Stuck in an Elevator [IC]

Walker, despite her rampant mommy issues, liked to keep her feet planted on the floor. Being on an elevator nullified that feeling, even if she wasn't actually flying; still, the feeling of the air pressure around her ears slowly decreasing was more than enough to make her shudder at least a bit, and she'd normally avoid an elevator if she could. Alas, the aristocrat was due to attend a meeting up on... An abnormally high floor of some department store (what fun), to negotiate some terms regarding the prices of certain goods. (It was deliberately kept vague so that information leakage would be pretty much redundant.) The floor in question was too high for stairs to really be that useful, so... Elevator it was.

Even then, her discomfort remained as she stood in the elevator next to a young man who could've looked and acted like her son but... Didn't. She frowned as she looked over at her shoulder at him, about to say something when- Screeeeeech. The elevator came to a stop.

"Do you know where my son is?" she blurted as soon as the noise subsided. Her hands had been put up to her ears before then, but the woman allowed them to come back down to her sides as she sighed and shook her head. "I do not know. I think you youths are the same in almost every regard. That curious yet arrogant outlook, that subtle expression that conveys both too little and too much at the same time... You two would likely know each other at the very least, I hope," Walker explained further while still not minding the quiet beeping coming from the elevator's monitor. She stood up on her feet for a second before folding her hands together, almost as if she was trying to establish dominance in this confined space. Disgusting, but it was the least she could do to alleviate the tension over the situation. Pretend this man was her son, act like a mother, yada yada... Not weird at all!

Finally, the beeping could no longer be ignored as she looked over at the monitor and remarked, "Oh, the elevator stopped." No kidding! Walker trotted over to it and pressed some buttons; then she stood back, expecting the beeping to stop, but... It still beeped. The woman now scowled as her hand hovered over her pocket. The temptation to take out something to get her out of this place was... Really tempting, even if it meant leaving this other fellow behind. He may be comparable to her son, but even then...

Walker glanced over at him before grumbling, "You know, it would be so much more helpful if you actually did something besides grovel or sit there..." Kind of something like my son would do though. Ouch, and what the fuck. She took out a capsule before opening it, releasing a large mole with a metallic drill bit over its head. It twitched its nose while looking over at Walker, expecting an order from her.

"Normally, I would not make my creatures do such menial tasks," she admitted to nobody in particular, "but desperate times do call for desperate measures. I should probably see if this mole can help break this elevator door open. Conveniently enough, she didn't think beyond that step; the mole would strike, and they'd be free. Ideally. Walker bit down on her lip for a second before asking her mole, "You got that? Go ram into the door and break it open." Her creature nodded, closing the bit over its face like a mask before charging into the door, and... The door didn't break. Welp, so much for that plan. Walker, in a mix of surprise and horror, backed herself against the wall as her mole came back to her side. Putting her hands over her head, the aristocrat mumbled, "Oh... Oh no... I will be late for the meeting from there... Oh my..." Her lip twitched, and for once, she felt something that could be akin to genuine terror.

Walker dies inside yet again. yeehaw. I love Peony, but unfortunately, Walker is terrified as shit.....

here's a follow-up as always- :3c

Father Priest was astonished. He pressed himself tightly against the corner not only to give Peony's larger form room in the elevator, but to keep as big a distance as he could. His face was a mixture of horror, shock, disgust, and even a twinge of fear. She was a frightening behemoth, after all. Normally he would be screeching and throwing the book at her - literally. But there were factors that stopped him: one such being that attacking her could very easily cause the elevator to fall and crush him. Another was, well, she didn't seem hostile. It didn't seem like she was on the hunt for souls to steal or influence, and she had a strange energy to her, one reminiscent of an angel. He couldn't tell if she had a connection to any, or if she simply a non-violent demon, both of which were difficult to believe in his long life... but something he couldn't 100% dismiss.
Nevertheless, the priest maintained at least a glare, tightly gripping a cross close to his chest. This was going to be a very long and trying day.

Why had the elevator stopped so suddenly? Was something bad about to happen? An enemy attacking, stopping the elevator so they could then crash it? Kiushhu glanced around, looking towards the doors to attempt to smash them open at the first sign of true danger. Alert, already charging up energy to crash a vine into the place if need be. Steady, hiding any worry or panic behind themselves. Easy enough ,considering one could only ever see their mask anyways.

It was then, the uberhero was reminded of another in the elevator with them. Taking a steady breath as the green energy buzzed lightly along their robotic limb, they turned their masked face towards Clement.

"This is...Not something I am used to," They chuckled, "Excuse me if I seem tense. I have to keep alert incase anything goes...wrong."

They hummed a little tune, "Do these things break down often around here?"

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(Follow up!!kafkaesque god poor Smith ahh)

Kiushhu tilted their head at the odd request, feeling a little worried at the very intimidated, almost fearful tone the woman had taken. They bowed their head calmly, with a promise to stay quiet, though their unfortunate habit of always pressing for information slightly shone through.

"...Are you in danger at home?" They asked, bluntly though laced with concern, "...Do not ever let them decide your fate. Escape if you are truly threatened by them. You are braver than those that wish to do you harm."

And with that, the warrior let that piece of conversation drop just as quickly as it had started. There was no need for anything else in that regard. As for the issue with the elevator?

"My weapon?" They half questioned, humming as it bustled with a little green energy, "I'm afraid that's only good for vine summoning...not too terribly useful at fixing, but decent at damage."

Kiushhu took a relaxed breath, "We are safe, I'm certain of that. Just keep a level head and it will all be over before you know it. And if you so wish, we will not have to meet again. I leave that choice up to you."

Smith admittedly found the hero a bit charming ever since they had spent the night with her in terms of a sleepover. Honestly, though, she was more surprised that they... Tolerated her than anything else. Even after she told them that they weren't supposed to play watch-guard outside, there was still that generally relaxed attitude that they had in their mannerisms and voice... And that was something she couldn't help but admire.

Such admiration was put to the test as she turned to face them, both parties now stuck in an elevator. It was supposed to be a coincidence that they met again, really, because her husband was always the jealous type. He raised a brow when she told him of her little endeavor of that night, where they decided to watch television and play a board game or two. Many times before, she had tried reassuring herself that he was just paranoid, but... Oh goodness, is he going to be real mad if this ever pans out in our favor...

"Um," she piqued in while staring at the other party, "if we get out of here, ummm... Can we just pretend this never happened, please?" Her voice almost rang with desperation as her doleful eyes looked up at the elevator number, remaining as static as ever. "Like... I enjoy your company. You seem like a nice fellow, but... I just... I just want to rewrite it so that we only ever met once. In my house." She gulped. That request sounded a little rude now, didn't it? Her eyes immediately clouded upon this epiphany.

"I'm sorry. It's just..."

Now the situation was really bearing down upon her, as the young woman covered up her eyes and started to tremble, muttering, "... I don't know what else to do. We're trapped, and... It's going to confuse whomever might be waiting for us, and... It'd be better if it was never brought up again..." She appeared so small and pitiful in that moment, though that already kind of assumed she wasn't already so. The woman drew in a breath before... Sighing.

"Well, I won't be much help to you, to be honest. I think your constant vigilance will be more helpful in terms of figuring out whether this elevator will collapse or not," Smith mumbled with a hint of resignation before looking over at the number pad. Suddenly, a spark emerged ever so slightly in her eyes. "Wait, um, you have that apparatus, right? Maybe... Maybe you could try using it to restore function in the pad? I doubt it'll work, but... It'll be something at least, you know. Better than what my own arms or legs could do anyway." Sure, but the mind also existed, and it wasn't like hers was that feeble. Poor Smith.

Smith is.... a disaster as always...... :")))

here's a follow-up because why not-

This elevator was coming down sooooooo slowly. At least, in Dani's impatient mind anyway. She was eager to finally drop off her luggage in her hotel room. She noticed a woman had come behind her, also waiting for the elevator, but she didn't really pay mind besides being a little internally annoyed that she'd have to share the ride up with someone else. Oh well.

Finally, the elevator came and the two women went in, Dani pressing her button and Smith following suit right after. The elevator started on it's slow path again before an abrupt stop.

"...Should've known that this damn elevator was gonna stop, it was so slow..." She muttered to herself, propping down a bag of hers so she could sit down.

Dani took a look at the woman she was stuck in the elevator with. Something felt...off and uncomfortable about her. Something about her stare, her demeanor...reminded her of her mother. She quickly averted her gaze away, trying not to think on it anymore.

Let's get something straight. Matthias has no idea how to even work an elevator, yet here he was, standing in one, looking at everything around him as if he were completely foreign to him. The truth was, it actually is foreign to him. Being stuck in a weird, magical and spooky forest after having extreme amnesia and loss of memory does something to a man. So suddenly being shoved into an elevator and being left to fend for himself was... interesting, to say nonetheless. Especially with a woman he didn't even know.

That in of itself wasn't the problem, since he was practically enraptured in the buttons that operated the elevator, and the odd, but somewhat worldly music that seemed to echo around them. You see, the problem was that the elevator stopped. Of course, being trapped in a completely new space with the looming possibility that they could fall to their deaths at any moment made him somewhat nervous, maybe panic a little if it wasn't evident with the way his ears pinned against his head. 

In this elevator, he heard no voices, there were no trees or sorts of flora for him to speak to. The weeds growing around and under on his skin certainly didn't help with staying quiet. He didn't like the silence that this area brought, especially when there was another person in there with him. It was painfully awkward, and for once he would have to deal with it instead of just escaping to his own head.

The woman was fairly attractive, and he had to admit he was at least a bit more curious about her. For awhile he would neglect his own curiosity about the woman and who she was, because while his interest lay inherently in men, or, practically no one at all since he had zero attention span, he could at least appreciate someone who looked pretty. It wasn't just her looks, but it was also her aura that gave off the sense that she had been through much- he could practically feel it coming off of her in waves, the hurt that she had been dragged through her entire life. Though he wouldn't prod about that, he would at least talk to her to at least make the silence.. less quiet.

"What is this thing?" Was all he would ask, and at first it was a question to no one. He seemed to be staring at the buttons, as if he had been talking to them, but then he slowly dragged his gaze over to the woman, trying to ease his growing anxiety by talking to her. The dog-humanoid tilted his head, wondering if she would answer him. It wasn't often that he got out of his own head to make conversation, but he would at least give it a shot now.

This was going to be a long, long elevator ride. 

Smithson drew in a deep breath as he eyed the ceiling of the elevator. He sure didn't feel like he was moving, and that was something he really wasn't keen on appreciating at the moment. After all, he usually hated elevators; the middle-aged man was one of those obnoxious older people who thought that anything invented past a certain point was useless at best and actively harmful at worst. It seemed that in this moment, he was affirming the latter in his mind - a dangerous game to be playing when dealing with someone as influential as him.

He wouldn't brag his ranking just yet, though, since he was... Well... Stuck. His eyes traveled over to the younger dog-humanoid, whom he remembered as that fellow his wife had once spoken with. She had told him that he was pleasant, albeit nervous. As he had every right to be, the aristocrat thought with a grunt while tapping his foot against the floor, both in terms of the company he's in and the current situation. Rude.

"You seem a bit dazed," Smithson remarked as he saw that familiarly spacey look in the other party's eyes, "I get it. An elevator never stopped on you before. I haven't either, but that's because I haven't ever ridden on one before. This would be..." He held out a hand and outstretched just a few digits. "... Probably my second or third time? Ever? It's almost pitiful because I lived in the city, where these things were common, but I always preferred to take the stairs unless absolutely necessary."

With a huff, he started to pace around the compartment before continuing, "That asides, this would be my first time meeting you. I know that. Though even then, I know you. You met my wife before, hm? I don't think she was lying when she said that you looked like..." He trailed off for a second before coughing into his sleeve and mumbling, "... A dog..."

That wasn't supposed to be rude for once, though Smithson did think it came off that way. Not that he planned to correct himself as he looked away from the other party. What do dogs do when stuck in an elevator? Space out like that? Start whining or crying? Or go completely hostile and try to attack anyone whom they perceive as a threat?

"I think it'd just be better if we at least made this stay productive, since I know for a fact that the technicians are going to come in and address this issue soon," Smithson grunted matter-of-factly while blatantly sticking himself to one corner of the elevator, apparently so he could get away from the youth. Oh? Don't be rude? "How about... We talk, or get to become acquainted each other? Something along those lines. You know my wife and vice versa, so it only makes sense for me to take a knack at it. Plus, it'd be so much better than staring up at the ceiling anyway, you know." Maybe it would, if this conversation went south. Who knows?

oh god rip both of these men usyfvfsdgfvsfv- tfw an elevator kicks both of their asses.... :"))))

here's a follow-up!!

Already running late, Tiberius slammed his hand in between the elevator doors before they could close on him, slipping in and letting out a small sigh of relief, relaxing as he dropped his duffel bag to the ground, feeling for his phone and panicking for a moment before he found it in his back pocket. He could definitely make it to his flight in time. He knew if he missed it he wouldn't hear the end of it from his sister. Perhaps taking the stairs would have been faster, but he needed a moment to catch his breath anyways.

He shifted slightly, now noticing that he was not alone in the elevator. No doubt the other person had seen the rushed look on his face when he had slammed his hand between the doors. It was stupid, yeah, but he was prone to making questionable split second decisions, which often gets him into a lot of trouble with the older operatives, claiming he was too willing to risk his life. But hey, he wasn't dead yet, so he'd trust his gut and feelings for now.

The elevator screeching to a halt had Tiberius letting out a groan as he put a hand through his hair, looking around before he pressed the call button on the elevator to try and get help as soon as possible. He was not about to sit here for who knows how long and risk getting chewed out by his sister for missing his flight. She was a scary woman when she wanted to be, and he was already on her bad side for accidentally ruining the new carpet when his little niece asked to paint his nails and ended up spilling the red nail polish all over the newly installed tan carpet.

Ty glanced over at the man, then up at the elevator ceiling, thinking for a moment, before he sighed, deciding it certainly was not worth it to see if he could climb up an elevator shaft. " Should've taken the stairs..." He said to himself, arms crossing over his chest as he tapped his foot anxiously, before grabbing his phone to check the time. Of course he had no service in this damn thing, so he couldn't even text his sister to tell her he was probably going to miss the flight. His one week off before he went back on base, and of course this happened.

The silence was making his quite anxious as he shifted from one foot to the other, biting his lower lip as he tried to focus on something to pass the time. He was absolutely horrid at small talk, and the guy next to him had a rather... annoyed look on his face so Ty knew talking was probably a mistake, but whatever.

"So... come here often?" It was a lame attempt at some sort of joke, something to help lighten the mood at least a bit, but he was never good at conversation starters, or jokes for that matter. 

These two are actually great lmao. i could see a weird AU with them. Willow is great x) i read her bio and saw she liked dancing, and Ty loves dancing too so...

AstroOrbit

Putting under spoiler for being long and also Willow being Willow, lmao poor Tiberius having to deal with a terrified child.

JKHR,DOWIHRTH Aaaaa that was so adorableeeeeeee I'll have to write a follow upppp eeeeeeeee

Eclipse walked into the elevator, having just settling some business he was now on his way home.  He stood with his back against the rail of the elevator waiting patiently with closed eyelids for it to start moving. His ears twitched slightly as he heard a pair of footsteps approaching; taking a soft breath he opened his golden eyes to see no one at first. His eyes then glanced downwards to see a small child in front of him. He tilted his head slightly, a memory began to stir, he had seen this child before....of course at the dance that one night. Smiling warmly he knelt down to her level. "Hello again little one, out on an adventure again I see." He said softly as the doors began to close.

He watched as she rocked on her heels as she stood and couldn't help but smile. Suddenly the elevator lurched knocking the small child off balance, quickly Eclipse grabbed her and pulled close to his tall form. He gave a sigh of relief before pulling away slightly to look at her. "Well, that was quite the shock now wasn't it?" He said pressing the call button, he then noticed that she was now clinging to him for dear life, gently he pulled her into another hug, softly stroking through her hair. 

"Hey it's okay, the elevator is just taking a rest, nothing to be scared of." He watched as his words didn't seem to be working so he tried a different approach. "Hey...do you want to see some magic?" He asked. After receiving a nod from the small child, he moved her so her back was against his chest as they both sat on the floor. Gently he began to twist and turn his hands in various motions, shortly after small golden sparks began to follow his fingers, swirling and merging into each other. Eventually these spinning sparks turned into small golden creatures, butterflies of golden magic began to dance and flutter around the elevator. he smiled warmly as his companion began to reach out to try and catch the magically created creatures. He made a couple of them land on her hands and head, making her laugh happily.  Grinning he carried out using his magic making these butterflies merge together only to create several birds with the same golden glow in their feathers. This carried on for a while he went from birds to rabbits, and then rabbits to foxes; slowly building up the animals size and making them run and jump around the still elevator. Eventually he got to a large golden bear which reared up on it's hind legs before stomping on the ground before disappearing into small falling golden sparkles of light, the elevator lurched again and continued it's gentle descent.

"Well look at that, looks like our bear friend helps us out." Eclipse said, smiling happily that they were moving again. He stood up slowly and pulled the small child to her feet. Not long after the doors opened. "See...." he said ruffling her hair. "....nothing to be afraid of."

(Hope it's okay ^.=.^)

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Follow Up:

A dog, in this elevator? It's more likely than you think - in the most awkward way possible.

The pooch had gotten herself lost while wandering through a store, having broken loose from Dolores's leash and ambling about. She seemed perfectly oblivious to everything around her, casually sniffing everything and everyone - until she found herself in an elevator. Not that she knew what an elevator actually was. For her, it was just a very cramped, very small, very empty house. And to make things just a little bit more awkward, she wasn't alone. Poffin looked up to see a being looming over her and promptly barked at him, her tail wagging subtly as its fur dragged against the floor. She liked this fellow, if only because he smelled faintly of herbs, and it reminded him of the familiar old woman.

Eventually, when the elevator started to move, the terrier jumped and huddled close to the other party. Adieu, chances of finding her guardian anytime soon, given that she likely didn't know that her beloved dog was on an elevator with some stranger. Just as she started to adjust to the feeling of moving downward, however, the elevator suddenly... Stopped, and the hissing sound it made was enough to make her whine and start pacing throughout the compartment.

She then stopped pacing and looked over at the tiefling, who seemed occupied with trying to figure out what the hell this weird rectangle with buttons had. With a yip, Poffin stopped whining and proceeded to amble over to the foreign object, giving it a sniff before... Absentmindedly pressing at some buttons with her nose.

It really wouldn't be surprising if what she did ended up getting them even more stuck than before, huh? If so, then... Adieu, chances of being found by Dolores anytime soon.

Not that the dog exactly knew at the moment, as she scratched at her temples, then sniffed that herbal scent that the other party emitted once more. It was a calming scent that extended beyond just the scents of rosemary, basil, and lavender that danced together so peacefully, and Poffin was very much okay with this. It was already known that he sort of reminded her of her guardian, but also... He seemed genuinely nice. Perhaps she could linger with him, for just a little bit... At least until they got out of this elevator, and the pooch was found by Dolores again - of course.

oh god. oh fuck. the dog gets loose again.

that asides, I'm always down for wholesome interactions involving an animal. here's.... a follow-up...

49 wasn't really one to use elevators - he had his own ways of scaling floors, ways that he considered faster - but it was the first thing he saw. The man scrambled into the elevator, deliberating - where was he meaning to go again?

...Right! After some hesitation, he pressed the button that would take him there, and stood patiently in place, jumping when the elevator began to move. He'd never get used to that... ; _\ Seems like he wasn't alone on that, given the dog moving closer to him. "You 'n me both, bud..."

But it only took a few seconds to calm his nerves. There's time to kill, so he begins to look around, waving his hands slightly. It's like an idle animation. 

While staring around the small space, something caught his eye - .0! Someone else is here! The form was vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't pinpoint where... As his eye focused, he understood in a snap.

A Herdier!! .0 He didn't recall encountering many of them, especially not one in this form - this was definitely new! Everything in his head was saying PET THE DOG - and he almost did, reaching out - but personal space! Boundaries! 49 pulled his hand back, facing the elevator buttons again.

Did it stop, or...

Yeah, it seemed to have stopped. In his brief moment staring at the dog, he hadn't noticed, but she seemed to - beginning to pace. Shoot. Something must be up... "Ah - hey, I know this place is small, but - it'll be open in a sec! I think!" He tried to reassure Poffin, smiling as always.

Wasn't this when the doors were supposed to open? He looked back to the doors. Shut tight. Weird. Reaching toward the button panel, reading the labels closely - aha! Open door! 49 pressed the button, silently applauding himself. But the elevator didn't open.

o _\ Uh... Press it again?

Still nothing.

Ah shoot. He couldn't force the door open - he was nowhere near strong enough to do that. Maybe he could slip through the tiny gap in the door as a shadow...? No, that'd mean leaving the Herdier behind, all alone in this weird little room. That'd be cruel.

"Ah - uhh... Maybe it's just takin' a second?" Yeah, probably not. The words were meant more for Poffin than him.

Silently wondering - did she know what he really was past the human form? Not sure if she would have a way to know, but the question lingered. He didn't want to scare the poor thing more than she already was - heck, maybe he already did... ;_\ 

Taking a breath, he began to think - taking another look around, trying to figure out a way to get them both out of here. Maybe they could get through a crack in the wall, a loose ceiling panel, anything like that... If he managed to notice one.