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kaisou2022-02-05 02:38 pm
cardinalrule) wrote in kaisou2022-02-05 02:38 pm
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Intro log
WHO: Hunter and open!
WHERE: The labyrinth, followed by the city.
WHEN: Early February.
WHAT: Hunter arrives and gets his bearings.
WARNINGS: Likely mentions of a toxic familial relationship.
[Hunter has walked through these halls enough times to know when something is off, and here, right now, he knows something is off. The walls, the columns, the floor - they look worn down, old. Not meticulously buffed and cleaned as one would expect of the Emperor's castle. The hall is empty aside from himself, though that isn't surprising at this time of the night. When it's this late the only people around are the night guards, so he disregards that in favour of focusing on his surroundings. He's suspicious, immediately on his guard.
He doesn't come upon the statues until he's a bit further down, but they immediately jump out at him, too. These aren't decor he's seen before, and - well, they're unnerving, because they look like him. Not him-him, Golden Guard-him, and they look far shinier and polished than the rest of the hall. This is weird and wrong and there's many of them stretching down the hall, around the corner, that he can only freeze and stare for several seconds.
This is Kikimora doing some illusion to mess with him, right? Right. It has to be, there's no other reasonable explanation, and clinging to that answer he turns and storms down the hall, the gears in his mind working to come up with some way to get her back. He turns the corner, and then another and another, and those statues aren't ending, and they're making Belos' words bubble up in his mind as he walks.
It would be such a hassle to find a replacement.
He hates that he doesn't have his artificial staff. He hates that he can't bring his palisman out, it's too dangerous.
He's at the end of his rope by the time he finds a doorway and, not bothering to pause and weigh the risks of going through an obviously unknown door. He's feeling far too frayed at this point, and he barrels through it to find himself... somewhere.
A city. A very bizarre-looking city, with wide streets and no sign of any Titan corpse towering overhead. This definitely isn't the Emperor's castle.
Hunter stares, utterly bewildered. Thankfully, it's late enough that there aren't many people around, giving him time to hurriedly get his helmet on. Once he does he turns back to the door, only to find it gone.
Great, wherever 'here' is, apparently he's stuck until he can figure out how to get back. Unless, of course, this is more illusionary work from Kikimora, which he wouldn't put it past her. She hates him enough to ambush him with a trap like this, something that'll try to kill him like that handdragon before. Best to keep his guard up, in that case, and he curls his hands into fists before turning and heading down the sidewalk, very much looking someone who just walked out of a LARPing session.]
WHERE: The labyrinth, followed by the city.
WHEN: Early February.
WHAT: Hunter arrives and gets his bearings.
WARNINGS: Likely mentions of a toxic familial relationship.
[Hunter has walked through these halls enough times to know when something is off, and here, right now, he knows something is off. The walls, the columns, the floor - they look worn down, old. Not meticulously buffed and cleaned as one would expect of the Emperor's castle. The hall is empty aside from himself, though that isn't surprising at this time of the night. When it's this late the only people around are the night guards, so he disregards that in favour of focusing on his surroundings. He's suspicious, immediately on his guard.
He doesn't come upon the statues until he's a bit further down, but they immediately jump out at him, too. These aren't decor he's seen before, and - well, they're unnerving, because they look like him. Not him-him, Golden Guard-him, and they look far shinier and polished than the rest of the hall. This is weird and wrong and there's many of them stretching down the hall, around the corner, that he can only freeze and stare for several seconds.
This is Kikimora doing some illusion to mess with him, right? Right. It has to be, there's no other reasonable explanation, and clinging to that answer he turns and storms down the hall, the gears in his mind working to come up with some way to get her back. He turns the corner, and then another and another, and those statues aren't ending, and they're making Belos' words bubble up in his mind as he walks.
It would be such a hassle to find a replacement.
He hates that he doesn't have his artificial staff. He hates that he can't bring his palisman out, it's too dangerous.
He's at the end of his rope by the time he finds a doorway and, not bothering to pause and weigh the risks of going through an obviously unknown door. He's feeling far too frayed at this point, and he barrels through it to find himself... somewhere.
A city. A very bizarre-looking city, with wide streets and no sign of any Titan corpse towering overhead. This definitely isn't the Emperor's castle.
Hunter stares, utterly bewildered. Thankfully, it's late enough that there aren't many people around, giving him time to hurriedly get his helmet on. Once he does he turns back to the door, only to find it gone.
Great, wherever 'here' is, apparently he's stuck until he can figure out how to get back. Unless, of course, this is more illusionary work from Kikimora, which he wouldn't put it past her. She hates him enough to ambush him with a trap like this, something that'll try to kill him like that handdragon before. Best to keep his guard up, in that case, and he curls his hands into fists before turning and heading down the sidewalk, very much looking someone who just walked out of a LARPing session.]
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No problem, I'm glad it helped. [He doesn't know the full conversation, but at least it seemed to help]
What do you plan to do now?
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He takes a few moments of silence to think of something that doesn't sound hopeless. Like he vaguely knows what he's doing.]
... Start making a plan to find a way home.
[It's the best he can do.]
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...In that case, I'd start with talking to Zodiac. I don't think they know the way to your realm, but they've been interested in this whole situation and do have more resources than the rest of us.
[...]
After that, if you need a place to stay or food or anything...let me know, okay? I don't have a lot, but I have a couch at least. And food.
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It's better than nothing. They sound like the best place to start, even if they don't actually have control over the portals.
[That offer, though, makes him pause. Rascal gives a happy little chirp, fluttering back over to Hunter's shoulder.
This guy doesn't even know him. Why is he offering his home to him?]
I'll be fine.
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Mm. I can't say I'm a big fan of them, but they are our best resource right now.
[Because he's nice ok!!!]
Alright. But if you change your mind, you can find me on Libra as well.
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He tilts his head downwards, looking at the phone in his hand. Libra, right.]
I'll keep that in mind. [He's already said thanks once so he doesn't follow that up with more gratitude. Gratitude isn't something the Golden Guard should be doing anyways, so it happening once is already more than enough for one day.]
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Good luck, ok? I hope you find a way home.
[And with that, he should be heading home himself. So he'll start to move away, moving in the direction he was originally going]