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[ You find yourself in a square, drab room. The walls are a dingy-looking taupe, the carpet is an indeterminate brownish color, worn thin and packed down from time and many feet. There are a few couches, chairs, and tables scattered around, as threadbare and dingy as everything else in the room, and an old jukebox in the corner that doesn't seem to have any power. The two windows to your left are both boarded up, letting only cracks of light in to compete with the flickering overhead lights. There are two large stains of what look like blood in the middle of the room, and they don’t seem very old, because you can smell a hint of iron in the air underneath the stronger scents of smoke, vomit, and stale beer.
Ahead of you is the only exit, a stairwell going up, and an intercom next to the stairs.
The stairs are blocked by a teenage girl with olive-brown skin, sharply pointed ears, and glossy golden hair. Her neon apple-green eyes watch you suspiciously from her perch a few steps up from the bottom of the staircase, and the bullet wounds in her stomach bleed sluggishly, staining the fabric of her tight t-shirt. Despite her heavy makeup and rat’s nest of hair, she doesn't look a day over fourteen. ]
Ahead of you is the only exit, a stairwell going up, and an intercom next to the stairs.
The stairs are blocked by a teenage girl with olive-brown skin, sharply pointed ears, and glossy golden hair. Her neon apple-green eyes watch you suspiciously from her perch a few steps up from the bottom of the staircase, and the bullet wounds in her stomach bleed sluggishly, staining the fabric of her tight t-shirt. Despite her heavy makeup and rat’s nest of hair, she doesn't look a day over fourteen. ]
Edited 2015-02-21 00:54 (UTC)
[ You find yourself in the main living area of Amethyst's treehouse, simple amethyst-colored curtains completely covering the windows, obscuring any potential view outside. The open floor plan includes the kitchen and a general living room type area. The kitchen is simple, with an automatic stove and large oven, wooden cabinets, and basic linoleum flooring. A vase with wilting flowers sits on the counter, along with an empty tea kettle. The large table and seven chairs are nearby, an unlit three-candle candelabra sitting on the table.
The closer half of the room has a large fireplace, unlit but built, with logs on the fire and paper tinder underneath. The paper looks like it's been pulled from a journal that's lying open on the hearth. A large couch sits in front of the fireplace, and bookshelves line a section of one of the curved walls.
A chest and a packed back sit near the door.
The room is dimly lit only from weak light filtering in through the curtains, and there's a distinct feeling that this room belongs to someone who expects to leave at a moment's notice. ]
The closer half of the room has a large fireplace, unlit but built, with logs on the fire and paper tinder underneath. The paper looks like it's been pulled from a journal that's lying open on the hearth. A large couch sits in front of the fireplace, and bookshelves line a section of one of the curved walls.
A chest and a packed back sit near the door.
The room is dimly lit only from weak light filtering in through the curtains, and there's a distinct feeling that this room belongs to someone who expects to leave at a moment's notice. ]
[ The door opens on the main room of a basic apartment's living area.
Ahead of you is the living room. There's a table and chairs, an old television, a worn sofa, and a coffee table with two framed photographs laying face-down on its surface. A girl sits on the sofa, her arms wrapped around herself as she stares at nothing. She has brown hair and blue-grey eyes, and somehow manages to seem to be both 2 years and 16 years old. She doesn't react to your entrance.
To your left is the kitchen, which is clean. The coffee pot is full and hot, spreading the scent of coffee through the room. An answering machine with a blinking message light sits on the counter.
Two doors (other than the one you entered by) lead out of the apartment, one on the left and one on the right of the entrance. A litterbox sits in a corner of the living room, but there is no sign of a cat. ]
Ahead of you is the living room. There's a table and chairs, an old television, a worn sofa, and a coffee table with two framed photographs laying face-down on its surface. A girl sits on the sofa, her arms wrapped around herself as she stares at nothing. She has brown hair and blue-grey eyes, and somehow manages to seem to be both 2 years and 16 years old. She doesn't react to your entrance.
To your left is the kitchen, which is clean. The coffee pot is full and hot, spreading the scent of coffee through the room. An answering machine with a blinking message light sits on the counter.
Two doors (other than the one you entered by) lead out of the apartment, one on the left and one on the right of the entrance. A litterbox sits in a corner of the living room, but there is no sign of a cat. ]
[ You step into a wide room, dimly lit by candles and a few scattered torches. The patches of wall and floor that you can see are a strange melded mix of stone and different types of wood, as if multiple rooms had melted together and reformed into one. It's reminiscent of a Great Hall from a castle. There are windows on either side of the hall, all shuttered, and you can see signs of cobwebs and dust all around.
On the far side of the room are three thrones, the one on the right-hand side occupied by a man you can't quite see clearly, and there is an archway of an exit off to the side of the thrones. Near you is an area that's been screened off with a wooden privacy screen. There is a long table of various food and drink along one wall.
And in the center of the hall, in a solitary sunbeam that snuck through a crack in a shutter, a sheathed sword lies on the floor. ]
On the far side of the room are three thrones, the one on the right-hand side occupied by a man you can't quite see clearly, and there is an archway of an exit off to the side of the thrones. Near you is an area that's been screened off with a wooden privacy screen. There is a long table of various food and drink along one wall.
And in the center of the hall, in a solitary sunbeam that snuck through a crack in a shutter, a sheathed sword lies on the floor. ]
[ You pass out of the arch and into sunlight, and find yourself in a garden of roses. They are beautiful and perfect, blooming in pink and red and white, but there is no scent in the air that you would expect with so many flowers.
Closer inspection reveals that the rose bushes are made entirely of glass, stained an appropriate color but completely scentless.
The garden has a few little paths weaving through the bushes, and scattered benches here and there. On the other side of the garden, you can see a steep moon bridge passing through tree branches to an unseen other side.
A woman who bears a striking resemblance to Lucky sits on one of the benches - her bench is completely surrounded by the glass rose bushes. ]
Closer inspection reveals that the rose bushes are made entirely of glass, stained an appropriate color but completely scentless.
The garden has a few little paths weaving through the bushes, and scattered benches here and there. On the other side of the garden, you can see a steep moon bridge passing through tree branches to an unseen other side.
A woman who bears a striking resemblance to Lucky sits on one of the benches - her bench is completely surrounded by the glass rose bushes. ]
[ On the other side of the bridge is a small green lawn sloping down to a shallow pond, bordered by shrubs and trees, with a large willow tree near the bank.
On the other side of the pond, you can see a garden stretching out into the distance. There does not seem to be a way to reach the garden.
The pond looks as though it's meant to house fish, but there is only one fish visible, an amethyst purple koi swimming through the reeds near the shore.
A simple silver knife lays on the bank, catching the light and flashing brightly. ]
On the other side of the pond, you can see a garden stretching out into the distance. There does not seem to be a way to reach the garden.
The pond looks as though it's meant to house fish, but there is only one fish visible, an amethyst purple koi swimming through the reeds near the shore.
A simple silver knife lays on the bank, catching the light and flashing brightly. ]
Edited 2015-02-21 00:58 (UTC)
[ The pond is significantly deeper than it appeared from the surface, and you sink down steadily for a good five or six seconds before you see anything other than dim greenish-blue light. While you and your clothes react as though you're underwater, you can breathe easily, and do not seem to actually be wet.
After a few seconds of sinking, you pass through a large school of koi, circling slowly. Your feet touch softly on the sand at the bottom of the pond, and indeed it seems much more like you're in an ocean than a pond.
There's a rocky face nearby, a cave entrance set low in it. There is a low light coming from the cave.
Most of the large school of koi are normal orange, white, and black colorings, but the amethyst koi from the surface can be seen swimming among them. ]
After a few seconds of sinking, you pass through a large school of koi, circling slowly. Your feet touch softly on the sand at the bottom of the pond, and indeed it seems much more like you're in an ocean than a pond.
There's a rocky face nearby, a cave entrance set low in it. There is a low light coming from the cave.
Most of the large school of koi are normal orange, white, and black colorings, but the amethyst koi from the surface can be seen swimming among them. ]
[This was CLEARLY THE BEST TIME to come back from a personanapping. Oh well, at least I have a cool little steampunk bird.]
[But WHY INJURED TINY? D=]
[Hurrying over.] Hey, are you okay? Can I see your injuries? [It's heart metaphor, don't just auto heal, you don't know what it means yet.]
[But WHY INJURED TINY? D=]
[Hurrying over.] Hey, are you okay? Can I see your injuries? [It's heart metaphor, don't just auto heal, you don't know what it means yet.]
[ Immediately running to the girl ]
Ahh, that looks bad!
Ahh, that looks bad!
[ WHAT'S GOING ON. WHAT'S GOING ON. This is not what idols know. ]
Hello~?
Hello~?
[ her face softens a bit as she takes in Rider, as if she recognizes him, and she shrugs ]
Whatever. It's fine.
[She stands up and trots the two stairs down to ground level, though, so Rider can see them if he likes]
You're lucky, she doesn't like everyone.
[The second voice is young, coming from a little girl of about 11 with blonde hair and freckles, barefoot and wearing a nightgown. Was she behind you before? ]
Whatever. It's fine.
[She stands up and trots the two stairs down to ground level, though, so Rider can see them if he likes]
You're lucky, she doesn't like everyone.
[The second voice is young, coming from a little girl of about 11 with blonde hair and freckles, barefoot and wearing a nightgown. Was she behind you before? ]
[Well everything else in the room is forgotten about by the time she gets to bleeding girl.]
Hey, I... can I help you get to a healer? I don't think my bandages are going to be much good, but bleeding out is even worse.
Hey, I... can I help you get to a healer? I don't think my bandages are going to be much good, but bleeding out is even worse.
[ She says nothing, though her scowl deepens, and there’s a rustling sound behind you. A young girl’s voice says ]
I’d be careful how you approach her, if I were you.
[ The girl who appeared behind you has blonde hair and freckles. She looks to be about 11, barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She is completely out of place and doesn’t look the slightest bit like she minds. ]
I’d be careful how you approach her, if I were you.
[ The girl who appeared behind you has blonde hair and freckles. She looks to be about 11, barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She is completely out of place and doesn’t look the slightest bit like she minds. ]
[Oh wow, so many tinies.]
Uh. Well. I do seem to have that kind of luck. [With the people who don't like people liking me. Mostly dragons and a few psychos.]
[Okay, injured teen first, then blondie. Kneeling down and lifting her shirt enough to see the injury.] Why are you hurt?
Uh. Well. I do seem to have that kind of luck. [With the people who don't like people liking me. Mostly dragons and a few psychos.]
[Okay, injured teen first, then blondie. Kneeling down and lifting her shirt enough to see the injury.] Why are you hurt?
[ The girl on the stairs doesn't respond, except to scowl deeper.
There's a rustling next to you, and there's suddenly a little girl there. She looks to be about 11, with blonde hair and freckles, and she's barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She doesn't seem to belong here, but isn't bothered in the least. ]
She's a little grumpy. Sorry.
There's a rustling next to you, and there's suddenly a little girl there. She looks to be about 11, with blonde hair and freckles, and she's barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She doesn't seem to belong here, but isn't bothered in the least. ]
She's a little grumpy. Sorry.
[ She says nothing, though her scowl deepens, and there’s a rustling sound behind you. A young girl’s voice says ]
She's been bleeding for a long time.
[ The girl who appeared behind you has blonde hair and freckles. She looks to be about 11, barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She is completely out of place and doesn’t look the slightest bit like she minds. ]
She's been bleeding for a long time.
[ The girl who appeared behind you has blonde hair and freckles. She looks to be about 11, barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She is completely out of place and doesn’t look the slightest bit like she minds. ]
I died.
[ It's casually thrown out there, as if it doesn't matter, but she doesn't look at him when she says it. ]
Devin was gonna shoot her. I had to try to stop him. He didn't like that very much.
[ It's casually thrown out there, as if it doesn't matter, but she doesn't look at him when she says it. ]
Devin was gonna shoot her. I had to try to stop him. He didn't like that very much.
[Turns to face the new girl.]
That doesn't mean she has to keep bleeding. I can help a little even if I can't heal it completely.
That doesn't mean she has to keep bleeding. I can help a little even if I can't heal it completely.
Shoot her? [Looks over at the tiny blonde and then back at bleeding tiny.] You mean her?
So this was an injury to protect someone?
So this was an injury to protect someone?
[ The little girl nods ]
That's good. You'll have to convince her it's a good idea, though.
That's good. You'll have to convince her it's a good idea, though.
[ The teenager snorts ]
She [ points to the blonde girl ] is just a will-o-wisp. Whatever. I had to protect my hero.
[ the blonde girl doesn't respond to the tone ]
I'm here to help you, not her, as much as I can. There are rules, but... if you want me to. I can keep you from getting lost.
She [ points to the blonde girl ] is just a will-o-wisp. Whatever. I had to protect my hero.
[ the blonde girl doesn't respond to the tone ]
I'm here to help you, not her, as much as I can. There are rules, but... if you want me to. I can keep you from getting lost.
Will-o-wisp....
[Looks at the blonde girl again and....okay, questions. Questions would be asked. He gives her a nod and looks at the injury again.]
I'm not surprised. You're that kind of person. I can fix up the injury, if you want.
[Looks at the blonde girl again and....okay, questions. Questions would be asked. He gives her a nod and looks at the injury again.]
I'm not surprised. You're that kind of person. I can fix up the injury, if you want.
Aren't you her friend? You should help her too.
[but turning to approach the bleeding girl more slowly.]
Please? I... sorry. I'm Karigan. I'm a knight in Aather and a Green Rider back home. I know how much an injury like that hurts. I really do want to help you.
[but turning to approach the bleeding girl more slowly.]
Please? I... sorry. I'm Karigan. I'm a knight in Aather and a Green Rider back home. I know how much an injury like that hurts. I really do want to help you.
[ the teenager hesitates, then nods ]
Yeah, I guess.
Yeah, I guess.
[He nods and oh look, get to used that healing magic, awww yeah.]
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