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holyspirits) wrote2025-03-23 03:12 pm
holyspirits) wrote2025-03-23 03:12 pm
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[ math ladys for a moment like wait if he just came east and this new crossroad heads west wouldn't that just drop me back where i started-
KEEPS GOING EAST ]
KEEPS GOING EAST ]
[if i have to be here do i still have katana proficiency
Richie — his true self, everything caged in the viscera of flesh and bone — is hooked into It's true self. Even in that plane beyond he's nothing compared to its vastness, and yet he holds on tight. Because if he lets it shake him loose, he won't come back.
Bill won't come back. The man he'd rushed in to save from the same fate he faces now.
He can feel It rallying. And he can feel his grip slipping. He can't do this alone. How was anyone supposed to do this alone?
He calls out, with no voice and only force of will alone, force of mind — please let it reach somebody please let it reach anybody please
help! I'm losing it! Somebody help me!]
Richie — his true self, everything caged in the viscera of flesh and bone — is hooked into It's true self. Even in that plane beyond he's nothing compared to its vastness, and yet he holds on tight. Because if he lets it shake him loose, he won't come back.
Bill won't come back. The man he'd rushed in to save from the same fate he faces now.
He can feel It rallying. And he can feel his grip slipping. He can't do this alone. How was anyone supposed to do this alone?
He calls out, with no voice and only force of will alone, force of mind — please let it reach somebody please let it reach anybody please
help! I'm losing it! Somebody help me!]
[He is so baby... He is so brave...
He opens the door easily. It's unlocked. Though, I mean, why wouldn't it be? This is his room. This is his home. He's free to come and go as he pleases, within the restraints of what is normal for a 6-year-old with possibly questionable parents.
Does he open the door wide, or just a little crack?]
He opens the door easily. It's unlocked. Though, I mean, why wouldn't it be? This is his room. This is his home. He's free to come and go as he pleases, within the restraints of what is normal for a 6-year-old with possibly questionable parents.
Does he open the door wide, or just a little crack?]
[There should be some water around... There's a little bathroom he can get into, with a working sink and basin. No cups. He will have to use his hands as a makeshift container to carry the water to his mouth.
The nasty taste only gets worse with time.]
The nasty taste only gets worse with time.]
[ his parents are fine probably.... (?)
anyway. no, it it is a big, heavy door, so he does push it open just a tiny bit, enough to peek out in the big hallway. what's out there... ]
anyway. no, it it is a big, heavy door, so he does push it open just a tiny bit, enough to peek out in the big hallway. what's out there... ]
[ absently marks this wall too before he goes to investigate
what mysteries do you hold shiny item?? ]
what mysteries do you hold shiny item?? ]
[You do not............... Good luck, original flavor Richie!
He calls out, but there is no one around to help.
Bill has left him. All his friends have left him. They turned tail when things took a turn for the worst and abandoned him. Left him for dead.
It is the only one who hasn't left him. Even with his vision blurring, blood smeared around his eyes, the spider remains perfectly in focus. It stares at him, dozens upon dozens of eyes scattered around its body, all blinking out of sync. Then it begins to crawl toward him.]
He calls out, but there is no one around to help.
Bill has left him. All his friends have left him. They turned tail when things took a turn for the worst and abandoned him. Left him for dead.
It is the only one who hasn't left him. Even with his vision blurring, blood smeared around his eyes, the spider remains perfectly in focus. It stares at him, dozens upon dozens of eyes scattered around its body, all blinking out of sync. Then it begins to crawl toward him.]
[ He cups some water into his hands to carry it to his mouth. He tries washing out the taste, but it keeps getting worse. He doesn't feel great with being out here for so long. He doesn't remember the last time he ate something that could possibly leave such a bad aftertaste.
It's not like he ate much at all to begin with, so that's why the nasty taste really bothers him. He toddles out the bathroom and... tries to hide, actually. He tries to look for a small space where he can do just that. Maybe he can just fall asleep in there and never be woken up. ]
It's not like he ate much at all to begin with, so that's why the nasty taste really bothers him. He toddles out the bathroom and... tries to hide, actually. He tries to look for a small space where he can do just that. Maybe he can just fall asleep in there and never be woken up. ]
[ man, imagine not trying to run directly into what could be trouble
could not be taair! he slips out of the door, and starts to make his way down the hallway. the halls of the palace are a safe place, and if his mother is screaming... maybe she's having a terrible nightmare...?
either way. the sound was just bad and discordant for a tiny child, and ultimately, he will not resist hurrying down the hall. he does at least have one (1) common sense that has him stick close to the wall as he pads down the hallway, heartbeat racing with each step. ]
could not be taair! he slips out of the door, and starts to make his way down the hallway. the halls of the palace are a safe place, and if his mother is screaming... maybe she's having a terrible nightmare...?
either way. the sound was just bad and discordant for a tiny child, and ultimately, he will not resist hurrying down the hall. he does at least have one (1) common sense that has him stick close to the wall as he pads down the hallway, heartbeat racing with each step. ]
[ hahaha.... okay, cool. COOL COOL COOL COOL. hawke is absolutely chill. he's ice cold and not panicking.
he picks it up, tucking it close and whirls around the endless dungeon. maybe he should just start barreling through walls (no hawke) ]
MOTHER!
he picks it up, tucking it close and whirls around the endless dungeon. maybe he should just start barreling through walls (no hawke) ]
MOTHER!
[When Adolphe leaves the bathroom, he finds that his parents are no longer yelling at each other.
As a matter of fact, they are nowhere to be found. Huh. Wonder where they went off to...
There is a small linen closet that is just about the perfect size for a child to hide, if he would like to take a nap.]
As a matter of fact, they are nowhere to be found. Huh. Wonder where they went off to...
There is a small linen closet that is just about the perfect size for a child to hide, if he would like to take a nap.]
[ It's fine. He would rather not see his parents. He goes inside the small linen closet, squeezing himself in there. Despite everything, Adolphe was always resistant to illnesses in general and generally healthy. It's a miracle that he even grew as tall as he did now. ]
[CRUELTIES ABOUND
That's not right.
They wouldn't.
Richie is slipping back into his own body. Aware of the pain, the thick wetness running down his face and neck. Hot iron stings his nostrils and fear pulses through his skin, sounding alarms and raising gooseflesh in a cold ripple, sprung from the nape of his neck and snapping to the bottoms of his feet.
It's coming closer.
IT IT IT
He sucks in air through his mouth and it sends up more blood. Makes him cough, spit, kickstart his lungs again.
Run.
If the others ran, then he has no choice he has to. God, when did it get so many fucking eyes?
Richie wills his limbs into action. He takes a step back. Then two. And splits. Back back back, back the way he came, god where did they all go without him?]
That's not right.
They wouldn't.
Richie is slipping back into his own body. Aware of the pain, the thick wetness running down his face and neck. Hot iron stings his nostrils and fear pulses through his skin, sounding alarms and raising gooseflesh in a cold ripple, sprung from the nape of his neck and snapping to the bottoms of his feet.
It's coming closer.
IT IT IT
He sucks in air through his mouth and it sends up more blood. Makes him cough, spit, kickstart his lungs again.
Run.
If the others ran, then he has no choice he has to. God, when did it get so many fucking eyes?
Richie wills his limbs into action. He takes a step back. Then two. And splits. Back back back, back the way he came, god where did they all go without him?]
[ ah! that sounds bad.
he hurries to the door when the screaming stops - the gasp makes him feel a twist of fear, a strange, unfamiliar sickness in his stomach, and he peeks in through the door, eyes round and wide, tiny hands curling on the very edge of the door.
mother...? ]
he hurries to the door when the screaming stops - the gasp makes him feel a twist of fear, a strange, unfamiliar sickness in his stomach, and he peeks in through the door, eyes round and wide, tiny hands curling on the very edge of the door.
mother...? ]
[Inside he goes! Sleep will claim him soon enough, allowing him to sink into a blissful slumber.
Now, imagine if I said this is where this section ends for Adolphe and you're free to go.
Unfortunately, that won't be the case. After what could be five minutes just as easily as it could be five hours, Adolphe is startled awake by someone shoving the closet door open and grabbing him by the wrist with a cold, clammy hand.]
Now, imagine if I said this is where this section ends for Adolphe and you're free to go.
Unfortunately, that won't be the case. After what could be five minutes just as easily as it could be five hours, Adolphe is startled awake by someone shoving the closet door open and grabbing him by the wrist with a cold, clammy hand.]
[ He would have been so happy.
Alas.
He's startled and tries to shake his wrist away from the grip. It's cold. Clammy. It feels gross. He doesn't like this. ]
Let go...!
Alas.
He's startled and tries to shake his wrist away from the grip. It's cold. Clammy. It feels gross. He doesn't like this. ]
Let go...!
[ so anyway, i started blasting-
no, he's at least somewhat aware that would just bring the entire ceiling on his head. even if it would probably feel incredibly good to let loose right about now.
heck. is his magic working?? can he start blasting??? cause he'll do that besides continuing east. may the dwarven lesson(?) of following one wall lead him true ]
no, he's at least somewhat aware that would just bring the entire ceiling on his head. even if it would probably feel incredibly good to let loose right about now.
heck. is his magic working?? can he start blasting??? cause he'll do that besides continuing east. may the dwarven lesson(?) of following one wall lead him true ]
[Richie runs.
He runs just like he did when he was child trying to escape his bullies. He runs just like he did that night with Bill in the cellar, that horrible werewolf tearing after the two of them. It's funny how Richie refused to start running until his friend was above ground with him. Now that they're adults, the man obviously couldn't be bothered to return the favor. No one ever helped him when the bullies caught up to him in the playground either, come to think of it.
Which is probably why, even when pouring all he has left into it, Richie is unable to run fast enough to escape It.
The spider fucking jumps at him, catching him by the leg and knocking him down. He falls face first into the dirt, glasses knocked askew and sent skittering across the sewer.
Nice try, but no dice.
Now that death looms over him, what does Richie do?]
He runs just like he did when he was child trying to escape his bullies. He runs just like he did that night with Bill in the cellar, that horrible werewolf tearing after the two of them. It's funny how Richie refused to start running until his friend was above ground with him. Now that they're adults, the man obviously couldn't be bothered to return the favor. No one ever helped him when the bullies caught up to him in the playground either, come to think of it.
Which is probably why, even when pouring all he has left into it, Richie is unable to run fast enough to escape It.
The spider fucking jumps at him, catching him by the leg and knocking him down. He falls face first into the dirt, glasses knocked askew and sent skittering across the sewer.
Nice try, but no dice.
Now that death looms over him, what does Richie do?]
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