Oh, we're doing this now.
Lost in the search, Angel had been mostly focused on the coins, still rolling the one in their mouth. The snap pulled them out of it, had them twisting to see what was going on. Right. Traps. Unaffected by any sense of urgency, Angel only stood up, gathered themself, and hissed under their breath.
Well. They had to take care of this. Angel took a moment to gather themself up, right before launching themself towards the mimic, unsure of where to start but still willing to do something. They aimed to tear wood away- but in doing so their hands got far too close to its mouth and slipped in for a minute and--
They snarled in pain when the armor of their arm was pressurized between the hinge. Teeth scraped on iron, and they wheeled back, suddenly not so sure of any of their plans, actually. That hurt. It left their bracer slightly dented and scratched, and they coddled their arm as they shied away from the action while waiting for the pain to cool.
Despite her early caution, she was caught utterly off guard as she chest revealed its true predatory form. Her fault for relaxing for a single moment, she supposes. She is knocked to the side by a body-slam that leaves her breathless for a moment.
Mai has absolutely no experience with combat, but what else is she supposed to do, just let it eat everyone here?
She attempted to rear back and kick at its tentacles with her sharp hind hooves, but the moment she does it smacks her with another one of its tentacles, knocking her off balance and sending her sprawling into the treasure.
Spark tumbled out, violently lost from the snapping jaws. The rampaging mimic slammed Zephiran aside as it bounced forward. Angel and Mai followed suit, tossed aside.
Others were not so lucky.
Menkheperre, despite his great size, vanished. Snapped up by the interior, those hair-tufts falling away as the chest bounced on its tentacles toward the others--and there went Callista, consumed into the internals as well. Surely there wasn't much space left inside; it'd be a tight fit, with the treasure and both Gembounds crammed within.
Yew's bite found only hard wood, barely causing dents. V-Chaos-Eleven, on the other hand, chomped down on one of its tentacles--making it stagger as the disgusting flesh SEVERED from the body. Chaos-Eleven would be left with a writhing, detached limb dying in her maw. Disgusting. (Or delicious?)
An open maw met a swinging staff, courtesy of Halcyon, and the chest--flinched. Did it feel pain-?
Thalia's attempt was successful, insofar as the Mimic suddenly seemed to slow to those not standing close to it... or inside of it. Maybe it'd be easier to attack or to avoid. Still, it was a mass of snapping, heavy wood and metal,
But... it had a weakness. As the mimic rampaged, albeit slowed and injured, it staggered further. One of its hinges, at the rear, popped and flailed, loose. Could that be leveraged, somehow..?
Chomping Chest
Characters may roll to attack, or for those swallowed by the Mimic, roll to attempt escape.
Failures will be again hurt by its rampage--or, if already swallowed, will start to be seriously battered by the heavier treasures within the chest (is this how it digests its food...?).
Critical Failures will be swallowed, or if already swallowed, will lose consciousness inside the Mimic.
The next post will take place on July 15th in the afternoon/evening GMT.
Characters who missed last round (Fleas, Mai and Audland) should be posted to make up for last round before being posted for this one.
@Genghis @Halcyon @Spark @V-Chaos-Eleven @Fleas @Callista @Angel @Yew @Menkheperre @Mai @Audland @Thalia @Zephiran
Audland did not find what he was looking for in his gluttonous search for
more delicious suitable treasure, but through his searching he
was just
barely made aware of the fact that things in this room were not as they seemed. Something was moving. Something...
oh.
What in tarnation was that mockerous insult to all treasurekind?
Audland yelped and stumbled back, away from the rampaging beast that was now trying to chomp at various party members. It missed him by a hair. He watched one escape, then several take their place, including—oh dear god try not to laugh—that twiggy nerdy Valkdragon with the stupid light orb. It seems his magic was failing him again, and this time it wasn't Audland who needed to make him miserable for it. Audland could laugh though. And he did laugh, quite boisterously, probably much to poor Menkheperre's chagrin.
But, as fun as it was to frolic through the fields of shoving nerds against lockers, now was unfortunately not really the time. Audland would try to cut himself short, compose himself—get up, and inspect the creature from a safe distance.
OOC: Catchup #1 - auddie try not to laugh challenge difficulty impossible
While the beast continued its ravenous flailing and hopping about, Audland managed to avoid it and, in the process, catch a glimpse of its loose hinge. Audland thought for a moment; it needed its hinges intact in order to use its jaws. Like any creature with a mouth, he supposed, if the mechanism was broken then it would make them unable to chew. How the anatomy of a living wooden chest worked was an enigma to Audland, so it was truly unclear whether or not picking at a loose hinge would mean anything.
Hey, wait a minute—wood? Was this creature made of real wood? At the thought, as if in response, Audland felt the beginnings of a painful sear tear across his own flesh. Wood, metal, or flesh—the material didn't matter, Audland's fire could burn it all. He let the fire come.
And for a moment it did grow, far too rapidly, crawling up his arm like a virus making him grimace and try (and fail) to hold in a scream of pain. It then fizzled out abruptly and immediately after the display, just in time to be completely useless to defend Audland from the mimic that was now rapidly approaching him, drawn directly to his location by his strangled screams. Perhaps Audland's fault for ever thinking that the fire was truly his.
Curse his stupid yaoi magic. This is why Betsy was his new best friend—
Aaaand in the mouth he went. Ah, well, perhaps it was better for the mimic to try swallowing far more than it could chew. Especially if what it wanted to overload itself with was effectively a giant ticking time bomb of chaos fire death. Heh.
OOC: Attempted to attack weak spot. Got et (eaten) instead. Yum!