as he steps through the quartz arch, he will find himself standing in a traditional Japanese-style room - tatami mats on the floor, and sliding paper doors on every side. there are no windows, or even decorations on the walls. it's dim in here, lit only by low candles and shadows crawling out of every corner. it's very, very silent.
[ ... all of them, actually! But they are just more empty, shadowy rooms beyond, almost identical to the first.
now that he thinks about it, actually, which door did he come into here by? that's weird. it's hard to remember. probably nothing to do but keep trying doors, maybe? ]
anyway yeah he's going through eternal doors now! is this hell? this is hell. vax does sort of move along the edge of the shadows, hand on the wall, not nearly clever enough to have made himself a breadcrumb trail goodbye.
at some point he's picking up his phone and muttering it to it, very quietly, as one might mutter into an earpiece. ] This your place, birdie? Steel's what the thing said. What the fuck.
This your place, birdie? Steel's what the thing said. What the fuck.
nothing happens at first? and then a couple of sounds all at once: slithering scales, and also, a phone notification sound. from where exactly is hard to tell. maybe a couple of rooms over. ]
. . . You all are certainly comfortable inviting yourselves in here already.
You can't tell me you expect us not to go vaulting through a glowing archway when it just shows up. You've met the lot of us, haven't you?
[ is that just you vax
anyway he's trying to track down the sound of those slithering scales at the moment, pressing himself to the wall and easing down it. his ears give a little twitch because i said so ]
[ i'm taking one out of half of flurry's book, mod who could be flurry
is this room just as shadowy? but, he will creep in appropriately, silently, listening very carefully. vax grins a little with the big sigh though, amused. wehe energy. ]
Did you make it look like this, or did it come this way? Never seen anything like it.
[ if i ran at flurry first again im gonna shit myself
anyway!! a low table and a little seat. he's gonna come over, then, settling down in a puff of black feathers, legs crossed. no more hide and seek huh ]
Does that mean whatever you're wandering around as right now's what you want to be wandering around as, too? Or that you just don't want to be seen.
I gave up my form long ago. It ceased to serve a useful purpose, especially in this place, so I found having one to be unnecessary.
Now that you all have arrived here and you require more help, a physical form seems to be of comfort to some. If you wish to converse with a more solid presence, I'll need time before more of you stroll into my home unannounced.
[ sometimes you gotta like. put a BODY on before someone just rolls up to your house, god.]
[ familiar, kind of, in the way that even now still squeezes a little residual anxiety in his chest. even prepared as he was, as he is, for what has happened and what is to come (and what was lost), it still... ]
Can't promise I'll knock next time either. But - talking like this 's fine, too. [ ... that part is familiar, too. in some ways more than others. vax shifts where he's settled. ]
How... [ he trails off, for a moment. a little awkwardly, maybe. ] long's it been, since you did that? Gave up a physical form. Since...you were here?
weird. he tries to button it up a little with the flicker, cognizant of his own complementary color for a moment. ]
...Like your doors, yeah? Forgot where I came from halfway here.
[ thought not exactly relaxed, the talk away from metaphysical lack of forms does help, and vax settles a little further, propping his elbow on the table. ] Take whatever form you like. This is fine, too. Little weird, but I've had weirder.
In the Prism, do you mean? Yes. I "like" it, though liking something or not is of little importance in the end. It allows me to fulfill my goals. It is my home. I care for it.
Yeah, when I was first looking around - kept going through doors. Couldn't even remember where I started from. Magic illusion shit.
[ once again, with feeling: fucking doors.
but, oh, he listens to this too. talking to steel feels a little familiar, somehow. there's something about liking or not liking a duty that resonates with him, though he keeps that quiet for now. ]
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as he steps through the quartz arch, he will find himself standing in a traditional Japanese-style room - tatami mats on the floor, and sliding paper doors on every side. there are no windows, or even decorations on the walls. it's dim in here, lit only by low candles and shadows crawling out of every corner. it's very, very silent.
No one seems to be around?]
the fuckignskjteyh the CLOWN
any of these doors open ]
its you 🤗
now that he thinks about it, actually, which door did he come into here by? that's weird. it's hard to remember. probably nothing to do but keep trying doors, maybe? ]
:anna:
anyway yeah he's going through eternal doors now! is this hell? this is hell. vax does sort of move along the edge of the shadows, hand on the wall, not nearly clever enough to have made himself a breadcrumb trail goodbye.
at some point he's picking up his phone and muttering it to it, very quietly, as one might mutter into an earpiece. ] This your place, birdie? Steel's what the thing said. What the fuck.
This your place, birdie? Steel's what the thing said. What the fuck.
Re: :anna:
nothing happens at first? and then a couple of sounds all at once: slithering scales, and also, a phone notification sound. from where exactly is hard to tell. maybe a couple of rooms over. ]
. . . You all are certainly comfortable inviting yourselves in here already.
[ where is the voice coming from. who's to say. ]
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[ is that just you vax
anyway he's trying to track down the sound of those slithering scales at the moment, pressing himself to the wall and easing down it. his ears give a little twitch because i said so ]
This place yours in specific?
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I suppose that is to be expected.
[ now that you're playing an elf your power is unlimited
as he's pressing his ears to walls, one of them actually slides open. it's just another empty, square room. ]
Yes. This is mine.
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is this room just as shadowy? but, he will creep in appropriately, silently, listening very carefully. vax grins a little with the big sigh though, amused. wehe energy. ]
Did you make it look like this, or did it come this way? Never seen anything like it.
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it is just as shadowy, but a little larger. in the middle of the room is a low table, and a little seat just for you. ]
Hm. Perhaps some of both? Like many of the other places here, it reflects us back to ourselves. But in this space I have more control.
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anyway!! a low table and a little seat. he's gonna come over, then, settling down in a puff of black feathers, legs crossed. no more hide and seek huh ]
Does that mean whatever you're wandering around as right now's what you want to be wandering around as, too? Or that you just don't want to be seen.
[ because like
relatable ]
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Now that you all have arrived here and you require more help, a physical form seems to be of comfort to some. If you wish to converse with a more solid presence, I'll need time before more of you stroll into my home unannounced.
[ sometimes you gotta like. put a BODY on before someone just rolls up to your house, god.]
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... I get that.
[ familiar, kind of, in the way that even now still squeezes a little residual anxiety in his chest. even prepared as he was, as he is, for what has happened and what is to come (and what was lost), it still... ]
Can't promise I'll knock next time either. But - talking like this 's fine, too. [ ... that part is familiar, too. in some ways more than others. vax shifts where he's settled. ]
How... [ he trails off, for a moment. a little awkwardly, maybe. ] long's it been, since you did that? Gave up a physical form. Since...you were here?
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I will work on finding a more suitable form.
[ if people are just gonna keep bustin' in, might as well. ]
That is a concept difficult to keep track of here. I only know that it has been a long time.
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weird. he tries to button it up a little with the flicker, cognizant of his own complementary color for a moment. ]
...Like your doors, yeah? Forgot where I came from halfway here.
[ thought not exactly relaxed, the talk away from metaphysical lack of forms does help, and vax settles a little further, propping his elbow on the table. ] Take whatever form you like. This is fine, too. Little weird, but I've had weirder.
Do you like it here? Or is it just - what it is?
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[ they pause to consider the question. ]
In the Prism, do you mean? Yes. I "like" it, though liking something or not is of little importance in the end. It allows me to fulfill my goals. It is my home. I care for it.
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[ once again, with feeling: fucking doors.
but, oh, he listens to this too. talking to steel feels a little familiar, somehow. there's something about liking or not liking a duty that resonates with him, though he keeps that quiet for now. ]
Fulfill your goals...?
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[ everyone has so many comments about their shitty house!! too many doors. candles suck. why's it so creepy in here. god. picky. ]
That's right.
[ :) great thanks for the explanation steel ]
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[ do you ever???
anyway while this explanation did not happen vax, known walker away-er from conversations, respects this. ]
Kinda the strong silent type, huh? [ keep your secrets npc ]
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[ any evidence of personal touch at all, possibly? ]
Ah? Really? This is your impression of me? I'd thought I was being rather conversational.
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[ teasing, definitely teasing. ]
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If you are lacking for words, seek the yellow one. It can chatter endlessly.
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[ sir walks away from conversations ]
The yellow one... 's Bass, yeah? You get along with the other ones?
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[ wow! ]
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Shining praise, Steel.
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[ they might, actually. it might be the nicest thing steel has ever said about them. ]
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