[Doesn't sound good is something of an understatement, actually. Up until this point, the ghost had been moving steadily along on its track with minimal sound, just a low electronic whine of gears.
Now...there's a definitely a lot more whirring, which soon gives way to an almost angry sounding clicking and grinding. The whirring seems to have dropped a few octaves as well, growing stronger, louder, deeper; whatever Nico just took a slash at...is apparently a lot more substantial that just cardboard and wire.
That bedsheet's turning out to be pretty spooky after all, since it was apparently there to conceal whatever's behind that cardboard ghost.
...Which gradually begins to come into view as the gaping rent Nico's sword made in the badly-painted cardboard s l o w l y tears wider and wider.
It's mechanical, lots of sleek black and grey metal, and as they stand there gaping at the unexpected, partly-revealed whatever-it-is...the whatever-it-is suddenly gives a low snort, spraying them with twin plumes of (...pumpkin-scented?) dry ice.
Piper keeps her voice low and calm, but the hand gripping his shoulder is gripping it noticeably harder than before. Trying to fight this thing while tied together is a bad plan any way she looks at it, which leaves them basically one option here.]
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Now...there's a definitely a lot more whirring, which soon gives way to an almost angry sounding clicking and grinding. The whirring seems to have dropped a few octaves as well, growing stronger, louder, deeper; whatever Nico just took a slash at...is apparently a lot more substantial that just cardboard and wire.
That bedsheet's turning out to be pretty spooky after all, since it was apparently there to conceal whatever's behind that cardboard ghost.
...Which gradually begins to come into view as the gaping rent Nico's sword made in the badly-painted cardboard s l o w l y tears wider and wider.
It's mechanical, lots of sleek black and grey metal, and as they stand there gaping at the unexpected, partly-revealed whatever-it-is...the whatever-it-is suddenly gives a low snort, spraying them with twin plumes of (...pumpkin-scented?) dry ice.
Piper keeps her voice low and calm, but the hand gripping his shoulder is gripping it noticeably harder than before. Trying to fight this thing while tied together is a bad plan any way she looks at it, which leaves them basically one option here.]
...Run for it?