WEEK 5: CYOA (CLEMENTINE, LUP, JEANNE, ALPHINAUD)

[retellers]

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[arcsplainist]

[ Here he is!! First he addresse the servant. ]

Mind us not; you may return to your duties.

[ And he'll tug Lup away from any overhearers. ]

Nowhere in sight, but I did find the book he sought after. [ He'll lift it for her to see. ] Tell me you're thinking what I am upon seeing this.

[evocationary]

[ she follows easily enough, pushing her hair back out of her face. ]

Strange creature from... oh, do you think this is about the, uh, the monster? The nova eating thing. [ ... ] Shit, who do you think the king is, then?

[arcsplainist]

I cannot say. 'Twould appear he had torn through an array of books regarding other supernatural beings ere he found this one. After this speak of curses, I am inclined to believe the king has been pursuing something he... well, should not.

[ dark magic!!!!!!! yaaaay ]

[evocationary]

Great! Fantastic. That's always what I like to hear, dudes in power just really digging their hands into the supernatural. Always goes well.

Do we know where they went at all? We're probably going to need to stop them from - uh. Resetting us.

Fuck.

[arcsplainist]

Nary a sight of him has been caught, by the sounds of it. If he is not around this level, nor the ones above...

[ Alphinaud cants his head toward one of the doors he peeked through earlier. ]

... There are more stairs going down.

[evocationary]

I guess we can try that. [ she glances across the room. ]

Down to the dungeons, then?

[arcsplainist]

Aye. Let us away.

[ Going to those stairs now!! ]

[retellers]

[ Down the stairs!!

It's a lot of stairs, but as they go down, they'll notice a strange smell that's hard to place become stronger and stronger. I

[evocationary]

What... is that smell?

[ good smell? bad smell? either way, she's not sure she likes it. ]

[arcsplainist]

... Eugh.

[ It's strong enough to bother him. Alphinaud lifts his free arm to cover his nose and mouth with the loose fabric of his sleeves. ]

'Tis unpleasant, what ever it may be.

[retellers]

[ It only gets worse as they descend, to the point that if they leave, the smell is going to be stuck in their nostrils.

But they eventually reach a stone door at the bottom, and it's evident that the smell is coming from whatever is on the other side. It may take some pushing due to its weight, but the door is openable. ]

[evocationary]

[ she also brings her hand up to cover her nose, but she doesn't have sleeves, so she just suffers. ]

... Almost, uh, don't want to look on the other side, but. [ she gestures at the door, and goes to push it. two noodley elves try to open a door. ]

[arcsplainist]

Nor do I. [ His voice is muffled from how hard he presses his sleeve against his face, but the disgust is clear as can be. ] Unfortunately...

[ Much as he dreads to find out what is emitting such a foul stench, Alphinaud steps up to help her shove the door open. Noodle elf powers, activate... ]

[retellers]

[ The door is slowly pushed open with their combined noodle efforts.

There are... a lot of meat. Just rotting on the ground. It's piles and piles of rotting meat, except even with that, the smell still doesn't seem quite like just rotting meat? Weird.

There's also something shuffling slightly in the corner. ]

[evocationary]

[ ???

why is there meat.

she holds onto her sword... and scoots closer into the room, standing in front of alphinaud. what is the shuffling thing. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Lup may notice the scuttling thing, but Alphinaud doesn't, too distracted by both the sight and the smell being revolting enough that he has to take a step back, suppressing a strangled noise. Pray for his stomach. ]

By the Twelve... It is absolutely rancid.

[retellers]

[ Lup will be able to tell that it seems to be some sort of creature with greenish white pale skin and a very large head, just scuttling around. It seems to be poking some of the rotting meat. ]

[evocationary]

[ oh, gross. ]

Uh - I am willing to bet... that is not the king. [ lup says, taking a step back towards the stairs. ]

[arcsplainist]

I... I hope not.

[ Gods. Gods. ]

... It is not hostile, is it?

[retellers]

[ The creature pauses it's rustling, and slowly turns towards them. It doesn't have a face, but they will get a feeling that it's staring straight at them. ]

[evocationary]

[ AAAAAAAA

lup immediately takes another step back. but her curiosity... ]

Hey! Are you - what are you?

[arcsplainist]

[ aaaaaa ]

Can it even answer us, Ruby?

[retellers]

[ It cannot answer, but it takes a step closer. And then another. And another.

And then, with the third step, it... suddenly looks like a normal, teenage girl? She smiles. ]

Or, sorry. I got lost!

[evocationary]

[ EXCUSE ]

... You... got lost. [ she does not take her hand off her sword. she glances back at alphinaud, totally unnerved. ] Answer my question, Sméagol, who or what are you?

[arcsplainist]

[ what the f- ]

... Yes, who?