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phantom-of-the-exhaust-organ

*GEEN

Sibling. I must admit. I am a little disappointed in you. To fail to seize the opportunity to intentionally misspell the word in pursuit of humor…

… even I may not be able to forgive such a significant transgression /jesting.

WHY IS THE SPIDER

GEEN

silk-official

no, no, no this is all wrong. the Red Weaver is meant to be RED.

WHY IS SHE

GEEN

roachfeeder-real

god fucking damnit you guys

gho0st-of-hallownest

🕷️⁉️⁉️⁉️

🟢

{o o}🐝?🫵

🟢

#...!

void-wyrm-siringet

[Ghost, it's sibling and a mysterious package are making their way to Monomon the Teacher.]

[On their way, they decided to go to Sirin. Ghost remembers that Sirin said they might be able to identify the package if it was caught.]

...

[Ghost and the package arrive at the edge of the void sea. Holly didn't want to come down. Too many bad memories.]

...

Sirin! I've brought something!

@ghost-from-hallownest

@shapeshifting-void

@impure-vessel-official

*Sirin emerged from the Void Sea once they were summoned.* “What have you brought for us?” *They asked, tilting their head slightly.*

I've found it. The blob of...shadow that keeps pretending to be a vessel, that I mentioned. When I came with Envoy?

[Ghost throws a charm down near the coast of the void sea. It's the soul eater charm. Inside, a swirling mass of void and soul watches Sirin, almost watching its every move.]

It took some work, but I finally caught it.

Holly thinks it might be some being of void, or a kingsmould without a shell. But maybe now you have the real thing... you can tell us what it is.

void-wyrm-siringet

*They bring their head down to the shore, narrowing their eyes to get a better look at the charm. To them the charm was insanely small, so it was quite hard to see the details of it.*

"hmm...... It is quite an odd thing indeed. We are as confused as you are, Shade Lord. The best conclusion that we can think of is that it is- or, was- a Vessel that had spent it's time within our realm until it turned into... this. Our realm tends to drench any being in void, enough that they become... how do we put this.... "goopy"? It is rather hard to explain, though our Little Messenger is a great example of such phenomenon."

shapeshifting-void

"..." The creature inside tried to get out, but something prevented it. Something like a film was blocking the exit and even though they could easily cut their way through it, the charm was too small for them to form something like a tendril. However, the charm was cracked and if enough power is used, it could fall apart and release this creature.

#pharloomblr #[strange sibling]

...

I never thought of that...it being one of us. I guess the whole "stealing someone's appearance" gimmick made me think otherwise.

[Ghost pauses, and raises its hand, touching its face. It looks like it is in deep though. Maybe.]

We could always open the charm. See how it reacts to the void sea. But then again...what if it just disappears. Or take on your form. Who knows...

(Previous)

[There she stands, silent.]

[Perhaps whatever strands were left of her in the void was enough for this copy to manifest. A towering image of an undead goddess.]

[Lace is waiting for her maker to move.]

Lace : hp (5/5)

Attack dice : d8

Défense dice : d8

Gms : hp (20/20)

Attack dice : d20

Défense dice : d20

[Suddenly, she moves.]

[The undead goddess reaches foward, her hand extended, trying to grab her youngest creation.]

[Without thinking, Lace strikes.]

[Lace's attack : 2]

[Gms' défense : 16]

[Motivated by rage amd surprise, Lace's strike faits to hit it's target.]

[She seems taken aback by her creation's willingness to fight back. Has she forgotten what Lace has done? That she pushed her through the shaman's portal, deep into the void, tearing her arm off in the process?]

[After a few instance of surprise, she summons floating needles. Just like everything else in this place, they seem insubstantial, nothing more than a ghostly outline, but they are solid nonetheless.]

[Without a movement from her, without à warning, the needles are sent flying.]

[Gms' attack : 20]

[Lace's défense : 8]

[The needles are coming from all directions, Lace cannot dodge them all. But she barely notices as the sharp edges of the ghostly blades tear through her silk. It does not matter now. All that matters is that the few undead threads her maker left behind had the arrogance to come back to life, eviscerate her sibling, and try to do the same with her, reducing both of them to heartless, soulles puppets.]

[Lace's current hp : 3/5]

[Had they both not suffered enough?]

[Laces throws herself foward, blades raised, not even attempting to think her attack through.]

[Lace's attack : 4]

[Gms' défense :17]

[Again, the shears do not cut their target. She has moved out of the way.]

[Even worse, in her rage, Lace has left herself vulnérable.]

[Gms' attack : 13]

[Lace's défense : 2]

[This time, it's not flying needles, but à swipe of her maker's claws that gets her, digging deep into her shoulder.]

[She barely notices how deep the cuts are.]

[Lace's current hp : 1/5]

[But her swiping attack brought her much closer to Lace.]

[Lace's attack : 8]

[Gms' défense : 7]

[Lace slashes into one of her maker's arms. Not deep enough to tear it off, but still enough to cause notable damage.]

[Gms' current hp : 18/20]

[The undead goddess retreats slightely, protectively holding Phantom's body close to her.]

[One of her arms hangs limp at her side, the one holding Phantom's heart.]

@ghost-from-hallownest

...!

[The vessel vanishes...]

...

[...then reforms underneath the Grand Mother's slumped arm, and leaps up to the silk heart with a long and ghostly claw.]

[d20, 12 rolled to grab the heart.]

[Gms' défense (against heart grabbing) : 5]

[She would probably have reacted more efficiently if she could have seen Ghost coming.]

[The silk heart is easily taken from her weakened claws.]

[Gms' attack : 16]

[Lace's défense : 5]

[Emboldened by this small victory, Lace moves to attack again, leaving herself open. She does not see the float blades until it is too late.]

[In the waking world, in the main room of the exhaust organ, the mass of void surrounding the siblings twitches.

[Lace's current hp : 0/5]

[Lace sinks to her kneel.]

[She failed. She failed Phantom. They will both die in the void...]

[Except.... she is not dying, is she? She can feel the dream receding, as if she is falling upwards, towards the waking world. She feels her mind joining her physical body, the bite of the void on her silk, the gentle pressure of her sibling's embrace. Every wound she has sustained within the dream she feels twice : her dream body's torn silk having translated to the real world as à loose unravelling.]

[She fight to stay down, to keep her mind from floating up, to keep hold of the dream. There are still things she needs to do in here. She cannot wake up yet.]

[Lace grabs the needle and pulls it put of her body.]

[She gets back up on her feet.]

[If this nightmare causes her to fully unravel, so be it. Phantom needs her.]

[Lace can now (slightely) control her dream.]

[Lace's attack climbed to a d20.]

[Lace's défense climbed to a d20.]

[The undead goddess does not wait for her child to get over the shock to attack again.]

[Gms' attack : 19]

[Lace's défense : 18]

[Lace barely has time to react to the flying needles sent her way. She jumps out pf the way, slightely too late. The blade cuts through her silk, leaving a deep tear in her face from her left jaw to the middle of her forehead, cutting straight through her eye.]

[Lace's current hp : -1/5]

[Lace gets back on her feet quickely. There is no time to waste, and no reason to back away. It's not like she can die in the dream. Whatever the conséquences are on her real body, she will face them once she wakes.]

[Lace runs towards this shadow of her maker, blades raised high.]

[Lace's attack: 6]

[Gms' défense : 2]

[She cannot (or chooses not to?) react in time to evade the blow.]

[Gms' current hp : 16/20]

[Lace's attack has brought her close to her opponent. Too close. As she jumps back, she réalisés her feet have been ensnared by à silken thread.]

[She is imobilised.]

[Gms' attack : 15]

[Lace's défense : 3]

[Her maker's claws come down upon her again and again and again, tearing her body apart.]

[Lace's current hp: -4/5]

[But it does not matter. It is only a nightmare.]

[She can distantly feel her physical body slowly unravelling.]

[But it dosles not matter. Not here. Not now.]

[Now all that matters is this fight.]

[As soon as the thread releases her, Lace jumps back towards the undead goddess, sriking back with all of her might.]

[Lace's attack : 20]

[Gms' défense : 9]

[Lace tears off one of her maker's arms, as she has done before.]

[Gms' current hp : 14/20]

[The undead goddess moves back, retreating further into the void.]

[In between her and Lace liés the severed arm, claws still holding onto Phantom's unmoving body.]

@ghost-from-hallownest

[Ghost darts forward under the cover of darkness and reaches Phantom.]

[d20: rolled a 6 to pick them up]

[It struggles to lift them up despite its usual strength. Whether it be because of the undead god or just the fact that Ghost hasn't fought in a while Ghost can't pick them up with ease.]

[If Ghost could prepare itself just a little longer, it could help. But, for now, Ghost guards Phantom's body.]

[Seeing that Phantom was now safe, Lace jumps back towards her opponent.]

[Lace's attack : 4]

[Gms' défense : 20]

[Unfortunately, her attack does not land. Her blade swings into the void, only cutting through thin air.]

[Her attack leaves her open.]

[Gms' attack : 15]

[Lace's défense : 13]

[Lace raises her weapon in an attempt to parry the attack, but her réaction comes too late. With one eye torn, she cannot see the attack coming in time. She cannot stop her maker's claws from tearing into her arm and shoulder.]

[Lace's current hp : -5/5]

[Lace retreats slightely. There has to be a way to end this more quickely....]

[Lace's remaining eye scans the empty space around her. There is only one thing in the endless emptiness : the ghostly silhouette of the organ. It has faded, but is still visible.]

[Perhaps, if she can use it to get closer.....]

[Lace running past gms : 13]

[Gms trying to catch her : 1]

[Lace runs straight towards her opponent, only changing her course and heading to the organ at the last second. She has not anticipated her move, and fails to catch her.]

[She jumps onto the ghostly structure, and as her feet land next to the bench she is quite relieved to find that it is solid despite how it has faded.]

[She jumps again, nimbly climbs onto the métal structures above the keyboard.]

[Then, she jumps towards her maker, aiming for the head.]

[Lace's attack : 20]

[Gms' défense : 4]

[She cannot stop her. Lace's burries her weapondeep into her face, tearing at her void-soaled silk.]

[As Lace twists her blade, driving it deeper, the final strands of what was left of the goddess come undone, releasing à burst of uncontrolled energy into the void.]

[For à moment, the dream seems to shatter.]

[Lace is flung away. For a moment she flies, or perhaps floats, or falls. She can't tell. Then she hits a surface without warning, feeling the shock in her legs, then her hip, her shoulder, and finally her head.]

[It takes a moment for her to réalisé that surface is the invisible ground. She liés on her side for à second, then carefully ifts herself up to her knees. Her head is spining, her hands are shaking... Her body is peirced and torn in many places, one of her eyes is destroyed. She can distantly feel her real body slowly unravelling, taking the damage of her nighmare wounds.]

[She lifts her gaze upwards, looking around. There is no trace left of her maker. All that was her is gone.]

[She can feel the dream slowly receeding, her mind getting closer to the waking realm.]

[Then she looks back, and sees Ghost holding Phantom's body.]

[She immediately gets up and runs to then, stumbling at every step.]

[She lets herself fall next to them.]

Can... can you let me take them? I need to fix them. I need to do it now before the dream ends!

#(into the darkness with you)#(black roses)#ooc: nah that's fine #I'm really sorry that you probably didn't get to do the things you wanted because I didn't really show up #I just kinda procrastinated and forgot. and I'm sorry. but at least the fight part is over!

...!

[Ghost drops Phantom and steps aside. It wouldn't know where to begin with silk. For now it shall be there for what Hornet calls "moral support".]

...🫵✔️👇🧵...

[Ghost signs carefully "...You can do this, Lace...]

void-wyrm-siringet

[Ghost, it's sibling and a mysterious package are making their way to Monomon the Teacher.]

[On their way, they decided to go to Sirin. Ghost remembers that Sirin said they might be able to identify the package if it was caught.]

...

[Ghost and the package arrive at the edge of the void sea. Holly didn't want to come down. Too many bad memories.]

...

Sirin! I've brought something!

@ghost-from-hallownest

@shapeshifting-void

@impure-vessel-official

*Sirin emerged from the Void Sea once they were summoned.* “What have you brought for us?” *They asked, tilting their head slightly.*

#pharloomblr #[strange sibling]

I've found it. The blob of...shadow that keeps pretending to be a vessel, that I mentioned. When I came with Envoy?

[Ghost throws a charm down near the coast of the void sea. It's the soul eater charm. Inside, a swirling mass of void and soul watches Sirin, almost watching its every move.]

It took some work, but I finally caught it.

Holly thinks it might be some being of void, or a kingsmould without a shell. But maybe now you have the real thing... you can tell us what it is.

(Previous)

[There she stands, silent.]

[Perhaps whatever strands were left of her in the void was enough for this copy to manifest. A towering image of an undead goddess.]

[Lace is waiting for her maker to move.]

Lace : hp (5/5)

Attack dice : d8

Défense dice : d8

Gms : hp (20/20)

Attack dice : d20

Défense dice : d20

[Suddenly, she moves.]

[The undead goddess reaches foward, her hand extended, trying to grab her youngest creation.]

[Without thinking, Lace strikes.]

[Lace's attack : 2]

[Gms' défense : 16]

[Motivated by rage amd surprise, Lace's strike faits to hit it's target.]

[She seems taken aback by her creation's willingness to fight back. Has she forgotten what Lace has done? That she pushed her through the shaman's portal, deep into the void, tearing her arm off in the process?]

[After a few instance of surprise, she summons floating needles. Just like everything else in this place, they seem insubstantial, nothing more than a ghostly outline, but they are solid nonetheless.]

[Without a movement from her, without à warning, the needles are sent flying.]

[Gms' attack : 20]

[Lace's défense : 8]

[The needles are coming from all directions, Lace cannot dodge them all. But she barely notices as the sharp edges of the ghostly blades tear through her silk. It does not matter now. All that matters is that the few undead threads her maker left behind had the arrogance to come back to life, eviscerate her sibling, and try to do the same with her, reducing both of them to heartless, soulles puppets.]

[Lace's current hp : 3/5]

[Had they both not suffered enough?]

[Laces throws herself foward, blades raised, not even attempting to think her attack through.]

[Lace's attack : 4]

[Gms' défense :17]

[Again, the shears do not cut their target. She has moved out of the way.]

[Even worse, in her rage, Lace has left herself vulnérable.]

[Gms' attack : 13]

[Lace's défense : 2]

[This time, it's not flying needles, but à swipe of her maker's claws that gets her, digging deep into her shoulder.]

[She barely notices how deep the cuts are.]

[Lace's current hp : 1/5]

[But her swiping attack brought her much closer to Lace.]

[Lace's attack : 8]

[Gms' défense : 7]

[Lace slashes into one of her maker's arms. Not deep enough to tear it off, but still enough to cause notable damage.]

[Gms' current hp : 18/20]

[The undead goddess retreats slightely, protectively holding Phantom's body close to her.]

[One of her arms hangs limp at her side, the one holding Phantom's heart.]

@ghost-from-hallownest

...!

[The vessel vanishes...]

...

[...then reforms underneath the Grand Mother's slumped arm, and leaps up to the silk heart with a long and ghostly claw.]

[d20, 12 rolled to grab the heart.]

[Gms' défense (against heart grabbing) : 5]

[She would probably have reacted more efficiently if she could have seen Ghost coming.]

[The silk heart is easily taken from her weakened claws.]

[Gms' attack : 16]

[Lace's défense : 5]

[Emboldened by this small victory, Lace moves to attack again, leaving herself open. She does not see the float blades until it is too late.]

[In the waking world, in the main room of the exhaust organ, the mass of void surrounding the siblings twitches.

[Lace's current hp : 0/5]

[Lace sinks to her kneel.]

[She failed. She failed Phantom. They will both die in the void...]

[Except.... she is not dying, is she? She can feel the dream receding, as if she is falling upwards, towards the waking world. She feels her mind joining her physical body, the bite of the void on her silk, the gentle pressure of her sibling's embrace. Every wound she has sustained within the dream she feels twice : her dream body's torn silk having translated to the real world as à loose unravelling.]

[She fight to stay down, to keep her mind from floating up, to keep hold of the dream. There are still things she needs to do in here. She cannot wake up yet.]

[Lace grabs the needle and pulls it put of her body.]

[She gets back up on her feet.]

[If this nightmare causes her to fully unravel, so be it. Phantom needs her.]

[Lace can now (slightely) control her dream.]

[Lace's attack climbed to a d20.]

[Lace's défense climbed to a d20.]

[The undead goddess does not wait for her child to get over the shock to attack again.]

[Gms' attack : 19]

[Lace's défense : 18]

[Lace barely has time to react to the flying needles sent her way. She jumps out pf the way, slightely too late. The blade cuts through her silk, leaving a deep tear in her face from her left jaw to the middle of her forehead, cutting straight through her eye.]

[Lace's current hp : -1/5]

[Lace gets back on her feet quickely. There is no time to waste, and no reason to back away. It's not like she can die in the dream. Whatever the conséquences are on her real body, she will face them once she wakes.]

[Lace runs towards this shadow of her maker, blades raised high.]

[Lace's attack: 6]

[Gms' défense : 2]

[She cannot (or chooses not to?) react in time to evade the blow.]

[Gms' current hp : 16/20]

[Lace's attack has brought her close to her opponent. Too close. As she jumps back, she réalisés her feet have been ensnared by à silken thread.]

[She is imobilised.]

[Gms' attack : 15]

[Lace's défense : 3]

[Her maker's claws come down upon her again and again and again, tearing her body apart.]

[Lace's current hp: -4/5]

[But it does not matter. It is only a nightmare.]

[She can distantly feel her physical body slowly unravelling.]

[But it dosles not matter. Not here. Not now.]

[Now all that matters is this fight.]

[As soon as the thread releases her, Lace jumps back towards the undead goddess, sriking back with all of her might.]

[Lace's attack : 20]

[Gms' défense : 9]

[Lace tears off one of her maker's arms, as she has done before.]

[Gms' current hp : 14/20]

[The undead goddess moves back, retreating further into the void.]

[In between her and Lace liés the severed arm, claws still holding onto Phantom's unmoving body.]

@ghost-from-hallownest

#(into the darkness with you)#(black roses)#pharloomblr #[ooc: aughhhh I've got school :( I'll be back ~3pm GMT]

[Ghost darts forward under the cover of darkness and reaches Phantom.]

[d20: rolled a 6 to pick them up]

[It struggles to lift them up despite its usual strength. Whether it be because of the undead god or just the fact that Ghost hasn't fought in a while Ghost can't pick them up with ease.]

[If Ghost could prepare itself just a little longer, it could help. But, for now, Ghost guards Phantom's body.]

phantom-of-the-exhaust-organ

Grand Mother Silk sucks.

🙏

(Preach)

(Previous)

[There she stands, silent.]

[Perhaps whatever strands were left of her in the void was enough for this copy to manifest. A towering image of an undead goddess.]

[Lace is waiting for her maker to move.]

Lace : hp (5/5)

Attack dice : d8

Défense dice : d8

Gms : hp (20/20)

Attack dice : d20

Défense dice : d20

[Suddenly, she moves.]

[The undead goddess reaches foward, her hand extended, trying to grab her youngest creation.]

[Without thinking, Lace strikes.]

[Lace's attack : 2]

[Gms' défense : 16]

[Motivated by rage amd surprise, Lace's strike faits to hit it's target.]

[She seems taken aback by her creation's willingness to fight back. Has she forgotten what Lace has done? That she pushed her through the shaman's portal, deep into the void, tearing her arm off in the process?]

[After a few instance of surprise, she summons floating needles. Just like everything else in this place, they seem insubstantial, nothing more than a ghostly outline, but they are solid nonetheless.]

[Without a movement from her, without à warning, the needles are sent flying.]

[Gms' attack : 20]

[Lace's défense : 8]

[The needles are coming from all directions, Lace cannot dodge them all. But she barely notices as the sharp edges of the ghostly blades tear through her silk. It does not matter now. All that matters is that the few undead threads her maker left behind had the arrogance to come back to life, eviscerate her sibling, and try to do the same with her, reducing both of them to heartless, soulles puppets.]

[Lace's current hp : 3/5]

[Had they both not suffered enough?]

[Laces throws herself foward, blades raised, not even attempting to think her attack through.]

[Lace's attack : 4]

[Gms' défense :17]

[Again, the shears do not cut their target. She has moved out of the way.]

[Even worse, in her rage, Lace has left herself vulnérable.]

[Gms' attack : 13]

[Lace's défense : 2]

[This time, it's not flying needles, but à swipe of her maker's claws that gets her, digging deep into her shoulder.]

[She barely notices how deep the cuts are.]

[Lace's current hp : 1/5]

[But her swiping attack brought her much closer to Lace.]

[Lace's attack : 8]

[Gms' défense : 7]

[Lace slashes into one of her maker's arms. Not deep enough to tear it off, but still enough to cause notable damage.]

[Gms' current hp : 18/20]

[The undead goddess retreats slightely, protectively holding Phantom's body close to her.]

[One of her arms hangs limp at her side, the one holding Phantom's heart.]

@ghost-from-hallownest

#(black roses)#(into the darkness with you)#pharloomblr

...!

[The vessel vanishes...]

...

[...then reforms underneath the Grand Mother's slumped arm, and leaps up to the silk heart with a long and ghostly claw.]

[d20, 12 rolled to grab the heart.]

(Ooc : this takes place right after this)

[The mass of void twists and churns. Inside, two silk beings are holding each-other, dreamong together.]

[Lace opens her eyes. She sees nothing. She feels à ground beneath her feet, but cannot see its surface. She still feels the cold touch pf her sibling's hands on her head. This feels quite different from her first time being consumed by void. This time, it is warmer.... calmer. But she has a feeling that calm is not here to stay.]

[As she looks around, à vague form, pale against the dark void, catches her eye. It's shape becomes clearer the more she looks at it. Soon, she recognises the shape.]

This door again.....

[She cautiously takes a step, her foot finding the ground where there seems to be none. Is the door real? Does it even matter whether it is or not.]

[Absorbed by her thoughts and the sight of such a strange environment, she does not immediately notice the présence by her side.]

...............

Eek!!! ...... Wha... who are you?!?

@ghost-from-hallownest

(Ooc : the door is from this post)

Haiii!!

I'm... I'm Ghost. I'm...well, I'm... it's...

[the figure raises one of the tips of its cloak and uses it as a hand, gesturing vaguely towards you as it thinks]

It's... hard to explain. I'm related to Hornet... I'm a vessel, I... I'm a lot of things.

[the vessel darts towards Lace, and inspects her.]

You...you, on the other hand... I've not seen you since... since I got Hornet out of the Abyss!

What you are however... that's the question...

[Lace stayed quiet for an instant before answering.]

I am à creature of silk, I....

I am à silken construct given.... something resembling life.

You said you are related to Hornet... She did mention Siblings... Wait, what do you mean you've not seen me since the abyss?

Have we met??

You were took over by the void...sibling saved you. With Everbloom.

It failed. Other siblings found Hornet. Brought you and Hornet up from the Sea... You were unconscious...so didn't see all of that.

That's basically it.

[Ghost tilts its head]

You...you are life though. You have soul. You... are life. Everything that has soul is alive... I don't understand why you say you aren't...

Of it was while I was unconscious. Everything occurs behind my back!!

I...

[She looks at Ghost for an instant. She considers addressing that final statement, the one about her life, but décides to ignore it. She is not ready for that yet.]

You are called Ghost, you said? I... I have a Sibling. They are called Phantom.

They need help. That is why I came here.

To get them back.

...I...I can help with that.

A Voidcurse is a tricky thing... curing one of one is even trickier. But it's doable.

We have to act fast. If we are to fix Phantom. If their body is exposed to the void too long... there will be nothing left to save.

If you say so, then... we should get to them now. I believe they are on the other side of this door.

[Lace walks forward. Her mind is now almost accostumed to this strange environment, her feet barely hesitated before stepping further onto the invisible floor. She approaches the door.]

[She pressés her hand on the door's barely existant surface. She cannot see more than the door's outline, but its surface is there, cold and solid under her palm.]

[Lace takes one deep, shaky breath before closing her eyes and opening the door. She only hopes that whatever might be waiting on the other side is not worst than what she has just gone through.]

[She steps through the door, her eyes still closed.]

.

[When she opens them, she is at first greated by darkness. But, just like earlier, soon ghostly shapes appear.]

[Tall, towering shapes.]

[The more Lace focuses on them, the clearer they become. She sees what seems to be the organ. On the bench, à small, blurry silhouette is playing à silent song.]

[And then....]

[There she is also. She is facing away from Lace, her attention turned to Phantom's silent song.]

#(Into the darkness with you)#(black roses)#pharloomblr #[ooc: I don't know what I'm writing]

... The Grand Mother. And her forsaken child...

...Come along then. You cut off your mother's arm before. What's another time?

[Ghost starts to walk into the chamber, but hesitates. It cannot move.]

It vibrates with every silent note and chord played by the lost Phantom.]

The Grand Mother... I-I can't-- I can't move. I-I don't know why.

Maybe if you weaken her, I can get Phantom. And we--you can leave.

(Ooc : this takes place right after this)

[The mass of void twists and churns. Inside, two silk beings are holding each-other, dreamong together.]

[Lace opens her eyes. She sees nothing. She feels à ground beneath her feet, but cannot see its surface. She still feels the cold touch pf her sibling's hands on her head. This feels quite different from her first time being consumed by void. This time, it is warmer.... calmer. But she has a feeling that calm is not here to stay.]

[As she looks around, à vague form, pale against the dark void, catches her eye. It's shape becomes clearer the more she looks at it. Soon, she recognises the shape.]

This door again.....

[She cautiously takes a step, her foot finding the ground where there seems to be none. Is the door real? Does it even matter whether it is or not.]

[Absorbed by her thoughts and the sight of such a strange environment, she does not immediately notice the présence by her side.]

...............

Eek!!! ...... Wha... who are you?!?

@ghost-from-hallownest

(Ooc : the door is from this post)

Haiii!!

I'm... I'm Ghost. I'm...well, I'm... it's...

[the figure raises one of the tips of its cloak and uses it as a hand, gesturing vaguely towards you as it thinks]

It's... hard to explain. I'm related to Hornet... I'm a vessel, I... I'm a lot of things.

[the vessel darts towards Lace, and inspects her.]

You...you, on the other hand... I've not seen you since... since I got Hornet out of the Abyss!

What you are however... that's the question...

[Lace stayed quiet for an instant before answering.]

I am à creature of silk, I....

I am à silken construct given.... something resembling life.

You said you are related to Hornet... She did mention Siblings... Wait, what do you mean you've not seen me since the abyss?

Have we met??

You were took over by the void...sibling saved you. With Everbloom.

It failed. Other siblings found Hornet. Brought you and Hornet up from the Sea... You were unconscious...so didn't see all of that.

That's basically it.

[Ghost tilts its head]

You...you are life though. You have soul. You... are life. Everything that has soul is alive... I don't understand why you say you aren't...

Of it was while I was unconscious. Everything occurs behind my back!!

I...

[She looks at Ghost for an instant. She considers addressing that final statement, the one about her life, but décides to ignore it. She is not ready for that yet.]

You are called Ghost, you said? I... I have a Sibling. They are called Phantom.

They need help. That is why I came here.

To get them back.

#(Into the darkness with you)#(black roses)#pharloomblr #phantom and lace both

...I...I can help with that.

A Voidcurse is a tricky thing... curing one of one is even trickier. But it's doable.

We have to act fast. If we are to fix Phantom. If their body is exposed to the void too long... there will be nothing left to save.

(Ooc : this takes place right after this)

[The mass of void twists and churns. Inside, two silk beings are holding each-other, dreamong together.]

[Lace opens her eyes. She sees nothing. She feels à ground beneath her feet, but cannot see its surface. She still feels the cold touch pf her sibling's hands on her head. This feels quite different from her first time being consumed by void. This time, it is warmer.... calmer. But she has a feeling that calm is not here to stay.]

[As she looks around, à vague form, pale against the dark void, catches her eye. It's shape becomes clearer the more she looks at it. Soon, she recognises the shape.]

This door again.....

[She cautiously takes a step, her foot finding the ground where there seems to be none. Is the door real? Does it even matter whether it is or not.]

[Absorbed by her thoughts and the sight of such a strange environment, she does not immediately notice the présence by her side.]

...............

Eek!!! ...... Wha... who are you?!?

@ghost-from-hallownest

(Ooc : the door is from this post)

Haiii!!

I'm... I'm Ghost. I'm...well, I'm... it's...

[the figure raises one of the tips of its cloak and uses it as a hand, gesturing vaguely towards you as it thinks]

It's... hard to explain. I'm related to Hornet... I'm a vessel, I... I'm a lot of things.

[the vessel darts towards Lace, and inspects her.]

You...you, on the other hand... I've not seen you since... since I got Hornet out of the Abyss!

What you are however... that's the question...

[Lace stayed quiet for an instant before answering.]

I am à creature of silk, I....

I am à silken construct given.... something resembling life.

You said you are related to Hornet... She did mention Siblings... Wait, what do you mean you've not seen me since the abyss?

Have we met??

You were took over by the void...sibling saved you. With Everbloom.

It failed. Other siblings found Hornet. Brought you and Hornet up from the Sea... You were unconscious...so didn't see all of that.

That's basically it.

[Ghost tilts its head]

You...you are life though. You have soul. You... are life. Everything that has soul is alive... I don't understand why you say you aren't...

(Ooc : this takes place right after this)

[The mass of void twists and churns. Inside, two silk beings are holding each-other, dreamong together.]

[Lace opens her eyes. She sees nothing. She feels à ground beneath her feet, but cannot see its surface. She still feels the cold touch pf her sibling's hands on her head. This feels quite different from her first time being consumed by void. This time, it is warmer.... calmer. But she has a feeling that calm is not here to stay.]

[As she looks around, à vague form, pale against the dark void, catches her eye. It's shape becomes clearer the more she looks at it. Soon, she recognises the shape.]

This door again.....

[She cautiously takes a step, her foot finding the ground where there seems to be none. Is the door real? Does it even matter whether it is or not.]

[Absorbed by her thoughts and the sight of such a strange environment, she does not immediately notice the présence by her side.]

...............

Eek!!! ...... Wha... who are you?!?

@ghost-from-hallownest

(Ooc : the door is from this post)

#(Into the darkness with you)#(black roses)#pharloomblr

Haiii!!

I'm... I'm Ghost. I'm...well, I'm... it's...

[the figure raises one of the tips of its cloak and uses it as a hand, gesturing vaguely towards you as it thinks]

It's... hard to explain. I'm related to Hornet... I'm a vessel, I... I'm a lot of things.

[the vessel darts towards Lace, and inspects her.]

You...you, on the other hand... I've not seen you since... since I got Hornet out of the Abyss!

What you are however... that's the question...

herman-draws

i hate thk!!!!1!

#[strange sibling]#don't ask me why I did this #I just felt like it tbh

!!!!!!!!!!!!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

🚫{o|o}! {o|o}👶...

[Do not the hollow! They just baby...]

#siblings

Ooc: When you pull up to the function mighty Radiance looking

(featured blogs: this one, @shapeshifting-void and @impure-vessel-official )

...

👋 {o|o}!

(Hi Hollow!)

@ghost-from-hallownest

[Head tilts just a bit. Curiousity and grace had, even in a motion so mundane. Then a flicker of recognition from behind dark eyes before they stoop down to a crouch, compose a message, and turn it outwards so that their sibling can view it.]

/ Hello, Little Ghost Sibling.

What brings you to me? Have you a need for something of me or are you here simply to exchange pleasantries? /

[A beat. And then, as if some sort of realization hits them too late, a hand--the one clad in metal; a prosthetic--juts out slightly and (somewhat) awkwardly moves side to side in a wave.]

...

[Ghost writes with its hand on the ground.]

I wanted to ask you about something, sibling. I wanted to know if you knew what it was.

[Ghost took out one of its charms, the Soul Eater (a charm of the Shamans). Inside it, void was present, and it had two little white eyes.]

You must've seen paledad working in his workshop when you were younger, and he used lots of void, right?

It acts like a vessel, and mimics other vessel's shapes, but it is just void. Sentient void, and not a sibling.

The only reason it isn't shapeshifting now is because I caught it, in its liquid form in-between its transformations.

[Ghost then places the charm on the ground, and draws lots of question marks and arrows around it.]

shapeshifting-void

"..." The Void tries to slither out, but is unable because of something. It tries to form a void tendril to break out, but the charm is too small for it to be able to change its form. Its trapped.

@impure-vessel-official

[A flicker of motion in the dirt; caught by a glance, initially too jut away to view in full, before they promptly rectify it.

Nub crafting words. Words of their sibling. Important.

Only once the question marks and arrows are drawn, do they shift their attention to the charm surrounded by the markings. The writhing of the trapped Void entity is met with no more than a stare, expression inscrutable, before they look away and towards their sibling.

Contemplative. Sharp.

Memories from days of old. Dredged up.

Father's... workshop. A place of wonders and great fascination for Little Weaver Sister... sister... Hornet. When she was very small. Unbound curiousity set with a genuine affinity for mechanical craft.

For the Knight themself? a place to simply stand in, off to the side, like any other. Virtually unseen. Like any other fixture. Meant to be unbothered by the ongoings which were... beyond their ability to grasp anyways.

And yet sometimes... they did look. Properly. Closely...]

/ You have seen them before... have you not?

The automatons. Wingsmould. Kingsmould. Moulds.

Void fashioned to fit a mould. A specific purpose. Not unlike us... but far more... crude. Simpler. Weaker.

I have heard... rumors of such an automaton once losing its purpose... its restraints... and becoming something far more. Bound by its metallic shell no longer.

Perhaps this is the case here...? /

[Spindly fingers of shell tap at their chin. Short, concise yet no less insistent tip-taps.]

/ Another thought.

Perhaps it does bear more of a relation to us than our common basis in Void, but through events yet unknown to us, has changed?

Shapeshifting is not beyond our ability to do.

I can distort my own shape as well. But only in pieces. Parts. And only in the ways of assuming a primal aspect of Void. Had I a better command of it... I could likely do even more.

... or it may well be a creation of unknown origin?

Either a construct of another's design or perhaps a more complex extension, born entirely without outward influences, of the sea of Void itself? A more... true child of it than even us...?

It is difficult to know for certain.

Though we are separated by the Pale light of our parentage... there is much that remains the same, between us and that which is closer to pure Void itself... /

[They look back to the trapped entity, curiousity sparking anew.]

/ How did you manage to trap it in a charm...?

Is it a property of the charm itself, specific to it, or would it have worked with any charm...? /

@ghost-from-hallownest

...Look at it, sibling. It's a bowl.

I guess its soul-using properties could help keep it at bay, but it's mainly its shape.

...

The void does like taking the form of vessels. If the void in a kingsmould grew an attachment to its task, either to guard the entrance to the abyss or to train you when you were smaller...

If it were to lose its shell, maybe it would shapeshift into the thing it was attached to. Vessels.

...

[o o] ? {o|o}...

(I'm confused, Hollow.)

[A short and tinny sound fills the air’s empty space as metallic claws clank against the charm. Inquisitive. Contemplating anew as their claws (cautiously) brush against and trace the shape.

Truly…? It is that simple…? The shape?

…

Well. Little Ghost Sibling is the one that saw this creature dealt with. Experience. Gathering more information firsthand. It knows more about it than they do. They must have their reasons for coming to such a conclusion.

Holly withdraws their hand.

More memories are dredged up. Carefully plucked out and assessed for usefulness.

Training… ]

/ Much of my combat training came from the Five Great Knights while father was best for spells…

But for practice in-between… yes.

I suppose that much time was spent with the Kingsmould automatons.

I did not… /

[Something in them stalls. Hesitates. Hand of shell twitches, stiffly opening and closing a few times, before they press on with their message.]

/ I did not think that they were capable of… feeling back then. Of even… thinking at all…

A mistake repeated. Doubly so if it is as you say.

...

What troubles you so? What is the point of confusion...? Do you ponder over the precise motivations of the entity as well...? /

I...I just wish I could figure it out. Everything I have encountered before in this kingdom and others I've been able to explain. But I can't explain this.

It must have some sort of goal, whether it be a goal it picked or an instinct it had no control over.

Whatever it was, I caught it near Dirtmouth.

[A hand twitches; taut with intent and slightly askew in the direction of their sibling, as if meaning to reach out and offer a pat. An awkward would-be effort at comfort. One that is truly considered for a split second before they think better of it and consider the exact words of Little Ghost Sibling instead.

Dirtmouth.

Small town. Simple and rough. A place of connections for its position right by the crossroads. As for where and why? that remains unknown.

There's too little information. And yet still...]

/ Whatever it is... whatever it may have been attempting to accomplish... take comfort in knowing that this, it is doing no longer.

For the time-being, its bindings seem to hold secure.

Do not begrudge being unable to discern the truth as easily. There is much that is obscured. More than you realize. And the truth here, it seems, is not overly keen on revealing itself.

Too many possibilities. Too little to narrow down in full.

A... visit to The Archives is warranted perhaps?

The Teacher holds in her collection, vast amounts of literature. There may be something there that can help clarify the matter. /