[ there's silence, and as you knock no one answers. the door swings open on its own though, as if inviting you in. you know this place to be warm and light and full of bustling energy. it's almost eerie how silent everything is now, and as you walk through the front hall you don't even hear the ticking of a clock.
you can venture off in a few directions.
there's the reading room, which is the room used for card readings. there's the kitchen, which would also lead you to the backyard. or there's the stairs, leading you up to where the bedrooms are, including the psychic's daughter's. ]
[ he's going to head upstairs to the bedrooms—he doesn't mean to fuss, but given the fact that her father just came back, he's wondering if the family dynamnic is doing okay. is there any sign of disruption? people leaving in a hurry? open drawers or mess? ]
[ no, actually. there doesn't appear to be anything disturbed at all? it's as if the house itself is frozen in time.
when you wander upstairs, you find her doorway fairly easily. for one thing, there's probably paper covering the front of it. for another, it's partially open.
inside looks the same as ever. canvas silhouettes of trees decorated with collaged and found-paper leaves are on the wall, and dried flowers are glued over the entirety of her closet door. the ceiling fan is hung with leaves hanging in chains, interspersed with colored feathers and lace. on the wall, there's a bird with a talk bubble reading "WORMS FOR ALL" painted above a shelf cluttered with buttons and about nine different pairs of scissors. there's a soft green glow thanks to the lamp on her nightstand, and her twin bed is occupied by the girl sitting crisscross applesauce on the mattress, poised with a book open in her lap and frozen solid. ]
[ she here. she blue (daba dee daba di ), and there's zero reaction! she looks like she was concentrating heavily on the book itself, and her finger is poised over a bit of text.
she doesn't look uncomfortable or anything though? just frozen in place. ]
yves doesn't like any of this, but he will gently smooth some of her hair back before he goes. and then he'll wander off to politely pick up the phone to a house that he doesn't live in
as he does can he check if any clock is running? is time moving? ]
[ SWINGS BACK HERE BRIEFLY but is there anything amiss in the rest of the house? he won't snoop but he'll do a quick sweep in other rooms to make sure he's not missing something crazy like a dead body wouldn't that be wild whoa ]
[ it's a spread of the page of cups, three times. the card looks a little like blue herself.
("Page of Cups is a bringer of messages. The unexpected inspiration that comes to us from the unconscious, perhaps in ways that we may not truly understand."
[ it's like a dog looking at himself in the mirror and being confused by it
but... if all the mirrors show the same thing, then he steps in closer to it. he turns his head left and right, at all angles, trying to make sure that he can see it. understand it.
in his heart, the answer is immediate. yes. this is what he wants so badly. and maybe then it'll be enough for—
for who? for a moment, he's jarred out of his gazing. who was it that told him that he was... a demon? who said... that? he winces against the sudden mismatch of it all, like an chaotic chord being slammed on piano keys.
he turns away and shakes his head. no. focus. marcoh's waiting, probably.
he'll leave this attic behind. more to tell jiaoqiu later.
one last thing: what are the odds that blue's house has a sword anywhere? if time is stopped maybe he can carry one around. if there isn't, he's going to look for a knife in the kitchen... sometimes you get tired of swinging a pole around. ]
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you can venture off in a few directions.
there's the reading room, which is the room used for card readings. there's the kitchen, which would also lead you to the backyard. or there's the stairs, leading you up to where the bedrooms are, including the psychic's daughter's. ]
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Blue...?
[ he's going to head upstairs to the bedrooms—he doesn't mean to fuss, but given the fact that her father just came back, he's wondering if the family dynamnic is doing okay. is there any sign of disruption? people leaving in a hurry? open drawers or mess? ]
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when you wander upstairs, you find her doorway fairly easily. for one thing, there's probably paper covering the front of it. for another, it's partially open.
inside looks the same as ever. canvas silhouettes of trees decorated with collaged and found-paper leaves are on the wall, and dried flowers are glued over the entirety of her closet door. the ceiling fan is hung with leaves hanging in chains, interspersed with colored feathers and lace. on the wall, there's a bird with a talk bubble reading "WORMS FOR ALL" painted above a shelf cluttered with buttons and about nine different pairs of scissors. there's a soft green glow thanks to the lamp on her nightstand, and her twin bed is occupied by the girl sitting crisscross applesauce on the mattress, poised with a book open in her lap and frozen solid. ]
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????????????????????????????
(nat voice) what that mean ]
Huh? Blue? [ walking over to her and just going to try to wave his hand in front of her face? HELLO? ]
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she doesn't look uncomfortable or anything though? just frozen in place. ]
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[ he's going to check in a little bit but first he looks over the text that she's pointing at, wondering what she could've been so focused on ]
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there is also a scrap of paper with what appears to be an address in washington dc, and something scribbled under that.
"Willing death to pay for unwilling death. That’s the way."
a sacrifice?
for some reason, that makes you feel faintly uncomfortable to think about. ]
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yves doesn't like any of this, but he will gently smooth some of her hair back before he goes. and then he'll wander off to politely pick up the phone to a house that he doesn't live in
as he does can he check if any clock is running? is time moving? ]
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marcoh is on the other end of the line. ]
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i'm not going to do that at this moment, but there are a few things of note.
up in the attic there are three mirrors all pointed at one another, and a bowl of water in the center.
in the reading room, there is a spread of tarot cards like someone was doing a reading.
but the rest of the house itself seems frozen, empty, and only blue remaining. ]
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("Page of Cups is a bringer of messages. The unexpected inspiration that comes to us from the unconscious, perhaps in ways that we may not truly understand."
it is a card of potential, and possibilities.) ]
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if not he will move on to the weird attic set-up ]
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into the attic you go! what would you like to do here? ]
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minus his scar, that is. ]
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LOOKS BACK IN THE WATER IN DISTRESS
LOKS AT A DIFFERENT MIRROR? ]
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look at all that you could be, yves. ]
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but... if all the mirrors show the same thing, then he steps in closer to it. he turns his head left and right, at all angles, trying to make sure that he can see it. understand it.
his heart does ache for it. ]
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nothing looks unusual. it's just his normal, ordinary clear face.
it's what you want, isn't it? ]
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in his heart, the answer is immediate. yes. this is what he wants so badly. and maybe then it'll be enough for—
for who? for a moment, he's jarred out of his gazing. who was it that told him that he was... a demon? who said... that? he winces against the sudden mismatch of it all, like an chaotic chord being slammed on piano keys.
he turns away and shakes his head. no. focus. marcoh's waiting, probably.
he'll leave this attic behind. more to tell jiaoqiu later.
one last thing: what are the odds that blue's house has a sword anywhere? if time is stopped maybe he can carry one around. if there isn't, he's going to look for a knife in the kitchen... sometimes you get tired of swinging a pole around. ]
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a sword isn't one, but with a second glance, there is. has it always been there? you don't remember. but it's yours now. ]
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ok he's done
hehe yay goes to show marcoh his cool sword ]