[SAD POTATO IS SAD... sad potato looks at the door with his name on it like "huh that's weird" and then goes over to stand by Damien because he doesn't know how rp quests work.
He nods--then hesitates, lifting one hand to his chest.]
[Those cowards...but Atsushi's emotional state is better, and it makes him think 'I can't just call them cowards. They must have had their reasons.' Not that he actually knows why he thinks they're cowards. He's just automatically charitable.
Damien's voice gets his attention though.]
Ah- yes! I'm coming!
[And he hurries along from where he stopped to look at the blurry pictures, down to the end of the hallway.]
[as those of you who stopped look at the pictures a little more closely, you'll notice some very prominent colors among them. yellow, blue, green and pink.
the three doors have all of your names, just as a clarification, all vertically stacked. the names seem to be etched into the metal, jagged and horrible. your teeth itch when you see them.
vax tries the doorknob! it opens. wow, his immortal enemy seems to be nerfed, huh. he seems to be looking into a kitchen, but he'll have to go in further for a full description.]
[listen if you think i'm not going to force you through all of these doors you're wrong.
to answer your question though, they have no idea about anything in this castle, other than the fact that it is here now, and there's really no other place to go.
the kitchen is huge! it has several prep counters, like four ovens, six stoves, and three fridges. the floor is a nauseating mix of colors. like hotel carpet, but with neon colors, and made of tile. the walls are a soft white, at least, but they're completely covered with little notecards.
notably, though, is the creature sitting on one of the counters. or... floating. it is dark. made of shadow, dripping inky black to the floor below. the shape of it twists and curls in on itself, a little like the way corrupted video game models do, its limbs rotating slowly. there is no face.
it speaks, and the voice hurts and is reassuring to listen to all in one. like the voice of someone you miss dearly.]
[charles the cat yowls, hiding in atsushi's arms.]
is there a knifeblock anywhere within grabbing range because he's absolutely going to grab a fucking knife if there is. ]
Oh, really trusting of a weird fuckoff monster asking for a cake.
[ almost immediately, the stance is protective, especially when the cat flips out - of the other three. damien's injured, and atsushi and yams - he knows they can handle themselves, but, even still. it's not like he can help it. ]
Yasusada, who does not trust cats, glances over at Charles and then moves forward, preferably in front of these DUMBASS HUMANS. Not within arm's reach, and his demeanor is poised for defense, if needed--but his voice is mostly just cautious.
Where's an Ishikirimaru to purify corruption when you need him...]
There's no way Atsushi could be rude to this weird fucker just standing right there. His heckles are raising up at the same time as Charles'. Two cats, two puffed up creatures.]
I-I don't know how to make a cake!
[He's not arguing against making one. He'll do it! He just doesn't know how.]
[vax can absolutely grab a knife. the creature does not move or seem frightened by it.
charles headbutts atsushi's neck and stays there. wow, it hates this!
however... yasusada moves forward. and when he does, just for a second, he sees something else. a familiar face, though he can't quite place where he's seen it before. the void creature twitches, with a sharp, painful sound. like a blade slicing through flesh.
the rest of you hear a sound too. vax - the sound of a bullet in the ribs, loud and ringing. damien, the sound of violin strings snapping, one by one. and atsushi, the sound of snarling, low and rumbling.
that noise sure is familiar, isn't it! splintering, striking, heated metal in flesh. like a startled cat, vax tenses, immediately, hand now wrapped around the knife tighter than before. the thing doesn't react, or move, which is never good, and it's not like he has any access to a good old divine smite in this situation! great.
he's not... putting the knife away yet.... but he stares at that ominous looking glitchy blob for a moment longer. ]
You gonna stay over there?
[ points at the blob with the knife like it will do anything. ]
[It's familiar--so familiar that he finds himself automatically reaching for his hip, only to falter, as he's done so often since arriving, when he finds his blade missing.
Right... right. It was gone--when? Before the white room? Ah, not important. And anyway,
"I'm passing these words on to you. Don't fight so recklessly."
...He'll be careful.
To the creature--he shakes his head.]
I remember mine, but I don't know yours. I can give you a new one if you want, though.
[Vax has a knife, which means he might be getting ready to attack.
Yasusada is over there, talking to the creature while standing way too close.
And Damien is the one who drags Atsushi out of his own fearful thoughts, forcing him to pay attention rather than get lost in the panic induced by those all too familiar roars.]
I-I don't think we should. We shouldn't be here.
[He says that quietly to Damien while holding onto Charles and trying to comfort him. Then he glances back in the direction of where they had come from. Is the door still there?]
[the door is still there, so they can leave if they want to.
the monster looks at all of them. first at the knife, and vax. nervous. there's a nervous feeling in the air. but then yasusada speaks, and it looks at him, twitching violently.]
Okay.
[it says, in that same whispering voice. it moves a little closer. holds out a dripping hand, cold and dead. will you take it?
will you give this feeling a name? will you give it validation? will you care for it, this day it was born?
you don't have to. you could tear it apart, instead. it scares you, this disturbance. you could destroy it, or run away, or give it what it wants, or something else entirely.]
[ ...okay. well. he dislikes that hand. a lot. vax frowns at it, but slowly, as that nervous feeling radiates through the air, he shifts, and carefully puts the knife on his belt.
...it's not like he can't just throw it, it if something goes horribly wrong. he glances briefly over the other three, and though he doesn't untense, he's not actively threatening it right now. at least. ]
... No one's baking anything if they don't have the hands to do it. [ stay over there. ]
[ hm, okay, hate all of that, but he's still not the one dealing with mr. blob. he watches it warily, but the hand and the question - he's thinking those are someone else's problem.
so, still to atsushi: ]
What, you want to just go back?
[ to that void? because that sucks. he doesn't want to do that. ]
The nervous energy in the air makes him shiver, and he definitely doesn't like that hand--despite the patience he's showing, it's still his first instinct to fight, and he isn't so naive as to just go skipping off hand-in-hand with any monster creature he meets. But he's not faking here, either; if this monster is conversing with him like this, then it's already step above the sorts of enemies he normally deals with.
So, a compromise.
Yasusada wears a white scarf--a match, a mirror to someone else's. He unwinds it from his neck now, and wraps it around Blob-san's nasty dead hand. Keep those gross drippy bones(?) warm.]
Alright then! You can be Kagemaru for now. [Look no one ever said he was good at names] Why do you want a cake?
[Well, when Damien says it like that, obviously they can't turn back! Atsushi will just have to swallow his fears and try to keep going forward. Even if 'forward' is terrifying.
Yasusada can use the scarf to hand-hold, and Atsushi will shakily shift Charles to be held by one hand as he frees up a hand to tug on Damien's sleeve. Let's get busy, friendo!]
I-it must be a birthday! So that's why they want a cake, maybe?
[the creature - the emotion, exhales slowly, and lets yasusada wrap its hand.
just as slowly, it turns its hand over, looking at the palm. it closes its fingers into a fist, gently petting the scarf. the dripping stops. kagemaru. it can be that. the nervous energy fades. they exist, they exist, they exist. they have an identity. that's important.]
That is what is done. [it says, in that same soft voice.] I exist now, and so...
[it wants a cake.
on the far wall, a notecard falls down to the floor.]
this thing has a name. vax glances back at yams but this behavior does not seem to bother him at all, or really surprise him... and then the thing is talking and less nervous and
i guess we're doing this! ok. ]
... I'm not exactly good at baking. Maybe we can figure something out. [ but, he nods to their little creature, and takes a step back away from it. this is fucking weird, so he's going to take this moment to go look at the notecard that fell on the floor and the wall of notecards it came from. ]
[ vax can check out that notecard - damien is already a decent cook, though. and he knows the basics of what goes into cake.
so he'll start rummaging around the fridge and cupboards to pull out ingredients. and mixing bowls and measuring cups... whatever he stumbles on that's useful, since he doesn't know how this place is organized or where anything is until he finds it. ]
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He nods--then hesitates, lifting one hand to his chest.]
It feels... heavy. Here. [His KOKORO]
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Damien's voice gets his attention though.]
Ah- yes! I'm coming!
[And he hurries along from where he stopped to look at the blurry pictures, down to the end of the hallway.]
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the three doors have all of your names, just as a clarification, all vertically stacked. the names seem to be etched into the metal, jagged and horrible. your teeth itch when you see them.
vax tries the doorknob! it opens. wow, his immortal enemy seems to be nerfed, huh. he seems to be looking into a kitchen, but he'll have to go in further for a full description.]
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anyway!! there are three doors. this one is a kitchen.
he glances to the other two. ]
...'s see what's in the rest. Yeah? Be careful.
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Should probably stick together.
[ and so he's heading into that kitchen, too. but also not really waiting for the other two because he's mean?
if he's been in that white void this whole time, has he... known about this kitchen? ]
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I'm so sorry flurry]
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The cat- now named Charles Perrault- is still with him too.]
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to answer your question though, they have no idea about anything in this castle, other than the fact that it is here now, and there's really no other place to go.
the kitchen is huge! it has several prep counters, like four ovens, six stoves, and three fridges. the floor is a nauseating mix of colors. like hotel carpet, but with neon colors, and made of tile. the walls are a soft white, at least, but they're completely covered with little notecards.
notably, though, is the creature sitting on one of the counters. or... floating. it is dark. made of shadow, dripping inky black to the floor below. the shape of it twists and curls in on itself, a little like the way corrupted video game models do, its limbs rotating slowly. there is no face.
it speaks, and the voice hurts and is reassuring to listen to all in one. like the voice of someone you miss dearly.]
[charles the cat yowls, hiding in atsushi's arms.]
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is there a knifeblock anywhere within grabbing range because he's absolutely going to grab a fucking knife if there is. ]
Oh, really trusting of a weird fuckoff monster asking for a cake.
[ almost immediately, the stance is protective, especially when the cat flips out - of the other three. damien's injured, and atsushi and yams - he knows they can handle themselves, but, even still. it's not like he can help it. ]
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[ this seems like a call to adventure, except it's just 'bake for a horrible glitchy eldritch abomination?' ]
It's not like baking is hard, do it yourself.
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Yasusada, who does not trust cats, glances over at Charles and then moves forward, preferably in front of these DUMBASS HUMANS. Not within arm's reach, and his demeanor is poised for defense, if needed--but his voice is mostly just cautious.
Where's an Ishikirimaru to purify corruption when you need him...]
What's your name?
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There's no way Atsushi could be rude to this weird fucker just standing right there. His heckles are raising up at the same time as Charles'. Two cats, two puffed up creatures.]
I-I don't know how to make a cake!
[He's not arguing against making one. He'll do it! He just doesn't know how.]
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charles headbutts atsushi's neck and stays there. wow, it hates this!
however... yasusada moves forward. and when he does, just for a second, he sees something else. a familiar face, though he can't quite place where he's seen it before. the void creature twitches, with a sharp, painful sound. like a blade slicing through flesh.
the rest of you hear a sound too. vax - the sound of a bullet in the ribs, loud and ringing. damien, the sound of violin strings snapping, one by one. and atsushi, the sound of snarling, low and rumbling.
quietly, the creature says, in a whisper:]
I don't remember. Do you?
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that noise sure is familiar, isn't it! splintering, striking, heated metal in flesh. like a startled cat, vax tenses, immediately, hand now wrapped around the knife tighter than before. the thing doesn't react, or move, which is never good, and it's not like he has any access to a good old divine smite in this situation! great.
he's not... putting the knife away yet.... but he stares at that ominous looking glitchy blob for a moment longer. ]
You gonna stay over there?
[ points at the blob with the knife like it will do anything. ]
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uh. you guys handle talking to this monster, damien doesn't really know how to fucking deal with that, so he glances to atsushi? ]
I can show you if we have to. Don't know why we should have to, though...
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Right... right. It was gone--when? Before the white room? Ah, not important. And anyway,
"I'm passing these words on to you. Don't fight so recklessly."
...He'll be careful.
To the creature--he shakes his head.]
I remember mine, but I don't know yours. I can give you a new one if you want, though.
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Yasusada is over there, talking to the creature while standing way too close.
And Damien is the one who drags Atsushi out of his own fearful thoughts, forcing him to pay attention rather than get lost in the panic induced by those all too familiar roars.]
I-I don't think we should. We shouldn't be here.
[He says that quietly to Damien while holding onto Charles and trying to comfort him. Then he glances back in the direction of where they had come from. Is the door still there?]
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the monster looks at all of them. first at the knife, and vax. nervous. there's a nervous feeling in the air. but then yasusada speaks, and it looks at him, twitching violently.]
Okay.
[it says, in that same whispering voice. it moves a little closer. holds out a dripping hand, cold and dead. will you take it?
will you give this feeling a name? will you give it validation? will you care for it, this day it was born?
you don't have to. you could tear it apart, instead. it scares you, this disturbance. you could destroy it, or run away, or give it what it wants, or something else entirely.]
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...it's not like he can't just throw it, it if something goes horribly wrong. he glances briefly over the other three, and though he doesn't untense, he's not actively threatening it right now. at least. ]
... No one's baking anything if they don't have the hands to do it. [ stay over there. ]
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so, still to atsushi: ]
What, you want to just go back?
[ to that void? because that sucks. he doesn't want to do that. ]
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The nervous energy in the air makes him shiver, and he definitely doesn't like that hand--despite the patience he's showing, it's still his first instinct to fight, and he isn't so naive as to just go skipping off hand-in-hand with any monster creature he meets. But he's not faking here, either; if this monster is conversing with him like this, then it's already step above the sorts of enemies he normally deals with.
So, a compromise.
Yasusada wears a white scarf--a match, a mirror to someone else's. He unwinds it from his neck now, and wraps it around Blob-san's nasty dead hand. Keep those gross drippy bones(?) warm.]
Alright then! You can be Kagemaru for now. [Look no one ever said he was good at names] Why do you want a cake?
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Yasusada can use the scarf to hand-hold, and Atsushi will shakily shift Charles to be held by one hand as he frees up a hand to tug on Damien's sleeve. Let's get busy, friendo!]
I-it must be a birthday! So that's why they want a cake, maybe?
[Please say yes.]
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just as slowly, it turns its hand over, looking at the palm. it closes its fingers into a fist, gently petting the scarf. the dripping stops. kagemaru. it can be that. the nervous energy fades. they exist, they exist, they exist. they have an identity. that's important.]
That is what is done. [it says, in that same soft voice.] I exist now, and so...
[it wants a cake.
on the far wall, a notecard falls down to the floor.]
That... will help.
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this thing has a name. vax glances back at yams but this behavior does not seem to bother him at all, or really surprise him... and then the thing is talking and less nervous and
i guess we're doing this! ok. ]
... I'm not exactly good at baking. Maybe we can figure something out. [ but, he nods to their little creature, and takes a step back away from it. this is fucking weird, so he's going to take this moment to go look at the notecard that fell on the floor and the wall of notecards it came from. ]
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so he'll start rummaging around the fridge and cupboards to pull out ingredients. and mixing bowls and measuring cups... whatever he stumbles on that's useful, since he doesn't know how this place is organized or where anything is until he finds it. ]
It's not hard, it's just a hassle.
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