Event || A History of Light and Darkness

[eternitymods]

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.

Comments

[modelcivilian]

[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.

[garyoutensei]

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. ]

[neverbeamemory]

[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.]

[modelcivilian]

[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.]