Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

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The pathways of the dungeon had changed overnight. Anyone who had stayed in a room beyond their welcome had found themselves booted out back onto the hallways that belonged to their camp and feeling pressed down by the sudden increase in gravity. The doors of yesterday had closed. Other doors had now opened.

And other routes.

[ pathways | gremlins | space battles | room of the past | flooded room | free space | strange vault | ooc NOTE: room doors not belonging to your camp will lock when you enter. so please designate whether you're from camp 1 or the joint camp 2/ camp 3 ]

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Re: A Brass Door

[fh_dungeonfolk]

"That's my chair," rasped a blue...being...in a giant hat. "Move."

Re: A Brass Door

[ultron_junior]

"I didn't know anybody was here," Victor returned. And he'd stand up, really, he would, but it had been three days since he sat on anything but a sack on the ground and his butt was enjoying the whole chair experience immensely.

Re: A Brass Door

[fh_dungeonfolk]

Maybe the blaster pointed at him would convince him to move. "Everyone knows it's my chair," the bounty hunter rasped.

Re: A Brass Door

[ultron_junior]

Victor's butt was a lot fonder of being alive than it was of that chair -- the seat of which had been a little on the sticky side anyhow. He stood carefully.

"I promise I didn't know," he repeated. "Chill, dude. You don't need to pull a gun over a chair."

Re: A Brass Door

[fh_dungeonfolk]

"You're very new," the bounty hunter decided.

Then he shot a hole in the table, just to make a point before firing toward Victor.

Re: A Brass Door

[ultron_junior]

Victor managed to dodge the blast, but only barely; it singed a hole in the sleeve of his shirt.

"Not. Cool." And then he reached out with his powers to try to knock the gun out of the blue guy's hands and reel it into his own. With the way the dungeon was treating him he was far less certain than he normally would have been that it would work.

Re: A Brass Door

[fh_dungeonfolk]

The gun trembled in the bounty hunter's hand, which made him hold onto it more and fix Victor with a glare. "I don't like your tricks," he said, before firing at Victor again.

Re: A Brass Door

[ultron_junior]

"Well, I don't like your h--"

Victor's opinion of the bounty hunter's hat would remain tragically unknown as the blast slammed into his upper arm. He shrieked with pain as the flesh burst open, revealing a madly sparking mass of metal and cables.

Re: A Brass Door

[fh_dungeonfolk]

That was just weird and hey, guess what, the bounty hunter didn't like weird either. "You're too new," he wheezed.

Re: A Brass Door

[ultron_junior]

Victor clenched his other hand over the wound, injured arm limp at his side. He was grateful he at least didn't pass out easily. "The chair's yours," he said, trying to sidle away. "Have a nice day."

From how much the other patrons weren't reacting, he was thinking nobody here was the type to help the Fandomites find a way out anyhow.