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thefoundation2020-04-26 03:07 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2020-04-26 03:07 pm
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RECORDING 7: THE THIRD WEEK.
A third week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. The final week completely covered by everyone's rations, though with proper meting out, you'll be able to make it stretch until after week 4. It seems as if everyone will have to go without a few meals here and there..
To make things worse, when you wake up - it's clear the Miasma has gotten thicker. Everyone, save those still protected either by their powers or items they brought with them, is now even more deeply affected by the curse. Arguments will be flaring up more, along with negative thoughts and feelings...and even more worrying Is that any magic that touches the house itself will corrode over time. If a barrier is put in place and touches the floor, walls, or ceiling, in half a day it will be completely consumed by the miasma and fizzle out. Spells or seals will also corrode, and even personal healing abilities have been halved.
The Temperature has dropped, just a bit - down to the mid to low 60's. Strange, isn't it? As before,the rooms have changed, so hopefully you kept anything essential in the static area.
25 of your number still remain.
...What new horrors await you this week?
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[With the lights down, and the candle held just in front of him...he stares directly at the mirror, taking a deep breath...and begins to chant.]
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary...
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Yachi - and Rosa just outside - will begin to smell it. The pungent smell of blood. A single drop of blood plaps onto Yachi's notebook - crawling, almost wriggling lines of that crimson liquid grow on the ceiling, spreading slowly to the walls, which then seem to leak with blood that feels alive, as if it could reach out and tear someone to bits for the sin of gazing upon it.
A face appears in the mirror, replacing Battler's - though he makes no indication of seeing the beautiful woman there, gazing out at him as if she were making a decision. Then, with a laugh, she lifts her arms and reaches forward, crossing over from the mirror into the real world -
Her arms are horrifying, skeletal with dessicated, dried flesh still hanging on...her hands have been elongated into tapered points with hooks on the end, meant for rending flesh - and her face...as if one stared into the face of the goddess of the dead, one side still beautiful, with the other rotting, only a gaping eyesocket and exposed bone as dead, scraggly hair clings to the remnants of her body...!
The blood on the walls also moves forward, towards Battler, as Mary suddenly shrieks.
What is Yachi going to do? ]
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She sees somebody in trouble, somebody about to be hurt in front of her and she's moving before she knows what she's going to do, slapping down hard on Battler's wrist to send the cup to the floor. The candle drops, the light goes out, she shoves him hard, to the floor—she hears a worrying thunk on his way down, but she'll take him bumped over brutalized, any day—
And a tarp straight out of any shed flutters down over him, protecting Battler from those hooks.
Her voice screams out in the dark.]
Rosa—!
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She shoves it open, then clears out enough to give them a passage out... or at least tries to.]
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CALLY ROLL: 2 (NEAR-CRITFAIL)
The Candle drops and goes out, There's a loud thunk as Yachi shoves Battler out of the way - and through all of this, Mary goes silent, completely confused by her prey suddenly vanishing due to a tarp of all things.
Yet, the final step to to desummon Mary was not taken - the dark is still her domain, and Rosa opening the door and standing, however briefly in the darkness, IS A PERFECT TARGET...!
SUCCEED TO SURVIVE AGAINST ATTACK: 10 OR HIGHER
CALLY ROLL: 5
One of those whiplike hands lash out -
and Rosa might feel a pain in her throat, as blood begins to drip onto the front of her chest.
Her blood.
Mary has just slit her throat.
And with the toll paid, Mary cackles and vanishes back into the mirror...]
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A gross feeling of wetness.
A heavy stain on her clothes...
And then her strength disappears and she starts to fall forward, hands around her neck.]
Aaackucghkublughgghghhhh... ghh...
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[The tarp is gone and Hitoka is left, scrambling forth on hands and knees to the door, tearing her shirt off over her head as she skids to Rosa, bunching up the cloth and moving it to staunch the blood flow.
She screams again, louder, desperate, left in her camisole and shaking like a leaf, applying pressure—]
WE NEED A HEALER!! NOW!
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She immediately dashes to Rosa's side - she doesn't have the range from before, but--]
Heal!
[Desperation creeps into her voice, and if it doesn't look like it's enough, she casts it again, and again...]
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But there's that big gash in the front of her throat. That's too big to have a band-aid slapped on it and then walked off. It's red, and oozing and right along her neck]
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Dammit... what did you guys do?
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[She sucks in a hitching breath.]
R-Rosa go-got the door open. She saved us.
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Rosa might remember it but more than that she's staring, eyes in glassy but in aware horror as she sees Romani hovering over her, what he's bringing to her throat...
Then, the pain of it entering her skin...]
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[Her voice is raised for once as she looks over at Yachi.]
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[She stands on unsteady legs, leaving her bloody shirt behind on the floor, to hit the lights and get a better look at poor battler.]
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Looks like the hit knocked him out and tore open a minor gash on his scalp.]
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[ yes, romani actually sounds frustrated at yachi, looking up from treating rosa to a point where she isn’t exactly bleeding to death. with the veins ligated, he’ll be stitching up the gash. ]
Marona, I know it’s too much to ask, but please heal Battler if you can.
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[She rakes a hand through her bangs, leaning shakily against the wall.]
I could—I could've stayed over him, for... for half an hour, but that's it. I—I don't know how to b-banish things like th-that...!
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[So they know. But she does get up and move to Battler, gathering up the last of her power to cast one last mega heal - reduced to merely a heal.
She's done for today.]
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After the heal is done - he groans, eyes fluttering open.]
...Huh....what...? What - happened - w-why am I...in a bathroom...? Agh, my head...
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[Her lips twitch, eyes watching Romani's expression... it's more apparent than the words being said, with the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
She doesn't know what's happening but she knows it's bad. The pain in her throat that intensifies with every breath...]
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instead, he’ll reach for his second to last sedative, injecting it into rosa’s arm.
he looks up to where marona’s doing her heal, his gaze focused. ]
If you can, please take him away to his room, Marona. I’ll...deal with Rosa. [ and then yachi. ] What will you do, Yachi?
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[She rakes her hand through her hair, making a mental list.
She's still shaking, faintly.]
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out.]
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Though as he's carried, he sees Rosa on the floor, Romani working on her, and the blood -]
...Aunt....Rosa....
[Maybe it's because of the concussion, but he doesn't cry.
Or maybe it's just because it's a scene he's seen countless times - her lying on the floor, covered in blood.
He's helpless, anyway. Helpless...and ultimately -
'This....is my fault......isn't it...?']
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