[OOM] Labyrinth / Krampus Plot with Eric

[fluffiest_archadian]

Mrlgh, there's - fuzz on Sherral's face. A kind of cloying, drying fuzz that clings even to dry skin.

As Sherral opens his eyes, he sees that it's woollen yarn, in bright pink and orange, from the suspiciously snug floor where he's sprawled beneath a cheerful woollen lamp with a knitted lightbulb inside.

This is not what he was expecting. A room full of yarn - a quick glance around confirms that everything seems to be either covered in or made of wool, checkered in various coloured patterns. A knitted puppet the size of a man stares at him from one of corner - is never really expected.

"Faram's balls," he growls.

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[fluffiest_archadian]

"Luckily, only one of us likes to make meaningful remarks about blood every few minutes," Sherral says.

[onceaviking]

"That is because only one of us is a vampire," Eric retorts.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral pauses.

And then bursts out laughing.

You'd have to be from Ivalice to get the joke.

[onceaviking]

"And now it has addeld your brain," Eric says, mildly.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"No, no, mark well, my brain is fine. Forgive me, I'm sure you were expecting me to be intimidated or awed," Sherral manages to get out, before bursting out laughing again.

When the laughter subsides. "Fear not, laddie, you would not get the joke."

[onceaviking]

"One would be well advised to remember that folk encountered here may differ vastly from one's own world," Eric replies. Blandly.

And then they reach the door.

It's big. Heavy. And locked.

[fluffiest_archadian]

For some reason, that just makes Sherral crack up even more.

"Oh, aye, to be sure that is true."

His mirth fades somewhat at the locked door. Hefting his sword, he experimentally tries hacking at the lock.

[onceaviking]

"Are you not going to magic it away?" Eric asks, sarcastically, as he watches, arms folded across his chest.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral throws him a grin. "Come now, smile. It's as if you've lost your good humour just as I've regained mine."

He gives the lock a quick tug, trying to check how heavy it is.

[onceaviking]

"Stand back a little," Eric says, before throwing himself at the door.

Thud!

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Well, I won't say it wasn't worth a try," Sherral says.

[onceaviking]

Eric shakes his head.

"I felt it move, " he says. And then he tries again. Hurling himself quickly at the door from a number of directions, faster than the eye can see.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral flicks his fingers, gauging how much Mist glides out of them before drawing it back in.

Enough for one spell, he supposes. He scrapes his hand over his sword, and the Hastega spells light up, before flowing over to Eric.

The effect is one of multiplication. However fast he was going before, he's now moving a lot faster.

Momentum is fun!

[onceaviking]

Eric becomes an even wilder blur of motion and then the door slams open, as the wind roars and pushes them through, onto rocky ground.