"That's a good idea," Roma replied, regaining the strength in her voice. She ws finally seeing hope again. "Yeah. I'll help distract the suits of armor. Anyone want to come with me?" She didn't really care if someone volunteered or not. She would go alone if she had to. Once she had her self-confidense back, nothing could have stopped her in her task.

"I would.. except.." Orion trailed off, feeling kind of let down by his disabilty that he couldn't help. He felt useless, but only pushed himself harder into pulling out the water pipe. He raised his eyebrows at Nicholas, wondering why he didn't answer, but shrugged. "..Nicholas?"

"I got it." Nicholas said, replying to both the fire, which was now burning heartily, and to the pipe, which he went over to give Orion a hand with. He got the pipe open, and water immediately began pouring out. "I'd suggest moving if you like your shoes." He said, helping Orion out of the bathroom.

Orion nodded, then made his way with Nicholas's help over to a chair. He glanced at the water pouring out, his shoes already wet, then looked around. "We should clog it until we need it," he said, meaning that they should put something to stop the water from coming out until they needed it. He looked over at everyone, his eyes lingering on Elizabeth and Jakob, then looked back at the bathroom. It was getting really windy and cold in the mansion, and the fire only helped alittle. He knew that it wasn't just the spectres, that it was just the weather and it happened that the Mansion was a big place.

Elizabeth watched proceedings with keen eyes, her heart thumping wildly. This just might work, she thought. She looked around the room for something to clog the pipe with, her eyes fell on a large richly woven tapestry, it must have been over a hundred years old, and worth at least a few hundred galleons, if not a thousand.
"Here, this will do." she said climbing up on the desk to tear it off the wall. She felt a little guilty that it would be destroyed, but this was short lived when as soon as she put her hand to it one of the dragons in the picture bit her.
"Ow!" she screamed falling back off the desk, landing with a thud on the floor. Anger flashed inside her. This house is really getting on my nerves, she thought.
She broke off the leg of a chair by smashing it against the wall, then ran over to lthe fire place and lit the end. This done, she pierced the middle of the tapestry with the make-shift torch, burning a hole in the centre. The creatures depicted in the tapestry disappeared at once. She tore it down and stamped out the fire.
"Here." She said roughly carrrying the bundle over to Nicholas and Orion to stuff in the pipe. "That should do the trick."
She suddenly became aware of a sharp searing pain running up her arm. She looked down. A deep gash was cut into her arm, blood dripping on the carpet. She came over faint, and had to reach out to steady herself, grabbing onto Nicholas.
"I'm ok." she stated, before any of them could say anything. "Don't worry about it."

Jakob noticed Orion still watching him, and a stream of careless euphoria traversed his limbs. Though his body barely obeyed his intentions, he struggled to pay attention to what the others were saying. He heard whispers of attracting attention, clogging, rust... slowly the words began to make sense to him, and he faintly got up, his legs dangling a tad.
"I'll go fool the suits of armour!" Jakob announced, with the air that he would not take "no" as an answer. The revelling look had not left his eyes, but he hoped for the best; his hatred for that house would do to aid him in his task.
With that being said, the lad walked towards the door, throwing his last glance at Orion, feeling slightly dazzled as to his injuries.

ooc: guys... where are you?

Ooc: We're in a parlor, and suits of armor are attacking us.

Orion stared at Elizabeth's cut, then shook his head. "..It's not okay. If you don't treat it right away, it might get infected," he said, moving slowly towards the bathroom, leaning on his left leg more than his right, then rummaged around, pulling out a piece of cloth, taking soap and a bucket, then slowly moving back towards them. He unclogged the water for a second and filled up the bucket, instantly clogging it back up. He held it out to Nicholas, thinking that he should do it, since Elizabeth obviously liked him. He turned around as Jakob was walking towards the door, noticing that he was doing so. "Wait!" He said, not in a loud voice, but in a loud whisper.

"Wait? Why?" Jakob burst out, watching Orion wonderingly. he had somewhat recovered by then and was more than anxious to actually do something useful -- to actually fight someone... or something. As long as it had to do with Hoxac he was fine with it.
"What is it now?" Jakob asked nervously, wiping a tear of sweat from across his ear.

Elizabeth winced as her cut was dabbed.
"It's fine really." she repeated, though her voice caught in her throat as she did so. A shiver went down her spine. The clamour of the suits of armour was crashing all around them.
"I wish I could use magic, if only just to shut them up!" she muttered, as much to herself as to anyone within earshot.

"I'm coming with you, Jakob," Roma replied, getting up from the chair. "Do you have a plan to distract them?" A plan was obviously better than a mess of things. Especially in this situation. "We could throw stuff at them until they follow us out of anger. And then Nocholas, Elizabeth, and Orion could splash some water on them and we're good to go."

Orion shook his head at Jakob. "We have to move the torch and water near the door. And we all need to push the couch into them when the door is open," he said, carrying a bucket of water, and the pipe over towards the door. He then moved slowly towards the fire, taking a stick and making the fire catch it on fire. He then moved back, his left arm hanging limply at his side, and moved over to the side, the couch already lined up so it could move through the door quickly.

He stood there for a second, then, once the pounding stopped, he murmured, "On my count. One. Two," he paused, then opened the door. "Three!"

"And this is how we distract them then? With a couch?" Jakob said, feeling somewhat disappointed, and getting closer to Roma. The door slammed open, yet the suits of armour were not in immediate reach. Jakob put his shoulder to push the couch, though he was seriously doubting this alternate -to his imagination- way of dealing with the things.

Roma walked over to the couch and got ready to push it. As soon as Orion had opened the door, she started pushing. She couldn't get very far on her own but she figured, in a while, everyone would join and this couch would actually get somewhere. "So we don't need to distract the suits of armor?" she asked, still pushing. Well, I doubt a couch is going to hold them off a long time.

"No, no," Orion said, making sure the suits of armor haven't seen him. "It will push them into the wall, holding them for about a minute, while you two run down the hall and distract them by trying to get them mad. Once they go after you, and have their backs turned, I'll spray them, and someone else will torch 'em," he said, glancing over at the surprised suits of armor --- surprised that the group was coming out.

The suits of armor had glowing red eyes, and bloody swords and knives of who-knows-what. It seemed like a real person was inside them, but there was no head. Only eyes.

"Oh, that should be easy... the getting mad part." Jakob commented, glaring at the red eyes. He felt strangely prepared at that time and he awaited the moment as if at the start of a race.

Roma felt a shiver go down her back as she saw the suits of armor. We have to distract that? This is going to fun... She and Jakob pushed the couch into the group and watched it pin them to the wall behind them. "Let's go, Jakob!" she yelled to him, grabbing his hand and taking him out to the hallway.

"Quick!" Elizabeth shouted to Orion and Nicholas, ignoring the pain in her arm and grabbing the pipe.
"Get ready, as soon as they have their backs turned, we unclog, got it?"

"Oh, I'm coming, Roma!" Jakob agreed, as he sprang into the hallway, his heart pounding ever powerfully. He could see from the corner of his eye the armours glaring at them, trying to release themselves from the weight of the couch. "Well, any thoughts to distract them? Just taunt them or perhaps chant something?" Jakob asked, jokingly.

Orion blinked in surprise to see how Elizabeth was bossing him around. He found it funny, since he was the one that usually bossed people around. He bit back an urge to laugh, a small snicker coming out either way, then took the torch. He stood by the door, waiting for them.

The suits of armor struggled against the couch's hold, then, one of them was able to move its foot, kicking the couch back with force, so it hit the wall and made the parlor shake. The armors watched as the two ran down the hallway, deciding whether they should go after them or not. They also noticed that three more people were in the room, and three was much bigger than two. The suits seemed to agree together, then slowly came towards the small group in the room.

Roma looked back at them. "Ummm...I guess we should just taunt them with rude comments that they can't ignore. How about we...Oh! I have an idea!" She cleared her throat so that she would be loud enough. "Hey, you pieces of junky metal!" They all looked to Roma and Jakob. "What's with the swords? That whole 'ketchup to make it look like blood' thing is not working. Where do you get your ideas for a prank anyways?" She hoped that got them mad enough before turning back to Jakob. "Anything else?"

"Good one." he acknowledged, smiling at Roma. He kept repeating in his head... get them away from the other three...
"Umm... yeah, and all you junks can just go poke them ketchuped eyes at that **** of Hoxac!" and as he said that, he got close enough to one of the suits of armour and hit it with his leg, then ran back to Roma, panting a little. This did prove exciting, after all... until a certain point.

Elizabeth gasped and held her breath as, despite Roma's and Jakob's attempts they turned inward on the three of them. She closed her eyes and tried to think of happier times, happier places.

Even in this tight situation, Roma couldn't help but laugh. "That was really lame. You need better lines." Jakob could always make her laugh, even when she was scared out of her mind. Just like right now. She looked back at the suits of armor, hoping that they would start going after them.

Even though what Jakob did WAS lame, the armors stopped, then seemed to be communicating through telepathism.. [ is that even a word? xD I know telepathic.. ] They all turned their backs on the other three, thinking that if one of them was lame enough to kick a METAL object, it'd be alot easier to take out the two of them.

Orion nodded at Elizabeth, whispering, "NOW!"