http://beautysleep4.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] beautysleep4.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tdr_backup2010-02-09 10:33 pm
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Which way to the Cheese?

~Beauty had had enough. When the horror of the violence had given way to the helplessness of relearning the simplest motor skills she had been to shocked, to overwhelmed for any defiance of Lilah's tirade. Their journey into Dis had been anything but companionable with Lilah dragging her relentlessly and with increasing speed.

Now at last they halt and Beauty takes a moment to look around them. What she sees fills her with dismay. The two women stand surrounded by giant brass bulls whose fierce countenances seem to glare malevolently from all directions. The bulls are set so that they form a labrynth, a foul smelling, horrific maze intended to keep one crazed and disoriented if they should happen to escape their own personal bull. There is no end of the great metal creatures in sight, they loom on all sides like a giant forest of grotesque sculpture. A crawling feeling tickles the pit of Beauty's stomach, centuries in this place still has not left her immune. A sudden blast of heat is given off by a group of the bulls followed by shrieks and stench as the occupants are incinerated for who knows what time.~

We have to get out. If we stay to long we will be discovered and if that happens... This is your scheme Lilah ~the name comes unfamilarly off her tounge it has a base sound to it~ Where do we go and what do we do?
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[identity profile] noshoesinhell8.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Cool it, cupcake. You panic, you're sure to get caught. Now, I may not have been wandering Hell for centuries, but I DO have some experience in subterfuge and espionage. In fact, I had to take an orientation class in it. I'm looking for a library, or a courthouse. Something stately and puffed up- demons are vain idiots just like people. Help me look and shut up.

[identity profile] beautysleep4.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that may be but you are looking in the wrong place. You will never find a building till you have found your way out. Do you not know a labrynth when you see one.

*She stops and turns carefully in each direction. It is impossible for Lilah to discern what she is trying to sense but at least she seems to be engaged in finding their way. She does however turn her back in one direction with an air of finality.*

Not that direction I should think. Pick one of these and we can see where it leads. I have only been here once and do not remember the maze in it's entirity.

[identity profile] beautysleep4.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
*Beauty does not immediatly register the voice. In a place where almost everyone is loud, abrasive and coarse this voice, polite and well spoken, could easily go unnoticed. She does notice however, even as she is replying to Lilah and turns in the strangers direction. If he is an occupant who has somehow escaped his bull then he will not go undetected long and if the demons find him here they will find them as well.*

I think good Sir, if you have come from one of yon bulls you had best crawl back in again before you are found out. They have serious penalties here for those who escape.

*Beauty cannot help but notice that he is rather handsome with an air of knightly bearing or perhaps lesser gentry. Could he be a wanderer like they?*

Are you a champion seeking a quest?

[identity profile] beautysleep4.livejournal.com 2010-02-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
*Beauty flushes from mortificatin of Lilah's treatment of this wandering knight.* Please pay her no mind she knows no better manners than she was born with. If you are offering your companionship than we are most certainly in your debt.

[identity profile] beautysleep4.livejournal.com 2010-02-14 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
*Beauty gives Lilah her most royal and sweetly superior of smiles, like someone trying to humor an annoying child. Then she turns her back on her though not quite completely out of her line of sight(never turn your back in this place). To Hal she gives a genuine smile and with a fluid motion her hand directs her attention to him alone.*

I am the Princess Beauty. Pay her no heed. She has been nothing but ill tempered since we met and she has hardly been in this place any time at all. You are very well met I am certain and I would not be so foolish as to turn down the offer of a champion in this place. Were I in my own court I would receive you with much greater comfort, still the least I can offer is my gratitude for your pledge of service.

[identity profile] beautysleep4.livejournal.com 2010-02-16 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it is proper ettiquete, but few others here bother to observe it and*Beauty drops her voice and moves closer to him*some do not even have the sense to know their own place. However, while in my company you are entitled to the same level of reverence. But do not expect any from Lilah. I am only here because she drug me while I was hampered.

*To Lilah she says* The courthouse may indeed be in that direction but I do not think that path will take us there. We might try this path.

*She stands waiting seemingly for Hal to do something and when he does not she takes his arm, stretches it out straight in front of him and lays her own lightly on top of it. Then with a graceful dip of her head she begins walking in the direction she indicated willing those flutterings in her stomach to be still once more.*

[identity profile] beautysleep4.livejournal.com 2010-02-17 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
*Beauty gives Hal a reassuring smile* To be certain it is wise to attend services with regularity, but I am not certain that it would curse you to such a place as this. Perhaps that gracious creature sent you here to be my companion and champion. You do resemble my Prince, with your handsome face and figure and your gentle and charming manners. Yes I think perhaps you are to be my beacon in this place.

And as for Dis* here she is interrupted as there is a violent trembling, a loud snorting and the crashing of giant metal hooves as the great braziers uproot themselves and begin to reform the maze in a lumbering macbre dance. Beauty freezes, moving only if necessary to avoid one of the bulls never taking her hand from Hal's. She seems to both of them wary and watchful but not particularly afraid. When the tremors and noise finally fade she takes a few steps in each direction and then without a word strikes off down a path which seems uncomfortably warm, her hand still resting lightly on Hal's. She seems, if anything more composed now than Lilah has yet seen her.*
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