melodiesofeternity | Event || A History of Light and Darkness

Event || A History of Light and Darkness

Who: Brave Explorers and/or Those Poor Souls Being Dragged Along by Friends
When: Oct 15-30th
Where: Thilmit Border Post, inside the Old Heranean Doll Museum
What: The Heroes of Light received a strange letter, and are now being asked to investigate the strange occurrences at the old doll museum.
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post Warnings for Spookiness, Creepy Dolls. Post toplevels for each group. Please post warnings as needed for memory fragments and exploration. For random numbers, use the dice functions on Plurk or Discord.

The Old Heranean Doll Museum is a small building, but somehow the dark, dusty windows and poorly maintained roof give it a menacing feel as you approach. The sign says, "OPEN"...although, as you approached, you think it might have been turned to "CLOSED".

The door creaks as it swings open, though there is no one from the museum to greet you as you enter. A cold breeze blows in behind you, sapping any lingering warmth in the room. The building is dark, and cobwebs are starting to form in the corners of the lobby and on the velvet rope stanchions that guide the flow of traffic in and out. Out of a shadowy corner, a large centipede skitters across the floor and into a crack low on the wall.

At the reception desk, one of the antique dolls sits, unmoving, unblinking. That goes without saying. Its eyes do not follow you as you enter.... The hairs prickling up on the back of your neck are just coincidence, that's all.

There is another doll perched on the wooden brochure display stand near the door. It's strange that the curator leaves the display pieces out where visitors can touch them....

As you enter, you hear something whistling through the air toward you a moment before it makes a impact. A tiny pebble, too small to do any damage other than a brief stinging. During this moment of distraction, the door slams and locks.

When you look at the spots where the dolls were perched a moment ago, there is now just empty space. There is movement in the shadows, and the nearly imperceptible sound of tiny shapes creeping around.

As you move past the lobby into the exhibits, a sign above the entryway declares:

Welcome to the Old Heranean Doll Museum. We hope you enjoy our historic Heroes of Light displays.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[At the very least it might be something to inspect later, even if the relevance wasn't entirely obvious. As it is Sephiroth didn't really see any reason to stay in the same room for very much longer. Reading and re-reading plaques wasn't going to find them a way out of here.

In the few seconds that he'd entered the room after Baiken, Sephiroth had only just about managed to take his first quick glance around -enough to tell this was some sort of a workshop- before something appears in the room. The nebula that appears looks familiar-

On the next breath, Sephiroth feels the sour taste of the miasma fill him up and he hacks uncontrollably, reaching out for the nearest edge of a table to hold onto. The consistent deep coughing soon bringing tears to his eyes as he tries to stay standing.]

[Following up after Baiken and Sephiroth, Adrien winced and for a second, choked, coughing a moment after his body realized that yeah, they were currently in a cloud of poison. Worse, he looked back at the door to the previous room only to have it slam in his face.]

[Not good.]

I-Is there an exit nearby??

[ Baiken's right shoulder seemed to twitch before a steel fan shot out from beneath the otherwise empty sleeve, spinning rapidly to try and clear the air some. It was normally meant to be used as a weapon, but it wasn't like she had much choice, but with no real ventilation, there wasn't much elsewhere for the miasma to *go*. It could only buy them a few precious moments. ]

I'll keep the miasma away, someone find a damn door we can open!

[The deep-hacking cough the miasma causes in Sephiroth just carries on and on. In what seems no time at all he's struggling for breath in spite of himself, his hand following the edge of the nearest workbench as if it's helping to pull himself along, his eyes squinting to see around himself even as wetness pours from the corners.

Thankfully, it just so happens his path has wound him closer to Baiken as she manages to at least generate a small pocket of not-so thick air around where the steel fan rotates. The silver haired man lowers himself to a crouch for a few moments, forcing control over his own breathing so to at least get a few gulps of less contagious air.]

-what is this?

[A question to no one in particular, as clearly neither one of them has any idea. From his position however he glances back towards where the nebula formed and then up and towards the ceiling. It's a workshop, right...]

There must-[Breathe in, breathe out.] -be some sort of ventilation. Somewhere.

[As the only door he's seen so far, is the one they came into this room from...]

[This wasn't good. If they got incapacitated in this room, would anyone eventually find them? Or would they just...?]

[Coughing and shaking his head again, he takes out his iMog and switches his Asterisk. Sure, being a Ninja doesn't provide any additional defenses against the miasma, but it gave him speed.]

I-I'm going in! Keep the fan going!

[Taking a deep breath of what clear air Baiken has created, Adrien bolts out into the cloud surrounding them to locate anything that might air out the room or just lead them to the next one.]

Hurry up kid! I can't keep this up for long! [ The fan moved on its own, but it had a fuel source, and it'd drain pretty quickly if she had to plant herself there for any more of a stretch. She wasn't about to die in some creepy doll shop, so if all else failed, she'd pull out the Yashagatana and start blasting at the walls. ]

[Much later than he'd like, Sephiroth finally gets a handle on his breathing. Returning the thudding in his chest steadily back down to it's base level, yet hoping that the accompanying adrenal response soon also recedes; he really could do with being able to think beyond the real possibility of suffocating in this room. Damn all this physical limitation, these too-human parameters he's existing in-

Sephiroth follows Adrien's path the best he can and himself looks back to the door they entered through and which slammed shut. Surely it can't be locked, right? Even if it was, between the three of them they should be able to smash their way through; maybe eventually get back to a corridor...]

I'm heading back to the door!

[He raises his voice, tone cracked from the coughing, only so that Adrien can hear him on the chance there isn't another door other than the obvious. A few more, deeper breaths and Sephiroth edges towards the outside of their 'safe' area; crouching low and preparing to shoulder barge the closed door should Adrien indicate he's not found anything on the other end of the room.]

[He knows he makes some bad decisions sometimes, but this one might top them. Besides holding Asterisks, he doesn't have anything on him to thwart the poison until their out. And if he finds the door, he can't call back to the others - not without breathing more in. That would be the one decision he doesn't make.]

[Fingers brushing over workbenches, tools, and diagrams he can't waste time trying to read, he reaches the wall eventually. He hears Sephiroth saying he's going back to the door they came in. But there has to be one forward - there just has to...!]

[He rattles the door a few times, trying to push it open, but it's not giving away that easy. Still, he found a door at all. And in a flash step, he returns back to the 'safe' area, coughing.]

Found it...! We might have to try breaking it down.

On it. [ Baiken growled, the fan retreating back into her sleeve as she traced her sights to where Adrien had just been moments ago, holding her breath as her shoulder twitched again, this time a large cannon popping out. Just how the hell did she hide all of those in there?

Either way, she fired off Yashagatana, blasting at the door itself, not really caring that literally shooting a cannon at the door was probably itself a terrible idea. ]

[He'd been so ready to just hold his breath and go, that when suddenly Adrien is back with them in the tiny pocket of not-so thick air, Sephiroth almost has to force himself to uncoil all of the strength and focus he'd been keeping like a tight spring. Turning in his crouch a little back towards the other two and trying to squint as to see through where Adrien might have come from.

At least he saw the fan slipping away, managing to take a final gulp of air in before it vanishes completely. Not expecting at all for such another piece of weaponry to seemingly pop out of Baiken's shoulder. He didn't need to hang around to know what was to be attempted next.

Sephiroth holds his breath, turns his focus entirely towards tracing the path Adrien must have made towards the other door. Each step though draws a tighter and tighter feeling in his chest; perhaps the cannon would at least do a significant amount of damage to the door before he gets there.

He splutters just as he gets within reach of the mentioned door and immediately wishes he hadn't. The foul taste of the miasma fills him up quickly again as if it were just waiting for him to fail; Sephiroth closes his mind against his physical body continuing to cough deeply and finds the handle, rapidly twisting it any which-way, and smashing the side of his frame, shoulder armor-first, against where should logically be the weak point.

Each shove is getting weaker though- it's really got to give, soon.]

[With the two attacks launched at the door and Sephiroth continuing to push at it, the door would definitely have to yield to them soon. Feeling like he caught enough of his own breath, Adrien attempts to take another gulp of air and darts back into the miasma. Charging, he aims for the door to help give that last bit of force to knock it open by slamming his whole body into it side first.]

[And though he falls over himself with the door breaking off the frame, at least their exit was open.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Event || A History of Light and Darkness

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject