The Divine RPG - A Hellish Pandandom

*Snape glances at Wesley before striking the rock in front of him again. He's been practicing each move Wesley has taught him at appropriate times (usually when the demon isn't looking) and when he has enough room to do so (fortunately, many of the defensive moves require little space). Snape firmly believes in being prepared, and his new skills might be needed sooner than he'd expected.*

So what is it?

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Well, it will be simple to break these chains with the axe if we apply the proper force. We're the only ones chained here, and I believe that's because we don't belong here. If we can distract the demon effectively we should be able to free ourselves and head back the way we were, but from there we'll have to choose a new direction quickly. This species isn't highly motivated and I don't think he'll come after us. He probably only took advantage of the situation. But there's no sense in taking chances.

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*Snape nods and eyes the chain, looking for a literal weak link. Like many things in Hell, the chain shows some signs of deterioration and decay in the form of rusty spots. Snape scrapes at a few places cautiously, the noise of metal against metal seemingly loud in his ears but apparently not to the demon-yet.*

Do you think we'll be able to break it before the demon figures out what we're doing?

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It would be best if we could get him out of the room. It's unfortunate you don't have access to your magicks. Can you think of a way to get him out? Of course, we could always...

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Oh, I can think of a way. I'm not sure about getting him out of the room, but....

*He starts gathering up bits of what he has noticed are choice parts and starts piling them up.*

How about causing a riot? Lob a few of these around the greedy masses, away from us, and that should provide a bit of commotion. We could at least break the chains under the cover of a noisy free-for-all.

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That's more or less exactly what I was thinking.

*obviously surprised you've both had similar thought processes*

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*Snape is also momentarily surprised, but he recovers quickly and continues to work on adding to the pile, putting all the lesser pieces in the carts they are expected to fill to avoid suspicion. He inspects each choice bit like a butcher inspecting meat for quality; he has decided to do this right if he's going to do it at all. Besides, the better the desirability, the louder and more raucous the mob. Fortunately, Snape's potions background has given him a good eye for quality animal-derived ingredients.*

Do you think this is enough?

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*this is hardly the first time Barty's passed through Four, but, privately, it's always been one of his favourites - not for any particular environmental reason - but rather for the fact it calls for a ridiculous disguise, and, sure enough, Barty is dressed to the nines in scavenged equipment, he and Regulus crawl through a very low and narrow adjacent tunnel, slowing as they hear the sounds of activity ahead*

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*Regulus, looking ridiculous with a look Barty had previously called Mine-chique stops full-out and tugs at Barty's clothes to tell him to stop too*

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Listen...

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*Barty rolls his eyes and humours him, the sounds of mining and the subsequent screams reverberate off every angle and crevice and in their dark little passage it's no different - he hears nothing remarkable*

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I could have sworn...

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wait...

*Wesley is trained to pay strict attention to his environment, and even closer attention to those in his environment who boast senses finer honed than his own, which includes nearly every demon. When the supervising demon swings its eyestalks toward the mouth of the tunnel and its appendages begin to twitch, Wesley knows it's sensing something outside of their tunnel it doesn't like. He doesn't stop Snape from his actions, but he divides his attention between the other shades and the demon guard, waiting for an opportunity.*

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*Snape pauses, a liver in one hand, as Wesley speaks, then follows his companion's gaze towards the demon and takes note of the creature's concern. It appears to be focusing on a tunnel.*

What do you suppose has its attention?

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*Wesley of five years before would have had a very difficult time admitting any other human might have senses superior to his own, but in the five years after Sunnydale Wesley had learned a lot, not the least of which is to utilize all resourses at your disposal.*

Can you hear anything? Listen hard, and try to hear past the sounds of the pickaxes and the grunting. Listen for ambient sound echoing in through the tunnel.

*Even as he's asking Snape he examines the chain at his feet. Very poor condition. Should be simple to snap with one blow. He's very confident in his abilities with an axe these days.*

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*Snape concentrates, closing his eyes and straining to catch any little sound or vibration that seems out of place. He stands absolutely still, head slightly raised and tipped forward. Every nerve in his body is focused on the entrance to the tunnel.*

I....hear....

*For a moment, he thinks he hears the faintest of sounds, like an echo of a whisper, but he can't be sure. He stands as before for another long moment.*

...nothing.

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*Wes remains encouraged, however, as he notices the demon's mucous production increase. He smiles as he watches the viscous toxin treacle down the monster's grub-like body.* He's still sensing something out there, and it has a good portion of his entire attention. *Wes hesiates, then, synching himself with one of the native shades, he strikes the pickaxe not into the mine wall, but into the corroded chain about his ankles. It crumbles upon contact, and a few shades near him turn to look. He shoves some "choice treasures" at them and turns to Snape.* We couldn't have asked for a more fortunate event.

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*at a signal on it seems to hear, the monstrous thing abandons it's post and drags itself in an oozing lumber over the rocky floor of the main tunnel, it's eyes looking different directions like a chameleon's in it's search for whatever is down here, eying the walls*

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*Barty may enormously overestimate his abilities in all fields - but not even he is reckless enough to lead them down the main tunnel - and so from the darkness of their small adjacent crevice, he watches as the beast writhes across the path ahead with the same wide, wide eyes a child might regard a bullet train at a crossing*

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*over Barty's shoulder, Regulus stares out with his own set of wide eyes*

What did I tell you...

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Not you. You smell like ice.

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*the last of the creature's many appendages disappear from their pinpoint view, only the trail of less-then-pleasant looking mucous remains, a river of stickiness separating them from the next crevice just across the main tunnel - Barty looks primed to make for it*

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