EVENT 002: THE HIDE AND SEEK (LANA)
The darkest, oldest witches are usually also the wisest, no matter what they use their magic for. They have met almost every single use of power, and yet, Lana is still affected by the night of endless and deep sleep, that nobody in town can overcome. Darkness clouds her mind like it clouds the others’, and when she can finally wake, her place has changed.
Her obsidian ring is missing from it’s usual place, but it was taken without someone else leaving a trace. Though there is something for her to see left behind: A riddle, written out of flowers ripped from the ground, smelling suspiciously like death.
“A misty curtain,
rarely to be lifted,
you must be certain,
or you could be rifted.
What am I?”
svetlana romanova, welcome to the hide & seek! who are you playing with? well, wouldn’t you like to know. your character is missing one sacred object. they can choose to search for them, or they can get lost in their worry and don’t. (but who knows, maybe they’ll find their way back home on their own).
your character was sorted into search group number 1, alongside natalia, lino and cole.
please post this plot drop and your character’s reaction to it, which can be as short as one paragraph, or as long as you want.
you can make two choices for your character: are they searching for their lost object? can they solve their riddle or not? please include these choices in your reaction response.
Lana had a huge grin on her face. The sun was shining down on her and her big brother as they sat on the grass, a nearby oak tree providing shade in the open backyard of a three-story, three-winged mansion that highlighted the detailed craftsmanship and structural innovation of Antoni Gaudi. I always hoped that it had been something like this — heavenly, calm, and vivid. Basically hope, without the prerequisite misery.
❝ Have you already figured it out, Svetlana? ❞ her brother asked, a worried expression on his occasionally blurry face.
❝ You always have bad timing, brother, ❞ Lana heaved a sigh, her bright smile turning into a disappointed scowl. ❝ This is my dream. I will take my time. ❞
❝ T̷̹̯̙̜̜̻̹̠̘͂i̵̡̨̺̹͎͗̊ͅm̶̺͑̌̃͗ě̷̢̼̦̟͉͉̪̬̗͘ ̵͕̀̽̾̎́̒̈́̕i̷̲̗̦̤͋͋̄̽̈́s̷̛̜̮͍̰̤̲̈́̌̋̓̈́̓͘͜͝ ̵̖̪͖̜̖͕̙̈́͛̈́̈́̀͑̋͜͝ͅn̶̢̨̫̼̱̰̩̦̝̊o̴̥͙̞̣͈̥͚͝ ̵͎̀͐̽͛̃͋͝l̵̨̨͙̜̠͍̝̞̩͑o̷̟̓n̸̥̫͋̉̇́̄͗̏̕͝g̵̡̎̓̆̂̋̅ē̶̡̡̪̦͇̱̝̘͎̊̂͒̌̚r̶̪̣̘̟͔̉̆ ̸̧̳̝͖̪̯̥͖̲̭͒̒͑ẙ̶̭̜͓̻̈́͋͆̍̈́̉̾̓̚ò̸͓̻̩̮̲̰̲̫̫̀̃̈́͂͊̏̍u̷͚̒͋̍̾̈́͌̓̐ṛ̸̡͙̣̥͇̖̜͘ ̴̮̳̙̱̝̯̳͈̼̣̎f̸̛͎͈͓̱̳̈́̑͐̋̃͝͠r̴̢̩̮͒́̇̋͐͆́͆́ì̶͕̼̻͌̈́̃̊̈e̸̡͇͚̤͕̱̋̅̽̕̚͝n̵̩̤̠̤̿̉̉̎͌͠͠ḑ̸̭̰̟̝̼̠̈́̅̓̌̕,̴̻͍͖̩̟͎̩̟͘ ̸̛̀̑̔̇́͒̀̒͘͜d̴̬̖̺̘͇̀̇̋̂̌̔̑͘a̵̧̢̮̤̠͙̭͍̭̟̋̍̀̂͝r̷̨̪̘͈͈͓͓͓̮̥̒k̷̢̨̹͚̗͉̩̰̮͑̃̀͆̈̏̉̾͘ ̶̛͈̩͒̿́̈́̌c̷̢̀ḩ̶̼̩̼̯̻̣̀͐̀ͅi̵͚̘̰͕͖̭̖̖͍̋͝l̶̨̯̱͕͌ḑ̸̛͓͔̼̱͎̰͇͌̍̀̾̃͝, ❞ her brother’s features began to morph, twisting into a nightmarish form that barely resembled his barely visible likeness, now resembling Lana’s own, though deformed and hellishly grotesque. The malformed abomination suddenly appeared behind her instead of where it had been, wrapping its spindly black arms, ❝ ̴̧̡͈̣̙̳̬̞̆͆̃̇͝ͅͅI̶̥̦͑̇͋̇t̸̬̯͙̟̞͎̼͋̚ ̵̨̣̳̳̻̪̮̖͛̉̇̔̀̎̓̉h̶̯̬̑̏̽̅͒͐͛͊a̴̢̛͎͖̝͐̍̅́͆͝͝s̸̟̤̣͋͑̉ ̶̛̗̙̍̍͒̃̋͛̚̚a̵̮͉͠b̴͉̪̯̗̼͓̹̑͜a̵͓͂̚͝n̴̡̡̨̰͍͇͊̉͂͂͗͆̓̚̕͠d̸̞͉̣͍͈͖̟̟͛̏͆́̂ǫ̷̜͍̰̽̐n̶̢̹̘̱͙̙̙̰̆̓́̂̅̉̊̽̅̂è̷̞͎͙̞͚̝̜̟̲̝d̷̨̗̻́̏̊̇̉̌́ ̵̢̻̟̻͚͚͖̩͚̙́͛͌̃̀̉́͝͝ý̸̧͙̘͍̲͙̉̉͆͘͠o̸̻̩̞̫̙͈͍̭̯͇̾̈́͋̆u̴̡͍̮͕͍͑̓̈́͌̽̊͊̓̌,̷̖͋̓̏̈́̇̈́̀͑̐̚ ̶̡̜̥̭̺͈̭͍͓̲͐͘a̴̦̯̓̓̏̈́̇̄̀͐̉̇n̵̮̆̓͗́́d̷̺͔͔͖̜̲̫̓̓̿͜ ̴̧̗̬̾̑̇̍̄͒̾͝i̴̛̫͔̋̓́f̷̼̩͕̪͉̺̙̥͑̍̋́͊̆͜͝ͅ ̵̧̤̠͕̭͎̤̹̌̈́̃͊̉͝y̶̰͖͂̃o̷̧͓̥͔͎͛ȗ̶͉͎͉̲͕̝̝̮͊͑̆̔̕ͅ ̸̡̝͕͖̓̏͗̋̐̅̀̑̇d̴̲̳̽̄̈́͊̏̈́̌̏͝ọ̴̥̱̫̱͋͒̈́̒̓̉͘͝ͅͅn̸̢̡̨̩̠̣̼͚͈̅̈́̓̐̕'̶̗̠͔͍̂́̓̅̉̋̋͑͂̚ţ̵̺̺̲͆ ̶̨̪͓̱̇̒͑̋̽̉ḩ̴̫̫̯̻̱͙̈́̉̒́̃͋̈́ͅu̴͉͓̓r̵̡̼͙̭̄̿̀͋͆͘r̷̘̭̯͔̟̦̊̿̿ͅͅy̵̮̩̙͉͇̟̦͂͑͐̓̎͜,̵̖̭̺̭̺͈̜͈̠̞̈́́͌́̚͝ ̷̠̖̹̗̬͔͌̿̅̉͘ỵ̴̦͕̦̤͕̠̠͋͒́̇̀̚o̸͕̱͂͑͒̓̉ű̸̡̖̮̫̮͜͠ ̵̨̛̦̬̿̄̒͋͆̿w̶̛͈̠̳̲̬͎͈͇͂̈́͐̈́̇͑̅͝i̴̺͉͙̪͍͓͌͝l̶̨̳͍͇̦͈͓̭̺͓͛̆̋͊̐͗̕͝l̵̡̲̰͍̠͓̊ͅ ̷͓͈̫̟͙͕̎̎̈́̊̋̉͜é̸͓̟̫̜̖͔̭̓͆͆ņ̵̭̗̟̹̟̎̓̂̇͠d̸͖͛̈́̒̒̍͒̒̓͘ ̷̛̜͖͖͈̼̪͓͉̦͔̎̌̏̑u̸̯͍͈̹͐̎̔̎̈͝͝ṗ̵̨͇̻̩͈̪̀̽ ̵̩̼͉̪̻̖̘̃ȃ̷̢̜̘͓̩͐͌͌͌ḇ̵͙̩̱̳̀̓̈́̍̈̏͑á̶͖͌͜n̸͔̤̳͕̰͛̌ͅḍ̴̡̦̳̞͔̀̎͛̈́̍͘o̶̡̜̗̖̊́̈́͑͝͝͝ṇ̶̪͎̺̣̋͗̔ī̵̟̱͇̩͂̉̏̏̓̔͠n̵̹̯̼̦̺̺͋́́͊̾̀g̶̢̧̘̜̹̳̤̠̼̰̽̉̐̆̀ ̶̡̧̟̗͔̗͉̮̱͐̆y̵̺̜̩̟͇͈̓̔͐̔̏̈́̑ō̷̡̦͖̩̭͔͗̕͠û̵̧̩̳̗͎͙̹r̶̢̤̝͖͐̄̿̀͑̿͑̀̍͘s̸̫͍̫͙̰͓̲͗͑̓͐́͐̈͜ȩ̸͖̫̼̜̖̪͙̻͛̔͜l̵̜͇̫̩͍͍̓̽͑̔̓͊̀f̸͙̲̒̌̆ͅ! ❞
Lana screamed, breaking out of her nightmare and violently returning to her body, arms and legs flailing in bed, tossing and casting aside white sheets and pillows, as she furiously forced herself awake. Heaving and panting, she placed a hand on her forehead, beads of sweat all over her bare skin glistening as patches of sunlight breached her room.
Then she remembered something, what that thing had said, and with eyes wide in horror, she dashed to where the obsidian ring was, finding nothing but the stinky riddle in dying flora once more. Lana knitted her eyebrows together, letting out a very annoyed tsk followed immediately by, ❝ I guess I really have to start searching for that ring now… ❞
❝ What search group was I in again? What was the riddle for? And what does FOG have anything to do with that stupid ring? ❞ The dark witch rolled her eyes dramatically, heaved a very audible sigh, and proceeded to search for clothes, ❝ That Japanese well-w#$%@ better not have anything to do with this again or I swear to all the gods, I am giving her a swirlie in Harlow’s toilet. ❞
