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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 8, 2006 0:44:27 GMT -5
Xexilia sees, vaguely in the darkness, a large cresting to her right. It seems there might be some caves that direction, and indeed she can feel a rise in the terrain. It seems around ten miles away. (Her senses would give her information across a planet, but she is currently being blocked.)
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 8, 2006 1:15:35 GMT -5
She walks with hastened steps towards the possibility of caves, inwardly wincing at the thought of her suit dying out at the long distance--as well as her own energy depleting. However, she made a strong attempt to brace herself and continued.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 8, 2006 1:24:56 GMT -5
Xexilia walks in darkness once more, as she had so long ago. The ground is unforgiving and the air is cold, though now her environmental shielding protects her. She is even comfortable for now. She strides... Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot... Right foot is failing to come up. She is stumbling into something.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Aug 28, 2006 14:35:32 GMT -5
Quietly thanking her shield, she reaches out with her hands to see what she stumbles into in the dark.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Aug 29, 2006 0:26:56 GMT -5
The effect seems to be a small sinkhole, about ten feet down. Xexilia is far too strong to be harmed by such a danger, so it simply does nothing.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Oct 22, 2006 3:07:28 GMT -5
OOC: And Zenexoria laughs in the background!!
Xexilia pauses at the sinkhole, curious of it, but continues on so long as it proves harmless to her, beginning to march her feet faster to get to wherever the darkness was leading her.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 22, 2006 15:18:47 GMT -5
You mean, Xexilia climbs out of the sinkhole. She continues forward. Finally she senses just barely a cave, warm and inviting.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Oct 29, 2006 22:35:14 GMT -5
She sighs with immense relief, even at barely, moving towards it with some greater speed.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 30, 2006 2:50:55 GMT -5
Xexilia feels a warmth within the cave, an artificial one, as if a flame of some kind.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Oct 31, 2006 2:05:14 GMT -5
She tries to find the source of the artificial heat, wandering into the cave.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 1, 2006 3:12:23 GMT -5
The source seems to be low to the ground, rather like a set of large candles.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Nov 3, 2006 2:09:50 GMT -5
Xexilia moves around the heat carefully, hoping not to step onto or knock over anything, tilting her head down a bit to sort of "look" at the candles.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 3, 2006 16:59:36 GMT -5
They are indeed large candles, probably red, Sith alchemical in nature.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Nov 8, 2006 0:52:37 GMT -5
Her head turns swiftly, trying to pinpoint any sounds or scents, looking for Darth Maul, or whoever could have set up the candles. "Um--D--Lord Maul?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 8, 2006 2:18:56 GMT -5
At the moment, her call is returned by silence and an echo. The cave seem somewhat large but not... cavernous.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Nov 16, 2006 23:00:49 GMT -5
She turns her body to the warmth of the candles, considering perhaps staying close to them, or walking elsewhere in the cave.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 17, 2006 21:03:11 GMT -5
The candles continue to emit their heat constantly. Near them there is a soft pillowy mattress with sheets.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Dec 5, 2006 23:59:03 GMT -5
She seems rather confused by the mattress, tempted to simply collapse there, but wondering if there was a catch--though she definitely couldn't resist just sitting down on it.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 6, 2006 7:34:48 GMT -5
The likelihood that there was some kind of behavioral catch seemed pretty profound, but at the same time Xexilia could not detect any obvious traps, and there really wasn't much worse that could be done...
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Post by sithofmacabre on Dec 6, 2006 20:10:01 GMT -5
After a moment, she lies down with a "perhaps for a moment" mumbled aloud, asleep within minutes.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 22, 2007 23:37:48 GMT -5
Xexilia has fevered dreams: Flies swallowing planets and spewing forth stars, serpents swallowing their own tail... And then she feels something heavy pushing into her stomach.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 3, 2007 23:15:52 GMT -5
"Ugh--" She wonders at first if the pressure on her gut is part of a night-terror, trying to wake up to prove it right or wrong. Her hands reaching out to see if she could push the heavy thing off.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 6, 2007 2:31:44 GMT -5
She feels cloth and underneath it rough, powerful yet somehow pliant material.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 9, 2007 2:06:20 GMT -5
Confused by whatever she was holding, she opens her eyes and looks up. "Wh...?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 16, 2007 1:23:52 GMT -5
OOG: You remember that you're BLIND here, right?
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 18, 2007 21:12:49 GMT -5
OOG: But you tend to kinda tilt your head up either way...
...Her eyes are stitched...Never mind, I'm on crack.
Uh, ignore her opening her eyes--she just tilts her head up slightly with the same response.
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