#ancienthuntweek5

[sillydillybanana]

Onward to adventure!

[pizzamassacred]

Feeling rejuvenated even after his past defeat, Peppo and the ghosts once more maneuver into the halls of the wooden manor. This time he's careful to avoid that room - and to avoid peeking into random rooms at all, this time. With a huff, the chef makes it to one last hallway that he hasn't searched just yet.

And...

It's too quick, but also... the 'copy' of his weapon is his crossbow. So whoever it is seems to be interested in striking him with-- Oh no nevermind he hears the clickclickclick of the string being wound back.

He drops to the ground just in time for the bolt to sail over him. Peppo grips the floor with straining fingers, teeth bared in a wide scowl before he flings himself at the staircase. Clickclickclick The possessed man hurls himself up the steps, ignoring the sudden pain of his shin striking the stairs. All he can do is suck in air between his teeth and scurry like a wild animal, still on all fours...

All the way up to the roof...

[cowboycheeseslime]

So far, so good. Everything feels steady and secure, as Vigilante cautiously makes his way through the manor. One hand's on his crossbow, kept ready and loaded at his side. There's movement ahead, the sounds of careful feet on wooden flooring, and he sneaks forward -- only to see...

"Pizzelle?" The cowboy cheeseslime leaves his hiding spot, in case the confectioner had been startled. He approaches. "Vigilante!" Pizzelle waves, before his gaze is abruptly caught by movement above the two of them.

Pizzelle's hurt bad. Vigilante grimaces as he digs through the rubble and pulls the other free. It's going to be a rough journey up to the roof...

So rough and stressful in fact, that once he finally makes it (with his badly-damaged cargo in hand), the cheeseslime momentarily blacks out.

[sugaryspeed]

Oh dear. Here we go again. Pizzelle's patched herself up a bit, but her ascending is tricky. Even with her weapon in hand, everything just feels... like it's coming against her.

She creeps through one of the hallways, her eye catching movement. She turns to look, and.

Her head is pounding. She can hear her heart in her ears. She's dizzy and nauseated and the ache in her head makes the confectioner feel like her skull is trying to split open her skin so it can escape.

Pizzelle's mind has been knocked sideways.

That's not good.

[symphonicsoul]

No where Else to go but up ...

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ The man of the clouds scrapes himself up off the floor of the room that leads to the stairs for the next floor. He's still a bit dizzy after getting hit in the head by falling furniture but his regenerative abilities seem to be doing well enough to tend to the damage before it cause much more harm.

Slowly does he make his way through this mansion, taking his time to climb the stairs until he reaches the top of them and he finds a room filled with a stature of a wooden... cat? That is a cat isn't it? Those strange creatures the humans have shown him that sing? No one has quite explained that yet....

What an odd thing to have in a -

The sound of metal bars dropping pull his attention and he's spinning quick to see that the way he came in, is no longer an option for a way to go out. There's a sigh that escapes him, letting a small puff of white slip past his lips and into the air as he does so. The only thing to do he supposes is to keep moving, but there's something resting just at the edge of his hearing and he can't quite make out what it is.

It seems that he's made his way all the way to the roof now. He supposes he can always just fly down if he needs to. Perhaps he should wait for the others to see if any of them will be in need of assistance.

[pizzamassacred]

(violence ahead.)

He finds himself drawn towards a specific room while exploring. The ghosts have their hands manifested and prepared once more. There's a sound... a sight. Someone is there in this kitchen, attempting to prepare a meal from thin air.

Peppo squints, wary but somewhat curious. What was this? Another foe? Potentially an ally? He cautiously edges closer. The figure stops chopping up the cutting board. They hesitate. They look over their shoulder at the man and his ghosts.

The knife they were using to chop nonexistent vegetables is suddenly between their fingers, and the figure hurls the blade at Peppo.

It strikes his shoulder. It digs in deep. Warmth immediately bubbles out of the wound as Peppo gasps in shock, and his eyes momentarily regain their color before rolling back again into whites. The ghosts compacted within him scream.

As the figure continues to throw assorted cutlery at the host, his spirits put down their hands against the floor. They fling Peppo's bulk at the hostile stranger, and as his body twitches and bleeds, the ghosts manifest every hand they can manage before gripping this unknown assailant. They dig their fingers in. They pull. They pull. With every last speck of energy they pull and pull until the figure can no longer be hostile.

The chef's eyes are closing. It takes an emergency tourniquet from a certain spirit to save him from further bloodloss, but it's too late.

Peppo has to leave. Now.