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sheep_game2024-04-14 08:11 pm
finalbows) wrote in sheep_game2024-04-14 08:11 pm
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hello (heart)gamers. im here w some special guest stars
WHO: all who dare enter angie's literal mind palace. it's OPEN HOUSE! no invites needed!
WHERE: in front of miku's salad (and yours)
WHEN: evening 73.
[ in the middle of running a perfectly innocuous miniquest, Angel Devil falls down.
His clothes have twisted away into bone-white rags, leaving a body covered over with only thick swathes of red fur, and downy feathers. His long tail is curled into a tense arc, banded fur standing on end.
The air wavers like he’s a heat mirage, not a man. He’s boiling away with absolutely stupid amounts of arcane power… and, most frighteningly, he does not seem in control of the fact that it is there and being brought to bear. It’s impossible to get any closer to him.
When he speaks, it’s quite timid. ]
Oh.
Oops.
...Thought I had... a little more time.
[ (and in a blinding flash of light, there is the sound of something breaking.) ]
WHERE: in front of miku's salad (and yours)
WHEN: evening 73.
[ in the middle of running a perfectly innocuous miniquest, Angel Devil falls down.
His clothes have twisted away into bone-white rags, leaving a body covered over with only thick swathes of red fur, and downy feathers. His long tail is curled into a tense arc, banded fur standing on end.
The air wavers like he’s a heat mirage, not a man. He’s boiling away with absolutely stupid amounts of arcane power… and, most frighteningly, he does not seem in control of the fact that it is there and being brought to bear. It’s impossible to get any closer to him.
When he speaks, it’s quite timid. ]
Oh.
Oops.
...Thought I had... a little more time.
[ (and in a blinding flash of light, there is the sound of something breaking.) ]
~KRRSHHK~
[any observers will see, strangely see-through and superimposed on the scene, some kind of vast tree, illusionary roots twisting over and around to frame a door. the door itself is wrought of opaque stained glass in blacks and whites and greys; a stylized rendition of Angie in that strangely ragged, feathered form, curled in on himself, eyes closed. Angie himself is nowhere to be seen. ]
instead, a shadow . . . steps into view from behind the door. for a moment it looks like nothing so much as a second genome – then it turns, gaining features and definition with the movement. The monkey tail separates into three plumes; a ponytail unfurls into wings that lift up from the sides of the head.
. . . well. This is the least I can do before I go, in exchange for the safe harbor.
[she lifts her head, nodding to any observers, and gestures at the door.]
You’ll want to head in there now if you don’t wish to lose your flockmate, I think. Even the false-death of this place won’t be much help to him, if his soul is left to finish pulling itself apart.
My sisters and I can maintain the way into and out of it for you, but we were not made to knit such wounds by ourselves. Have a care.
instead, a shadow . . . steps into view from behind the door. for a moment it looks like nothing so much as a second genome – then it turns, gaining features and definition with the movement. The monkey tail separates into three plumes; a ponytail unfurls into wings that lift up from the sides of the head.
Teleute(?) is here, dressed in her customary black, but there is colour in her skin, and her hair and eyes are blue. she’s frowning.]
. . . well. This is the least I can do before I go, in exchange for the safe harbor.
[she lifts her head, nodding to any observers, and gestures at the door.]
You’ll want to head in there now if you don’t wish to lose your flockmate, I think. Even the false-death of this place won’t be much help to him, if his soul is left to finish pulling itself apart.
My sisters and I can maintain the way into and out of it for you, but we were not made to knit such wounds by ourselves. Have a care.
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
that sharing of your heart,
though the darkness shrouds you from sight,
identifies you as one whose foremost concern is the wellbeing of others.
that "truth" of who you are stays with you,
resting on your face...
Gained MASK OF THE SERVANT.
...lucky for you, a mirror to your right with rows of bulbs along its frame lights up, if you want to take a look at what your loyalty has wrought. ]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
[yeah he's going to go take a look in the mirror just to see what's up]
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or at least masked as one. you can be a furry if you want. lethe does have that cat suit. it would track ]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
If I get turned into a werewolf later I'm going to blame you.
[he doesn't mind it enough to try and take it off, though, so he'll press onward with it still on]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
your eyes finally adjust, and you find yourself backstage of a theatre. the indefinite murmur of a crowd waits beyond the closed curtains. but back here there is only raw potential, meaningless junk, and the tentative bones of stories to come.
and the tree roots, of course. mind that you don't trip. one of the stagehands just did, though the other one that was walking beside them keeps trudging on, completely ignoring the clumsy doll on the ground.]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
goes over to offer him a hand up, regardless]
Watch your step, there.
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the doll doesn't speak, but takes a moment to adjust its hat after being helped up. there is the impression a 'thank you' would have been voiced, if it had the words.
then it sees his mask. and suddenly DOES have words to speak to him. ]
"...Oh... you're... Like us...
...Thank you."
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...we might get in trouble if we talk too long out here..."
[ WHAT TO DO.... ahah. has an idea.
the black mage 'drops' a shiny key. ]
"I'm going to finish my tasks... then, um... I need to go get more supplies... from the west storeroom. I better not forget where I put the key."
[ waddles off to work ]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
[picks up the key and takes a look around for the west storeroom; is it in the direction the mage is heading? if so, he'll meander along after]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD 1/2
[ it's not easy to get to, though. ]
[ Lead deeper into the chaotic inner guts of the playhouse, far beyond the pretty public facade, the two of you walk through a room with a great big steam(?)-powered machine, that looks like it was cobbled together with some serious ingenuity, chewing gum, and prayer... it's carrying strange cloth eggs along an assembly line.
occasionally, the eggs will be visible again in other rooms, riding a conveyor belt as various doodads swoop down from the ceiling to do inscrutable little adjustments to them. ]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD 2/2 help me i forgot to hit the damn send
this is a factory for producing living, sentient dolls made of clothe and vapor,
and it's also something like a bug nest, too-rounded structures made from unsettling materials. ]
[ when you reach the dead end storeroom, your surroundings have become truly alien and bizarre.
the black mage the led you in here fidgets with their gloves, waiting for you to close the door. ]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
So, what's up? Is there something I can help with?
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
But... first... Y-you wanted me to answer your questions, right?
It's just that we might get yelled at, if we just stand around outside chatting...
The Maestro can get... really vicious and personal.
And then there's this pair of managers who wear white and red and blue, and they'll team up on you. It's stressful."
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
[but, since they're in the storage area anyways...he taps his mask]
Can you tell me what this is for? Am I supposed to be part of the show or something? I get stage fright, so I shouldn't go out there.
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
Um...
But it's.. your strength, I think? And something that needs to be protected.
...And it'll keep you safe, from the Mist."
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"...Find more, if that's okay... others... but especially like yours... don't let him forget... he's not that different from us. That he doesn't have to be so mad about it. He needs to know your mask can be a good thing, too. Any of them... CAN be...
...But... be careful around the one with the red scratches on its face."
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
[whether he's careful or not will be a different story, but he at least knows this information]
Do you have an idea of where I might find the other masks? Honestly, in this kind of situation, it feels like it'd be easiest to talk to him directly and sort things out. But I know things are never that straightforward in a heart.
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
"Just talking directly...
I think it won't be so bad."
[ after all,
a copy of Lethe's mask briefly shimmers on the void of the doll's face. ]
"But I think... you should try to reach the red eye in the sky."
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[reflexively looks up before remembering they're in a storage room]
I'd need a way to fly in order to get there. I don't suppose you've got some wings I could use?
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--Oh I like that idea. Is the dragon in the theater? I can take a look around if you don't know where it is, don't worry. Since you seem to know a lot I wanted to get what information I could.
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
...Thank you for listening. It sure feels nice to be helpful... doesn't it?"
[ the mask flashes on its face again,
and then
the doll vanishes, leaving behind ONE FOURTH of a MASK OF THE SERVANT. ]
Re: ONWARD, LILYBUD
[WELL. that's new. he'll go ahead and take that mask piece, tuck is safely in his pocket for now, and head back over to where some of the stagehands are mulling around. he's just being nosy and seeing what everyone is doing, first and foremost.]