[It's kind of a relief to see some stars here. There're unfamiliar ones, but they're a comforting sight all the same, and the black expanse of sky dotted with those few tiny lights is a lot less harsh on his eye then all the colors everywhere. It's nice. Until the weirdo in the well summons down a sudden rainstorm, hiding the stars behind the cloud and ruining Siffrin's stargazing with a sudden downpour. He is truly the Universe's favorite punching bag.
Soon after the rainstorm begins, Siffrin staggers back into the inn, absolutely drenched. He leaves a trail of puddles, grumbling as he strips off his cloak and wrings it out and then settling down by the fire in the lobby to dry off. It's not like he has any alternate outfits to change into.]
ii. property damage
[It's bad enough he's been feeling especially terrible since getting that stupid bag of rocks, but now he can't even sleep. It's like someone snuck in and Crafted all the furniture to dance around as a prank. The photo is the last straw. He just got it from the trading post, and they even put it in a nice frame for him, and he'd set it up on the nightstand in his room (after having a private little emotional breakdown over it, of course). But the nightstand decided to join in on the furniture dance party, sending the frame toppling to the ground and cracking the glass.
The photo itself is fine, at least, but Siffrin's nerves are shot and he just can't take this shit any more. He lashes out, smashing a fist straight through the top of the nightstand and caving it in with a great bang and the sound of splitting wood.
There's a moment of silence, Siffrin breathing heavily. And then before he can properly calm himself, the broken pieces of the nightstand hop right back up and begin smacking him with their jagged, splintery edges. He shrieks in frustration and grabs at whatever pieces of it he can to shatter them further, destroy every goddamn piece of this fucking thing and any other piece of furniture that decides to test him right now–
It's noisy as hell. Whether you're a passerby who's concerned about all the screaming and banging around, or just someone else staying in the inn struggling to sleep through this racket, well...the door is unlocked, at least?]
iii. into the woods
[Siffrin hits a breaking point.
They can hardly be blamed. All this fresh new bullshit going on is just salt in the raw, gaping wound of they don't want to be here. It'd be fine if the Universe had at least deigned to bring their friends along too – they'd be happy anywhere, on any adventure, as long as they were together – but no. It's like Siffrin is doomed to always be alone, denied that little bit of happiness they'd found with the people they called family.
But it's not the Universe this time, is it? It's a different god, some cruel other deity imprisoning everyone here, and unlike the Universe it's apparently tangible and within reach. Heimr had told them of the temple deep in the woods where their tormentor resides. The one "cookie" lady had said it could be killed. So what are they waiting for?
The rain is still coming down hard when Siffrin comes downstairs to the lobby of the inn, wrapped in the cloak of night Heimr and recommended with the golden glasses hooked in its collar. Hopefully someone will stop him, because he's heading straight for the door, and his expression is....unsettling. Cold. He looks like he's out for blood, honestly.]
wildcard.
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[It's kind of a relief to see some stars here. There're unfamiliar ones, but they're a comforting sight all the same, and the black expanse of sky dotted with those few tiny lights is a lot less harsh on his eye then all the colors everywhere. It's nice. Until the weirdo in the well summons down a sudden rainstorm, hiding the stars behind the cloud and ruining Siffrin's stargazing with a sudden downpour. He is truly the Universe's favorite punching bag.
Soon after the rainstorm begins, Siffrin staggers back into the inn, absolutely drenched. He leaves a trail of puddles, grumbling as he strips off his cloak and wrings it out and then settling down by the fire in the lobby to dry off. It's not like he has any alternate outfits to change into.]
ii. property damage
[It's bad enough he's been feeling especially terrible since getting that stupid bag of rocks, but now he can't even sleep. It's like someone snuck in and Crafted all the furniture to dance around as a prank. The photo is the last straw. He just got it from the trading post, and they even put it in a nice frame for him, and he'd set it up on the nightstand in his room (after having a private little emotional breakdown over it, of course). But the nightstand decided to join in on the furniture dance party, sending the frame toppling to the ground and cracking the glass.
The photo itself is fine, at least, but Siffrin's nerves are shot and he just can't take this shit any more. He lashes out, smashing a fist straight through the top of the nightstand and caving it in with a great bang and the sound of splitting wood.
There's a moment of silence, Siffrin breathing heavily. And then before he can properly calm himself, the broken pieces of the nightstand hop right back up and begin smacking him with their jagged, splintery edges. He shrieks in frustration and grabs at whatever pieces of it he can to shatter them further, destroy every goddamn piece of this fucking thing and any other piece of furniture that decides to test him right now–
It's noisy as hell. Whether you're a passerby who's concerned about all the screaming and banging around, or just someone else staying in the inn struggling to sleep through this racket, well...the door is unlocked, at least?]
iii. into the woods
[Siffrin hits a breaking point.
They can hardly be blamed. All this fresh new bullshit going on is just salt in the raw, gaping wound of they don't want to be here. It'd be fine if the Universe had at least deigned to bring their friends along too – they'd be happy anywhere, on any adventure, as long as they were together – but no. It's like Siffrin is doomed to always be alone, denied that little bit of happiness they'd found with the people they called family.
But it's not the Universe this time, is it? It's a different god, some cruel other deity imprisoning everyone here, and unlike the Universe it's apparently tangible and within reach. Heimr had told them of the temple deep in the woods where their tormentor resides. The one "cookie" lady had said it could be killed. So what are they waiting for?
The rain is still coming down hard when Siffrin comes downstairs to the lobby of the inn, wrapped in the cloak of night Heimr and recommended with the golden glasses hooked in its collar. Hopefully someone will stop him, because he's heading straight for the door, and his expression is....unsettling. Cold. He looks like he's out for blood, honestly.]
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