[ 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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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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