SithBaker

Morris was very suspicious of the giant, but with it having proven its good intentions outright, there was nothing much he could say. "What a freakish sod." He just thought to himself. "Just how many adventurers has it eaten so far?" Morris looked at the boy "It was a fluke that we made it in time boy - ugh, Ixidor? Once one of them bites, they all bite I reckon. They get excited quite easily. It s like opening a bag of crisps to them." He grinned, turning his eyes to the giant briefly before setting them onto Ixidor again. "So now the cat is our pal, and the mouse a foe. Interesting. Never struck me it could be this way."

Well, nobody bothered to tell Morris their names, so I kinda have to grasp at straws.

Morris was sure to be ahead of the cleaning lady and the others, ready to intercept anything dangerous, his Browning prepared to fire. He assumed the child had some abilities that would justify bringing her for the battle, but he still didnt trust her in the matters of selfdefence. When they were nearing the spot where he heard the voice, he made clear that "The monster should be just ahead."

I have got an issue with the word barely. I am fairly sure you wanted to expess the meaning "nearly", because barely sounds as if those fifteen meters were no big deal.

Really?

Great! Now you can keep cooperating with us after I shoot you in your bloody face.

Morris comes back rushing, with a worrisome look on his face. He has his Browning out and prepared should he need it. In a voice that is clearly held down, he announces: "I am afraid one of your bloody pals might have got got into trouble with a nasty monster ahead!" He sounded a bit angry perhaps. "Don t panic, stay quiet so we can sneak up on it. I figured with you lot around, we could take it down. The freak is even worse than those undainty things. A real arse that runs around eating whoever is around in these tunners. The things included" Morris was especially comteptful about the monster.

Morris came closer to where he thought he previously heard the noise. He had been hearing more along the way as well, but then he heard something else. "...tle ones, there are very many of you. Panik very hungry. He will get youssss soon." He halted on his tracks, being as such also able to hear the shifting of its gargantuan body. After having seen it a few times, he felt a bit annoyed, and a bit less thrilled, but it was still dreadful enough. "Bloody hell, I just hope those pals of theirs were bright enough to hide away. Well this is just brilliant!" He mumbled to himself as he snuck back alongside the wall. He had to warn the group, if only to get more people to deal with the monster. And keep the cleaning lady safe.

Morris looked at the child with the eyes and face of somebody without the slightest shred of idea how to deal with kids. He was fully oblivious to any irregularities, as the interaction with the child was odd enough to him. He just hoped that his scarred face did not look too terrifying to her. "Uh, and who might that Annie be? Another of your pals, I presume." Morris looked in the other way, to the tunnel. "Did the others venture off before I came?" He didnt like it, people fooling around in these tunnels. Somebody could attract the attention of these things. "Well it s ´right, it ought to be fine so long they aren t barmy; we should hear it first before it comes after us..." He mumled to himself. As the party argued, Morris had a feeling he heard a faint echo of somebody yelling. "Ah, bollocks. Can t they belt up a tad." He turned onto the group "Ehm, excuse me, but I ve a feeling I can hear somebody... yelling... That s no good, you mustnt be loud around these parts, all kinds of crap comes out when you are." Having said that, he took out his browning and went ahead after the source of the noise.

"We need to move, this circle must be dangerous, and we're sitting ducks." "I'll slow you all down," "Well we certainly ought not to fanny around, but... well this place is not that dangerous, but go up ahead, and there is a bunch of... those ´undainty´ things." Morris stressed the word undainty with unusual disgust, and gestured roughly in the same direction the boy left as he said it, he then saw Marcus come. His attitude towards the stranger had then almost gone back to normal, but he couldnt help slipping an ocassional stare at the woman who had cried before. Luckily for him, the other girl decided to help her at least stand, so he didnt have to do anything he would deem too drastic for having just met her. "It's good to see other people in here!" "Hiya, how many are you lot? I haven´t even asked for your names yet, so bear with me a tad and get on with... the formalities before you wander off." He extended his now vacated right hand towards Marcus. "Name is Morris, what would yours be?" ... "Rats," Morris thought to himself, "do determined people really fancy killing each other so much? My ol´ company would tomfoolishly stab each other like it were the way they feted Christmas." For a moment, he chose not to interject, as he had no idea how the strangers ran their group. He merely took a step back and stretched his limbs a bit while he had the time.

Thank you kindly. It s great to feel welcome.

Morris gave Rose a concerned look. He chose to answer the question first, though. "Lilith... I ve seen her turn my... company as well. They rushed to their deaths... ´cause they thought could do her in easily. Mugs. I was luckier to come across a woman... Meridian; she sent me here..." A kinder expression briefly crossed Morris´ face. "She said that the way I was, I had to press on." He then turned to Rose. "Is what s happening to you a... renumeration for your power? You seem under the weather..."

"Uh, sorry, my manners" Morris muttered, as he quickly put his gun back into its pouch. "Morris! ...my name is Morris, I ve been stuck for a while here," he paused there as if to make a point. He then shook hands with whoever was willing. He looked at the hole they came from. "Hmm, that s not the way I came in here," he said after looking at it for a second. "I am almost sure this is a different hole. How did you guys get here?"

Morris blinked as she cleansed herself. That display of obvious magic made him remeber where he was, and woke him up considerably. He shook his head, removed his hood, then shook his head again as he repeatedly cleared his throat. He then proceeded to rub his eyes with his left hand until he could see properly. The procedure took a minute or two, and was by no means perfect. He was still hunched and his mind was a bit cloudy, a flimsy overcast at least. He looked at the two ladies, and realised that during the whole thing, they had plenty time to notice the gun he was holding in his right hand. "I... am very sorry... for your loss."

Morris ignored his surroundings, just chasing the source of the weeping sound he had heard. After while, the weeping was interrupted by two voices. They were female, that much he could tell, but after not speaking to another person for weeks, he had a bit of trouble telling what they we saying. He rose his eyes. Before him was a pair of women, one of which had just writhen out of the others embrace just to nearly fall to the ground. The same woman also had tears all over her face. Morris tried to speak, but he suddenly found his tongue and mouth very stiff, and so what he said was barely audible. "..hi ah you crying?" He managed to very slowly stress out the more important part of the qestion. He couldnt help but to stare at her with both his eyes, and his silvery, cloudy eye made this look even more odd than it already was.

Why do you think I made a character with strong femme fatale?

Morris was about to peek across the corner of his hole, when he heard a more gripping sound; a woman weeping. He immediately felt tension in the entirety of his body, as his every muscle was telling him that he had to... protect? check on it? whether its Bridget? "No, no..." he shook his head. He has to stop thinking these crazy thoughts. But he also has to go and see what is going on. He emerged from the hole, holding his Browning behind his back and inconspicuously walked alongside the wall towards whatever was awaiting him. ___ /Morris should now be visible to whoever is looking in that direction/

Morris Darcy Morris sat with his back leant against the wall in a nearby hole. He had been sitting there for a while now, just staring at the irregular ceiling with a blank expression. “How many days’ve passed since I got here...” he couldn’t answer himself, and as such, he produced a pack of cigarettes. “Just a fag left, huh?” He grinned in disappointment as he said that with the filter already stuck in between his lips, and stroke the flint on his lighter. There was no end to this place, and he had a bad feeling he might have been going in circles. Orientation sense was never something he had. He sniffed “I cant stand this bloody smell of garlic bread! I am gutted, out of cigarettes and nowhere near finding the way out. Like hell I can find my way out on my own, tche, that lot, mugs, just sprinting to their deaths! Even I could see we couldn’t beat Lilith like that, not by a fluke.” He opened his pouch and counted what he had left. “One lighter, eleven 12mm rounds, four Browning cartridges, and absolutely no tobacco left.” He took his cigarette out of his mouth so that he could exhale the smoke properly. “I would flog my soul for more of this.” It took a few minutes before he finished it. He nonchalantly threw the stub away. “Something very undainty will eat it eventually, and lick the floor around it clean, I am sure.” The nature of this realm was not for him. Gluttony was a sin he had never indulge in, as his lean body would imply. But with each passing day, he became more apathetic of his fate, before settling in this hole of a place. He legs and bum hurt after so many days of seldom moving, and after a long while, he was finally forced to stretch a bit. That woke him up enough to hear a... “A gasp. Somebody had inhaled nearby!” he focused for the first time in days, and could faintly hear steps, and something that sounded like very dimmed voices. He reached to his Browning, quickly evaluating his situation. Then, he very slowly shifted to the edge of the hole.

I have had very positive experience with free for all roleplays (however unstable and unnreliable they be) thence my belief that gamemaster is the least important part of a roleplay. Of course, in a functioning open roleplay, everyone sort of performs the role of a host. Somebody has to shoulder the majority of the story-creating burden, otherwise the RP will become very sluggish, but that said, in the end the GM is just another player with more characters.

_____________ Welcome back Notus!

Since I expect this to start running tommorow in the evening, I think I have to make a slight modification first. A friend of mine pointed out that carrying around a weapon such as Jacke is absolutely pointless unless you are also carrying something conventional too. That will be one Browning HP handgun for me, if Notus does not veta it.

I dont see Mitrille anywhere in the OP...

Maybe I should have taken superbragging as my superpower...

My hand is quicker than your eye. And my eye is quicker than your mind.

I cant wait to make it to the list!