For a moment, The Treasurer almost looks excited. As excited as his sunken, deadpan face and hollow, glowing eyes will allow. Something for him, specifically? A gift? He wasn’t fond of human interaction, but gifts were always happily accepted. Frail bones snapped and popped as he leaned down to this strange fellow, and he eagerly held his hand out to accept whatever would be given to him, the rings covering his fingers clinking together. When he’d been gifted a kiss, however, he was absolutely stunned, frozen in place, until… his stern face and waiting hands fell. He immediately straightened himself out, staring daggers down at this mysterious smoocher. After a short, raspy hiss, he slams the door shut.
The High Priestess has a very different response. First of all, she actually spoke full sentences in near-perfect English, and she seemed welcoming of the stranger at her door. A pair of bronze goggles sat above a series of necklaces formed from bone, cartilage, teeth, and stones- one stone in particular glowed a peculiar purple as she spoke. “Have you got something for me, darling?” She asked, speaking above what sounded like strained breathing coming from deep within her room. She kept gloved hands clasped together as she met with them, and peered down to them with a smile and lavender eyes. “Please, leave supplies at the gate.” She pointed to a small slot in the door before continuing. “How may you help me?” She grinned, brushing a long strand of white hair back against her dark face. She was hardly shorter than her predecessor- but was only barely able to fit through the door without ducking down. She carefully leaned in to this ‘bandit,’ wondering what material or information she could be supplied with as she bended cracking knees. As soon as their lips made contact with her cold skin, her face reddened. “Oh!” She cried, covering her cheek with her hand. “Oh, my. Is that all you wanted, darling-doll? …Come back again soon. I’ll have many questions for you.” She closed the door in front of them, notably gentler than the other. Her gentle voice could still be heard on the other side. “Oh, humans are so mysterious!”
Strange sounds and crashing could be heard before The Trickster to finally unlocked their door. One would assume there’d be nothing but rubble on the other side of the door by the time it opened- but, shockingly, all that could be seen on the other side was a bathtub being filled by a few broken pipes protruding from the ceiling, an old television playing some forgotten cartoon atop a rusted barrel, and a wooden drawer. The small person who opened the door was much more notable than the room that all the noise had originated from, and they beamed a fanged smile to the stranger. “What can I do for you!” Their shrill voice exclaimed. Two round, black orbs stared at them from beneath black curly hair that seemed to unfurl and slither about like small tendrils. Clawed fingers reached into the pocket of a tattered blue shirt and extracted a standard deck of cards. “Like to play a game? Need some help on some noble quest against my siblings, perhaps?” They shuffled and shifted the cards in their hands, and with a swift flick of their wrist, the standard deck turned into a set of glowing tarot cards endowed with strange symbols and artwork. They attempted to offer a face-down card to their new friend, but instead were only greeted with a kiss. Their eyebrows raised, and their smile grew. Strange slits in the side of their neck flexed as they blushed a bright blue. “Oh! Hmm, well, you- that was certainly unanticipated! Was that a sign of… something? Humans typically save such actions for those they’re closest with, yes? I, um.” Another flick of their wrist, and the cards were gone altogether. They tilted their head. “So does this mean you’re one of few humans who genuinely trusts me? …Why?” They gulped, slowly closing the door without replacing it’s makeshift stopper. “Forgive me, I’ve got some things to think about. Uh, big, important, ‘cosmic entity’ things, your, uh, stupid, pathetic, human mind wouldn’t understand.”
All that was left now was the trapdoor. As soon as they’d approached, it lifted itself up, and a small, elderly woman wandered up from beneath. She hardly regarded the person above her, stopping only to speak for a moment. “Another visitor? The children are all in their rooms, I’m sure you can find whichever one you’re looking for. I’m sure you don’t need me to give you yet another warning to ignore.” Countless people had come to the Representatives to plead with them, ask unending questions, attempt to make mutually beneficial deals, only to end up dead or missing, at best. The Mother had long grown tired of her pleas with travelers falling on deaf ears. But, shockingly, this person had very different intentions, as she learned when they planted a kiss on her forehead. The distant, pale pink light at the bottom of the stairwell she stood on came through just a little brighter. For a while, she held no response at all, only staring up to them. “Why would you do that?” She finally asked. “Are you simply wondering what I’d do, what I’d say? Were you expecting something amusing to happen, to walk out of here with some story to tell your friends around a fire in the black of night?” She turned her small, tired eyes away. “Or perhaps I’ve been around too long. I can’t accept simple affection without wondering why someone would dare give it to me.” She glanced between the three other doors before pulling a small, ceramic rose from inside her long cloak. “This is all I can give, for now. Please, take care, sweet stranger. Leave this place, and never return.”
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