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Post by Michael Faith on Jan 18, 2011 17:03:34 GMT -5
Foster laughed gun still held in tightly in his hand. "Good, but you still broke the rules and for that I must punish you." he said, slightly tempted to pull the trigger and blow up Michael's head. "Your Punishment is that you can't work together for the game your on your own." he said smiling. He removed a hand from his gun and pulled out three cards. Duel Monster cards, "In my hand I have three Duel Monsters cards they are: Dark Magician, Speed Warrior, and Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Each symbolise a different path, but the same game." he mused. "After you get Michael out of the bear trap CAREFULLY, and SLOWLY. You'll each pick a card." he said.
Michael groaned, as he waited for someone to help him.
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Post by locke on Jan 19, 2011 13:14:48 GMT -5
Locke sighed again. She almost wondered why she couldn't just break the trap with a good hard kick, for it looked rusty and old, but it didn't take long to understand that if she was too hasty, the albino's actions could cause Foster to kill Michael. The busty Tora moved forward and took a hold of the Kuma's trapped leg to examine it. The jaws of the trap were clamped around his calf, thankfully not on the same leg where he'd been shot. Still, this made his chances of surviving whatever game Foster had planned quite slim, especially if they weren't allowed to help each other. After a moment of study, Locke took the trap's jaws in her hands and swiftly pulled them wide apart.
"Move your leg," ordered the albino. It wasn't a matter of getting caught again; the trap and already been broken by Locke's forceful movement. It was a matter of getting out of there as soon as possible. After this, no matter what the little brat had planned, there would be no more 'gaming' for Michael. "Go get your card, and I swear to God that if you take Speed Warrior, I'll break your arm." Speed Warrior meant a path where one had to be fast, most likely. If that was the case, Locke would be easily best suited for the job.
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Post by Tekka King on Jan 19, 2011 22:55:37 GMT -5
Tekka crept from her hiding spot, not moving quickly both out of fear from the gun and from possibly enraging the psycho holding it. Luckily for her, Locke was helping Mike and she increased the speed of her creeping, managing to arrive near-silently by the albino. "I'll take Blue-eyes." She said quietly. "It's probably got something to do with power, and Mike's gonna have trouble with anything but brains by this point. He'll have to take the Dark Magician." Tekka had a very good idea that she was going to be pulverized in this round.
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Post by Michael Faith on Jan 20, 2011 17:57:28 GMT -5
Michael slowly moved towards the card the others told him to pick, taking the spellcaster card he moved back to the others.
Foster tossed Locke and Tekka there cards, "Locke picked the path of the Warrior. For this Locke you'll need to keep on your toes and be fast and skill for." he said, "Tekka you picked the path of the Dragon, for this you must be strong and deadly or death shall be your end."
He then looked at Michael, "You got the Spellcaster as your path this you'll need to use your mind and not your impulse. Please turned towards the Maze behind you. It has three openings each marked with your card. Have fun." he mused. Foster gave one more helping words, "Also the Maze is made of prety hard rock, I was going to give you a litte something to help you guys. But since you broke the rules you can't say a word to one other. If you do I'll press this button." the teen pulled out a black remote with a red button in the cneter of it.
"I'll blow the whole thing up." he said
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Post by locke on Jan 21, 2011 12:59:19 GMT -5
"What is it with this bloke and bombs...?" sighed Locke, turning and locating the opening marked with the image of Speed Warrior. From what the albino could see, the path was riddled with loops, jumps, and suspended platforms. The Tora looked back at Michael and Tekka, wanting to wish them luck, but not wanting to risk getting blown to bloody bits. There was no way of telling exactly how powerful the explosive Foster planted was, or where it was planted. He could have had several rigged throughout the maze, including near the entrances. Locke took a position like that of a track runner on the Spped Warrior carving on the ground and prepared to take off.
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Post by Tekka King on Jan 22, 2011 14:38:38 GMT -5
Oh she was dead. Dead dead dead dead dead. How was she supposed to win in a contest of strength when she was such a shrimp? As a thief, her main objective was to be fast and sneaky. She relied more upon her wit and reflexes than on any brawn she may have been able to develop. Sighing while her thought trailed along the same path as Locke about the bombs, she headed for the Blue-Eyes marked path with a cloud of impending doom hanging above her head.
((OOC: Alright, what are each of the courses supposed to be like? I'm too curious not to ask.))
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Post by Michael Faith on Jan 22, 2011 19:31:54 GMT -5
((OOC: Just discripe what yours looks like. I'm to lazy at that moment to do it myself.))
Michael made his way to the entrance marked with the Dark Magician. He looked inside and his had very little light compared to the others. He groaned of course he had to get the card where his brain was the key part. Not that Michael was dumb, he just didn't see why he needed this card.
Foster chuckled, "The game is simple, get to the exit without losing your life. And because I'm such a nice person I won't give you a time limit on how long to take. "Just remember no talking to one other." he said, "Level Start!" he shouted.
Michael began down his path, hearing a click as he made the first step. Suddenly, two holes opened up on the side of the maze. Fire soon began to shoot out. Michael cursed to himself, not even two seconds in, and he was already at the first road bump.
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Post by locke on Jan 22, 2011 19:46:27 GMT -5
Locke took off with as much speed as she could muster, and was rewarded with the satisfaction of knowing that her agility was already coming in handy. Without having to dare to look back, Locke could tell something heavy was rolling after her, and with the fact that the first stretch was downhill, that meant it was rolling toward her fast. Fortunately, the albino was greeted at the bottom of the decline with a set of rapidly turning conveyor belts that were angled up toward the other side of a large (and seemingly bottomless) pit. With an extra burst of speed, the Tora hit the conveyor belts and was rocketed upward, coming to a landing on top of the opposite wall and turning just in time to see a giant boulder smash the conveyor belts and fall into the pit.
"He built this all himself?" wondered Locke as she turned around to see what lay ahead of her. To her chagrin, it was the first of what appeared to be many loops carved into the rock of the maze. "Little bugger must be some sort of alien..."
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Post by Tekka King on Jan 22, 2011 20:11:03 GMT -5
Tekka decided to take her time with her path. After all, who hurries to the electric chair, right? She walked forward slowly, what was she gonna have to face? Moving boulders and wrestling bears? She sure hoped not.
Her walk was somewhat uneventful for the first eight steps or so, then she wound up at a wall. a crash behind her alerted her that yes, her other exit was blocked. There was the glint of traps off to the sides. So the only way out was up, great. Tekka examined the wall and noted the hand and footholds. Simple enough.
She hoisted herself up the first three and then felt her foot moving. Her eyes widened as she realized that the hand-and-footholds were moving. The thief growled, half in pain, half in frustration as she dangled there. A hissing made itself apparent and another look down revealed scales. Snakes. She shuddered. Why did it have to be snakes?
A few minutes of trial, fear, and error (as well as a twisted wrist) later, the Tora found herself on the other side of the wall. Obstacle one? Clear!
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Post by Michael Faith on Jan 22, 2011 20:34:02 GMT -5
Hot hot hot, was all that Michael could say as he jumped through the fire. Which now that he thought about it wasn't a smart move, he sighed looking around. It was still so dark, he could hardly see right in front of him. Alright so he needed to be smart, find a way to light his part of the maze. Michael looked at his jacket, and then back at the flames coming out of the wall. They seem to only get smaller as he waited. So he didn't waste anytime taking his jacket off, and placing it in the fire. Setting his favorite jacket a flame. With that the fire stopped, and he heard a slam. His only way out now was to actually get out of the maze. Sighing he held his burning jacket out in front of himself as he walked. It had become easier to see, as he turned a corner however a table could be seen.
Along with it a robot like man. Three cups line the table and a small red ball. On the head of the robot was a gun. Level with Michael's head, "Great." he whispered. The robot than spoke.
"My challenge is simply, find the red ball and move on." slowly the robot put the ball under a cup and mixed then up. This time moving much faster, Michael groaned.
"Pick a cup, you have thirty seconds to pick. Before the gun goes off, also if your wrong the gun will go off."
Foster chuckled, "Having fun yet'?" he asked.
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Post by locke on Jan 22, 2011 20:57:30 GMT -5
Locke took a few deep breaths and did a few stretches before taking off again, her course marked for the base of the giant loop-de-loop. She had neglected to keep looking down, and was therefore surprised when her velocity was greatly increased as she zoomed up the stone path. Why was this so scary? The tall Tora had been able to run straight up the Enerdy Tower, right? Right. So it was no wonder this part of the stage was a cakewalk.
"Whoooo!" cheered Locke as she cleared the loop and ran along the path toward another gap. Again, it ended in an incline, but no hyperactive conveyor belts were there to aid the albino warrior. Instead, there was a set of three horizontal poles, all at different heights. Locke let herself be taken by the momentum of the run and found herself swinging in complete circles around the first pole. She launched herself off of the pole before everything got blurry and up became impossible to determine, hoping that she would land safely. To the Tora's surprise, she had managed to grab the second pole, and was in the process of repeating step one. By this time, the third pole was easy to manuever, and Locke was on solid ground once again.
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Post by Tekka King on Jan 22, 2011 21:50:36 GMT -5
Tekka's next obstacle appeared to be a sheer cliff face with an entrance to a cave prominently placed. Figuring that this was her next challenge, she gauged how much of an idiot Foster thought she was and decided to skip over the cave in favor of climbing the cliff. Inconvenient? Yes. Probably a shortcut? Totally. Easy? Hell naw.
The tiny thief looked over to a row of trees nearby (the only ones with easily-reachable branches) that were about ten feet from the cliff at their trunk. They wouldn't make a great jumping point, however, if she could get up high enough and find a thick enough branch then she'd be able go from tree to tree and skip an entire obstacle (or set of obstacles) and get to the end quicker and with fewer injuries.
Plan in mind, the young Tora began climbing her decided tree, ascending swiftly. At this rate she'd be there first! Though... that wasn't necessarily a good thing...
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