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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?
[ Anaxagoras is going to check in on quickly here, because that does not look good - but, when it seems like he tanked it just like before, that seems it will be a burden Thancred will need to carry. Though, he will add: ]
[ that's fine, it's all fine. she'll understand that sometimes people just want to get to business, and for that she'll be more than happy to oblige. ]
I'm Magi. [ she follows her introduction with a polite curtsy. ] I've visited a number of people many times, but no one has ever visited me. I'm quite shocked.
[ 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. ]
[ while it's an entire shot in the dark (made with a good guess) about who stands in front of him, she won't find it odd. she'll simply just raise a hand to her chin with a smile. ]
"Wish Maker"? I suppose that is one thing that I've been referred to. My name is Magi.
[ 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...?
[ ...what did that man do now? Childermass will reach out to steady Ludger as he falls, even pull him to his feet if he must. Carefully, of course, to avoid jostling the doll and its deadly blue gemstone rose. ]
[ without any hesitation, a table with two chairs are both conjured out of nothing from the floor where the doll is immediately placed in one of chairs—sat in a way just like a child would when holding a "tea party" with all of their toys. ]
Shall I get you anything else?
[ though her words gentle with concern, they have no true feeling behind them. ]
[ 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. ]
[The pain lances through him. He's expecting it, yes, but as Hansa staggers forward into this shimmering room, he's noticing something immediately. His left eye is painful.]
[It's not even painful. It's gone.]
[Hansa immediately reaches up to his head, hands shaking, as he unhooks the eyepatch hurriedly. Yes. At least he still has this one. A brilliant eye made of shimmering crystal is now visible as he moves to fasten the eyepatch over the empty socket.]
[His hand drifts to the left side of this head, and....no ear. He can still hear a little out of it, but...]
[He's gritting his teeth. Relieved to see the rest (resisting the urge to just up and run towards them), and suspicious to see this woman in front of him.]
[ He'll look, and he'll quirk an eyebrow at the eye, but now isn't the best time for talking, is it? Or maybe it is. Childermass himself looks fine, but he's... definitely had a wardrobe change. ]
Not to interrupt all of your questions, but now I know there’s a wish and a desire that so many of you have and continue to have and continue to bring with you even here that I MUST grant.
[ just like they were expecting the other shoe drops, and it drops subtly with a simple laugh. a soft, very polite laugh where magi brings a hand up to cover her mouth to hide her smile. it'd be a coy gesture if it weren't for the way she slowly begins to transform and grow. her petite self growing and expanding rapidly until she's quickly dwarfing everyone with her size. her face darkening, black dressing becoming one with her body as it stretches out becoming long and serpentine—the ribbons on of the floor melding with her body.
and of course. the hands. those same, dark, and spindly hands that reach out in all angles and all lengths. the hands hover around her and hover around the group but do not reach out to them. her voice is still as pleasant and warm as she speaks to them just as she had when she was much smaller. ]
You all desired a villain–someone—something—to be that monster that will take and be responsible for what was asked and then granted.
And so. I will fulfill that wish. I will become that monster that you seek.
[ the dark, inkiness that shimmers with an iridescence decorate her new body and are reflected in her hands, her arms, and all that she is. horrifyingly perfect somehow despite the way her body is no longer that of the petite young woman that she had first appeared to them as. as questionably genuine and coldly mechanical as her pleasantries were before, the next words out of her mouth will sound strikingly real. a nearly all-powerful wish granting being speaking from its own sense of self and agency. ]
After all...I’ve been so hungry. I had no idea how delicious souls could be until someone asked it of me. The way it could sustain me.
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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.
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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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Forgive my manners, I'm Magi. [ an elegant and short curtsy. ] —and while you may remember accepting any invitations, I've had received many from you.
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If it gets any worse, be sure to make it clear.
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...I do not trust this being one bit.
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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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I'm Magi. [ she follows her introduction with a polite curtsy. ] I've visited a number of people many times, but no one has ever visited me. I'm quite shocked.
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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.
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. ]
...the Wish Maker, I take it?
[ That is his best guess, anyway. ]
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"Wish Maker"? I suppose that is one thing that I've been referred to. My name is Magi.
[ a curtsy. ]
It is my pleasure to meet you.
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[Too pained to be truly quipped, and the surroundings are not making him particularly relaxed. But still. An attempt is made.]
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He looks on over to check in. ]
...It seems you made a similar sacrifice to Thancred. If this too also worsens, I'm sure you will tell us.
[ ... And then at some point: ]
I find it hard to believe we were the first to 'visit' here, but we will see if that is true enough.
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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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Ludger??
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Shall I get you anything else?
[ though her words gentle with concern, they have no true feeling behind them. ]
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The others check in, but he is going to spare some words, frowning slightly at this. ]
...If you need a moment in between questioning, be sure to take it.
As it is, it seems we've a chance to interrogate an individual integral to all of this.
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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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[ she'll great him politely and with a curtsy...as she did with others. ]
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[ ....
Damn, Julius you look like you rolled around in hell and decided to bathe in lava. ]
You look like you've seen much better days.
[ Yeah, just going to say that. Maybe it's the missing hand. ]
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[Hey fellow hand trauma man, you look rough.]
We'd wondered if they might be a homonculus. They've no pulse.
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[It's not even painful. It's gone.]
[Hansa immediately reaches up to his head, hands shaking, as he unhooks the eyepatch hurriedly. Yes. At least he still has this one. A brilliant eye made of shimmering crystal is now visible as he moves to fasten the eyepatch over the empty socket.]
[His hand drifts to the left side of this head, and....no ear. He can still hear a little out of it, but...]
[He's gritting his teeth. Relieved to see the rest (resisting the urge to just up and run towards them), and suspicious to see this woman in front of him.]
Who...are you?
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Compliments of the church, I imagine?
[can he even see]
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My name is Magi. [ an a polite curtsy. ] Shall I do something for your pain?
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Only ... wait. ]
... that was more than you'd offered. Another random loss ...?
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[ just like they were expecting the other shoe drops, and it drops subtly with a simple laugh. a soft, very polite laugh where magi brings a hand up to cover her mouth to hide her smile. it'd be a coy gesture if it weren't for the way she slowly begins to transform and grow. her petite self growing and expanding rapidly until she's quickly dwarfing everyone with her size. her face darkening, black dressing becoming one with her body as it stretches out becoming long and serpentine—the ribbons on of the floor melding with her body.
and of course. the hands. those same, dark, and spindly hands that reach out in all angles and all lengths. the hands hover around her and hover around the group but do not reach out to them. her voice is still as pleasant and warm as she speaks to them just as she had when she was much smaller. ]
You all desired a villain–someone—something—to be that monster that will take and be responsible for what was asked and then granted.
And so. I will fulfill that wish. I will become that monster that you seek.
[ the dark, inkiness that shimmers with an iridescence decorate her new body and are reflected in her hands, her arms, and all that she is. horrifyingly perfect somehow despite the way her body is no longer that of the petite young woman that she had first appeared to them as. as questionably genuine and coldly mechanical as her pleasantries were before, the next words out of her mouth will sound strikingly real. a nearly all-powerful wish granting being speaking from its own sense of self and agency. ]
After all...I’ve been so hungry. I had no idea how delicious souls could be until someone asked it of me. The way it could sustain me.
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