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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: 3/3 "zazo does that song have happy birthday in it" y, yes
Thank you for trusting me.
[he'll reach, then, with that mental hand. careful about it; he remembers how that bright string was straining last time he saw it.]
1/2
[ the memory of Pandaemonium's most grotesque surgical suite shakes around them. ]
"...
I am quite scared, ha, ha, ha. This could go very, very wrong. Quite a few someone's have taken the opportunity to do something very terrible to me, in such a moment of vulnerability before. And the whole thing is already quite. Precarious. My Master did not believe in half-measures.
Well.
Do your utmost, Charon, whatever it may be."
2/2
the thread of the curse snaps,
and it turns out that fucker was elastic, because it jerks hard in Charon's grip as it surges toward a course for its origin.
hold on tight, buddy! ]
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HE HANGS ON!]
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beautiful blue skies.
faint bleating in the distance.
the scent of so goddamn many flowers.
gothy wrought iron fence in front of a haunted mansion.
...
what the hell.
you're at rose.
the thread's gone slack in your hand, but it does still have further to lead you. it's just that...
...it can't keep pulling forward, before there's a door closed on the next segment of it - Rose's front door, to be specific. ]
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[
waves up a Lily ghost and gets it to go look in the apple tree for a key]
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...
one particular apple falls down. it's red, with tons of yellow speckles. ]
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apple sure looks yum. definitely not poison. definitely normal. probably nothing in there but some perfectly normal apple seeds with tiny bits of cyanide in them! ]
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the core of the apple has been hollowed out and had a rose key left inside it, yeah. you understand angie's psyche way too well. ]
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then puts it in the door lock :'(]
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the string's probably gonna jerk you around again as soon as you open that door. maybe if you dig your heels in it'll be fine. ]
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please he would much rather walk to the clown confrontation he doesn't want but if it insists on Loony Tunes boinging him then that is simply his life]
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you know what.
through GRIT, WILLPOWER, and, dare I say, PERSEVERANCE, you don't completely become the ball in a Rose Barn-themed pinball board.
however, you are, indeed, RESIGNED enough to the fact that this may well be your fate...
you become the ball in a Rose Barn-themed pinball board at a very controllable 0.5x speed. idk the trajectory probably looks at least a LITTLE like this, tho we don't have an official floorplan. that string was hooked on the chaise. wrapped three times around azdaja's doorknob. wrapped once on ANGIE'S doorknob. narrowly avoided knocking over the crystal rose.
and then stops short at the entrance to Rose's underground hedge maze.
there's a ding noise.
A MASK OF PERSEVERANCE falls at your feet. ]
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for no less than preserving someone’s immortal soul does he go in your powers off hamster course, Rose!!!]
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he lands in a pool of bracingly cold water.
the rose hedge maze in Angel Devil's soul is a sickening mire of Mist. visibility is garbage. everything is a withered mess, and the roots of the iifa tree have intruded into it in massive twisting knots, forming new potential paths to progress, and blocking off old ones.
from in the depths, something very large balefully growls.
the line has gone completely slack. no more pulling. ]
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he'll continue into the depths at least, winding the thread around his hand as he follws its path, wary but not particularly spooked by the ambiance]
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...there are many flowers, here, beyond just roses. miraculous survivors of the blight in angie's soul. a big circle of them, missing only one portion closest to Charon's avenue of approach. yellow trefoils. darkest dahlias. white calla lilies.
and in the middle of the open circle,
lashed down with vines upon vines to a point the creature has absolutely no hope of escape, adorning with a properly-refitted red mask... and covered over with freshly blooming wild roses,
that red-eyed zmeu with a broken horn could only be Azdaja. or, at least, Angel Devil's very own mental construct of her. she doesn't speak at the sight of you, but growls, long and low. this is her territory.
the string's here, too. looks as if it's been hurriedly, haphazardly looped around the unbroken horn over and over and over again... and then left to dangle its final end, tied in a spindly-thin bow: a bone white mask, spinning slowly, freely in the air from her horn. ]
1/2
oh right a man's life is at stake]
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Miss Azdaja, I beg your leave to pass through here. I mean no harm.