With Bandit being unable to walk, the Giant Duggie and the little witch have to try and find a way out of the maze….and fast. The Demoness of Greed is coming….
Scene setting : The Maze of Greed – Seven sins series.
Written with Dessy, Phlyn, and Artie.
Dessy: Mariela looked down to Bandit as she spoke, apparently knowing this “Quinn”. From the sounds of it, Bandit had ran into her… and she didn’t like it very much. Bandit then tried pushing herself up and turning her body to the side. Mariela knew she was in pain, and she frowned. “As soon as we get out here, I’ll promise I’ll help you. I can’t do anymore. Not in the maze.” she said, before looking up over at Raul. She watched the vines wound around his legs and feet. This was good. If he woke up, it’d give them a good chance to get away. But from the way he was hit, Mariela guessed he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.
“Nice to meet you, Duggie.” Mariela said, giving a nod of her head in greeting. From the way the giant talked about Quinn, the two seemed pretty close. They seemed like they had a good friendship. Mariela raised an eyebrow at the mention of the maze. “You… work in the maze?” she asked. Then it hit her. Lydia took the maze from somewhere else… she wasn’t sure where, but she had took it from another place. Lydia probably added the creatures herself… she wasn’t sure if the creatures where already there when Lydia yanked it here to Hell.
“Mansion? What “mansion”?” Mariela then asked, tilting her head to the left. This was all very confusing. The maze was brought to Hell from another place… a “mansion” of sorts. And Duggie here had came with it, apparently. But how would Lydia manage to do that… and why? Those were the questions Mariela needed answers to. She gave a gentle smile when he talked about Quinn. “It’s good that she’s such a close friend of yours.”
Mariela then looked down at the hat when he picked it up. She watched him, scared he was gonna ruin it somehow. She opened her mouth to stop him from putting it on, but then he handed it to her and said someone was speaking. She put her head near the hat, hearing Scar screaming her name. “He’s alive.” she mumbled. “Scar?!” she said into the hat, but knew that was probably a stupid thing to do as he probably couldn’t hear her. She just held it against her chest. He was alive… but where was he? That was another question she needed answered. She heard the giant say “little witch”, but there was no “my”. Good thing. She was no one’s property.
She put the hat on the ground, looking at the bottom of the gown as she did so. She pursed her lips, before she reached down and began ripping the bottom of the dress. It’d be easier to walk in it if it was shorter. Once it was shorter, she threw the fabric on the ground. What was once a beautiful dress was now a torn mess. She then proceeded to yank her gloves off, throwing them down as well. She picked the hat back up, looking over just in time to see Duggie stand Bandit up.
“No, no, don’t!” Mariela said, running over to the side of Bandit. “She can’t walk because she can’t feel her legs. That’s my fault, but she’s in no condition to stand.” she said, informing Duggie of her injuries. “You know a way out of this maze?” Mariela asked, hope in her voice. “Good! Great!” she said, happy someone knew a way out. She handed Bandit Scar’s hat, then adjusted her arms so she could pick up Bandit, now holding the girl who couldn’t walk. The small witch was stronger than she looked, but she knew she couldn’t hold her for long periods of time. Her and Duggie will have to switch back and forth. “I know you probably hate this, Bandit. And I’m sorry. I’ll fix everything once we get out of here. I owe you for making things worse…” she spoke apologetically.
She then looked up at Duggie. “Help us out of this maze, then we’ll help you find Quinn. Okay?”
Phlyn: Solomon continued to watch from a distance as the giant spoke with the others. Quietly leaning on his cane he watched as the giant tried to pick up the girl and the other rushed over, she mentioned an injury but from that distance he was unable to tell what,where, or how severe. As he watched one of girls begin to carry the othet it appeared evident that those two and the giant would be splitting off from the man sent into the bush, now he had to question himself.
His mind searched as he tried to decide which one to follow to find what he was after. The distance between himself and them was too great to determine anything and not wanting to a risk a conflict with anyone should he draw closer he decided it best to wait it out. Once they started to move he get a little closer and gone fully get his answer.
Artie: Bandit cringed as she was roughly lifted from the ground, a sound of protest coming from her lips quite easily. “Gah!” Though soon she found herself in Mariela’s arms, her own wrapping around the witch’s neck to support herself. She wasn’t too surprised that the witch could lift her – Bandit was actually quite light and small, despite her big attitude. “Yes, I know her. She’s the strictest one on Satan’s guard. Girl’s built like a damn horse.” Bandit huffed, looking up at the sky for a moment. “Anyway.. Yeah. Help us out, and we’ll get you to Quinn. Actually, just mess up big time, and she’ll be here with her whole police force. Guaranteed.” Bandit raised a brow. Sounds like she’d met Quinn before, and not under good circumstances. The blonde felt limp in Mariela’s arms, completely powerless.. But, she felt a bit safer with the giant here.. And seeing Raul’s backside slowly disappear into the vegetation.
Razorbackwriter: The loud sound of howls grew and seemed to be coming from outside the maze. The kingdom of Greed was guarded by hell hounds. Funny, when you think that the one called Quinn was one. The Princess of Greed was now on her way to the maze, since Raul’s spectacular disappearing act from her balcony. Wearing a new outfit, that was black tight pants, under a long flowing dress like jacket, and high collared panels in red and black, the Princess was on a mission. She had missed her chance to take down the Princess of Wrath as she had first planned. Now, the targets were those in the maze. Traitors and betrayers did not sit well with her, not to mention that Raul had just gone into the maze in search of the one that broke the collar. Lydia was bristling with rage and a renewed sense of hatred. But now it was all on display. The good and sweet looking Lydia, the one that butter would not melt in her mouth was gone and replaced by the real deal. The bitch from Hell. With two hell hounds on leashes, she approached the maze entrance with a cocky strut. She could just appear within the maze if she wanted, but Lydia wanted to hunt them down the old fashioned way. With the flair of showmanship, she released the leashes as the hell hounds spirited into the maze at speed.
“Kill them….KILL THEM ALL!” Lydia roared as she let out a green blast of power into the sky, to illuminate and send forth the warning of impending doom.
Deep within the maze, the Giant raised his head as he heard the all too familiar sound of Hell hounds. Problem was, they didn’t sound like Quinn.
“I think we got company.”
He swung his battle axe up defensively, while Mariela was trying to help lift Bandit. The Giant stared down at the plucky little witch and asked.
“Are you going to be able to run carrying her, little Witch?” the giant was going to try and hold the hell hounds off and give the Witch and the human a good head start.
The game was on.
Dessy: Bandit wrapped her arms around Mariela’s neck, and Mariela held the girl with ease. She was lighter then Mariela thought, so it was no effort to carry her. “From how you describe her, I’m guessing she’s the leader of some sort.” Mariela said, giving a shrug of her shoulders. She looked down as Bandit spoke to the giant, and raised an eyebrow at her. Bandit has obviously met Quinn before, and it didn’t sound like a pleasant meeting. But Mariela wouldn’t question it. They had other matters to tend to. She just nodded in agreement to Bandit’s promise to offer their help, for his.
Mariela opened her mouth to speak, but when she heard the howls, she closed it. Well… shit. That didn’t sound good. Hell hounds… not really what they needed at the moment, especially since they just got done discussing Quinn. Mariela gave an exasperated groan – she was so done with all of this. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” she mumbled. “Can I not get a break around here?” she then spoke out loud, mainly to herself more than anyone. She was so done. So very, very done. With all of this. It was obvious Lydia was tracking them now. They really needed to get out.
Mariela looked up as the sky began glowing green. Yeap… definitely Lydia. This was just great. She adjusted Bandit in her arms a little bit, moving Scar’s hat to be held in one of her hands. The giant spoke, and Mariela looked up to see him defensively swinging his axe. “Yeah. The bitch and her pound of hell hounds…” she spoke, narrowing her eyes in frustration. “Not great company.” she spoke. Mariela looked up at him as he looked at her, asking if she needed help, and Mariela shook her head. “I’ve got it… she’s very light. At least for now, I do. I’ll let you know when I’m unable to hold her anymore.” she spoke, looking down at Bandit.
“Are you gonna hold them off so we can get a head start, or are all three of us just gonna make a run for it?” she then asked, looking from the giant, to face forward. This is when the game starts… Lydia’s little game. And they were all part of it. Now, they just had to beat her game.
Phlyn: Solomon teetered softly leaning on his cane continuing his relentless observation of the group. They continued to talk amongst themselves until the sounds of dogs echoed throughout the maze followed by a bright flash of light. Caught off guard by the sudden events Solomon turned away and when he looked back the group was already up in arms. I suppose this means a battle is imminent with this group as the epicenter my target will be visible soon the thought passed through his head as he gagged his surroundings.
Taking note of all visible walls and corners, there was three people in front of him only one combat ready and an undetermined force closing in. There was no good place to hide and simply observe and he was not known to either party here making him a potential target and with non combatants collateral damage seemed likely. Staring at the giant and the two girls he thought perhaps it best to align himself before the fighting started although it could complicate things later should one of them be his target. His other option was to wait it out, remain a neutral party and avoid the fight hopefully working things out as they happen he wasn’t about to flee and leave a target behind.
decisions like this always troubled him weather or not assist or sit to the side and simply do his job. Regardless of his decision a fight was coming, pushing up of his cane he stood straight and with a calm sigh raised his cane to head level. With his free hand he took hold of a small clasp just beneath the hand and twisted it letting out several clicks as he did so. The rod of the cane shifted revealing several interlocking blades along the length of it. With a quick flick the cane was back at his side the segments loosely clacking together as he held it at the ready. best be prepared it is a bad idea to assume an understanding of the wills of others. With a calm stance he kept watch on the area relaxed and ready to move as the situation demanded, hoping for a simple solution but prepared for the worst.