The Divine RPG - A Hellish Pandandom

Oh now you're not. Now you're - Barty, don't go anywhe-

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*Barty, clunky equipment rattling and weighing him down, slips out of the head of the crevice, dashing across the span of the main tunnel, diving for that next tunnel*

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*Reg's head pokes out into the main tunnel to hiss at Barty across the way, but he quickly retracts it when he sees the thing still visible further down the tunnel*

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*Barty manages to (noisily) slide into the next crevice, the movement catching the thing's swivelling gaze, Barty frantically motions for Reg to join him before the creature can slowly slip back the way it came*

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*shakes his head*

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*the thing has begun its slow return, feelers already reaching, Barty shoots Reg a deeply frustrated look before leaping back into the open, back across the sticky mess, making to grab Reg's wrists and drag him along*

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Nonodon't- *when Barty drags him halfway out of the crevice Regulus has no choice but to give in and go along with him*

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I swear I can hear voices...

Look, now's our chance. The thing's focused on whatever's making all that noise. Break your chain and let's dash past it. They're not quick... at least, not on the living plane. *this last said lower and hopefully not so Snape could hear.*

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*Snape casually tosses the liver he's been holding to a nearby, eager shade, who accepts it without so much as a "thanks". Snape, however, is hardly concerned with politeness; with a hard, sharp blow he severs his own chain and nods to Wesley.*

Let's do this.

*He, too, has heard the voices now for certain. Something in his memory stirs, but he can't quite figure out who or why. He's not even sure if he really can hear the soft, echoing voices clearly enough to even be able to truly recognize it.*

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*Wesley shoulders the pickaxe and gives the surrounding shades all the goodies he has managed to extract. He moves forward surprisingly fast and quiet, the only sound the faint clank of the shackes still on his ankles. He doesn't hesitate but slinks behind the distracted demon, holding his breath as he does so, and praying Snape can be as stealthy as dressing in all black should warrant.*

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*Snape, too, shoulders his pickaxe and gathers the extra folds of his cloak in his arms, keeping it from brushing against anything, particularly the demon. He, too, is silent as he passes by, as close to Wesley as he can get without risking stepping on his heel or bumping into him if he should stop suddenly.*

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*the creature gains on them faster then anticipated and Barty abandons all pretence of sneakiness, forcing Regulus into the crevice as feelers graze his back, he curses in a long, loud and mostly incoherent string of nonsense words, scrambling after Reg hurriedly*

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*there is no light in here, but both their eyes have grown accustomed to the dim tunnels and even darker crevices after wandering the mines for a while, Regulus crawls forward as quickly as he can to give Barty space to escape after him, the uneven stones further bruising his knees and palms*

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*the limited light manages to catch some of the ice on Barty's skin and the yellowness of his hair but that's the only indication Reg receives that Barty's made it, because soon the Thing envelops the crevice entrance, unable to fit but very keen on suctioning off all light and escape, its grasping appendages reaching into the depths of their tunnel - the tunnel which unknown to them ends abruptly a few metres down*

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Keep up!

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WHY CAN'T YOU JUST RUN WHEN I TELL YOU?!

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Because sometimes you say run when we really shouldn't do that - *unexpectedly, his forehead hits rock*

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*in an act that would have been comical were it not pitch black and the situation exceptionally dire - Barty in turn scrambles into Regulus*

Such falsehoods! My advice is constantly flawle - owwhat - HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP UP IF YOU DON'T UP? This is a two-way street here.

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*Regulus takes a moment to answer, pressing a hand to his forehead until the initial shock of unexpected pain passes*

I didn't stop on purpose...

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*Snape and Wesley have made it into the relative safety of another tunnel by the time they hear the echoing words "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST RUN WHEN I TELL YOU?!" Snape cringes; he recognizes that voice without a doubt. Then he sighs, knowing that Wesley is bound to return to help Barty Crouch, Jr., and whoever is with him.*

We need a plan, *he says before Wesley can go charging off.* Preferably one that can survive a tempermental, rash, often impatient idiot.

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Why would you-? Wait, do you know that shade?!

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*Snape's mouth twists into a derisive sneer.*

His name is Barty Crouch, Jr. And believe me, I wouldn't bother suggesting rescue normally, but he's obviously traveling with someone else. I don't like the thought of leaving someone at the mercy of both the demon _and_ Crouch.

*Snape pauses, now looking very torn.*

Then again, I suppose it depends on who _is_ with him. Crouch's associates were more unsavory than not, as a rule. Still, who knows who he's met here?

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*back down the tunnel, the thing's tentacle-like arms pursue it's captives, Regulus scrunches up at the back of the crevice holding his forehead* I don't think it goes any further back!

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