PLAYER PLOT: Enfenim

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel, Sina, Cyril, Beleth, Sorrel, Myr, Saoirse, side of Anders and Alistair
WHAT: A demon has trapped Pel in the Fade.
WHEN: Forward-Dated to 25 Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, the Fade
NOTES: Trigger warning bonanza for insects, body horror, corpses, dismemberment/maiming, death, illness, drowning, blood + will update if any more happen.

What am I to do with all of these dolls?
They've covered the floors, they've covered the walls.
They're stacked up chin-high all over the floor,
But my greedy child is screaming for more...

Comments

[eolasemah]

Sina's other hand grips Myr's wrist and gives him a tug, accompanied by a quiet giggle that echoes through the depths around them.
And just like that, it's not depths anymore, but sky. The two are floating gently, neither flying nor falling, the faint humidity and calm, nighttime darkness suggesting that it isn't simply an empty void.
"What are you doing here?" Sina asks, the verdant green glow shimmering as she speaks, reflecting gently in the puff of the clouds that float around them. She laughs again, a pleased sound. "Is this yours?"

[faithlikeaseed]

The transition's so quick he's barely got time to register it, eyes wide and nickel-bright with surprise in the darkness. (He can't help himself, reaching out to touch the clouds with curious fingers. It's been a long time since he's had a flying dream--floating dream--instead of a falling one.) "No, it's Pel's--I think," he answers at last, carding his sodden bangs out of his face and looking at her sidelong. (The glow's unsettling. Everything about this is unsettling. But it's the only chance he'll ever have to see her.)

"She wouldn't wake up--so we came in after her. There's a demon--" An involuntary shudder interrupts him; close, Myrobalan, too close to making another bad decision. Maker be praised for small mercies. "--holding her, we think, and that's what caught me. You haven't seen--anyone else, have you?"

[mythalenaste]

The low hum of bees begins in the tone of a weepy and petulant child, but the bees cannot be seen.

Noooooo, that isn't fair! You're not supposed to be here, Sina-doll! You're just the skin the snake shed!

A projectile flies at the glowing Fade-form of Sina, a hundred or more bees aimed at her head.

[eolasemah]

There are no bees at all, as far as Sina's concerned. She's swept up by a sudden gust of snow, which dances around her in a wind that billows her hair and the skirt of her shift. She's amused by it, and for the briefest moment-- maybe he didn't really see it?-- the glowing creature becomes a sandy-haired girl in a nightgown, who's gone as quickly as she came when the luminescent green eyes meet Myr's again. "Pel's calling," she announces, and just like that, it's all gone.