[kit's quest]

[dramatispersonae]

[you are suddenly at the bottom of a pile of heavy, square-cornered objects. it is rather hard to breathe and they're jabbing you in uncomfortable places. you may want to move.]

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[blackjacked]

[hanging onto his torch and heading toward the noisy door now, pushing his way through to investigate the scene beyond it]

[dramatispersonae]

[and then a hunting party (with only one hound) burst out of that door and went charging down the hall towards you]

[blackjacked]

[now is fabulous time to yelp loudly in surprise and RUN IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION]

[dramatispersonae]

[oh no oh no they're chasing you down oh no]

[blackjacked]

W-- where the heck--?!

[darting down the hallway as fast as he can, searching for the door or something for him to escape into before they catch up with him]

[dramatispersonae]

[THE STOREROOM DOOR IS UP AHEAD]

[blackjacked]

[FLINGING THE DOOR OPEN AND LEAPING INSIDE, shutting said door behind him as he does so]

[dramatispersonae]

[you slam the door in the red-eyed hound's face! and the hunting party thunders past through the hallway outside.]

[blackjacked]

[l-leaning against the door to catch his breath]

G-geez. . .

[opens the door slowly and peers into the hallway to make sure it is clear]

[dramatispersonae]

[THE HOUND IS STILL THERE RRRRRRRRRRR]

[blackjacked]

[CLOSES DOOR]

. . .

[. . . cracks it open again]

Oooi! Go away. Shoo. Bad dog.

[dramatispersonae]

[it tries to snap at you through the crack in the door]

[blackjacked]

[asdiopfj jerks back and tries to shut the door on its snout]

[dramatispersonae]

[YIPE

it pulls back!]

[blackjacked]

[closes the door fully again]

Geez. . . suddenly I wish I was the kind of guy who carried meatnuts with him.

[ensures the door is closed tightly before moving toward the boxes again. time to give the nearest one a shake to see if there's anything in them that can distract the dog]

[dramatispersonae]

[whatever's inside makes papery noises]

[blackjacked]

[:|a pries that lid open with his pocket knife]

[dramatispersonae]

[it's filled with scraps of snakeskin]

[blackjacked]

[blinks, then turns back to the door to open it slightly again, this time holding the open box of snakeskin out for the hound to sniff at]

Heeeere, puppy puppy. . .

[dramatispersonae]

[again it leaps for the crack in the door -- and seems to narrow as it hits the gap, slipping right through and disappearing into the box with a sizzling noise.

you are now holding a box full of snakeskin scraps . . . that is completely on fire.]

[blackjacked]

[. . . AWESOME

is the fire burning my hands, too. . .]

[dramatispersonae]

[y...yes...

you may want to drop it before you get more than mild burns]

[blackjacked]

[YELPING and doing just that, stumbling back a bit and waving his hands through the air to soothe the burns]

[dramatispersonae]

[:|b

the fire burns itself out pretty quickly; all the scraps inside have been consumed. the box is unharmed. there is a tiny bright red stone among the ashes inside.]

[blackjacked]

[gently clenching his hands open and closed, wincing a bit amid the pain. also eyes that box warily. . . then crouches down to dig the red stone out of the ashes.]