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Prihani, vexed by the locked door, decides to search through the drawers in the house for a key that might match. In the library he searches the desk. The desk has several items resting atop it: an oil lamp, a jar of ink, a quill pen, a tinderbox, and a letter kit containing a red wax candle, four blank sheets of parchment, and a wooden seal bearing a windmill. He opens the desk drawer and it is empty except for an iron key.
Paco knows the danger they are in. Putting his hands out before him he feels a heat rise up through his arms. And as it reaches his hands, as if he knows what is coming, he opens his hands wide. A large wave of flame roars forth. The beast seeing it coming lowers its head to protect itself. The flames roar around it burning and scarring its skin.
As the flames recede, it raises its head. It sees you. All of you. It squares up to you and shakes its head as if to shake off the embers and acid still on its skin.
And you all feel it. The same thought at once.
Here it comes.
Gosling, sensing the danger of the beast seeing them, steps forward and opens his mouth, letting out a vast spray of poison at the beast.
Nelly steps back petrified. This is something he’s only seen an Arrived do.
The Beast feels the pant of the poison in its eyes and mouth. It lets out a ferocious roar that nearly knocks you down. You have made it angry.
Prancy feeling confidence in seeing everyone else succeed decides to goad the confused animal. As it chases light emanating from its own body spinning around, Prancy yells out:
“Listen here you snarling beast,
We have come to stop you in your feast,
Your breath is rotten to the core,
You are nothing but an odourus bore!”
Hmmm. What a weird way to insult something. A song? Why had he chosen to do it that way? It just came out that way. Natural.
And the beast heard it. He spins violently in the direction of the voice. But as it does so, it knocks into a statue, toppling it over and surprising the beast. It shakes it off quickly though. And is now facing your general direction.
Florp seeing his opportunity, steps forward and concentrates on the creature as well. His face does not betray a feeling of hatred. But that of intensity. A furrowed brow. Piercing eyes.
In that moment the beast erupts into light. A bright orange light seems to eminate from around its body. The beast seeing this becomes afraid and tries to paw at the light to get it off.
“Gosling, I think we are going to pull this off!”
Gosling feels like things might just break their way.
Sensing the nervousness of his teammates, Horace focuses on the creature. Staring at it. A hatred growing inside of him. This fukkken thing. And then time slows for just a second. And boom. An almost invisible tunnel rockets from Horace’s forehead to the head of the beast. Horace is locked in.
The beast is shook. It looks around nervously. It stumbles a bit. It’s looking to find the source but can’t see it. It lets out a roar.
“Prancy, let’s fuck this thing up!”
Prancy hearing these words feels a sense of pride and self confidence from Horace. He is ready.