[How did Ris make it in here? Somehow. We'll deal with it with an NPC thread later, maybe. Or never. We'll see how that goes.
POINT IS, despite all signs pointing to it being a terrible idea, Ris has made her way into the Spirit Realm this month. And she can't explain what it is about the ruins that's calling her, but she follows that calling right up until she finds herself in what appears to be the ruins of...
Well, the first thing she finds is a bedroom, or at least something like it. Really, it's more like the size of a large closet, with a bed shoved up against one wall and a rack for clothes hung up on the other. The bed looks like it was at least made before whatever ruined this place came through, but it's dusty, and the clothing rack is pretty busted up, too.
Weirdly, a set of clothes hanging from the rack is in pretty good condition. There's also a white piece of cloth attached to some elastic on the bed, sitting next to a pocket knife decorated with a butterfly on the handle.
Why are these things in good condition when nothing else is?
More importantly, why do they feel like they're hers?
Instinctively, she takes them, putting what she can into her pockets and carrying the clothes in a neat fold in her arms as she makes her way out into the rest of the ruins.
The part outside the "bedroom" is more like some kind of operating room or laboratory. Ris honestly doesn't get too good of a look at it, because something about it freezes her solid and it's as if her body's acting on its own after that.
She approaches the operating table, moving one hand to gently take up some of the dust and debris with her fingertips. She pulls her hand back to look at the grime on her fingers, more staring through them than at them.]
...Master will... be displeased. [Her voice is soft, and while it certainly doesn't look like Ris is at home, certainly not enough to make sentences, what she is saying is far more crisply articulated than usual. More like someone acting a part than speaking naturally.] He cannot stand messes... how much time do I have? I have to... before he gets back...
[She shifts the new set of clothing over one arm and starts trying to wipe down the table with whatever she has on hand, which is pretty much just herself. Notably, she's trying to avoid getting the new clothes dirty, though.]
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[How did Ris make it in here? Somehow. We'll deal with it with an NPC thread later, maybe. Or never. We'll see how that goes.
POINT IS, despite all signs pointing to it being a terrible idea, Ris has made her way into the Spirit Realm this month. And she can't explain what it is about the ruins that's calling her, but she follows that calling right up until she finds herself in what appears to be the ruins of...
Well, the first thing she finds is a bedroom, or at least something like it. Really, it's more like the size of a large closet, with a bed shoved up against one wall and a rack for clothes hung up on the other. The bed looks like it was at least made before whatever ruined this place came through, but it's dusty, and the clothing rack is pretty busted up, too.
Weirdly, a set of clothes hanging from the rack is in pretty good condition. There's also a white piece of cloth attached to some elastic on the bed, sitting next to a pocket knife decorated with a butterfly on the handle.
Why are these things in good condition when nothing else is?
More importantly, why do they feel like they're hers?
Instinctively, she takes them, putting what she can into her pockets and carrying the clothes in a neat fold in her arms as she makes her way out into the rest of the ruins.
The part outside the "bedroom" is more like some kind of operating room or laboratory. Ris honestly doesn't get too good of a look at it, because something about it freezes her solid and it's as if her body's acting on its own after that.
She approaches the operating table, moving one hand to gently take up some of the dust and debris with her fingertips. She pulls her hand back to look at the grime on her fingers, more staring through them than at them.]
...Master will... be displeased. [Her voice is soft, and while it certainly doesn't look like Ris is at home, certainly not enough to make sentences, what she is saying is far more crisply articulated than usual. More like someone acting a part than speaking naturally.] He cannot stand messes... how much time do I have? I have to... before he gets back...
[She shifts the new set of clothing over one arm and starts trying to wipe down the table with whatever she has on hand, which is pretty much just herself. Notably, she's trying to avoid getting the new clothes dirty, though.]