Post by NicoJoe on Jun 21, 2010 2:12:57 GMT -5
It was dark. Night had fallen hours ago and the moon was high in the sky, surrounded by bright stars. In the distance, about a mile away, the mansion sat against the dark background, sticking out like a sore thumb. It was quite impressive, large and aged. It had seen better days, that was clear, but the remnants of its former glory was still there. The slender hill that the house sat on looked as though it shouldn’t be able to support the wait, but it didn’t seem to be having any trouble with it. Vines were starting to grow up the sides of the building, giving away that the house hadn’t been tended to in a while. That wasn’t surprising, given the current circumstances.
Pit, the young angel, flew across the night sky toward the meeting place of the resistance. His face was that of a warrior as he landed on the stoop of the mansion and knocked.
“Password,” a voice said from the other side of the door. It sounded familiar, an Italian voice. It made Pit recoil at first, but he eased when he remembered who the leader of the resistance was.
“World negative one,” Pit replied with confidence and suddenly the floor beneath him began to move, revealing a large, green pipe. Before he could react, the pipe was sucking him down into it. He traveled through the tube, doing loops and eventually being spit out in a large room with a big rectangular table in the center of it. Around the table, many members of the resistance sat. Pit noticed the Ice Climbers sitting with each other, smacking their hammers on the ground lightly.
Luigi stepped into the room and went to a seat at the front of the table. Everyone nodded at him in recognition and Pit quickly took his seat. They would start once the rest of the resistance arrived.
Alright, everyone in the resistance has to meet at the mansion but everyone else can do whatever.
Pit, the young angel, flew across the night sky toward the meeting place of the resistance. His face was that of a warrior as he landed on the stoop of the mansion and knocked.
“Password,” a voice said from the other side of the door. It sounded familiar, an Italian voice. It made Pit recoil at first, but he eased when he remembered who the leader of the resistance was.
“World negative one,” Pit replied with confidence and suddenly the floor beneath him began to move, revealing a large, green pipe. Before he could react, the pipe was sucking him down into it. He traveled through the tube, doing loops and eventually being spit out in a large room with a big rectangular table in the center of it. Around the table, many members of the resistance sat. Pit noticed the Ice Climbers sitting with each other, smacking their hammers on the ground lightly.
Luigi stepped into the room and went to a seat at the front of the table. Everyone nodded at him in recognition and Pit quickly took his seat. They would start once the rest of the resistance arrived.
Alright, everyone in the resistance has to meet at the mansion but everyone else can do whatever.