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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
//tl;dr at the bottom
This week was all about getting the mineshaft working again, right? Johannes had talked about it in the meeting and the weekly tasks were all about it, so it made sense for Gray to end up down in the mines, examining the place and trying to see what he might be able to do. It was... Rather unfortunate that he'd overlooked the part where they weren't supposed to do anything alone.
Being with someone else wouldn't have changed what happened to him (unless they were smart enough to realize that the area around them was unstable and strong enough to drag Gray back to where it was safer) but it might have made this more bearable.
For you see, as Gray wandered into the uncharted, unstable tunnel, and as the ceiling collapsed a dozen or so meters behind him, as the tunnel went from dimly lit to pitch black, he panicked.
Most people would if they'd been trapped in an unstable tunnel with no light and no supplies, deep enough that they had to pray that the noise and shaking would tip off their groupmates to the danger. Especially ones that were so horrifically afraid of the dark.
A piercing scream tore itself from Gray's lips, loud to him but would be muffled to anyone that was somehow close enough to hear it. He shrugged off his backpack and with shaking fingers, blindly rooted around until he found the matchbox. He'd already used up about half, and he wound up breaking the first one he tried to light, but he didn't care. On his second try, he got the match lit. He was breathing heavily and shaking, ending up sitting hunched over on the stone ground, staring at the little flame and trying to collect himself. No one was down here with him, no one was going to kill him.
He leaned back, his neck bumping into a protruding bit of rock. If he had his wits with him, it wouldn't bother him in the least. But he was barely keeping himself from pissing himself from fear, and for a split second he imagined the barrel of the gun pressed against him. He spun around, but wound up extinguishing the flame. With a sob, he lit another match, being much more careful with it this time.
"Th-there's no one down here with you." He told himself, getting to his feet and picking up his backpack, finally starting to move towards the collapse. The words weren't all that comforting to him, though, since he was trapped underground. "No one's going to kill you." No one human, anyway. Which sent him down an entirely different, even more fucked up rabbit hole.
It had been dark in the closet when Diana died, but it was the nightmares that followed that really made the teen afraid of the dark. Nothing human was down here, but Lord only knew what might be lurking deeper in the tunnel.
He'd reached the collapse, and with one hand started clawing at the rocks and dirt, trying to do anything to get through, trying different places, even putting the match in his mouth so that he could use both hands. But nothing. "Help!" He screamed, beginning to shake again. "Someone please! Help me!" He was going to die here, wasn't he? He was going to die, and for a little while people would remember his name, but all he'd be was a cautionary tale. "Don't be stupid like him", they'd say. "Gray died going into those tunnels". He didn't want to be remembered for that. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to be in this hellhole.
OOC: there's no need whatsoever to match my muse here. Basically, Gray wandered into an uncharted, unstable tunnel and it collapsed, trapping him. I didn't really get into it much in the ic portion because Gray was freaking out about the dark (of which he's terrified), but the collapse was pretty loud and the ground shook, which should alert people that something happened. Yeah. Most of that was just him panicking.
ICly people are going to need to try and dig him out, and until he's freed my posts are gonna be retro c:
this is also his 100th post too. eyy
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17]General:
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB — Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 15 years | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Member of the Flintlock Lodge
Relationships:
▪ Panromantic | Pansexual | Still figuring that out
▪ Single | No crushes
▪ NPC x NPC | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Generally puts on a friendly front and cares for those around him, but still holds them at arms' length and is very hard to get close to. Very awkward when flirted with and doesn't really like it, but becomes quite flirty when drunk
Important Facts:
▪ In no way shows that he was born female, does everything possible to hide it (such as binding) and wears clothes meant for men. Without him stripping, it's pretty much impossible to tell that he isn't biologically male.
▪ Low-key history nut.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
— Gray is about medium height at 5'6", and very thin and lanky. He has gray eyes, and off-black hair cropped into an undercut. Under his left eye he has a beauty mark, and there are a few scars on his medium-brown skin, and there are more under the slate gray bandanna, hoodies and jeans the gangly teen tends to wear.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none
Interaction:
▪ Still in training | Medium physically | Medium mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission
▪ Prefers to fight with a sword
▪ To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
[align=center][size=9pt]Calum had more interest in the mines for the time being compared to Moksha. Moksha liked factories. Whatever Calum found in the mines would impress Moksha into coming to check them out for himself. Until that day came, Moka would rather sit out in the woods and find nice terrain to scout around or awkwardly walk around the lodge. Cal could tell he wasn't comfortable. Calum was, though. There were rabbits here and he was going to claim one of those soon. He'd save it for when Advay showed up again, and give it to him as a present... or maybe just keep it for himself and give Addy a baby bunny. Advay loved animals.
As Calum paced down into the mines, a huge rumble caught his attention, sending him stiff. Immediately, his mind went to the worst sorts of places. Was it a chain reaction? He turned and hurried out of the mines, staring back at him with his pace ever slowing as he realized that the thunderous noise had stopped. So...just one cave in? He stared into the gaping entrance, his face pale and his skin covered in goosebumps. As soon as he decided that it was safe, he made his way down. Down far enough to start hearing the shouts of... someone. Someone?! "Hold on," he shouted back, his eyes flying around to try and see where it might have caved...shit, there were heavy beams there and...
"Moka!" He turned and ran, a bolt of lightning charging out of the mines and towards the lodge, all while screaming for Moksha, yelling at everyone he passed that there was a cave in and someone was in there!
Moksha found him before he found Moksha. Grabbing him by the shoulders in a hard stop, it made Calum's teeth rattle. "Shut the fuck up, already," Moka bellowed, irritated by Calum's shouting. All the same, he seemed calm, and oblivious to the thing Calum had to say. So the blonde, still a foot off of te ground and being held up under his armpits, rambled off the problem, the emergency to Moksha.
And boy could Moksha move. Calum found himself on the ground and staring after the kicked up snow of Moksha hurrying down towards the mines. If there was one thing Moka cared about it was survival of all.
Moka arrived as fast as he could, breathing heavily and his face red. There was a vein bulging in his neck, but despite that he hurried down into the mines, where a few NPCs were trying to dig out dirt and rocks. Moka turned and pulled his jacket off, tossing it aside and pulling his sleeves up to his elbows. Pushing the NPCs haphazardly aside, he grabbed onto the first beam and pulled, dragging it out of the dirt with his shirt pulling against his shoulders as he flexed to put his entire strength into moving the massive beam. He managed, though, and he jammed it in a place that would keep anything else from falling. "You," he spat, looking at an NPC, "Hold this damn beam. Don't move and make sure it doesn't either."
And after that, he started digging, and soon enough Calum joined him too.
Narin had felt the ground shaking, but she'd just assumed it'd been a landslide or mini avalanche or something. They were up in the mountains, weren't they? She was still getting used to the quirks.
But the panic sent her spinning and eventually she joined the crowd near the mine, where there were already a few people trying to clear the rubble. She thumbed her pistol wearily, but after a moment she crouched down and started clearing rocks out too.
She glanced at Calum, not knowing the man very well but he'd gotten here before her so he probably knew what happened.
"Hey, what's going on?" Narin asked, obviously confused but keeping calm well enough. She had no idea someone was trapped in there, or else she would've been much more focused on her task.
[align=center][size=8pt]Calum's eyes flashed towards Narin, looking frantic. "T-there's someone under all of this," he managed to say, looking like he was having an anxiety attack. He went back to digging, his hand shaking. Moksha, on the other hand was sturdy and accurate, throwing dirt behind him and jamming rocks in places that they would support the walls as he pulled them out. Very few were large enough for him to do that, so the smaller got tossed back with the dirt.
Calum started to seem like he wasn't doing much...so Moksha turned and picked him up by the arm like a child, shoving him away from the pile and making room for someone who wasn't shaking so bad. "Go get blankets, Cal," Moksha commanded, and off the younger went.
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
There had to be at least a few tons between Gray and everyone else, which would take a bit of time to clear out, even just a spot big enough to allow him to escape. But for the trapped teen, any time in this dark tunnel was too much. He could hear muffled voices, and the sound of people working. "Help! Please!" He yelled again, though it was pretty clear they had a good idea that someone was stuck. "Get me out of here!"
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17]General:
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB  Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 15 years | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Member of the Flintlock Lodge
Relationships:
▪ Panromantic | Pansexual | Still figuring that out
▪ Single | No crushes
▪ NPC x NPC | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Generally puts on a friendly front and cares for those around him, but still holds them at arms' length and is very hard to get close to. Very awkward when flirted with and doesn't really like it, but becomes quite flirty when drunk
Important Facts:
▪ In no way shows that he was born female, does everything possible to hide it (such as binding) and wears clothes meant for men. Without him stripping, it's pretty much impossible to tell that he isn't biologically male.
▪ Low-key history nut.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 Gray is about medium height at 5'6", and very thin and lanky. He has gray eyes, and off-black hair cropped into an undercut. Under his left eye he has a beauty mark, and there are a few scars on his medium-brown skin, and there are more under the slate gray bandanna, hoodies and jeans the gangly teen tends to wear.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Interaction:
▪ Still in training | Medium physically | Medium mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission
▪ Prefers to fight with a sword
▪ To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
The mines were going to be Johannes' next focus--he had wanted them to work on stabilizing them, using them for storage and shelter--but as he went out to get a look at the situation they'd be dealing with, he found a much bigger problem. He wouldn't have known had it not been for the rumble he'd felt, and soon after Moksha, tearing into the mine. He followed, dread in the pit of his stomach.
The giant was frantically trying to dig what seemed to be the collapse of...a lot of rock. Stone and dirt, even some of the beams of the old shaft had snapped and made up the thick wall of rubble. His companion was digging too, and Johannes felt a shiver go through him at the sound of a voice, faintly coming through.
Gray. Johannes swallowed, vicarious fear flooding into his system at the thought of being trapped--they had to get him out. Now. But...He stepped back, almost bumping into Narin, when he paused, staring at her a moment. And another moment. He needed to know what to do.
Then he did. "Moksha, stop!" The man was terrifying, but it didn't stop the dictator from reaching out--not touching, only trying to get his attention. "Everyone--please--we need to get him out but--we can't just--this is going to make it worse. It's going to cave in here or--or somewhere else. We need to take this--a step at a time, please." He sounded almost frantically quick, stumbling over his words, but for once his mind felt reasonable, not calm but not reckless--just working as fast as he could. "We need more people and we need to make sure this doesn't end up killing all of us and we need to talk to him." He paused, looking around quickly at those gathered. "Narin--Calum, someone, please just go--tell everyone I'm going to hold a meeting, we need everyone." Even if they didn't--they needed everyone aware. "Is it--it's Gray, isn't it--" Of course it was. "Gray, can you hear me??" He called, knowing they must have heard him scream, or something--maybe they could communicate.
Sinking fast,
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.3;;"][align=center]WHEN PREMISE EXPLODES AND THE ROOM STARTS TO SHAKE
[sup]played by firebird updated 7/15/2017; everything added  links?[/sup]
• JOHANNES ANGELICUS || JOH/JOE (yo or jo pronounced)
• agender (he/him) / ace and greyromantic / single
• 28 && ages whenever i feel like it
• If you have any tropes or something, they go here??
• Generation _1_ / Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus / parents deceased / Katja Angelicus (older sister) | Aida Angelicus (niece)
• Dictator of Flintlock Lodge
• No romantic relationships
• Friends with Rudolf
• Johannes is asocial and has a hard time chatting; though he doesn't dislike people exactly, he's anxious in conversation and has an anxious stammer. It's easy to knock him off balance. However he is rather placating in conversation and tends to just listen and agree.
• link to biography
• link to pinterest board • link to playlist
• if you have any other links, put them here??
• HUMAN | HEALTH: 90/100
• APPEARANCE, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum.
• ACCESSORIES, SHORTER PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis.
• INJURIES: dogbite on left leg, mostly healed.
• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
• PERSONALITY, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci.
• ANY DEVELOPING TRAITS OR INFORMATION GO HERE?? SMALL PARAGRAPH.
ran from his sister at 14 when she poisoned their parents, who were starving them
has pervasive developmental disorder
• 85/100 PHYSICAL | 60/100 MENTAL | 80/100 POWER DEFENSE | 65/100 P. OFFENSE
• Difficulty is determined on a basis of skill, with an opponent of the same size and life experience, and without the use of powers. Will obviously fluctuate with different opponents.
• STR: 9/10 PER:8/10 END: 9/10 CHR: 5/10 INT: 7/10 AGL: 6/10 LCK: 5/10 FOR OPPONENT OF SAME SIZE
• Talk more about this skills here.
• Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed. AND ANY ATTACK NOTES.
08-02-2017, 11:29 PM (This post was last modified: 08-02-2017, 11:31 PM by MOKSHA..)
[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha didn't even seem to notice Johannes until he touched him, even then he almost took a swing at the guy. He glared up at the leader with fire in his icey blue eyes, a sheen of sweat on his face. "I'll get in there and hold the damn beam up, I don't care," he snarled, "He'll suffocate," he said harshly. If he hadn't been in such a tight space with so many people he probably would have decked Johannes' right then and their. His sleeves were dirty and his hands into tight fists. Calum seemed scared for once, more so than just a little nervous like he usually was. Obviously now was not the time to mess with Moksha.
All the same, Calum moved and hurried out into the mines and went running, shouting at everyone he passed to hurry up and head to the mines, that Johannes was holding an emergency meeting.
Moksha didn't seem happy at all, he didn't keep digging but he wasn't moving either, staring at the beam like he could suddenly come up with some better idea on how to get Grey out of there now. Clearly he couldn't think of anything that didn't demand immediate action, and since he wasn't in charge he couldn't pull any of them off. With a loud snarl of irritation and a string of angered cursing, he stormed out of the mines to get some air. He was feeling light headed and he had a pounding headache.
Johannes took a visible step back--looking up at Moksha, it was hard to stand his ground and harder to speak. Still, he managed to find his voice, after taking a short panicked breath. "He won't. There are--there are vent shafts. We're going to make sure they're cleared and--we'll--"
Moksha was gone. Clearly the stress was getting to him--not that Johannes could say he was any different--just..less angry, and more terrified. Calum was letting people know--thank god. Though yelling wasn't his strong suit--he took the time to yell, hoping it would make it's way to Gray. "We're going to get you out--Just--sit tight. Please. We'll get you out. You'll be okay."
Sinking fast,
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.3;;"][align=center]WHEN PREMISE EXPLODES AND THE ROOM STARTS TO SHAKE
[sup]played by firebird updated 7/15/2017; everything added  links?[/sup]
• JOHANNES ANGELICUS || JOH/JOE (yo or jo pronounced)
• agender (he/him) / ace and greyromantic / single
• 28 && ages whenever i feel like it
• If you have any tropes or something, they go here??
• Generation _1_ / Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus / parents deceased / Katja Angelicus (older sister) | Aida Angelicus (niece)
• Dictator of Flintlock Lodge
• No romantic relationships
• Friends with Rudolf
• Johannes is asocial and has a hard time chatting; though he doesn't dislike people exactly, he's anxious in conversation and has an anxious stammer. It's easy to knock him off balance. However he is rather placating in conversation and tends to just listen and agree.
• link to biography
• link to pinterest board • link to playlist
• if you have any other links, put them here??
• HUMAN | HEALTH: 90/100
• APPEARANCE, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum.
• ACCESSORIES, SHORTER PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis.
• INJURIES: dogbite on left leg, mostly healed.
• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
• PERSONALITY, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci.
• ANY DEVELOPING TRAITS OR INFORMATION GO HERE?? SMALL PARAGRAPH.
ran from his sister at 14 when she poisoned their parents, who were starving them
has pervasive developmental disorder
• 85/100 PHYSICAL | 60/100 MENTAL | 80/100 POWER DEFENSE | 65/100 P. OFFENSE
• Difficulty is determined on a basis of skill, with an opponent of the same size and life experience, and without the use of powers. Will obviously fluctuate with different opponents.
• STR: 9/10 PER:8/10 END: 9/10 CHR: 5/10 INT: 7/10 AGL: 6/10 LCK: 5/10 FOR OPPONENT OF SAME SIZE
• Talk more about this skills here.
• Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed. AND ANY ATTACK NOTES.
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
Faintly, he could hear yelling. Was that Johannes? For a split second, Gray looked away from the match he was gripping, then quickly returned his gaze to the light, entirely entranced in the little flame, too scared to look away for long. "I-I can hear you, Chief." He called shakily as the fire climbed down the match, licking his fingertips. He barely flinched. "Get me out of here! Johannes! Don't leave me!" Tears were running down his face, and he realized he was shaking not only from fear but from cold as well.
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17]General:
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB  Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 15 years | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Member of the Flintlock Lodge
Relationships:
▪ Panromantic | Pansexual | Still figuring that out
▪ Single | No crushes
▪ NPC x NPC | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Generally puts on a friendly front and cares for those around him, but still holds them at arms' length and is very hard to get close to. Very awkward when flirted with and doesn't really like it, but becomes quite flirty when drunk
Important Facts:
▪ In no way shows that he was born female, does everything possible to hide it (such as binding) and wears clothes meant for men. Without him stripping, it's pretty much impossible to tell that he isn't biologically male.
▪ Low-key history nut.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 Gray is about medium height at 5'6", and very thin and lanky. He has gray eyes, and off-black hair cropped into an undercut. Under his left eye he has a beauty mark, and there are a few scars on his medium-brown skin, and there are more under the slate gray bandanna, hoodies and jeans the gangly teen tends to wear.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Interaction:
▪ Still in training | Medium physically | Medium mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission
▪ Prefers to fight with a sword
▪ To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
