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thechanged2013-10-27 05:23 pm
yourkeepers) wrote in thechanged2013-10-27 05:23 pm
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HEARTS IN DARKNESS: THE FINALE (OPEN TO ALL!)
[There's been a third murder, and a witness to the scene has named a culprit! The chase has taken the group to the Dining Hall - this is open to all, but please keep it to one free for all thread, though you may split off for one on one actions if its appropriate.]
When you arrive in the Dining Hall, the darkness is alive. Like the very shadows, the air around you, is living and breathing - you can feel its cold touch, its heartbeat. It grows ever stronger.
You can't see up on the table from the floor, but you can hear it. You can see the glow, like a void with brightness on its edges. You can hear someone bickering.
“I don’t think this is right,” the kitchen fire says from up top, as if speaking aloud to himself. “But okay. If you say so!” A beat. “Do you even know how hands work, Mr. Darkness Incarnate? Have you ever even had hands?”
His work is hasty as he moves across the wooden surface. All three hearts are with him, still glowing, positioned around him and enclosed in magical circles, connected by a series of lines. He uses a large tome for reference as he draws - the one written in High Tongues, the spellbook from the magical room.
“Oh, well, if you usually have so many hands, maybe that’s why you keep making mistakes like this when there’s only two!”
It speaks on the edges of your mind, like whispers just beneath your range of hearing. But as you enter the dining hall you feel...guided. Like something is describing your actions even as you commit to them..
When you arrive in the Dining Hall, the darkness is alive. Like the very shadows, the air around you, is living and breathing - you can feel its cold touch, its heartbeat. It grows ever stronger.
You can't see up on the table from the floor, but you can hear it. You can see the glow, like a void with brightness on its edges. You can hear someone bickering.
His dark work nearly completed, the shadow's keeper revelled in his victory. The spirit of the dagger sung in his head, guiding his hand as he burned intricate sigils and spirals into the wood of the table. It celebrated with him. It praised its imminent release. Effulgent darkness and the light of fire worked in tandem.
'At last,' the spirit said.
“I don’t think this is right,” the kitchen fire says from up top, as if speaking aloud to himself. “But okay. If you say so!” A beat. “Do you even know how hands work, Mr. Darkness Incarnate? Have you ever even had hands?”
His work is hasty as he moves across the wooden surface. All three hearts are with him, still glowing, positioned around him and enclosed in magical circles, connected by a series of lines. He uses a large tome for reference as he draws - the one written in High Tongues, the spellbook from the magical room.
“Oh, well, if you usually have so many hands, maybe that’s why you keep making mistakes like this when there’s only two!”
Little did he realize, his enemies, led by a rifle with vengeance in her heart, were already almost upon him. That his reckless efforts had at last betrayed his true motivations.
The darkness hissed its discomfort as the sacredness of their ritual was desecrated.
It speaks on the edges of your mind, like whispers just beneath your range of hearing. But as you enter the dining hall you feel...guided. Like something is describing your actions even as you commit to them..
”What’re you think you’re doing?” demanded Brimstone, barrel set on the table as she gestured for her comrades to cover the exits. There was murder in her steely eyes. The bastard was here!
And soon, there would be payback!