Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)
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Le Noir Faineant
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Calahan frowns as he sees Darian move through the room and awkwardly sit down.
Then, finally, he believes to understand what is going on and hides an amused smile behind his hands, as he lights his pipe.
Then, finally, he believes to understand what is going on and hides an amused smile behind his hands, as he lights his pipe.
industrygothica
Adventurer
InVinoVeritas said:
"Vondlegoon. That's right, isn't it? You told me before, and I've remembered--the gnomish dance. Your dedication is evident." He tries to smile, tries to look harmless and concerned, but her movements, her coyness... He tries to keep his breath steady, and the smell of his own burnt flesh flashes from his memory.
"Please, Suki, tell me what's happened." Again, a calming breath, and he swallows hard. "Show me the truth."
Ru Brike, barbaric human monk
Ru stays back, as the other do, giving Darian the room he needs to put the woman at ease. The monk opens his mouth to speak, but stops. The bird masks seemed to prevent speech, so he suspects Marionnette's does, as well. She, however, seems to have alternate means of communicating with Darian. Best to see what the man can learn on his own, the monk decides.
industrygothica said:
Ru stays back, as the other do, giving Darian the room he needs to put the woman at ease. The monk opens his mouth to speak, but stops. The bird masks seemed to prevent speech, so he suspects Marionnette's does, as well. She, however, seems to have alternate means of communicating with Darian. Best to see what the man can learn on his own, the monk decides.
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
From her position, Suki looks directly at Darian. She stares for a moment, thinking about what to show next. She then carefully releases her leg, returning to a standing position. She looks at Darian, then turns toward the cell door, where the others are gathered. Then, she turns away from everyone, moving toward the corner.
Then a voice is heard. Quiet, ghostly, as if it were called out in the distance, and only an echo could be heard.
"Thank you, Darian."
Mogson swallows. "For all the... I'll, uh, be changing the torches if anyone needs me." He takes off.
Suki turns back to Darian. "Humans don't like it when I talk like this... They don't understand how. And I doubt you would understand my dance these days."
You could, you know.
She slowly walks toward Darian, a tear streaming down her mask's cheek, and her arms outstretched, hands hanging limply beneath them. "You want to know my story? My name is Marionette, now. You see my story. It's not so bad. I can concentrate on my dance even more, now."
Then a voice is heard. Quiet, ghostly, as if it were called out in the distance, and only an echo could be heard.
"Thank you, Darian."
Mogson swallows. "For all the... I'll, uh, be changing the torches if anyone needs me." He takes off.
Suki turns back to Darian. "Humans don't like it when I talk like this... They don't understand how. And I doubt you would understand my dance these days."
You could, you know.
She slowly walks toward Darian, a tear streaming down her mask's cheek, and her arms outstretched, hands hanging limply beneath them. "You want to know my story? My name is Marionette, now. You see my story. It's not so bad. I can concentrate on my dance even more, now."
industrygothica
Adventurer
Show me, Darian thinks. Make me to understand. He hadn't registered the voice in his head; the internal conversation was almost instinctual, comforting.
He reaches out, and not sure if he should take her dangling hands or not, shaking almost visibly, longing to see her face under the mask.
"Tell me more, dear lady." He's almost begging, he realizes, but he can't stop now. "How did..." He gently brings his hands up, letting her dangling fingertips rest in his hot palms. "... this happen? What made you this way?"
He reaches out, and not sure if he should take her dangling hands or not, shaking almost visibly, longing to see her face under the mask.
"Tell me more, dear lady." He's almost begging, he realizes, but he can't stop now. "How did..." He gently brings his hands up, letting her dangling fingertips rest in his hot palms. "... this happen? What made you this way?"
Ru Brike, barbaric human monk
Ru doesn't jump at the disembodied voice, but his stance certainly becomes far more alert than it was before. When he realizes its source, he calms slightly. He continues to let Darian lead, though he can't help wondering if the woman came by this power before or after Alek got ahold of her--was it the price or reward for letting the little man reshape her?
InVinoVeritas said:
Ru doesn't jump at the disembodied voice, but his stance certainly becomes far more alert than it was before. When he realizes its source, he calms slightly. He continues to let Darian lead, though he can't help wondering if the woman came by this power before or after Alek got ahold of her--was it the price or reward for letting the little man reshape her?
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Take the truth from her, and you will understand.
Marionette's hands are cold, heavy. She lowers her arms, letting her hands settle in Darian's palms. They are now clearly made of wood and iron-shod, leading by chains to iron cups at the end of her arms.
"They are part of his art..." she says, evenly and without concern. She pauses, cocks her head, and suddenly the air fills with laughter. "Oh, do you think I had my hands cut off? No, Darian, nothing like that. They're still locked in these," indicating the cuffs.
The voice continues, bemused and nearly impartial, but with a sense of excitement. "It makes a bold statement, don't you think? Alek said that the unattended doll is a symbol of loss, and that my hands, apparently removed and crudely reattached, impart a sense of melancholy. To be so close, and still unable to touch... Is that what you miss? My touch?"
Marionette's hands are cold, heavy. She lowers her arms, letting her hands settle in Darian's palms. They are now clearly made of wood and iron-shod, leading by chains to iron cups at the end of her arms.
"They are part of his art..." she says, evenly and without concern. She pauses, cocks her head, and suddenly the air fills with laughter. "Oh, do you think I had my hands cut off? No, Darian, nothing like that. They're still locked in these," indicating the cuffs.
The voice continues, bemused and nearly impartial, but with a sense of excitement. "It makes a bold statement, don't you think? Alek said that the unattended doll is a symbol of loss, and that my hands, apparently removed and crudely reattached, impart a sense of melancholy. To be so close, and still unable to touch... Is that what you miss? My touch?"
industrygothica
Adventurer
Alek's doing. Darian can feel the anger rising up like bile in his throat at the mention of his name. He takes her wooden hands firmly in his as she talks and tries to discreetly examine their workings--could her real hands still be attached under the cups; are they locked on, like the exploding mask, or can they be removed easily.
His eyes meet hers as she asks her question. He responds simply, a hoarse whisper... "Yes."
His eyes meet hers as she asks her question. He responds simply, a hoarse whisper... "Yes."
