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abraxaslogs2022-01-25 01:24 pm
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[CLOSED] always a mystery, not what it seems to be
Who: Himeka, Link, & Emet-Selch
What: An investigation ensues after Himeka realizes she's forgotten her stay at a mysterious disappearing house in the woods
Where: Roads between Primary and Secondary Settlements
When: Late January
Warnings: TBD
[ When she isn't busying herself with errands in town, Himeka does like to take time to explore a bit as she moves between the different settlements. While she spends most of her energy in the Primary simply due to the fact the family she has thrown her lot in with is there, she finds it equally important to keep herself integrated on every front that she can. Besides, half of the fun is the journey and the open air in Solvunn is something she is ever grateful for, no matter some the reservations she has about their lot.
It is on one such journey along one of the dirt paths between settlements that Himeka starts to feel the telltale pangs of deja vu. Not entirely out of place given that she has this way once before, but what begin with inklings of familiarity become the telltale signs of something else.
The sharp pains of a sudden migraine hits her full on and Himeka falls to her knees, holding her head in her hands. Her vision blurs as the road beneath her turns dark, flashes of the are at night fly through her mind.
Her lantern is out, but there's another light--
--a house? In this area? With nothing else around--
--it's not a normal house, not with the thick and oppressive air she feels inside of it--
--there's a hand that she doesn't recognize--
--and she's on the road, alone in the early morning.
She gasps as her vision finally clears, like she's taking a breath for the first time in a good minute. Pangs of her headache will linger for sometime, but this--it was definitely the Echo, but not a normal vision. They usually play out as complete scenes in front of her, not disjointed fragments needing to be pieced together. It...it's troubling. Because while she doesn't remember, she knows what she saw--
Her own past.
Here. In Solvunn.
After a moment to collect herself, Himeka continues her way into town, expression less lofty and more serious than it usually is when she's enjoying her wanderings. Though she was meaning to find more work, she feels there is something else she needs to attend to first.
...And there is just the person to help her out with that. Himeka waves to the youngElezen Elf. ]
Link!
What: An investigation ensues after Himeka realizes she's forgotten her stay at a mysterious disappearing house in the woods
Where: Roads between Primary and Secondary Settlements
When: Late January
Warnings: TBD
[ When she isn't busying herself with errands in town, Himeka does like to take time to explore a bit as she moves between the different settlements. While she spends most of her energy in the Primary simply due to the fact the family she has thrown her lot in with is there, she finds it equally important to keep herself integrated on every front that she can. Besides, half of the fun is the journey and the open air in Solvunn is something she is ever grateful for, no matter some the reservations she has about their lot.
It is on one such journey along one of the dirt paths between settlements that Himeka starts to feel the telltale pangs of deja vu. Not entirely out of place given that she has this way once before, but what begin with inklings of familiarity become the telltale signs of something else.
The sharp pains of a sudden migraine hits her full on and Himeka falls to her knees, holding her head in her hands. Her vision blurs as the road beneath her turns dark, flashes of the are at night fly through her mind.
Her lantern is out, but there's another light--
--a house? In this area? With nothing else around--
--it's not a normal house, not with the thick and oppressive air she feels inside of it--
--there's a hand that she doesn't recognize--
--and she's on the road, alone in the early morning.
She gasps as her vision finally clears, like she's taking a breath for the first time in a good minute. Pangs of her headache will linger for sometime, but this--it was definitely the Echo, but not a normal vision. They usually play out as complete scenes in front of her, not disjointed fragments needing to be pieced together. It...it's troubling. Because while she doesn't remember, she knows what she saw--
Her own past.
Here. In Solvunn.
After a moment to collect herself, Himeka continues her way into town, expression less lofty and more serious than it usually is when she's enjoying her wanderings. Though she was meaning to find more work, she feels there is something else she needs to attend to first.
...And there is just the person to help her out with that. Himeka waves to the young
Link!
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It was you who had the vision, not I.
[And though he might - in theory - be able to experience some of it, were she to make an effort to share it with him, he doesn't much care to mention how she might do so. Not while they are in the middle of an expedition, certainly, and possibly not ever. There are too many questions that could come of such a thing for him to bother, unless it should be strictly necessary.
Still, he does step back when she motions him to, and he can't deny that he's seeing much the same thing as she is.]
You can't possibly be suggesting that this unknown creature is shaped like a cube.
[And yet... there is the proof before them all the same.]
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[ Which--actually now that she thinks on it... ]
...Why aren't the Cubus cube-shaped, by the way?
[ No, Himeka is getting distracted. She shakes her head and turns to face Emet-Selch fully as she implores him, gesturing with her hands at the same time. ]
I mean the creature may have been here when the house was! Most houses are shaped like cubes or squares or cube-esque, aren't they? I do remember a hand, and there was something...really off about it. Maybe that is the creature we're looking for.
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[And the cubuses were certainly that, if nothing else, though by the sigh in his voice he's a little annoyed about the sidetrack, slight though it had been. Not surprised, no. But a little irritated all the same, and there's some part of him that's almost relieved when she manages to get herself back on track.]
Typically, yes. And if it were capable of movement besides, that could well explain how no one has found it. [A pause and this time he really does sigh.] Though it will, of course, make it that much more difficult to track down.
[Not impossible, certainly. But not a particularly trivial task, either.]
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They are very...mass-y.
[ Yeah, that. ]
Then let's not waste time tracking it down.
[ With that, Himeka plops down on the ground itself. Though it likely need not be said what her plan is, she says it anyway. ]
It's clearly been here more than once. We just need to wait for it to show up again.
[ She turns her gaze to the sky. ]
Until nightfall.
[ And wait they shall. Himeka seems content with "companionable" silence for the most part, but she quickly finds that sitting and waiting is actually the one thing she's very bad at. So she busies herself with practicing some of her magicks before trying to make a recreation of the strange house she'd seen out of sticks. It is, enough, to keep them occupied as the sky darkens... ]
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What starts as the far-away sound of something in the brush turns into a flurry of noise and motion as whatever it is gets closer. A large shape can be seen shambling closer on uneven legs- or perhaps legs each with a different gait. It settles down onto the ground as if it had never been moving to begin with, a warm light illuminating the tiny windows of a cottage and an aromatic smoke floating out of the chimney.
When the weary travelers get closer, the door swings open and a very elderly woman glides out the front with a broom to tidy her entryway, feet seeming to never touch the ground. When she spots the party, her eyes twinkle in delight and she smiles, curling a gnarled finger toward the house. When her mouth opens, an aged voice calls out. ]
D̷͈͔̱͉̞̎̓ŏ̴̡̡̭̰̉̉ṉ̶̨̪͓̱͑̽͠ͅ'̶̢̡̯͎̤̈́̚t̴̡̡̙̺̭͉̭̘̃̋̚ ̷̩̺̤͔̆͐̓͗̕̕͝͝b̵̨̨̖̺͔̩̉͊̚ę̸̟̝̰̬͈̄̀͑ ̵͇̺̠͇̍̊̉̉͜͝͝ͅs̵̘̖̣̖͋̆̏͌̉͜͝͝h̴̘̱̠͐͆y̸̧̧̼̞̰̺͛̄͐̐͋̽͑,̴̢̖̞̪̺͍̰̜̓͌̀̀͊̕͘͝ ̶̛̛̘̬̮̗̥̤̪͉́̀̈́̚y̵͍̽͂ọ̸͍̯̰̮͓̰̲͐͗͗̅̽͝u̷̩̥̝̲̐̑̓̎̎̀͘ ̸̡͐̓̈́́͌̚̚m̴̢̧̛̂̌́̕u̷͙͊s̷̡̪͗t̵̲̾́̇̏͂͝ ̵̭̳̉̇͆b̷̹̙͔̈̀ĕ̶̹̱̜͇͚͔͂ͅ ̸̘̋͛̍̽̓̈́͝t̸̤͋̋̉̏̿ị̴̢̫̫̈́̉̅̕r̵̮̦̘̼̟̹̞͍̽e̴͈̣̼̗̲͕̋̈́͗͝d̷̥̠͒͌̆͂.̸͕͚̩̜̣̪̠͗
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The sudden flurry of noise and motion, however, has him standing up from where he'd been half-leaning against a tree. And once the shape draws close enough to be visible, he has to admit it's not anything like what he'd expected - though a house capable of shambling along legs does explain some of how it gets around. And perhaps also some of why the brush and smaller trees had been in the state of disarray they'd been in.
Still, he casts a half-suspicious gaze over it, as it settles down, and one that only seems to deepen once an old woman comes all but gliding out; rather than directly answer the question - or the beckoning finger - he turns instead to Himeka. The search is hers, and for now he will follow her lead.]
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--a house on legs.
The edges of her memory start to fill in, small details--the siding of the house, yes that's right. The feathers--it's the legs! They come from the legs, there weren't chickens or wolves...it was the house itself.
She isn't crazy!
But...at what cost? What excitement she has is quickly overwritten with concern. Everything about this feels wrong. Even the quaint smoke from the chimney and warm light from the windows. The voice, garbled and hitting strange notes that vibrate in her horns, and the hand all ring alarm bells.
She trades a glance with Emet-Selch.
And steps forward.
The only way to unravel this mystery is to meet it, isn't it? ]
Not quite...not yet.
[ Tired, that is. The woman...she can't recall the face, but it feels familiar none the less. ]
We've met before, haven't we? I stayed here once.
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Ç̴̩͇͔͎̍̓ͅl̶̨̛̙̹̜̭̱̟͎̹̥͙̰̏̒̓͗̇͘͝͝͝ë̶͍͓̰͕͇̪̲̗̩́̅͛̒̀͑́͠v̷̫͉̓̎͒̇̄̕͘͝ẹ̶̛̘̯̭̰̄̑̌͛̎̓̏̋̍͝r̵̡̢̲̜̱̜̘̯̜͔̮̔͐̆̐͑͒̈̍̈͆̔̅̓̚̕͜,̴͇̬͈͕̔̆̽͒̎̊̉̓͛̃̑͛̀̀̃ ̴̢̧͙̺͔͓̼̆̓̔̍̃͋̉̓̀́̔́̈́̅̋k̶̰̦̟̰͛͐̓̓̏̆̿ĭ̴̦̮̠̝̘͈̝͒n̸͙̰̤̂̉̂̓̇̈̒͗̑͝͝d̸̪̼̘̳̻̭̞̙̖͇̣́̈́̿̐͌̀̐͘̚ ̵̨̝͈̱̳͇̋̐͐̒̈͋̈͘͘g̵̢̩͓̦̜͉͍͖̖͉̪̹̦͓̑͊͝į̷̳̘̘͚͆̈́̋̈́̿͊͊̽̓̀̚͠͝ŗ̴̠̝̺̦̟̼͈̤̤͗͋͠l̷̡̧̜̱̖̼̟̙͇̤͔̘̤̦̅͌̃͗̈͐͌̊̎̔͂͝.̶̡̛̟̝̼͌̈́̅̓͌̓͆̃̌͛̂̄̎͘ ̸͓͚̘͍͚̭̙̮̘̓̇͌̃̊͜͝C̸̫͂̐͒͆̌̈́̆͐̏̔̓̊̿͘͘ǫ̴̛̯̪̳̰͕͖͙̗̦̝̂́̇͑͋͘m̴̡̛̞̯̟̪̤̣̟̮̯̜̽̾͗̿͜ͅě̴͕͙͇̖͔̘̘͓̙̻̱̭͉̝͑̈́̆̚͠,̷̻̖̪̼͎̱͉͖̟̒́̀̈́͗̋͜ ̸̛̰̮̻̟̥̙͕̩̰̏́͌̈̀͗̒͌͗b̶̘̮̺͙̰͕̯͇̞̪̪̠̆̓̈́̕͠e̶̩̣̲̻̦̯͔̖̘̝̖͕̭̓̀̂̔̍̍̿̋̎̀̕͝f̶͙͖͓̃́̕ŏ̶̮̯̟̘͔̤͌̐r̵̡̨̮̳͍̹͚̦͙̦̥̬̺̾̋̈̔̌ę̶̣̝̰͖̜͋̈́́ ̴̢̩̜̦̞͖̣͙̩̣̟̂̓t̵̢̢̧̛̹͍̳̥̤̺͉̽̎͋̽͑̈́͆͗͠h̵̜͓̓ì̶͎̫̩͕͋͑͛́͗́̈́͂̽̂͆̐̚͝n̷̨͇̩͖͍̑̓͋̃̍͛͊͑g̸̞͇̖͔̬̺̜͋͂́̄̑͒̈́̊͋̉s̷̼̗̼͓̖̯̖̞̈́̓͆̋͘͜ ̶̨̹͚̫͕͓̦͎͖̞̤͍́̇́̓̃͋̅͋͋̈́̊̌̌̋͠w̸͓̱̤̹̳̏̌ͅì̷̢̹̭͚̮̥̺̼̰̠̅̈̓͋t̵̜̯̟̜̩̠̠̤̳͉̓͒̈̂̾̄͗͑̉̒̓̑̊͝ḧ̸̨̧̜͔̦̯̣̟͈̹̞̬̯̈́̿̓̍́͐̃̕͠ ̷̡͔̪̞̪͉̩̫̟̻̫͙̠͆̇͋̇͒͊͂́̾̾̎̚b̷̼͊̾̾͋̚ī̶̛͓̳̘͚͎̯̑̒̍̀͠g̷̝̥͌̓g̶̟̈́͋̔̊͘͝ę̷̛̛͓̼̙̞̱̳͎͎̭̲͇̹̘̀̄͆͐͐̈́̅̈͛̕͝r̸̨͈͉̟̳̓́͋̾ ̸̧̳̭̘͍͉̭̟̞̟̠̫̅̂̓͗͋͐͛͛̕͠t̸̨̻́̋̈͐̋̇͋̽̒͝e̸̯̦̯̖͇͈̭͕̿͒̐̋̔͐̇̉̐̆̈́͝͝ͅe̴̛̩̦͕̙̪̺͈̗̙̩̗͔͚̭̋̈́̈́̒͘ͅt̴̬̥̓̀͊̇̾̿͛̾̕h̸̙͖͓̞͙͚̥̼̠̠͗̈́̄͌̈́̈́͘͜ ̷̱̺̫͓̫͔͎̹͓̱̗̱̠̏́̍̿̆̌̂́̏̋͘ŝ̸̡̬͚̱̤̩̳̞͚̹̑͌ţ̵̧̭͇̳̪̤̜̗̗̱̏́́̃̚͜į̶̢̛͕̺̰͚͍̻̩̲͉́̈́̆̅̃̅̇̄͘r̵̡͖̥̲̫͉͓͍̜̳̘̲̱̘͚̃͑̽̌̀̀̃̅̌̄͠ ̸̡̧͈̝̤̣̱̞̪̯́ą̵̖̜̱͙̪̜̩́͋͊̈͗͛͠ẁ̷̰̰̰̻̝a̵̝̞̹͚̦̹̩͕̘̥̝̩̅̀ͅk̷̨̥͚̫̭͚͎̠̗͔̺̦̰̾͝e̶̲̞̝͔͌̐͗̈̾͊͆̍͘̚͜,̵̡̛̭̝͙͙͙͎̭̳̎͌̐͑͗̋̉̕͝͠ ̷͐̈́̉̆͂͂̇̐͌̿̈́̄͋̚͘͜h̷̩͙̼̩̺̦̉̕m̵̻̞̤͉̳̪̬͓͚̓̈́̾͂̎͆̆̅̍̅͂m̸̟͍͎̒̑̍͑͑̽́̿͐̏̈̽͑̕̕?̵͙͖̤̫̳̟̩̜͎̖̩̽͝
[ The door opens wider of its own volition, the scent of fresh bread and rosemary wafting into the night. The Haggard glides aside, gesturing with a wide sweep of her arm. She abandons the broom, which continues to sweep on its own. ]
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(On the other hand, the implication that there are nastier things lurking in the darkness does fit reasonably well with some of the things he's heard out of Solvunn, assuming it's not something offered simply for the sake of getting them inside.)]
I presume you have some ability to keep people safe, then? Or will these 'things with bigger teeth' not seek those inside a building?
[That said, unless Himeka indicates that she wishes to head inside, neither will he.]
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She nods in his direction before accepting the invitation and stepping inside, soaking in the warm glow and the smells that would otherwise indicate a welcome reception. ]
...This house doesn't have teeth, does it?
[ Not the sort of thing to ask after you've already entered, but it has legs of all things. ]
Whatever you're baking smells lovely.
[ Too lovely. The sort of delicious that makes her stomach growl despite herself. Himeka places her hands at her belly. ]
...I remember this. Were you cooking last time?