The Command/Response Game.

[Aki Dazrold]

You turn the corner, and you have your small gun out. You aren't sure why you reached for that, seeing as you are more accustomed to throwing something out of reflex than pulling a trigger. Oh well.

As you turn the corner, you see more junk spread about on the floor, and someone- or something- hanging from the ceiling several steps away. You make sure to not gaze directly at it. You can barely make out an interesting detail that it's eyes lack pupils and it is staring at you intently. Clearly this poor bloke assumed that you would be walking around in the dark and wouldn't be able to see him. He probably intends to wait until you get beneath him and drop on you. Have to give him credit for that one. You can't even hear him breathing, even though you can see his sides moving ever so slightly.

You stand there for a second or two. He doesn't move.

"You know, if you think I'm going to walk over there and let you land on me, you're a ____ing retard." You call out.

At this, it panicks. It immediately drops from the ceiling, and it lands with a loud thud, with the sound of stone crushing accompanying it. It then turns and runs down the hallway, with speed that surprises you. You catch a glimpse of it's backside before it turns to the right and vanishes. That guy appeared to have really long hair, but it looked quite off to you. You'll have to see it again. You pocket your gun and give chase. Better to not have a weapon out, so you don't appear dangerous. Maybe this fella can be diplomatic. Or know where some food is, for that matter.

As you turn right, you notice that this hall might have also gone to the left at some point. Some kind of custom barricade is standing there now. Bah, no time to think about thaHOLY CRAP

You duck and roll as a piece of stone wrapped in rebar flies at you. It hits the barricade and... explodes?! What the hell? Shrapnel flies around, and you quickly twist your body around the incoming projectiles. None (that were traveling at an injuring velocity, at least) hit you. You turn and look down the hall, and see the guy you were tailing panic again, and run to the left. There is another barricade behind where he was standing. The barricade behind you didn't take a bit of damage from the rock-bomb. Interesting. You give chase again. You turn the corner, expecting another trap. All you find is some more crap on the floor and some strange getup that looks like some kind of cannon pointing right at you.

Hmm. That looks bad.

You see your quarry run away from it to the right (and there's yet another barricade behind the gun), his hair appearing to brush up on it and linger for a split second and now the cannon is lighting up and holy crap it's firing a laser TO THE ROOF

You hang from the celing and scurry across it towards the gun. The gun shuts off on it's own and the guy peeks around the corner. He appears to see you on the roof rather close to him, yelps and runs off. You leap at him but this guy runs faster than hell so you fall short by a few centimeters. You immediately give chase at top speed and discover that he can still outrun you. Dammit.

You also notice that the longer you stare at his knee-length hair, the less it looks like hair to you. Hmm.

You round the corner to the left and notice that there is light coming from around the corner to the right. You've been running in one giant zigzag this whole time.

The guy picks up some kind of machine pistol in each hand and aims them at you. As he sees you, a look of shock crosses his face. He clearly wasn't expecting you to get here that quickly. You instinctively reach for two shuriken from your pouch when you see the guns, then do a forward-moving backflip and toss them ahead, your feet landing on the ceiling, where you stick. The projectiles ricochet off the floor and knock the guns out of his hands. He immediately runs off to the right, with you hot on his heels.

Before you both is an iron door. Against the left wall is a rack with a lance on it. He grabs this lance and turns and rushes at you. You simply evade, then notice him pulling a small sword out from under his shirt and swinging it at you reverse-handed. You grab his arm and swing over him, and hold a dagger at the side of his neck. He drops both his weapons. "WHO ARE YOU?!" he screams out, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

"My name is Derek Sprague." You say forcefully. "But you should have known that the minute I dodged that last attack, Daniel."

He gasps. "You know Daniel?"

You suddenly understand jack squat. "Wait, you aren't him?" You lower your weapon. He turns around.

"No, I'm his brother!" He says.

You look at his face. Well how about that. This man isn't your former martial arts teacher after all. But you can still see the family resemblance.

"So, I assume that's where you learned that attack from?" You inquire.

"Yes, with a few tweaks I added from the style my sister used, and it's been my trump card ever since-" He stops. "I'm sorry, let me properly introduce myself. Derek, was it? I'm Marvin." He extends his hand.

You shake it. "Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine." He responds, "I haven't had someone defeat me like that in... well, since I can remember!" He adds, laughingly. Come, let me get you a drink. He brings you into the doorway to your left* where the light is coming from. Inside, there is a decent amount of space. The floors are still made of concrete but there is a cabinet on the wall, a contertop with pitchers of various things, and a low-lying table and some mats placed around it. You sit in one of the mats as Marvin opens a walk-in freezer and retrevies a bottle of scotch.

"Uh, not to ruin the moment or whatever, but I have a very pitiful tolerance to alcohol" You say quickly.

"Oh." He says. "Pity, then. This is some of my finest. What would you like instead?"

"Water?" You say lamely. You ignore the voice in your head that wants you to reply "blood".

"Very well." He replies, moving over to the counter and filling two glasses.

Marvin is at least a foot shorter than you, but he is incredibly stocky. He has long hair that goes down to his knees in back, and it is an almost painfully bright shade of red. No wonder his hair looked odd to you; it's fake.

He puts the glass of water in front of you and sits opposite you with his glass. He brought the pitcher of water and the bottle of scotch with him. "So, tell me Derek. What of my brother do you remember?" You drain the glass as he speaks.

"Very little, other than the training I recieved from him" You reply, putting the glass down. "That attack you used on me appeared to be a variation of one of his signature moves, hence why I assumed you were him."

"Right." he says, taking a swig from his drink. "So you trained under him, then? Did he teach you his style?"

"No." you respond. Marvin raises an eyebrow. "Well, not exactly" you continue, "He helped me refine the one I already had, and I have a lot of influence from him in my current style."

"Ah. Developed your own style, did you?"

"Not quite. My father did, and taught it to me when I was very young. I guess when you factor in what happened.... here..." you motion at the room around you, as if indicating the facility, "and the influence I got from your brother, I suppose I did some developing of my own."

He chuckles. "About that, by the way. Am I correct in assuming that you were an experiment here?" He refills your glass and takes another swig from his.

"Thanks. And yes, you are."

"I see. If I may, what, er... happened to you as a result?"

"I'm part spider." You reply flatly.

"Oh. Uh.... could you elaborate?"

"I can cling to walls and cielings, I have night vision and I produce a lethal venom from my teeth." You explain. "Oh, and I can't eat solid food anymore. Not in large quantities, at least."

"Uh huh. So I suppose me offering you lunch in out of the question, then?"

"Not unless you have another chicken I can suck" You reply. You see him resisting the urge to giggle.

"Indeed." He says.

"So, what about you? Part hedgehog?"

He looks at you funny. "What makes you say that?"

"Mostly the hair and how blazingly fast you can run." You reply. The two of you laugh, even though neither of you is quite sure why.

"Oh, no. I didn't get an animal trait." he says.

"Then what di-" You stop mid sentence as the long spikes of his hair stand up on their own. "What."

He giggles. "They are extensions of my nervous system that surround themselves with muscle and circulatory tissue and this fibrous substance that makes it look like hair" he explains, "They allow me to sense what's around me, cling to walls, operate certain machinery, even uplink to certain machines. They're kind of like antennae that grew out of my back.

"And for some reason, I also seemingly doubled my muscle mass nearly everywhere else on my body. The wierd part is that I can actually control whether or not the 'new' muscle adds to my weight."

"Interesting." You say genuinely, "But if I may back up a bit, you offered me lunch a while ago. If it isn't too much to ask, I have two companions who are waiting for me a ways back, and they haven't eaten a good meal in some time. Could I bring them here?"

His face lights up. "Of course! I haven't had good company in a long time!"

"Great! Thanks a bunch." You say.

*(note you are facing opposite the way you came in, so this door would have been on the right as you entered)

[To be honest, I clicked in here and forgot I had done so, and navigated away and such and the page registered as nothing new and blah blah blah. To compensate, I give you that crapload of crap up there.]

[Tracker]

Well, this just turned into a RPFF.

[Aki Dazrold]

I don't see how.

[Tracker]

There is a story behind it.=True? Add1toR0

Others are playing parts.=True? Add1toR0

There is a story behind it?True

Others are playing parts?True

GetR0

R0>1 SettoRPFF

[Aki Dazrold]

Wait, to be clear, RPFF=Role play fan fiction?

Role play, I can understand.

Fan fiction? no. This is the original. This isn't based off of anything and thus does not qualify as fan fiction.

[Tracker]

Rpf then

[Tauka Usanake]

There is a story behind it.=True? Add1toR0

Others are playing parts.=True? Add1toR0

There is a story behind it?True

Others are playing parts?True

GetR0

R0>1 SettoRPFF

Gah I wish I could read LRR programming language whatever it is called. I might one day.

Go back to the others I guess?

Edit: Curses you beat me to the top post. And I once again didn't know it was there.

[Tracker]

I've done my job. To confuse you with code.

[Aki Dazrold]

You leave. Marvin starts getting his room ready or something.

You go back down the zigzag path and come up to the hole. To your surprise, you run into Mariam on the way there.

"Are you alright?" she asks.

"Uh, yeah?" you reply. "Why do you ask?"

"I heard loud noises coming from down here, and I thought you might have gotten into trouble."

"Oh, yeah... I'll explain that later. Where's Phil?"

"He's still in the computer room."

"By himself?" You ask. "Last I checked, he's the most likely one to get attacked out of the three of us."

"He's stubborn like that." She says flatly.

"Right. Still a bad idea."

She doesn't argue. The two of you get out of the hole (with some effort, mind you). You then walk into the room. Phil turns to face you. "Well, I have discovered some useful information. Took me way too long to get to it, though." he says.

"I found something interesting as well." You say.

"Uh... You wanna go first?" he asks.

[Storm]

Tell him about all the creepy sdfkljsdfg that happened down there, and then at the end, just for the giggles, say that everything down there blew up.

[Aki Dazrold]

You tell him about all the creepy sdfkljsdfg that happened down there and say he is willing to give dinnor.

You ignore talking about everything blowing up. For the giggles.

[Tauka Usanake]

Can we get an echoing tummy growl sound effect? Give us that at least.

[Aki Dazrold]

BLAAAARRGGGH HUNGREH

That work?

[Tauka Usanake]

I guess that's the best we're going to get. Ask Phil what he found out now from the computer.

[Aki Dazrold]

"So, what did you find out?" you ask.

"Well." He begins, "I found out that there is a huge computer mainframe somewhere in this facility that holds nearly all of the data about this place. I even know how to get there. The problem is that the map I downloaded into my headpiece is only partial and even then I had to hack at it just to get it. Bottom line, I don't know where this map is wrong since we find caved-in halls all over the place."

"How close is it?" you ask.

"Closer than you think. Assuming we don't find rock in our way, this is. Which I know we will."

[Storm]

Am I disqualified for liking Justin Bieber?

[Tauka Usanake]

Am I disqualified for liking Justin Bieber?

YES. You should be disqualified for that. What are you like twelve?

... Unless you are twelve. Then there is no hope for you and I apologise.

Edit: Yes you are eleven. My apology still stands.

[Aki Dazrold]

And now hopefully we can have a meaningful post?

[Storm]

Say "Oh well."

Then walk in whatever direction he says, meanwhile slightly smiling cause I am atm and gasdkghj

[Aki Dazrold]

You say oh well.

You then stand there.

"Uh, so... about that guy who offered us food?" Phil asks.

[Tauka Usanake]

Epic tummy growl again plwease? Direct them to hole that you jumped down before. Allow for any remarks on belly flopping down.

[Aki Dazrold]

BLAAAARGGHH HUNGREH you all go to the hole

You leap down and land smoothly. Mariam jumps after you, and she screams "BELLEHFLAWP" and goes spread eagle. You gasp. She tucks in and rolls in midair and lands of her feet. Not smoothly, mind you, but oh well. "I thought you were actually going to do that!" You say.

"Yeah, I was going to, but then I decided not to mess up this suit." She replies.

I also seem to have neglected to mention to you that she has a female version of the soldier uniform on. Oops.

Phil reaches into his pack and pulls out a small little peg thing. He throws the pointy end down near his feet and you hear a noise that sounds like a high-pitched drilling. He then ties a rope to something and throws one end down and rappels down to you.

"Wuss." You and Mariam say simultaneously.

[Tauka Usanake]

Direct them through the tunnel retelling your journy as you fought through explosions, a giant laser, zombies, monsters, and all sorts of shtick.

[Aki Dazrold]

You go through the tunnels, recounting your adventure.

As you pass the first barricade, Phil looks at it apprasingly. "Interesting..." he mutters.

"Yeah, that barrier didn't even take damage when a bomb went off right next to it." you inform, "Not very much, at least."

"Indeed." Phil says, and you continue on.

You eventually reach the end of the hall where the lit room is.

[Storm]

LAUNCH FATMEN FOR THE LULZ AND WATCH THE SKY IMPLODE THEN EAT YOUR PANTS

Ontopic: Stand there until someone says something.