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foundationmods) wrote2020-04-29 02:16 pm
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R5: ghost hangout
[What's this? The fog of the miasma has pulled back, revealing a path down to the basement. None of the living seem to notice it though, only those who are dead are aware of it.
Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?
If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.
Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]
Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?
If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.
Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]

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Wow.
[Can we have ONE ROUND without vore???? no. we can't. vore always]
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Maybe. But she was the one that was wrong. She trapped me/us in here, in the egg. And even though she is now us, her body and webs still keep us here.
You/I/We are in her personal web, and we need to be free.
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But she would not let us go. She joined us when we were still growing, and we still keep growing.
It is painful. Don't you/us feel it?
Don't you feel the pain?
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You/I won't hurt.
We'll be able to play together without pain, and hunt and kill and laugh together.
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He was dragged to this world against his will. Forced to be an agent for a group whose ideals he couldn't care less about. No obvious way to return to what he knew. Then, sent on a mission like this... maybe even as fodder, on purpose, and left to rot. Is there anything out there he wants to protect? Maybe it's the miasma clouding his mind, the weeks of pain and suffering taking their toll... but he can't think of anything.]
Hell. Why not? The world is garbage. Might as well have some fun. So.... you need us to get the whole numbers in here in one piece. Is that right?
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[There's that happy feeling washing over them all again.]
Get them here, burn her and this web, and thenwe can be free!
I/we can't wait to go outside...!
[It sounds so...oddly innocent.]
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Who cares about the world outside? Not him!]
We'll make some beautiful art out there....!
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looks over at Flayn...]
You're positive the pain will end.
[the "fun" is not his concept of fun, but like, if he can... like... make sure Flayn doesn't feel like she's constantly drowning in her own blood? sure???]
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[The curse....can't really explain it very well.]
We are all us, but I/we are pushed and squished and it hurts so very, very much. All the time. So you/us hurt very, very much. All the time.
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Something the matter? ]
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