AND I'LL FILL MY BELLY FOR THE FIRST TIME
I'LL EAT WITHOUT THINKING OF ANYTHING
[ were you talking to someone? maybe having a meal or relaxing somewhere. perhaps you were simply just walking from one place to another… it doesn’t matter because in the space between two moments, you are pulled away from a place that has slowly become familiar to you surrounded by people who you’ve come to know to a new place that is completely foreign to you. regardless of whatever attachments that you may have or haven’t had towards where you once were or to the people there, it doesn’t matter because you are here now.
in a space between two moments without any walls, ceilings, skies, stars, or anything to provide a hint as to where you are. the air does not feel stale nor does it feel dead, but somehow manages to feel unnerving in its calmness. there are no other sounds than the ones that you make. no smells other than the ones that you bring with you. much the same, the only color that can be seen are the ones that you bring with you.
aside from three doors.
three ornately engraved mahogany doors positioned in this space to form a triangle. the doors don’t suggest where they could lead in their free-standing state; their frames unattached to anything and space around the doors being just that. space. however, examining the doors closely will reveal that they have all been adorned with a shimmering, golden plaque with numbers on them: 666, 999, and ∞. knocking on any of the doors will provide a sound that'll confirm that the door is solid but no clue as to what lies on the other side–should there be anything in the first place. ]
[ upon stepping through the door, they’ll find themselves in another place that they will not recognize with the door behind them immediately shutting behind them. trying to open the door after it shuts will prove to be fruitless as it will not budge and the more they tug on the handle, the harder it will be to hold onto it until the knob will completely disappear into the door itself. clearly the only direction that they’re allowed to go is forward.
the new room that they find themselves presents itself as a classic victorian styled bedroom; while much cozier than the room that they left, it will still leave much to be desired in how sparsely it’ll be decorated and how the wallpaper seems to peel in certain places. there are just a few framed paintings on the walls, an elegant but worn pair of curtains covering a window, a chaise lounge chair, victorian styled dresser, a desk, and bed with a canopy. as they explore and examine the finer details of the room, it’ll start to become clear that the room would be best suited for a female than a male (though who are we to follow strict gender norms here).
across the other side of the room is a door, but it isn’t a door that they’d expect to see as it’ll resemble the door that they had come through, but this time, with a different number on its golden plaque: 665. hanging on the doorknob will be a note that’ll read:
If I stay here, then I won’t be able to hurt anyone. ]
[ yes, enjoy the free letters and assorted blue freebies because even though their mental states are going to be impacted moving forward, maybe these blue objects will offer some sort of comfort. maybe; we’ll see quite soon won’t we? and through the door they go with the two of them immediately feeling the weight of their actions as the door behind them closes and sealed shut as soon as the both of them have made it completely through into the next room.
there’s no time for either one of them to enjoy the fact that they had been transported to another cozy home–a cottage this time for julius’ will just fully understand the context of what this monster feels and how it hurts people. in his mind’s eye, he’ll begin to imagine that whatever he touches will start to decay and melt before him. his touch poisonous and toxic. his touch equating to certain death to whatever he touches–whether that be the truth or not, it will be what julius will now believe.
perhaps there’s a chance for things to be easier for hansa given the warmth and comforting but slightly medicinal smell of the cottage. its walls decorated with various herbs hung upside down in the state of being dried out in preparation for being used. or perhaps the fact that the cottage will be completely empty without anyone else other than julius will feed into the paranoia that this will be his fate no matter where he goes. empty room after empty room after empty room with no one to greet him but only traces of someone once there. clearly someone–a family–might have lived here at one time, but they’ve left him. they’ve decided that there was no need for him. ]
[ technically speaking, the pastries shouldn’t have been enough to act as collateral what would be asked of julius, but it’s okay, he’ll just have to pay with interest the next door he passes through. the desperate desire to have him escape before the mob and dogs come from them satisfied something as they passed through the next door. hansa will feel the pull of his tooth being removed from him but, much like julius’ injury, will not see the blood associated with it nor taste it, however the lingering pain of having it removed will be present and ache with every word he speaks.
but at least the next room they find themselves in is, once again, a nice place. sincerely this time though it isn’t a room as it is a whole city. it’s london; well, a version of london, and this time it will be full of people–existing as simple shadows and phantoms–but people nevertheless. as they remain in the open, however, they’ll get the feeling that they are being watched by someone. maybe even someones. there’s certainly enough whispers surrounding them and disembodied voices trying to make polite conversation about the way that julius’ hand is missing.
the voices whisper…should they call scotland yard? ]
[ upon stepping through the door, they’ll find themselves in another place that they will not recognize with the door behind them immediately shutting behind them. trying to open the door after it shuts will prove to be fruitless as it will not budge and the more they tug on the handle, the harder it will be to hold onto it until the knob will completely disappear into the door itself. clearly the only direction that they’re allowed to go is forward.
the new room that they find themselves in presents itself as less of another room but as another entire space meant for an audience–a throne room. a victorian styled throne room, to be exact, though with certain peculiar accents in the form of pipes that seem to be transporting steam within them. the extravagance of the throne room cannot be understated with how it will be decorated from the very glass floors to the high ceilings periodically adorned with gilded chandeliers. and, of course, up the dais themselves will be the throne itself–a plush, red, and expertly constructed chair worthy of the monarch that sits on it.
while there are many ways to exit a throne room with all of its side entrances and exits, the main doors will be of most interest. instead of grand gilded and ornate doors, they’ll find a door that’ll resemble the door that they had come through, but this time, with a different number on its golden plaque: 998. hanging on the doorknob will be a note that’ll read:
There’s not a person more deplorable than myself. ]
[ and through the door they go, ludger’s finger being taken from him as soon as he takes his first step into the new room and the queen—no, king’s—with them. if the belief that taking the finger would mean that it would be clean and without blood, then, well…sorry about that. it will not bleed profusely as though it had just cut off, but will seem like a wound that had been cauterized just enough so that there would be no blood immediately pooling at ludger’s feet. though, suppose this will be a good indicator for what’s to come when other body parts (or organs) are offered as payment.
while there’s nasty business with losing a body part, gaining a new personality is something that childremass will now have to deal with. for not only will he have the childremass that we’ve all come to know, there will be the constant paranoid whispers of a king who seeks to protect his kingdom regardless of whatever those means end up being. or, specifically, the knowledge that one victor frankenstein can offer to him to accomplish this. maybe it’s because of this that the place that they step into is a place that has made its appearance within the [ setting ] but not a place either of them have physically visited personally. probably not, but here they are.
victor frankenstein's lab. or more specifically, the lab of the head alchemist of the imperial court which sounds just as fancy as it will appear. unlike the lab in the [ setting ], this lab will have no limits in its wonders; while it still lacks the invention of more 21st century modernization, the shelves will be flushed with all sorts of different compounds, creations, esters, mixtures, drugs, and so, so, so much more. disembodied voices will be chattering around them even though there will be no physical bodies for them to see, but all of them speak of a breakthrough dr. frankenstein is on the cusp of making. ]
[ another door passed and another room before them…except. this isn’t a room. what’s lying in front of them isn’t a room, a building, or even an audience space–it’s…outside. through the doorway they step into an open field but if only it were that simple as what they find themselves in is a sea of corpses. hundreds upon hundreds (perhaps even thousands) of bodies on the ground either dead or dying… their bodies crumbling, melting, into pieces as they reach out to help that does not arrive. the very first “room” they found themselves in was devoid of any sort of stimuli other than what through brought with them, but that isn’t the case here. here they are surrounded by countless stimuli…of the worst kind.
the sounds, smell, sight, and colors of death.
maybe it ends up being a kindness to childremass when his left eye is taken from him in much the same fashion as ludger’s finger was taken from him. swiftly and instantaneously. no time to worry about the pain of its removal but only to deal with the feeling of its absence. an empty socket that will be unable to take in the horrors that lie before them. …as for ludger who had decided to take someone’s hand–he’ll find himself free from any additional injuries upon stepping through the doorway. so, all he has to himself is what he had taken from fran’s lab and the horrors of what they’ll both understand to be results of the findings in that lab. if there's a door here to be found, then it would lie somewhere within all of the bodies. ]
[ upon stepping through the door, they’ll find themselves in another place that they will not recognize with the door behind them immediately shutting behind them. trying to open the door after it shuts will prove to be fruitless as it will not budge and the more they tug on the handle, the harder it will be to hold onto it until the knob will completely disappear into the door itself. clearly the only direction that they’re allowed to go is forward.
the new room that they find themselves in presents itself as less of another room but as another entire space meant for a congregation–a church. though likely only a church in name as the place hardly feels like a place for worship as it does a place for people to hold private conversations discreetly. disembodied voices can be heard behind the pillars in the shadows; their messages unclear but the nefarious intentions can be felt. the marble white walls and steel trimmings creating an environment cold and heartless. if there is a god that is worshiped here, then it is a god that provides no compassion to its followers.
expansive as the church is with its many halls and separate rooms, the main doors will be of most interest. instead of grand doors, they’ll find a single door that’ll resemble the one that they had come through complete with the same infinity symbol. it isn’t the exact same door as the color of the plaque is different–a darker gold. hanging on the doorknob will be a note that’ll read:
[ ...why did the Blasphemer get the holy place? Anaxagoras rolls his eye at this.
Alright time to stride forward. We will find out if Thancred does become a member of eyepatch gang...
Jokes aside, he's observing something, after looking at the note. ]
I suppose wandering too far for us to investigate separate elements may not be too much of a good idea. There's something distinctly nefarious about this room. The voices do not help in the slightest.
But, first...how about we check the main door? Or perhaps, we should try the many halls before going through it?
[ and upon setting into the new room, the two of them are met with a scene that is quite the departure from the one that they had just been, but unfortunately, no more friendly than the room that they had just left. the room is filled with tanks that nearly reach from floor to ceiling full of incomplete humanoid forms. some are in poorer condition compared to others, while some even look like they could be a nearly formed human–had it not been due to some obvious imperfections. a misshapen head. clearly deformed limbs. a body that twists in unnatural ways.
whether this is a sight known or familiar to anaxa is less important, probably, than the mad laughter with the whispers of a child’s voice that fills the would-be quiet moments in the air. the pain that thancred might have readied himself for might still come as a shock to him as the removal of it will be instantaneous as he takes his first step into the room. what was once there is no longer and in it's place will be nothing. at least there is no blood to worry about from the missing organ. a small blessing. ....which can't be said about the child that was brought with them.
the child that anaxa had decided to bring with them will now suddenly begin to react and seemingly come to "life". it'll thrash against thancred in a manner of trying to escape his grasp while making no noise themselves as they do. their face will still be as blank as ever but their body language and the way it'll desperately try to flee will be obvious. ...and of course, on the other side of the room—pass all of the other tanks, there is another door like the one that they just passed through with the same plaque as they saw.
REJOICE IN THE FACT THAT YOU WERE ALIVE
YOUR ANGER, SADNESS, JOY, STRENGTH, WEAKNESS, WISHES & PRAYERS
[ again, they’ll find themselves in another room–a very different room than the ones that they’ve been through so far. it’ll remind them of the first “room” that they entered–the one where there wasn’t anything aside from the three doors but this time–but with slight improvements. mostly cosmetic. …if you could think of it like that as the floors will appear to be made up of shimmering ribbons. they’ll recognize the shimmer to be that of the same one that they’ve been seeing everywhere. always, always associated with some dark inkiness, death, and disease.
but here? the vibes are going to be different here…as hostile and wary as they may be, there will be none of that malicious or unease being reflected within the room itself. not to say that there’s any sort of comfort either that’s afforded to them, but that the negative emotions that they have around the shimmer and the darkness will not impact their surroundings. the only thing that will impact their surroundings will be their inner wishes and desires. fleeting thoughts changing the environment just a little to reflect and fulfill their need.
before they get too creative with it though, they’ll be greeted, for once, but a petite young woman dressed in a form fitting black dress and a shawl that’ll have the appearance of an aurora in the night sky. her voice is perfectly pleasant and welcoming as she speaks. ]
[Well, he'll need a second or two or twelve, given that the moment that they step through, open nerves start to scream from all across his left hand on top of the open wound at his skull. But it helps that he's braced for it this time, and he's quick to tuck his arm against himself with shaking breaths. Open... but no bleeding... still two... it's better than nothing. He'll need to wrap them, sooner rather than later. But first...
His remaining eye travels. First, to find Anaxa and Finis, then to the familiar shimmer that flows in ribbons...
His face sets to stone, wary and pained. How the surroundings flicker is ignored beyond minor glances. Silhouettes barely forming, the flickers of starlight and feathers and blues and greens and---
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I can't say I remember accepting any invitation. [Curt.] Who are you?
[ At least coming through this door is met with no pain or eruption of whispers for Childermass, though the sight of it is a shock of its own. The ribbons and their shimmer give him that plunging feeling one gets in the stomach when frightened, fear twisting in the pit of it, but only for the moment.
His attention -- his single eye, the right one, as it seems he and Thancred have had the same idea -- shifts from the ribbons to the others arriving. There's relief in seeing them, even if they're not completely whole... and then the woman.
Though the surroundings do try to take on his own desires, his most surface-level wish is gone, and all that remains are raven feathers and the soft presence of wings flapping, though those are gone nearly as soon as they arrive. ]
[ as they pass from the field into an old new room, Ludger stops, taking the sight in.
before his knees fall, and he folds in on himself, with only the faintest thought of don't touch it keeping the flower from brushing his chest. all those people- all those dreams-
for a moment, the room probably seems very full. but then all the people, the familes are gone, as Ludger ruthlessly slams the door shut on those thoughts. those chances are already passed - they'll never come true. the path was already decided. but Ludger will keep those laments with him until the end. ]
... Do you, um. [ his voice is thick ] Have something to put this in...?
[ Coming through the door has Julius staggering beneath the weight of what he's picked up, the ribbons closest to him blooming into a shifting array of places unfamiliar to him, probably unfamiliar to everyone else here but more comfortable and belonging to the denizens of a London far away. Somewhere between flickers is also the room and the forest it overlooks, and in between those, brief glimpses of a quiet apartment.
It stabilizes, mostly, shifting back to the ribbons as he goes to a knee with grit teeth, sifting through the overwhelming feelings as a distant part of him methodically takes stock of the situation. Pressed blue flowers, the letters, an airplane and those pastries Hansa stuffed into his pockets; all still here, not destroyed yet by Julius Kresnik-Cardia Beckford's ruinous touch. Scan his surroundings, the others present (did they get back first?), and, ]
... Oh. [ He says, a little blankly. There is so much noise in his head, and the (phantom??? he probably should get it actually seen to but here? how???) pain of his missing hand is still very much there, so. ] The other child from the portrait.
[ A wholeass child and not just voices in people's heads, wild. But given what was wrong with/what Cardia thought of herself, and how she was treated, what's wrong with this one. ]
... And what is this about now?
[ The places the doors took them through had some kind of obvious throughline. This one, though. Hmm. ]
SO STRONGLY DO I WISH...
TELL ME. TELL ME. TELL ME.
[ with as little fanfare as they arrived, as well as many things have been, a gate, unlike the other doors that they have passed through, appears—an exit. a means to allow them to return where the others are just as they have asked of her. just as magi said that she would—as is her nature. after hearing all of their wishes and hearing all of their desires—the reminder that it's necessary for them to return back with the knowledge gained to fulfill the other wish—magi fulfilled it.
and she fulfilled it while returning to the small young petite woman that they had first encountered in this room. gone are her monstrous size and the hands that she had at her disposal and the only thing left was magi. magi in a form fitting black dress with a shawl sharing the appearance of an aurora in the night sky draped over her shoulders. she smiles at them as they leave but does not wave them goodbye or says anything to them.
she does not offer to heal their wounds because she knows that they would rather leave her. (but at least they do not bleed with the tenderness of the injury and the way that the wound is opened to the air being what they're left with.) their desire to leave her surpasses most of the other desires that she's able to understand from them. so, she will simply watch them all leave and will close the gate behind the last of them to leave.
whether or not they meet again is uncertain, however, if they wish to see her, then there might be a chance. until then, they'll find between them thirty (30) syringes in their possession. as an unspoken gift from magi, perhaps these, too, are necessary in the cure for the illness. ]
[ they are definitely going to need to like, teamwork this to crowdsource enough hands to hold all these syringes if they're scattered between them and half of them are holding up the other half. and half of them might also be missing some hands. nevermind being delirious from pain. ]
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I'LL EAT WITHOUT THINKING OF ANYTHING
in a space between two moments without any walls, ceilings, skies, stars, or anything to provide a hint as to where you are. the air does not feel stale nor does it feel dead, but somehow manages to feel unnerving in its calmness. there are no other sounds than the ones that you make. no smells other than the ones that you bring with you. much the same, the only color that can be seen are the ones that you bring with you.
aside from three doors.
three ornately engraved mahogany doors positioned in this space to form a triangle. the doors don’t suggest where they could lead in their free-standing state; their frames unattached to anything and space around the doors being just that. space. however, examining the doors closely will reveal that they have all been adorned with a shimmering, golden plaque with numbers on them: 666, 999, and ∞. knocking on any of the doors will provide a sound that'll confirm that the door is solid but no clue as to what lies on the other side–should there be anything in the first place. ]
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...Is the door locked? He isn't going to open it wide, but it should be easy to check, right? ]
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[What is...all of this? And there are a few of the others here.]
[He is taking a look at the 666 door, frowning.]
Well, that's not good.
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[ah and there goes Anaxa.
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[He's accounting for the rest of the men that have appeared nearby.]
Can you all hear me? Feeling alright?
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...the devil, angels, and infinity?
[ What? ]
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DOOR 666
the new room that they find themselves presents itself as a classic victorian styled bedroom; while much cozier than the room that they left, it will still leave much to be desired in how sparsely it’ll be decorated and how the wallpaper seems to peel in certain places. there are just a few framed paintings on the walls, an elegant but worn pair of curtains covering a window, a chaise lounge chair, victorian styled dresser, a desk, and bed with a canopy. as they explore and examine the finer details of the room, it’ll start to become clear that the room would be best suited for a female than a male (though who are we to follow strict gender norms here).
across the other side of the room is a door, but it isn’t a door that they’d expect to see as it’ll resemble the door that they had come through, but this time, with a different number on its golden plaque: 665. hanging on the doorknob will be a note that’ll read:
If I stay here, then I won’t be able to hurt anyone. ]
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[He's squinting at the note and the lower number after a cursory look around, however.]
I wonder who lived here.
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there’s no time for either one of them to enjoy the fact that they had been transported to another cozy home–a cottage this time for julius’ will just fully understand the context of what this monster feels and how it hurts people. in his mind’s eye, he’ll begin to imagine that whatever he touches will start to decay and melt before him. his touch poisonous and toxic. his touch equating to certain death to whatever he touches–whether that be the truth or not, it will be what julius will now believe.
perhaps there’s a chance for things to be easier for hansa given the warmth and comforting but slightly medicinal smell of the cottage. its walls decorated with various herbs hung upside down in the state of being dried out in preparation for being used. or perhaps the fact that the cottage will be completely empty without anyone else other than julius will feed into the paranoia that this will be his fate no matter where he goes. empty room after empty room after empty room with no one to greet him but only traces of someone once there. clearly someone–a family–might have lived here at one time, but they’ve left him. they’ve decided that there was no need for him. ]
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but at least the next room they find themselves in is, once again, a nice place. sincerely this time though it isn’t a room as it is a whole city. it’s london; well, a version of london, and this time it will be full of people–existing as simple shadows and phantoms–but people nevertheless. as they remain in the open, however, they’ll get the feeling that they are being watched by someone. maybe even someones. there’s certainly enough whispers surrounding them and disembodied voices trying to make polite conversation about the way that julius’ hand is missing.
the voices whisper…should they call scotland yard? ]
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the new room that they find themselves in presents itself as less of another room but as another entire space meant for an audience–a throne room. a victorian styled throne room, to be exact, though with certain peculiar accents in the form of pipes that seem to be transporting steam within them. the extravagance of the throne room cannot be understated with how it will be decorated from the very glass floors to the high ceilings periodically adorned with gilded chandeliers. and, of course, up the dais themselves will be the throne itself–a plush, red, and expertly constructed chair worthy of the monarch that sits on it.
while there are many ways to exit a throne room with all of its side entrances and exits, the main doors will be of most interest. instead of grand gilded and ornate doors, they’ll find a door that’ll resemble the door that they had come through, but this time, with a different number on its golden plaque: 998. hanging on the doorknob will be a note that’ll read:
There’s not a person more deplorable than myself. ]
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while there’s nasty business with losing a body part, gaining a new personality is something that childremass will now have to deal with. for not only will he have the childremass that we’ve all come to know, there will be the constant paranoid whispers of a king who seeks to protect his kingdom regardless of whatever those means end up being. or, specifically, the knowledge that one victor frankenstein can offer to him to accomplish this. maybe it’s because of this that the place that they step into is a place that has made its appearance within the [ setting ] but not a place either of them have physically visited personally. probably not, but here they are.
victor frankenstein's lab. or more specifically, the lab of the head alchemist of the imperial court which sounds just as fancy as it will appear. unlike the lab in the [ setting ], this lab will have no limits in its wonders; while it still lacks the invention of more 21st century modernization, the shelves will be flushed with all sorts of different compounds, creations, esters, mixtures, drugs, and so, so, so much more. disembodied voices will be chattering around them even though there will be no physical bodies for them to see, but all of them speak of a breakthrough dr. frankenstein is on the cusp of making. ]
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the sounds, smell, sight, and colors of death.
maybe it ends up being a kindness to childremass when his left eye is taken from him in much the same fashion as ludger’s finger was taken from him. swiftly and instantaneously. no time to worry about the pain of its removal but only to deal with the feeling of its absence. an empty socket that will be unable to take in the horrors that lie before them. …as for ludger who had decided to take someone’s hand–he’ll find himself free from any additional injuries upon stepping through the doorway. so, all he has to himself is what he had taken from fran’s lab and the horrors of what they’ll both understand to be results of the findings in that lab. if there's a door here to be found, then it would lie somewhere within all of the bodies. ]
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DOOR ∞
the new room that they find themselves in presents itself as less of another room but as another entire space meant for a congregation–a church. though likely only a church in name as the place hardly feels like a place for worship as it does a place for people to hold private conversations discreetly. disembodied voices can be heard behind the pillars in the shadows; their messages unclear but the nefarious intentions can be felt. the marble white walls and steel trimmings creating an environment cold and heartless. if there is a god that is worshiped here, then it is a god that provides no compassion to its followers.
expansive as the church is with its many halls and separate rooms, the main doors will be of most interest. instead of grand doors, they’ll find a single door that’ll resemble the one that they had come through complete with the same infinity symbol. it isn’t the exact same door as the color of the plaque is different–a darker gold. hanging on the doorknob will be a note that’ll read:
I will not let you get away. ]
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Alright time to stride forward. We will find out if Thancred does become a member of eyepatch gang...
Jokes aside, he's observing something, after looking at the note. ]
I suppose wandering too far for us to investigate separate elements may not be too much of a good idea. There's something distinctly nefarious about this room. The voices do not help in the slightest.
But, first...how about we check the main door? Or perhaps, we should try the many halls before going through it?
now in the right spot
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DOOR ∞
whether this is a sight known or familiar to anaxa is less important, probably, than the mad laughter with the whispers of a child’s voice that fills the would-be quiet moments in the air. the pain that thancred might have readied himself for might still come as a shock to him as the removal of it will be instantaneous as he takes his first step into the room. what was once there is no longer and in it's place will be nothing. at least there is no blood to worry about from the missing organ. a small blessing. ....which can't be said about the child that was brought with them.
the child that anaxa had decided to bring with them will now suddenly begin to react and seemingly come to "life". it'll thrash against thancred in a manner of trying to escape his grasp while making no noise themselves as they do. their face will still be as blank as ever but their body language and the way it'll desperately try to flee will be obvious. ...and of course, on the other side of the room—pass all of the other tanks, there is another door like the one that they just passed through with the same plaque as they saw.
another door with the mark of infinity. ]
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YOUR ANGER, SADNESS, JOY, STRENGTH, WEAKNESS, WISHES & PRAYERS
but here? the vibes are going to be different here…as hostile and wary as they may be, there will be none of that malicious or unease being reflected within the room itself. not to say that there’s any sort of comfort either that’s afforded to them, but that the negative emotions that they have around the shimmer and the darkness will not impact their surroundings. the only thing that will impact their surroundings will be their inner wishes and desires. fleeting thoughts changing the environment just a little to reflect and fulfill their need.
before they get too creative with it though, they’ll be greeted, for once, but a petite young woman dressed in a form fitting black dress and a shawl that’ll have the appearance of an aurora in the night sky. her voice is perfectly pleasant and welcoming as she speaks. ]
I was not expecting visitors.
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His remaining eye travels. First, to find Anaxa and Finis, then to the familiar shimmer that flows in ribbons...
His face sets to stone, wary and pained. How the surroundings flicker is ignored beyond minor glances. Silhouettes barely forming, the flickers of starlight and feathers and blues and greens and---
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I can't say I remember accepting any invitation. [Curt.] Who are you?
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There is a lot to deal with, yet he is packing that away. Instead, he will just talk first: ]
We weren't expecting to be visitors.
...Who are you?
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His attention -- his single eye, the right one, as it seems he and Thancred have had the same idea -- shifts from the ribbons to the others arriving. There's relief in seeing them, even if they're not completely whole... and then the woman.
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...the Wish Maker, I take it?
[ That is his best guess, anyway. ]
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before his knees fall, and he folds in on himself, with only the faintest thought of don't touch it keeping the flower from brushing his chest. all those people- all those dreams-
for a moment, the room probably seems very full. but then all the people, the familes are gone, as Ludger ruthlessly slams the door shut on those thoughts. those chances are already passed - they'll never come true. the path was already decided. but Ludger will keep those laments with him until the end. ]
... Do you, um. [ his voice is thick ] Have something to put this in...?
[ he puts the doll and the flower on the floor. ]
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It stabilizes, mostly, shifting back to the ribbons as he goes to a knee with grit teeth, sifting through the overwhelming feelings as a distant part of him methodically takes stock of the situation. Pressed blue flowers, the letters, an airplane and those pastries Hansa stuffed into his pockets; all still here, not destroyed yet by Julius Kresnik-Cardia Beckford's ruinous touch. Scan his surroundings, the others present (did they get back first?), and, ]
... Oh. [ He says, a little blankly. There is so much noise in his head, and the (phantom??? he probably should get it actually seen to but here? how???) pain of his missing hand is still very much there, so. ] The other child from the portrait.
[ A wholeass child and not just voices in people's heads, wild. But given what was wrong with/what Cardia thought of herself, and how she was treated, what's wrong with this one. ]
... And what is this about now?
[ The places the doors took them through had some kind of obvious throughline. This one, though. Hmm. ]
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TELL ME. TELL ME. TELL ME.
and she fulfilled it while returning to the small young petite woman that they had first encountered in this room. gone are her monstrous size and the hands that she had at her disposal and the only thing left was magi. magi in a form fitting black dress with a shawl sharing the appearance of an aurora in the night sky draped over her shoulders. she smiles at them as they leave but does not wave them goodbye or says anything to them.
she does not offer to heal their wounds because she knows that they would rather leave her. (but at least they do not bleed with the tenderness of the injury and the way that the wound is opened to the air being what they're left with.) their desire to leave her surpasses most of the other desires that she's able to understand from them. so, she will simply watch them all leave and will close the gate behind the last of them to leave.
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