foolishmortals | ENDGAME GROUP 1: Hellscapes (Log 1)

ENDGAME GROUP 1: Hellscapes (Log 1)

Now then.

[The initial groups have begun to disperse, and Ghostave and a group of stalwart young heroes remain seated right where they are.]

One of the things we’re looking for is supposedly in The Underworld. I intend to use this opportunity to speak to Hades as well, about his intentions.

...As well as find this “other box” that he seems to have so casually mentioned. Do we have any questions before we venture forth?

(ooc: if you’re in group 1, this is one of your logs!)

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-- Yeah, that's him! We're his managers.

Edited 2018-03-12 17:26 (UTC)

[so panic is...cowering a little.]

...O-o-of course Hades would bring him here, just like the others!

That's right. So, blocking our way is starting to sound like a real bad move, huh?

...I-is he here to fight? That's...he's not gonna beat me up, is he?

Well, that all depends on if you move or not, doesn't it?

Yeah, c'mon. Don't want him to miss a match.

...Right, right. Of course. Right this way, M-mister Cricket.

[and he steps aside.]

[PUSHES HIM JUST FOR GOOD MEASURE AND THEN GETS BACK TO BOOKING IT]

[Pistol fingers as she passes.]

Excellent choice, my dude.

[and now we're running.]

[Points at his eyes, points at Panic's eyes..]

Think about what you've done.

[Quickly hopping after them.]

[This is a large stadium, handily matching the rest of the underworld’s aesthetic. There are numerous food stalls all around the place, seemingly content with selling disgusting things like grilled lizard livers, bones in a bowl, and hot dogs that have ketchup on them.

It’s bustling, and though it doesn’t seem as though anything is happening down there yet, there’s certainly a major event going on here.]

Hm... [well if they're pretending to compete, they need to find the backstage area. let's look for doors.]

[This "employees only" door looks like a good start, right?]

[hell yeah we're going in.]

[Casually kicks the door while munching on a kebab made of... things that might be meat?]

[Might be.

This is largely a winding river of tunnels and hallways, filled with demons that back away at the sight of Jiminy Cricket. Though, eventually, there's a huge door staffed by a lizard-like man.]

Eh, he's here for the fight, right?

[Oh my, you're a lizard.]

You bet! He's here to fight, and to win. I'm sure you already know what he's capable of.

[He looks like he wants to cry]

[Ssssshh we can still make this work]

[Pssh.]

Up against the weaklin' he killed? Sure. But against this new guy they've got, he don't stand a chance.

[There's a large ding. The ringing of a bell.]

That's yer cue. Get out dere.