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shadow over dreamwidth [open post]
[This is an open post for Rune/Solomon/Ilhatar/Liam O'Rian/Freckled Garbage Monster. Here are some scenarios for you.
A. Baby It's Awful Down Where it's Wetter
A few seconds ago, you were doing...whatever it was you were doing, in the place you expected to be in. Now you are not. This is...it looks to be a basement or something, marble floors and glass walls (which makes it fucking freezing, by the way, I hope you have a coat). The light is very dim and sickly green; what's worse is that it flickers and dances and leers like a drunken, living thing. Also those glass walls? Aquarium walls. Some of the fish swim in and out of view, and they're all horrible deep-sea monstrosities, of course they are. There are little placards beneath the glass, listing all the awful, awful species.
Also, there's a young man, sitting on a sofa, the only furniture in the room, reading a book. In this light? He'll ruin his eyes.
B. A Little Bit Of Gardening Never Hurt Anyone (We Cared About)
As a contrast, this is a garden. It's a beautiful garden! It's peaceful, and in full bloom, and the sun's shining in through the glass. Ignore things like the skull-shaped pots for some of the smaller plants, and the fact that every single flower in here is poisonous or has thorns or both. Also, there's a freckled...person with a giant floppy sunhat staring at you. All his hair, poking out from under the hat, is also staring at you.
They would like to know why you're in their garden?
C. STOP SUMMONING FOREIGNERS GODDAMMIT
Like. Whatever Holy Grail War this is, however completely fucked the greater grail is this time, a summoning circle probably shouldn't vomit black ooze and your command seals just turned bright green and all the shadows have eyes. Have we learned nothing from the Einsenbergs? Have we learned nothing from Chaldea?
Anyway the shadowy mess coming out of the circle seems to have turned to regard you, what do.
D. Make up your own prompt, live freely, I'm not your Dad
A. Baby It's Awful Down Where it's Wetter
A few seconds ago, you were doing...whatever it was you were doing, in the place you expected to be in. Now you are not. This is...it looks to be a basement or something, marble floors and glass walls (which makes it fucking freezing, by the way, I hope you have a coat). The light is very dim and sickly green; what's worse is that it flickers and dances and leers like a drunken, living thing. Also those glass walls? Aquarium walls. Some of the fish swim in and out of view, and they're all horrible deep-sea monstrosities, of course they are. There are little placards beneath the glass, listing all the awful, awful species.
Also, there's a young man, sitting on a sofa, the only furniture in the room, reading a book. In this light? He'll ruin his eyes.
B. A Little Bit Of Gardening Never Hurt Anyone (We Cared About)
As a contrast, this is a garden. It's a beautiful garden! It's peaceful, and in full bloom, and the sun's shining in through the glass. Ignore things like the skull-shaped pots for some of the smaller plants, and the fact that every single flower in here is poisonous or has thorns or both. Also, there's a freckled...person with a giant floppy sunhat staring at you. All his hair, poking out from under the hat, is also staring at you.
They would like to know why you're in their garden?
C. STOP SUMMONING FOREIGNERS GODDAMMIT
Like. Whatever Holy Grail War this is, however completely fucked the greater grail is this time, a summoning circle probably shouldn't vomit black ooze and your command seals just turned bright green and all the shadows have eyes. Have we learned nothing from the Einsenbergs? Have we learned nothing from Chaldea?
Anyway the shadowy mess coming out of the circle seems to have turned to regard you, what do.
D. Make up your own prompt, live freely, I'm not your Dad
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[You're doing him a confuse.]
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That's. Irrelevant right now. You had a suggestion, focus.
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[He doesn't mean any harm by stating it so plainly, but he also doesn't care if she doesn't like it being so openly called out.]
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[ looks sort of surprised, I mean it's not wrong in any capacity but ]
- Well, yes...
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[He pauses, as he considers. His hair starts to elongate. There are scales, briefly, as it becomes a mass, shadowy and awful.]
...Just what would you give, to be with him again, miss Olivia-Charlotte?
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[ If there's any hesitation it's in the time it takes her to inhale and form the words. She doesn't even think about it. ]
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[He laughs, and the sound's not unpleasant, he has a nice, charming laugh, it's the sensation of something crawling into your bones that's probably not. Great.]
Give me one of your eyes, then.
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So she braces herself, reaches with a hand for her left eye, and digs in, grabbing hold of it and ripping it free from the socket. ]