[He will listlessly look at the herbs. Some of them are familiar. The fresh herbs he will take a few - but the feeling is worsening. Like a dull heartache. There's no point. Why should he keep moving forward? This is useless.]
[Hansa will move to sit. Maybe he should let nature take over him. No one is coming. He'll die here, rot, and the metal parts will discolor and rust.]
[While he's here, he will be looking at the floor, so is there...anything here....in his depression.........]
[ ... he's going to look for a window to open, ignoring— well, not quite ignoring the suddenly more alarmed flicker of realization that oh. This place is not well-ventilated at all. And you did this, you suggested these prices he'll die and it'll be your fault—
—No, that's just the effect of this place, right? It's all mental ... right? ... Do they know that, actually? Nothing in the previous room seemed melted or corroded... right? He's just taking extra precautions. Just in case.
Anyway, if Julius looks for a window, what's he going to find on the way. And what's the view outside. ]
[ interestingly, what julius will see when he goes to look out of the window will be a forest. it's hard to say if this is the same forest that laid beyond the last room that they were in but there will be something within him that might let him know that yes, this is the same forest that they had both seen earlier. perhaps that's why the paranoia has been settling on him as much as he had.
this was the first time that he left the house...right? no. either way, the lush greenery outside of the window is idyllic and inviting. the kind of forest that they write in stories and the kind of forest that maybe would be perfect to abandon someone if they chose to. so far away from others. isolated in the woods... why would anyone come here? who could possibly come to this remote area?
[ They have a window, they can open it and have fresh air and ventilation so Hansa definitely won't die from fumes. He's still going to keep his distance just in case.
A familiar forest, the same one visible from the window earlier... it makes sense, really, for this to be where they'd go after leaving the room, even when they really shouldn't. The first time he's left the house ... he can remember it, practically, being the child tucked away in quiet corners of side rooms of an estate home, skirting the edges of people's attention. He's never left. If he leaves the only thing that will happen is that people get hurt. But ... running away to somewhere quiet and secluded in order to, what? Disappear all alone, and not bother anyone with their presence? Is that all there is for the monster locked away in a child's bedroom? Or were they not the one who ran, and were instead moved here? Would a caged monster know how to collect and dry herbs?
... right. Hansa has the other room, dining, living, kitchen— whichever. Can Julius look for the bedroom here, see if there are any other traces of any correspondence or other items of note in a more personal space? ]
[This is a little boring. Even he, in this state, feels a little restless. He should be doing something. He sighs, pushing himself up to examine this place, this empty room, where he has been left. Where he will live for the rest of his days.]
[He sees the other man move, and calls out:]
You're not a monster, Julius.
[He says, like a reminder.]
[He will listlessly move around in this room - is it a kitchen? Are there utensils? A table? Any more letters, or blue roses?]
[ for hansa as he putters around the kitchen, he'll find a note left on the table next to another basket covered by a simple dishtowel which he'll find a few pastries (blueberry and raspberry). the note will be written in a simple script that won't match the letters that they found in the other room and the message will read:
"help yourself to the pastries. i've just gone into town to pick up some things and we'll be back soon."
then for julius who is looking towards the bedroom, he'll notice that there are two beds within the room. one larger bed—suitable for at least two people—and a smaller bed made clearly for a single person. other than that, he'll see another set of toys as well as a doll. clearly this was a modest home for a simple family. ...though, there will be a sort of unease that will slowly start to creep in between within the silence between the two men. ]
[ If he actually were toxic enough to poison the very air, it'd probably be at least a little more noticeable in some way. Probably.
But there's no harm in being careful. ]
Don't forget that there's people you need to get back to, too.
[ This is not where either of them were abandoned. Anyway.
Is the smallest bed sized for, perhaps, the same sort of age person who might have resided in the other room? Or is it smaller like for a child small. Is there anything of note if he looks around or under the beds, on any nightstands if they're there, or closer at the toys and doll... ]
[ it'd be the size of a bed suitable for a young adult, and if julius is going to go on the hunt for things, then he'll find a paper airplane among the toys and the doll. while the other things that they've stumbled upon so far, julius will get the feeling that there's something special about this paper airplane. ]
[Wait. That's right. Hansa almost startles, standing up a little straighter. Siffrin. Miss Nala. Blade. Many others, they...they need him to get back.]
[The Quartet too. They need him.]
T-Thanks. Thanks for the reminder.
[Okay. Focus, Hansa. He'll pick up one of the pastries, sniffing it but not taking a bite. How long have they been here? He will also pore around, opening some cabinets and seeing if there's anything else of note.]
[ Something about the object catches his attention, but as he carefully reaches out for and picks up the airplane, the sight of his own hands gives him pause.
Or rather, what they've turned into, sharp white claws with a darkness emanating from and dripping from them—
He drops the paper airplane as if burned.
... Then, after a moment or two, like a wary cat, tries to take another look at it without actually picking it up this time. That was ... what was that? He didn't ruin it, right, with the way his touch decays and melts anything he comes into contact with (it's fake, it's in your head, that isn't reality—)? It's fine.
What's so special about this airplane on the floor now. ]
[ one went down and then one recovered... as is the natural way of things with life.
now while julius is having the time of his life thinking himself as a monster and destroying even the simplest things with his touch, he'll learn that any message written on the airplane will be delivered to its intended recipient no matter what. should the by alive or dead the message will get to them.
as for hansa, he'll be delighted to know that the pastries will still smell fresh—they've only been out for a few hours, half a day tops, should he become more than just a little bit more than curious about them and want to have himself a bit of a snack. and how long do they have here is a good question because that unease feeling will start to begin with the distant sounds of dogs barking and angry people chanting. ]
[The pastries do look delicious. He'll reach for a raspberry to take a bite as he looks around, before something prickles up his neck. Hansa turns around, frowning.]
Julius! Julius. [Yeah, no, he's grabbing a few more of the pastries to put in his pockets, before rushing over to grab the man by the arm.] Snap to it! Do you hear that? People are coming...
... I hear it. A hunting party. For the monster, right? It only makes sense.
[ Julius laughs a little, hollowly, recoiling when Hansa takes hold of his right arm— don't worry, you got his attention. He's never left, has he? He shouldn't have. Maybe he should just stay here and let them rid the world of one more blight, he thinks, with one eye still on his left hand, still clawed and drip drip dripping with death, because it's poison, he's poison, it won't ever leave him, why did he think he could try—
... The airplane looks okay, though. He hasn't corroded it, not through the gloves— maybe it's safe. They still have something to do. Fine. ]
The paper airplane. Can you pick it up? It's important. I'd do it, but I don't want to risk...
[ Can't trust his perception of things at the moment, and this place has proven itself capable of wild transformations, so who knows, maybe he is actually toxic right now! Stranger things have happened! ]
And keep your distance from me, just in case. Have you seen the next door?
[ yes, doko is the door?? well, there are many doors but the one that they'll be specifically looking for will be towards the back end of the cottage—always the opposite from where they are presently looking—but positioned right in the middle of the room as though it was just waiting for them to have the desire to find it.
the plaque on this door will read: 600 and will also come with the sensation of that there will be some sort of requirement to be met before they can pass through it. and, while the amount of time that they have to think about it may be on a timer, the options of one of them might start to be more limited as one of julius's hands ( you decide mauyn ) suddenly goes missing.
of course it doesn't disappear without leaving any sort of sensation behind, oh no, if anything it'll be so quick that julius will only be left with the agonizing pain of having his entire hand down to where his wrist would begin severed from him. there is no blood that pools onto the ground, at least, but the wound will be fresh and the air will cause it to feel like it's on fire. ...and through all of this?
the sounds of the angry mob and the barking dogs grow louder. ]
[ For his part, Julius is going to be doing another once-over of the room for anything he's missed,
before staggering out of the blue and reflexively reaching for where his left wrist should be with a quietly strangled, bitten-off cry of pain because unlike some people we were not prepared and bracing for this, and the continued exposure to the burning air is Not Fun. Don't worry about it Hansa it's fine, just look for that door.
In any case, if there's nothing left in that room or any other that grabs his attention, he's also going to go for the door— same as before? Because if so, what does he even have to trade away... From how loud the dogs sound, how much time can they be estimated to have before they reach the cottage? ]
a missing hand. Hansa stares at the empty space, hears the strangled noise.]
Julius, your hand- [Wait, fuck, he can't focus on this right now, the things are coming closer. He's just going to take the airplane and stuff it in whatever pocket on Julius's coat or pants is nearer.] Take this with you. And I'll let them take one of my teeth in exchange. It's fine. We need to go NOW.
[He'll just move towards the door, ready to open it and pull Julius in tow.]
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[Hansa will move to sit. Maybe he should let nature take over him. No one is coming. He'll die here, rot, and the metal parts will discolor and rust.]
[While he's here, he will be looking at the floor, so is there...anything here....in his depression.........]
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—No, that's just the effect of this place, right? It's all mental ... right? ... Do they know that, actually? Nothing in the previous room seemed melted or corroded... right? He's just taking extra precautions. Just in case.
Anyway, if Julius looks for a window, what's he going to find on the way. And what's the view outside. ]
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this was the first time that he left the house...right? no. either way, the lush greenery outside of the window is idyllic and inviting. the kind of forest that they write in stories and the kind of forest that maybe would be perfect to abandon someone if they chose to. so far away from others. isolated in the woods... why would anyone come here? who could possibly come to this remote area?
one empty room into another empty room. ]
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A familiar forest, the same one visible from the window earlier... it makes sense, really, for this to be where they'd go after leaving the room, even when they really shouldn't. The first time he's left the house ... he can remember it, practically, being the child tucked away in quiet corners of side rooms of an estate home, skirting the edges of people's attention. He's never left. If he leaves the only thing that will happen is that people get hurt. But ... running away to somewhere quiet and secluded in order to, what? Disappear all alone, and not bother anyone with their presence? Is that all there is for the monster locked away in a child's bedroom? Or were they not the one who ran, and were instead moved here? Would a caged monster know how to collect and dry herbs?
... right. Hansa has the other room, dining, living, kitchen— whichever. Can Julius look for the bedroom here, see if there are any other traces of any correspondence or other items of note in a more personal space? ]
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[This is a little boring. Even he, in this state, feels a little restless. He should be doing something. He sighs, pushing himself up to examine this place, this empty room, where he has been left. Where he will live for the rest of his days.]
[He sees the other man move, and calls out:]
You're not a monster, Julius.
[He says, like a reminder.]
[He will listlessly move around in this room - is it a kitchen? Are there utensils? A table? Any more letters, or blue roses?]
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"help yourself to the pastries. i've just gone into town to pick up some things and we'll be back soon."
then for julius who is looking towards the bedroom, he'll notice that there are two beds within the room. one larger bed—suitable for at least two people—and a smaller bed made clearly for a single person. other than that, he'll see another set of toys as well as a doll. clearly this was a modest home for a simple family. ...though, there will be a sort of unease that will slowly start to creep in between within the silence between the two men. ]
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[ If he actually were toxic enough to poison the very air, it'd probably be at least a little more noticeable in some way. Probably.
But there's no harm in being careful. ]
Don't forget that there's people you need to get back to, too.
[ This is not where either of them were abandoned. Anyway.
Is the smallest bed sized for, perhaps, the same sort of age person who might have resided in the other room? Or is it smaller like for a child small. Is there anything of note if he looks around or under the beds, on any nightstands if they're there, or closer at the toys and doll... ]
to keep things rollin'
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[Wait. That's right. Hansa almost startles, standing up a little straighter. Siffrin. Miss Nala. Blade. Many others, they...they need him to get back.]
[The Quartet too. They need him.]
T-Thanks. Thanks for the reminder.
[Okay. Focus, Hansa. He'll pick up one of the pastries, sniffing it but not taking a bite. How long have they been here? He will also pore around, opening some cabinets and seeing if there's anything else of note.]
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Or rather, what they've turned into, sharp white claws with a darkness emanating from and dripping from them—
He drops the paper airplane as if burned.
... Then, after a moment or two, like a wary cat, tries to take another look at it without actually picking it up this time. That was ... what was that? He didn't ruin it, right, with the way his touch decays and melts anything he comes into contact with (it's fake, it's in your head, that isn't reality—)? It's fine.
What's so special about this airplane on the floor now. ]
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now while julius is having the time of his life thinking himself as a monster and destroying even the simplest things with his touch, he'll learn that any message written on the airplane will be delivered to its intended recipient no matter what. should the by alive or dead the message will get to them.
as for hansa, he'll be delighted to know that the pastries will still smell fresh—they've only been out for a few hours, half a day tops, should he become more than just a little bit more than curious about them and want to have himself a bit of a snack. and how long do they have here is a good question because that unease feeling will start to begin with the distant sounds of dogs barking and angry people chanting. ]
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Julius! Julius. [Yeah, no, he's grabbing a few more of the pastries to put in his pockets, before rushing over to grab the man by the arm.] Snap to it! Do you hear that? People are coming...
[This isn't good. This really isn't good.]
We have to get out of here!
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... I hear it. A hunting party. For the monster, right? It only makes sense.
[ Julius laughs a little, hollowly, recoiling when Hansa takes hold of his right arm— don't worry, you got his attention. He's never left, has he? He shouldn't have. Maybe he should just stay here and let them rid the world of one more blight, he thinks, with one eye still on his left hand, still clawed and drip drip dripping with death, because it's poison, he's poison, it won't ever leave him, why did he think he could try—
... The airplane looks okay, though. He hasn't corroded it, not through the gloves— maybe it's safe. They still have something to do. Fine. ]
The paper airplane. Can you pick it up? It's important. I'd do it, but I don't want to risk...
[ Can't trust his perception of things at the moment, and this place has proven itself capable of wild transformations, so who knows, maybe he is actually toxic right now! Stranger things have happened! ]
And keep your distance from me, just in case. Have you seen the next door?
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[Airplane. Sure. He will swoop it up, even as his mind is racing. They don't even have any weapons.]
I'll look. Hang tight.
[DOOR WHERE ARE YOU]
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the plaque on this door will read: 600 and will also come with the sensation of that there will be some sort of requirement to be met before they can pass through it. and, while the amount of time that they have to think about it may be on a timer, the options of one of them might start to be more limited as one of julius's hands ( you decide mauyn ) suddenly goes missing.
of course it doesn't disappear without leaving any sort of sensation behind, oh no, if anything it'll be so quick that julius will only be left with the agonizing pain of having his entire hand down to where his wrist would begin severed from him. there is no blood that pools onto the ground, at least, but the wound will be fresh and the air will cause it to feel like it's on fire. ...and through all of this?
the sounds of the angry mob and the barking dogs grow louder. ]
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before staggering out of the blue and reflexively reaching for where his left wrist should be with a quietly strangled, bitten-off cry of pain because unlike some people we were not prepared and bracing for this, and the continued exposure to the burning air is Not Fun. Don't worry about it Hansa it's fine, just look for that door.
In any case, if there's nothing left in that room or any other that grabs his attention, he's also going to go for the door— same as before? Because if so, what does he even have to trade away... From how loud the dogs sound, how much time can they be estimated to have before they reach the cottage? ]
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[That's
a missing hand. Hansa stares at the empty space, hears the strangled noise.]
Julius, your hand- [Wait, fuck, he can't focus on this right now, the things are coming closer. He's just going to take the airplane and stuff it in whatever pocket on Julius's coat or pants is nearer.] Take this with you. And I'll let them take one of my teeth in exchange. It's fine. We need to go NOW.
[He'll just move towards the door, ready to open it and pull Julius in tow.]
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