind to touch or call out too.

Vague hints, perhaps but no one specific. Still, that did not keep him from trying.]

Hello? Is there anyone here?

[noneofthisnonsense]

[Telepathy isn't entirely unheard of where Morwen's from. Nor is it common, so a clear voice in her mind that isn't her own causes her to signal her broom to stop smoothly in the empty hallway. She sits for a moment, feet dangling above the marble floors as her broom waits patiently for her to make up her mind. Which doesn't take long.]

Yes?

[While she has no hint of natural telepathic talent, Morwen's mind is disciplined, and her reply is as about as clear and strong as possible for a non-psychic.]