jesus, okay, well. at first he's a little disoriented, holding the wall. and then very quickly pulling his hand away from the wall just in case there's more of that cold, alive thing. instead, he looks into the mirror, and discovers that he has gone cross-eyed. NEATO. does anything happen if he covers the throbbing eye?
the shadow is bad news! does he have any like. weapons? or actually, you know what, before anything, let me ask if this shadow is bad news. is this a bad shadow or is it the kind of friendly puff the magic shadow that could be talked to?
because if it's the former, he's gonna do his usual and just fucking SKEDADDLE. but if it's the second, he's going to crouch and reach his hand out to it. ]
all that happens when he covers the throbbing eye is that he can no longer see out of it because it's covered.
the shadow is bad news! it is actually very bad news, you have nothing but tarot cards (what kind of school allows you to bring weapons? (try not to think about the gun under your bed at your apartment)) and self-preservation. there's something itching in the back of your brain as the shadow rushes you, like water leaking across the floor.
this is not a friendly shadow. this is a warning.
but as jiaoqiu makes a break for it, the mirror behind him shatters. a beam of light shines through, and leaves begin to crawl through the cracks toward the shadow. darkness overwhelms the room, and soon you hear a voice whispering in your head.
okay, well, this is a fun little excursion so far. the shadow rushes at him and he skitters backwards, trying to get out of the way, trying to get anywhere but here. that's when the mirror shatters, which is alarming, but... light seems good? light seems like it's the correct thing to counteract the shadows.
water... okay, well, his first thought is to water the leaves. so if he can, he's going to turn on the sinks to full blast to see if that helps. he'll also (probably ineffectually) throw water at the shadows. fuck off!!! ]
[ turning on the sinks is a good idea. it's a very good idea, except the water is going down the drain. splashing the water at the shadows seems like a good idea though, and the leaves crawl forward to plug the drain.
water quickly fills the basin, spilling over and onto the floor to push the shadows back. they writhe and skitter away, washing down the drain in the center of the room. the light filters back in, and you feel vines curl through your limbs. you feel the stones of a riverbed weigh down in your palms, you see the light from above a tree's canopy over your eyes, and when you blink the connection with cabeswater goes quiet again.
normally, the forest would come to your aid much faster. but this time it was delayed. perhaps... that is something to discuss, too. ]
[ good to know. it's a little worrying, and he rubs at his eyes and his ear as he thinks about the imagery of the vines and stones. he'll have to tell the others. they should probably know, it's just.
for a moment, he just kind of hovers over the sink, catching his breath, and then with a little burst of anger, he punches the nearest thing he can find that won't seriously damage his hand. a short curse under his breath, and then - it's fine. he straightens, turns the sinks off, and holds his cards in his hands for a moment before attempting to leave the cursed bathroom. ]
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jesus, okay, well. at first he's a little disoriented, holding the wall. and then very quickly pulling his hand away from the wall just in case there's more of that cold, alive thing. instead, he looks into the mirror, and discovers that he has gone cross-eyed. NEATO. does anything happen if he covers the throbbing eye?
the shadow is bad news! does he have any like. weapons? or actually, you know what, before anything, let me ask if this shadow is bad news. is this a bad shadow or is it the kind of friendly puff the magic shadow that could be talked to?
because if it's the former, he's gonna do his usual and just fucking SKEDADDLE. but if it's the second, he's going to crouch and reach his hand out to it. ]
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all that happens when he covers the throbbing eye is that he can no longer see out of it because it's covered.
the shadow is bad news! it is actually very bad news, you have nothing but tarot cards (what kind of school allows you to bring weapons? (try not to think about the gun under your bed at your apartment)) and self-preservation. there's something itching in the back of your brain as the shadow rushes you, like water leaking across the floor.
this is not a friendly shadow. this is a warning.
but as jiaoqiu makes a break for it, the mirror behind him shatters. a beam of light shines through, and leaves begin to crawl through the cracks toward the shadow. darkness overwhelms the room, and soon you hear a voice whispering in your head.
water. waterwaterwater.
the door is nearly covered now. ]
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okay, well, this is a fun little excursion so far. the shadow rushes at him and he skitters backwards, trying to get out of the way, trying to get anywhere but here. that's when the mirror shatters, which is alarming, but... light seems good? light seems like it's the correct thing to counteract the shadows.
water... okay, well, his first thought is to water the leaves. so if he can, he's going to turn on the sinks to full blast to see if that helps. he'll also (probably ineffectually) throw water at the shadows. fuck off!!! ]
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water quickly fills the basin, spilling over and onto the floor to push the shadows back. they writhe and skitter away, washing down the drain in the center of the room. the light filters back in, and you feel vines curl through your limbs. you feel the stones of a riverbed weigh down in your palms, you see the light from above a tree's canopy over your eyes, and when you blink the connection with cabeswater goes quiet again.
normally, the forest would come to your aid much faster. but this time it was delayed. perhaps... that is something to discuss, too. ]
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for a moment, he just kind of hovers over the sink, catching his breath, and then with a little burst of anger, he punches the nearest thing he can find that won't seriously damage his hand. a short curse under his breath, and then - it's fine. he straightens, turns the sinks off, and holds his cards in his hands for a moment before attempting to leave the cursed bathroom. ]
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