Re: Act 4 - A : Comrades, Friends, and Enemies
"Eugh... gross." Ashley made some effort to avoid stepping in the blood at first, but the state of the hall made that difficult and eventually impossible. At least it was old enough that it probably wouldn't stick to anything unless she got down on the ground and rolled around in it. Why, exactly why, was that a thought that ever even crossed my mind? Gross, Ash. Double gross.
"Looks like it's time to pull a Scooby-Doo, then." She met her team with a hopeful look at first, then a sigh and shake of her head. "You know, split up to cover more ground." She was rather less interested in the process of deciding who goes where, and decided instead to join Trisha at the no-way-in-Hell chained door.
"Y'know what'd be awesome right about now?" Despite the gruesome surroundings, Ashley's young mind wandered -- really, she was pretty much accustomed to the blood and gore by now anyway, which in and of itself probably should've been troubling, but she paid it no particular mind. "A sword. Not even, like, a good sword, made proper and everything; just any old generic hunk of cast-forged junk, it's not like the deadies need much force to take 'em down." She held up a hand and one finger demonstratively, counting off as she went. "Firstly, it'd be awesome. Second, wouldn't break like wooden tools, this shit would last; even if it was the junkiest junk, it's still metal. Third, it'd keep a better distance than just... y'know... knives." She twirled her knife between her fingers demonstratively, whistling a quiet little tune as she did so. "Bad for safety, knives. And fourthly... did I mention it'd be awesome? You'd be like, King Arthur of Apocalypse Camelot with your mighty Brainscalibur." She held her knife up, gripped in both hands in front of her face and blade pointing upwards, in a pose that was probably supposed to look heroic, but that she really just stole from a cartoon. She flashed her cheesy grin behind it anyway.