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deernet2021-09-01 10:47 pm
subject_013) wrote in deernet2021-09-01 10:47 pm
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[Transmission 01][Early September] Wow, what a mansion!
[The Omni clicks on showing a view of a Queen Anne-style house looming up against the murky night sky that threatens rain, as it stands between two smaller houses of a similar style. While candlelight and the light of lunar orbs show in the windows of the neighboring houses, the windows of the larger house stand dark.]
[The viewer pauses in the middle of the cobblestoned street, looking up at it for a long moment. Then a baritone voice speaks, perhaps familiar to some.]
I torched this place, or at least, I torched its twin in the town which proceeded this strange new realm of blood and salt and sea. Dear Jezebel, you encouraged me to commit it to the flames and burn my last ties to Sodder's Nightmare, but it seems this world between worlds is no more finished with this grand pile than it is with the one who claimed it as a home.
[He approaches, climbing two steps to the door, before the view angles up at the fanlight above the door, bearing a red and white wheel-like symbol in stained glass and the name "Arklay House" in Gothic script.]
That's rather on the nose, though if this world is anything like its predecessor, it no doubt delights in its pranks on its guests.
[The view angles down toward the doors.]
One way remains to see if it's inhabited... [His half-gloved hand moves into view and he tries the latches.]
[The viewer pauses in the middle of the cobblestoned street, looking up at it for a long moment. Then a baritone voice speaks, perhaps familiar to some.]
I torched this place, or at least, I torched its twin in the town which proceeded this strange new realm of blood and salt and sea. Dear Jezebel, you encouraged me to commit it to the flames and burn my last ties to Sodder's Nightmare, but it seems this world between worlds is no more finished with this grand pile than it is with the one who claimed it as a home.
[He approaches, climbing two steps to the door, before the view angles up at the fanlight above the door, bearing a red and white wheel-like symbol in stained glass and the name "Arklay House" in Gothic script.]
That's rather on the nose, though if this world is anything like its predecessor, it no doubt delights in its pranks on its guests.
[The view angles down toward the doors.]
One way remains to see if it's inhabited... [His half-gloved hand moves into view and he tries the latches.]
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If I might hazard a guess: he exited stage left, pursued by a tall gent in black with red skin and horns? I turned the intruder out, but I was gracious.
[He steps into the parlor, but pauses before the unlit hearth. While the lower half of his face remains impassive, his gaze may fall thoughtfully for a moment before lifting and resuming his full impassivity, as if he let himself grieve for a moment before internalizing and resuming the conversation.]
I see. Well. Perhaps it is for the best for him. He was a traveler. Moving among time and the stars was his preferred mode of living, and changing back would have brought him back to the place between places and the time between times where he belongs.
[An in-breath and then he moves on. The weasel nestles into his neck, gently nuzzling their master.]
It would certainly help the neophyte Sleepers who may not have passed through the font of Sodder's Nightmare before they arrived here. And it would refresh the minds of those who... may have conveniently forgotten how dark it can and will get.
((OOC: Works for me! Seems the most logical way to
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And perhaps it is. His journey, his travels are far from over. In some ways I was finally at a point to begin settling down in my world, so perhaps there is a difference there. [She sighed sadly and shrugged.]
They will remember soon enough, but if we can minimize tragedy, that's for the best.
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[He slips off the Robe, and steps into the vestibule to hang it on a mahogany coat tree in the shadows.]
In which case, I should start stocking provisions here, along with fetching what I'll need to settle into this place. And as I think the connection to my world of origin is severed, that means making a life for myself here, completely unplugged from what went before.
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...
I think that both our connections are at least partially severed. So, it might serve us well to prepare as if we were getting ready for a rough winter at home, yes?
(I, Have had. A week. I am so sorry.)
[He roves back to the kitchen, the Omen still snuggled against his neck.]
I'd better start preparing soon, then. I shall have to acquire at least a few of everything this place and its new master will need.
I'll keep in touch as best I can. Perhaps these hosts shall prove more willing to shield us, but one can't bank on that hope.
No problem
Stay safe, and we'll speak again soon.
(OOC: no worries. Life's life. You've had a rough week or so. We can wrap this one up as things get started for the next month. It seems a good, logical stopping point.)
Re: No problem
Oy, I live yer 'ead. Not like it can do anyfing to me.
[A wry but slightly amused smirk from the host and master.]
Safety and I haven't had a close relationship, but I know how to stay one step ahead of harm. May our parting be brief.
[He reaches in and cuts the feed.]
((Aaaand, scene!))