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sticksandbones2024-10-14 10:40 am
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MINI EVENT: GHOST RESCUE
A HEARTBEAT BENEATH THE STAIRS
As the season turns, and blood sinks into the ground of the Grove, as monsters with your face haunt the halls, waiting to pounce, something else is creeping into light. Distantly one might see a light in the forest at night, and the next it comes closer. And closer. Until in the treeline you can see it: a pitch black manor that looks as if it’s covered in ash. The trees act as its gates, rebuffing anyone who tries to investigate, and the air smells like rot. Something watches in the windows, but vanishes when you blink.
… But not even this dark manor can stand in the way of one very angry grandfather skeleton, who will, eventually, rattle his teeth and bones in a rallying cry and urge others to follow him, sword in hand. It’s time to storm the castle, and Mr. Bone-Jangles has had enough.
The air within the manor is frigid and biting, and the inside itself is as decrepit as you may expect. Lights and candles can light the way… but only for a few minutes. The wood creaks as if the building is breathing slowly, and sometimes you here a loud thum-thump, as if its unseen heart beats while you explore.
For an already imposing building, inside seems even larger and there’s almost no end in sight as it feels like the halls wind on forever and more and more rooms, from libraries to studies to bedrooms to- … is this room dedicated to WWE Wrestler Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson? … Needless to say, there’s a lot to work through, but Bone-Jangles urges you onward.
Wisps of color drift through. Are they your friends? Or something else?
… But not even this dark manor can stand in the way of one very angry grandfather skeleton, who will, eventually, rattle his teeth and bones in a rallying cry and urge others to follow him, sword in hand. It’s time to storm the castle, and Mr. Bone-Jangles has had enough.
The air within the manor is frigid and biting, and the inside itself is as decrepit as you may expect. Lights and candles can light the way… but only for a few minutes. The wood creaks as if the building is breathing slowly, and sometimes you here a loud thum-thump, as if its unseen heart beats while you explore.
For an already imposing building, inside seems even larger and there’s almost no end in sight as it feels like the halls wind on forever and more and more rooms, from libraries to studies to bedrooms to- … is this room dedicated to WWE Wrestler Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson? … Needless to say, there’s a lot to work through, but Bone-Jangles urges you onward.
Wisps of color drift through. Are they your friends? Or something else?
A NIGHTMARE ON YOUR LIPS
And to those who have been locked away for days, perhaps weeks, nothing in this house feels real. Is it a dream? Is it a nightmare? The mere mention of a potential addition from your lips manifests another new room within the manor, but you cannot touch anything. Light hurts and makes you dizzy, while the night is painfully cold. How long has it been? How long will it be?
The burst of life is- new. Exciting. Distantly, you know these people, but the urges of death are whimsical and cruel. Part of you wants to guide them to the attic, where your souls are chained in full to a portrait of you. Break those portraits, and you're free, coming back to life outside, which is what you want, isn't it? Another part of you wants to chase them out, how dare they intrude upon your afterlife? Another yet thinks it’s time to play, but no longer remembers what ‘play’ is- so surely they can dodge the plates and books, right? Right!
And another yet wants the intruders dead. And if not by your hands, then by the demons guarding this world alongside you.
The burst of life is- new. Exciting. Distantly, you know these people, but the urges of death are whimsical and cruel. Part of you wants to guide them to the attic, where your souls are chained in full to a portrait of you. Break those portraits, and you're free, coming back to life outside, which is what you want, isn't it? Another part of you wants to chase them out, how dare they intrude upon your afterlife? Another yet thinks it’s time to play, but no longer remembers what ‘play’ is- so surely they can dodge the plates and books, right? Right!
And another yet wants the intruders dead. And if not by your hands, then by the demons guarding this world alongside you.
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[ He had been sitting off to the side, being good and quiet and definitely not vibrating with nervous energy. He clambers to his feet now and quickly moves to look around for water. He knows a clinic would use sterile water, boiled or treated or something, and it takes him a moment to gather up enough and bring it over. He is very good at fetching. ]
Do... do you need a hand, or anythin'?
[ Not that it doesn't seem like Nervous Nelly doesn't have it under control now. Beat just doesn't like not being able to help someone he loves. ]
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[With careful hands he cleans some of his tools and gets back to work.]
...If you would like, take some of those cloths and help me keep him clean. He has bled quite a lot. [A pause.] B-But first, be sure to wash your hands.
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[ He was already reaching for Josh when Mayoi interrupts with the clean your hand stuff and he glances down to his hands. Monster physiology is so different that dirty hands isn't much of a worry and he still has to remind himself: Josh isn't a monster here.
Demi-God, sure, Monster, no.
So dutifully he moves back and quickly washes his hands - using soap! - and drying them thoroughly before coming back. But honestly, once he begins to clean Josh up, it's obvious he's done this before. And often. His movements are quick, precise, and light to reduce as much pain as possible.
Even if said patient is out cold... ]
So like, you a doctor??
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[But good, he sees him get to work also, and he works with a confidence his experience is immediately clear to him. This puts him slightly more at ease and he's able to work in peace.]
No.
[Which is sure an alarming thing to hear from the guy playing doctor??]
It is ...something I've picked up out of necessity. I was in a wretched place before this that often hurt those I cared about. I learned the best I could to look after them. I have ...I have also been hurt in a very similar way to this. [To Josh.] I-I am sorry I'm not someone more qualified.
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Listen, if he weren't outta it, he'd be like shit's aight, yo. We both been there, though he don't 'member it like I do. You do whatchu gotta. Cuz sometimes it's all you can.
[ Dirty clothes are set aside - Josh is going to whine about his shirt - and Beat sighs. Tosses dirty clothes to the side too when all they begin to do is make more of a mess. ]
Sounds like you was in the same hell we was, or least onna those like alternate universe ones. Torment, torture, an' you gotta grin an' bare it cuz the only other option is to go mad or turn evil to deal.
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Ah... yes. I-It sounds very similar. I ...I know that my situation isn't unique. It is ...disquieting that it seems to happen as often as it does. [He is very tired and would like to go home, even if its possible that will never happen.]
The place I was in was often likened to Hell. I-It may have been Hell, perhaps. We arrived on a train to a desolate empty village with few resources and harsh weather. From there, every step we took seemed to invoke the wrath of whatever was playing with us like toys.
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Ye... sounds like the peninsula. Though we was kinda lucky, I guess? There was ci...vi- liyation around still. Shit was stuck in time but we had anemones. [ Amenities. ] Every month though was somethin'. Things growin' in us, our worst fears come to life, sharin' the worst bits of our lives wid everyone.
[ He shakes his head a little, frowning thoughtfully. ]
Same shit, diff world in-fucking-deed, yo.