R5: ghost hangout

[foundationmods]

[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?]

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[eyeforai]

[The place they've been looking for the past couple weeks, and now he's able to stroll right in like it's nothing. It'd almost feel like an insult if he weren't already dead and stuck with the curse. As it is though, he just finds himself looking around before the voice speaks again, although his brows are furrowed in slight confusion the whole time.

...

Well, anyways.]

Get to the point already. ...So what are you asking us to do?

[foundationmods]

Bring the prey here. Those that have not joined us.

Burn away her web and husk. You/I/we cannot. We are trapped inside.

If you do not believe, then try. Attempt to break me/us free.

[and, indeed, they can't really do anything about the webbing or the spider in the center of the web. To them, it feels like an impassible obstacle.]

Her webs are strong against those like us.

She wanted to make sure that you/I would be safe. Forever.

But we do not want to be trapped forever.

[tangentlion]

[Sho does give it a shot, firing a shuriken-shaped projectile of energy from his palm... and it fizzles out upon contact with the webs. Well. That's annoying!]

[eyeforai]

[Well not with that attitude!! Indeed, he does bring out a miasma version of his gun and briefly raises it to aim towards the spider, but ultimately ends up lowering it. If it's just going to shoot miasma fire or something anyway, it probably wouldn't do shit so meh.]

But you ate her, so shouldn't you be able to neutralize her own web?

[because that's what the miasma just does??]

[foundationmods]

She is the start of me/us. Our Origin.

Even though we are very strong, we/I/us cannot defy her intent.

[eyeforai]

You gotta rebel more. Show her that you're not someone to be bossed around.

Maybe break some tableware on the way out the door.

[what the fuck is he even going on about anymore]

[foundationmods]

?

[Sorry, you just get a sense of confusion.]

But I/we can't rebel?

[eyeforai]

Just kick her ass a little. It'll be fine.

[is he helping]

[foundationmods]

...mm.

[The Curse doesn't sound convinced.]

...Please make the living come to the center and burn it down - do whatever you/I/we have to.

I'll/We'll even make it possible for you/us to actually hurt them now, tomorrow.

Chase them towards us! But don't tell them. Make them think they're doing the right thing, okay? And....try to keep them from breaking through until this saturday. I'll/We'll help!

[deadanimemom]

We can do that for you.

[foundationmods]

Thank you/us!!

[And then there's another hit of happiness.]

[deadanimemom]

[She'll do anything for that happiness, this little demon who needs them all so much, this it-me-all-of-us that they all are now.

They'll get out of here. They won't hurt anymore.]

[tangentlion]

What is it about Saturdays with this place...?

[foundationmods]

I/we wanna watch them struggle and be scared! It'll be fun!

[tangentlion]

Well. You're not wrong. [he pulls a pin out of his pocket and tosses it up and down like a coin] I have one more kind of friend for them to play with.

[eyeforai]

[wow how dare you don't listen to his questionable advice?? well whatever...]

How are you gonna help?

[foundationmods]

Through my newest friends!

[The Vessels, it means.]

[carbide]

I will look forward to it.

[Time to be a half-final boss!]

[carbide]

[Olympia tries, too. Sadly the webbing does not burn as easily as a bandana.]

[noneforall]

[He's not going to bother to go for an attack right away -- there's plenty of miasma already flying at the webs, and he just sort of watches with something not-quite-curiosity as they all fail. Well. Let's see:

If he uses 読 on the webs and that center spider, is there anything he can read off the place? What exactly is it that's making it so impervious? What's its nature? Is it just grudges canceling each other out or is Mama Spider slapping them away from the afterlife or what.]

[foundationmods]

[The nature is that the Curse is akin to the spider's child, and is also a part of it. It would be like attempting to go against your parents when you're small - an unthinkable, impossible act.

It's a problem that requires an outside solution.]