Korb scrambled to his feet, his claws scratching the floor. Threatened. He felt threatened. His tail lashed to the side, in similar manner to how a cat would if annoyed. He took a step back for his own good.
Gatzi, meanwhile, decided this wasn’t her fight. “Oh my,” she said, raising a hand slightly and backing away. She wasn’t interested in the results of this fight, so she turned away, wandering off to the kitchen.
Ash it always feels like Peregrine ends up fighting with my characters))
(What can I say, she's a fighter)
He put on his own sword, and attack her faster than she could retisger(?)
Pulled out*
The girl, of course, being Peregrine
The sword only grazed Peregrine's arm, and blood seeped from the cut. She still managed to block his sword, easily holding it in place with her own.
Mashka turned her head as a girl came into the kitchen.
"Do you know where the library is?" she asked warily.
"I think there's one down here," said Myra pointing, " But this house is so big I can't remember… No it's this way." she pointed the opposite direction and she ran down the hall trying to put as much distance between her and the murderous psychopaths as possible.
Gatzi shook her head as she walked in, searching the room. “No, I only just appeared in this place not too long ago. I presume you also just appeared here?”
Mashka snuck after Myra. The hallways were dark, but Mashka was used to that; she plucked at Myra's sleeve and turned a corner. The two of them eventually found the library, a great room with cosy furniture, a fire in the hearth, and best of all, bookshelves upon bookshelves upon bookshelves, complete with rolling ladders.
Mashka relaxed. This felt more like Mansion.
(New character time!)
Peppermint fell into the kitchen, a doll in one hand and a lollipop in the other. The girl couldn't be older than six or seven, eight at the most. She heard shouts coming from the living room, so she started wandering in that direction, lollipop in her mouth. Her dress, white with pink swirls, bounced as she walked, and her hair, white-and-pink to match her dress, swung back and forth.
Spectra fired the gun at alison mutiple times, hoping to hit her but you can't predict what will happen, that's just op.
Myra gasped at all the books, momentarily forgetting to be scared, she pulled one of the shelf and flipped through the pages, smiling ridiculously.
Ash, I'm not gonna be active tomorrow))
(That's fine, don't worry)
He took the bullets in his chest for allison
Myra heard the gunshots and dropped the book. "Do you have a phone? Call the police."
She glared at him firing more at him hoping they would up through him.
Mashka was wandering the library, looking at all of the books. So many books. She had read most of Mansion's; there wasn't a single book there that she wasn't familiar with. But these books - these books were different, new. She recognised a few titles and covers, but paid them little attention, instead grabbing a book off of the nearest shelf, sprawling on one of the couches, and opening it.
She looked up when Myra spoke, confused. "What's a phone?"
(Lel the police would be like "oh my gosh you again?")
Korb felt a hiss escape from his mouth, though the lower half of his face was still covered by his scarf. Gunshots were not exactly familiar to him, though he’d heard the noise before. And he hated it. He shook his head.
Gatzi opened the fridge, nonchalant about what was occurring in the other room. She searched it.
Peppermint peered through the doorway, barely jumping when she heard gunshots. She passed through the room, walking behind the person wielding the gun, and emerged in the hallway, still clutching her doll. She wandered the mansion's halls for a while, before coming across a library. She roamed the vast room for a while, before coming across a book of fairy tales. Standing on the tips of her toes, Peppermint was just able to reach the book, and lugged it to a nearby chair, where she sat. The chair seemed to swallow the girl, as it was immense compared to her. She set the book on her lap and opened it, occasionally turning pages.
Mashka looked curiously at the little girl who came in, but said nothing.
The bullets didn't do shit. You couldn't hurt him if you tried. "Its pointless."
"maybe I just like seeing the bullet holes in your chest, if I shoot enough hopefully I will breath the other side of you and hit the pathetic waste of breath. Or ya know, you could move?" She glared at him with a huff, throwing the empty gun at the ground and crackling her whip lashing at voz.