07-19-2010, 07:32 AM
|
#16 (permalink)
|
Crumple-Horned Snorkack
Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal *sighs*(GMT-8)
Posts: 111,210
Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3
| Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote:
Originally Posted by Quazi Sliding low in the cart, Quazi whistled to herself. "The ride is....well, you will see." she replied. Okay, two hours was not short but sometimes time did have a tendency to fly and all.
Whistling again, Quazi stared forward as her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. The cart was rapidly moving down the track and soon entered a series of narrow corridors. The air was a bit musty and that was sign that they were moving a bit deeper into the vaults. It wouldn't be all that long before they would reach their destination. 100's
200's
300's
400's
Darkness.....and then the cart dropped slightly and a faint rawr was heard in the distance. Bunny was on the move again it seemed, which meant they did need to hurry it up a bit. A hungry dragon was not something that Quazi wanted to encounter today. Willing the cart to move a bit faster, the cart soon crested a hill and dived down toward the next level of vaults. OCC: please post in the given thread. Aliceara had to give Quazi points. The little goblin had a sense of humor on her. It made things more enjoyable, even though she had yet to really make sense of what was zooming past in the dark. She imagined it was probably just vault upon vault, counting down into oblivion, but the darkness was pressing in. It wasn't causing stress, but she hoped her eyesight adjusted soon. Especially as she imagined she'd be taking this trip rather often, now that she had a vault and everything. "So do you make this trip often?," she asked, keeping the conversational tone she'd had since they'd first arrived in the corridors. It made things easier, not to mention it was quite easy to maintain in the situation. Pleasant goblins weren't exactly what she'd expected.
Coughing softly as the air got mustier, she resumed her attempts to see whatever they were zooming past, adjusting as the cart dropped slightly. They must be going deeper, but she'd somewhat expected that given her vault number. Higher numbers must be deeper. Her blue eyes widened in the darkness, though, as a faint roar sounded through the corridors. "Dragons?," she said faintly, unintentionally speaking her thoughts aloud. That wasn't exactly something she wished to encounter, and she found herself holding her breath as they zoomed over a little rise. "Are we almost there?," she asked, a bit louder and with the slightest note of hopefulness as they continued down. She really would rather avoid the source of that roar.
__________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥ |
| |