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[ A - In the Studio ]

Now that the Studio is opened, convinced that the statue therein is really just too afraid to join the rest of them, Aria has made it her mission to visit every day that she can and talk to her, at least just for a little while. Today she's brought Humphrey with her on a field trip out of the pond, and while Aria tells the story of how he came to be, the little golden turtle is motoring around the room with all the speed one expects of a turtle.

"--I mean, I thought he was going to die! I was so scared."

She's left the door wide open, so anyone is liable to walk in on her sitting at the statue's feet.

[ B - Everywhere! ]

When her daily visit is over, Feferi returns Humphrey to the pond, tossing him back in with a loud splash, then heads back into the house to look for people. Not just anyone, but everyone, whoever she can manage to stumble upon. Considering the size of the area they've been inhabiting, it's not hard.

"Hello! Do you have a moment?"

[ ooc: there is a post here with more information about Gardenquest, which is what Feferi will be asking about! ]

yourkeepers


	THE STUDIO

Despite the drab colours of is actual architecture, the Studio is filled with supplies fit for creating just about any traditional piece of art you could hope for. Tables and drawers are littered with paints and other tools. There is a cabinet in the back filled with a seemingly unlimited supply of canvases. There are several pieces of art in varying levels of progress in here - the most notable of which is a large, partially abstract painting of a woman, and what appears to be an actual woman standing stone still, covered in body paint. She even appears to be alive - but completely unresponsive.

yourkeepers

When dawn finally comes, you find them.

They're hanging in the grand hall, bound - almost cocooned - in inky black thread. The bodies of the victims, the ones without their hearts, are now miraculously whole. Cold and untouched, as if those terrible wounds had never been carved into their flesh.

They hang in various positions of rest, some limbs tangled and suspended, others simply hanging limply. Their eyes all all closed. The searchlight's body is still dull silver. The singer's hair dangles long and dark. The oracle's robes pristine.

It's like they've been left here for you, within your reach. The rest is in your hands.

yourkeepers

The body glimmers as the light spreads over its features, like a statue of precious metals stained with blood. Golden hair soaks in a pool of red that paints the floor like a canvas, extending out around the head and shoulders of the victim, still lazily seeping and expanding.

It's the body of the the oracle, and she is very much dead.

Her entire throat and chest is a mess of gore. The blood coats the skin and cloth so that it's hard to make out details, but there is one thing certain - something has cut deep into her chest cavity, as it carving something out from inside.

The body is still warm, but you never heard her scream.

seerchlight

So, as it turns out, Lights has a few tricks up his sleeves - ones that he's hasn't really bothered with since waking. After some thought, though, he's decided to brush up on his skills by tormenting the general public in the Grand Hall all evening.

He floats high up above the staircases, illuminating the ground below like a small sun. He's admittedly smirking a bit while he casually dicks around with his powers. If you are unfortunate to wander through the hall, you may experience one of the following effects:

1) Being suddenly illuminated by a pillar of light shooting down from the fairest himself. This is really only just kind of annoying, like someone is suddenly spotlighting you on stage.

2) Seeing spots of lights out of the corners of your eyes, like some kind of weird fairy phantasm. Or perhaps just seeing a light formation shaped like a troll bulge seemingly painted onto the wall in light. What a class act, this guy.

3) If you actually make the mistake of looking at him, there is a very good chance (barring a serious effort of will) that you will find yourself transfixed - meaning you will succumb to a hypnotic "oooh, shiny!" feeling just by looking at him, and will find yourself incapable of focusing on anything else until he breaks the effect. He is going to pointedly do this to a few people just for practice.

Also, he will probably laugh at you. That's key.

mazeonry

[It happens in the morning of Day 14. For the first time since the vines attack, Mason is speaking publicly. More than that he sounds...delighted? Far more delighted than he's ever been heard, in fact. The first thing you hear from the house is him laughing all around you, followed by a marginally more coherent statement.]

Haha...hahahaha. Ha! Oh this is a real classic, I can't believe it. Hah! You're all so funny down there with...with those mortal bodies there and your...[snort] your stupid mortal feelings, I can't-

[He almost starts to laugh again but he manages to contain himself.]

Alright, alright, alright. Alright. [snicker] So...Right.

We've had a little bit of a mix up in the gardens. But no, no, don't get up! I've got it handled. No need to make a fuss or anything, next thing we know it's all going to be right as bloody rain.

keepscalm

day 11; gardens, morning-afternoon❧ blue

He'd just been watering the gardens. It wasn't anything particularly unusual or challenging. The thing was, though, there were some new flowers about. He'd watered a patch of the blue ones, and then all of a sudden everything just felt so impossible. Nothing seemed bright or beautiful as it had only moments ago; the only thing he could ever imagine feeling at his situation was sadness. After all, he was stuck in this godawful house with no friends and nothing but a fragmented memory of belonging to chase after.

The melancholy overtook him easily. So now the groundskeeper sits near a flowerbed (not a new one, he knows this one, he had seen it yesterday and the day before, too), rain pouring down from the sizable cloud over top of the trees. His colour runs out rapidly, leaving only a dark, wispy grey in its wake.

He doesn't finish watering the gardens.

day 11; gardens, evening❧ black & blue

Something came along — some sort of bug, it appeared — and he swatted it away despondently, wishing to be left to his melancholy. But that simple action seemed to be the catalyst for a spark, some awful, ugly thing igniting within him that took to the sadness like fire to oil. How dare this place make him feel so weak? He's mournful, he's alone, he's trapped— and he's just sitting here like some great waste of space.

His hands tighten and ball up into fists, but there's no hope of containing the anger through any gesture of restraint. It's already raging, its fuel the heavy sadness that has plagued him since this morning. And the more it burns, the less he wants to stop it. The clouds that seem to be contained within his body are thick, dark — almost black in colouration, and the rain falls in torrents now, blinding sheets of raindrops like pins and needles as they descend.

With a frustrated shout, he closes his hands around the delicate stems of the flowers next to him and rips them up from the mud.

day 12; inside the house (various), morning-afternoon❧ orange & white

Whatever troubled his mind the day before had gone as quickly and mysteriously as it came. He slept once he had worn himself out on his fury, and the next morning he awoke feeling strangely...excited. He couldn't really explain it; there was just sort of a buzzing, like an itch that demanded to be scratched. He had to look around, he had to learn. And maybe he would find something useful! Something that would help him remember, or teach him a new skill.

Maybe he would find Ruby.

So he sets a course into the house, and he goes everywhere — the lounge, the bedroom, the dining hall, anywhere that he can really go, honestly. And he pokes and prods at pretty much everything he can, though his touch is gentle — never know what might be a person around here!

planted_blade

Honor, duty, chivalry, and those who were supposed to uphold such values. In her mind's eye she could see it, an army of men--of knights--in gleaming armor, swearing fealty to their cause. One that was just. One through which they would make their nation safe for the unfortunates, the outcasts, the rich and poor alike. Through their hard work and dedication, they would bring peace to the land and make it into ~~Avalon~~ something to be proud of.

Even if this goal would take a lifetime. She would not turn her back on it, never stray, not so long as it is the right path to take.

It was with this image in her mind that suddenly the sword became aware of herself. In one moment she had simply bee and content that way, but now?

Now she had a goal, a purpose, something to act on when it came to herself rather than as a tool. This was no nation--whatever that was--but if there were people here who needed help, she would help them. What good was a being such as herself if she did not do so?

She took up the blade near her, the one she recognized as herself. How strange it was to be the wielder instead of the wielded, but that was all right. There was nothing incongruous about it to her. She was a blade, nothing more and nothing less, but that vision of the men around the table left her with a desire to be so much more. What good was a sword if it just sat on a wall gathering dust? What good was a tool if left to rust?

And she began to stalk the halls, to get a basic lay of the land. Every person she came across she'd point her sword--herself--at them and demand of them:

"You there. What is your purpose here?"

Because they were unfamiliar to her and if she was to protect the people here, she would need to find out as much as she could.

(ooc: Info here since I haven't had time to edit proper icons for this journal yet)

sageprincess

Grand Hall; Morning

"I've been waiting for you, Hero of Time."

It's a voice she recognizes as her own yet finds completely unfamiliar that pulls her out of the darkness and calls her to wake. A voice and the image of a boy with innocent blue eyes (too innocent for the burden he carries, she finds herself thinking though not knowing why) wielding a gleaming sword that shines in the light. He's important, that boy, that "Hero of Time," and yet--

The Oracle opens her eyes, and finds herself sprawled on the floor in the Grand Hall. Gone is the boy, gone is the stone temple he stood within, and when she gasps at the state of the Hall (wilted plants and ashes everywhere), her voice is the feminine one she knows to be hers and not the more masculine one she heard. Was it just a dream, then? Or a vision, perhaps? But, no, it felt too personal to be either of those...

Her quickening thoughts are interrupted as she pulls herself up from the ground, however, her attention turning to herself instead of the mess that surrounds her. Her white robes are stained black with soot, and a cursory glance reveals her hands and hair are covered in the stuff as well.

What in the world happened here?

Inner Gardens; Afternoon

Following the trail of dead vines leads to the gardens (and how fortunate she had that hint - she hardly remembers there being that many doors in the Hall), which the Fairest looks on with some relief. Even if its clear whatever fiery rampage wrecked the Grand Hall also made its way through here, being in the garden means there's water, and water means she can finally start getting the smell of smoke off of her and out of her clothes.

Should you be the type to frequent the lake, you might notice her shedding her headdress and outer robes and dunking them into the water, scrubbing them clean before hanging them out to dry. Or maybe she's tilting her head underneath the waterfall, running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the grime. Either way, don't expect to sneak up on her very easily, or get away with spying...

[ooc; can do action or prose - I'll match you!]

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