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Curse of the Intertvined
A strange curse that falls upon the curious late at night when disturbing those pumpkin patches you dread getting close to. Maybe your dread is not unfounded... but, what about the owner?
A bit late for the actual holiday, but I was busy!
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You ask what does "wall of faces" mean.
@ ...w-wall of faces? > your courage mellows down.
* ...You don't know. > naz looks attentively at you. * ...You don't know? * You don't know! > Naz's beak falls off.
* Ahaha, aha, ahaha! you don't know! > Naz starts laughing as their feathers fall off. * How delightful! You really haven't looked around much! That means I can show you! * ... * Focus on the wall behind me. > You focus on the wall, wearily, darting your eyes between the wall and Naz. > While you do so, though... you feel your depth perception flatten. > You hold your hand out to your left eyelid. > It's fully closed. @ What the... * Look, look! > You look at the wall. > On it...
> ...heads appear to emerge. They have vague resemblances of faces, faces you feel are familiar. > No eyes, fully closed features, as if they were carved from stone. > They're all smiling. > The tension in the atmosphere increases. As the heads emerge, the previous smell turns into something that could only be described as void. It smells "cold" and its smog-like quality makes it slightly hard to breathe in. > You look upwards towards all the faces on the wall. The number of faces is staggering, first covering the back wall and then reaching out to the side walls and the ceiling. > What are all these faces? * They're souls. > You look down from the ceiling down towards Naz. Their feathers have all almost fallen off, back into the smooth skin you saw them bear when you first met them. They once more responded to your thoughts as if you directly asked the question, despite not being able to get any more words out of your mouth.
* These are individuals I've absorbed into my being. How else do you think I get around? * With no sustenance I'd quickly get malnourished. * It's like food! In a twisted kind of way, sure. * Of course, they're still individual... until some point at least, so their true faces reside inside... > You notice an empty spot behind Naz. You feel a shiver down your spine and a void forming where your lungs would be. * I can replicate a taste to a certain degree of fidelity... It's good to have options... * ...Hm? You seem distraught. Didn't you want to find out what that was? > Naz closes in on you, snouts almost touching together. > ... > Naz walks back and puts their ear to the wall. * ...Eheh. If you listen closely, you can almost hear them talk... to you. > Naz stops talking. > There's an eerie silence that in your current state you cannot break. > ... > You hear... laughing. Many voices in the background. > They get progressively louder. > They disrupt your focus greatly as you, for some reason, cannot take your eyes off the wall. You seldom blink. > You dart your eyes around, and, right next to Naz and the empty spot, you spot a very, very familiar face. You focus on it. > Who's that on their left? > Naz smiles.
* I wonder... > Naz gazes to your right side.
> You have a horrible feeling about this. > Vaiz has not said anything.
do something?
check on vaiz
try to blink
take aim (yellow revolver)
[i] hello [i] have you any regrets?
> You remain seated.
> You ask Vaiz to wait as well.
@ Vaiz, p-please wait. @ I need to think... @ Not yet... > Vaiz understands how you're feeling and only nods and gulps down air. * ...-tch- > You two look at Naz. * Of course. I knew I was forgetting something. * Vaiz doesn't have a chair. # W-wait, how'd he- > Mid-sentence, Naz snaps their fingers and turns to what looks like a stovetop and a counter. > Without any extra effort, movement or anything, Vaiz is put on a chair similar to yours, next to you. # ...know- > Vaiz notices, holds the chair tightly and looks around. > You look at Vaiz. That showed no effort at all. ...Something worse could've happened just as easy. > What does Naz want of you? * I want to get to know you better, Axon. > Naz responded, as if listening to your thoughts. You freeze solid on the chair as they turn towards you. > You're trembling. * You're very brave, very strong, even for somebody of your... complexion. > Naz is chopping something on a cutting board on the counter. * It takes effort to be that brave, especially under some special circumstances. > The chopping stops. > You feel breathing to your left. > You stare to your left...
> Naz holds your left face horns and you two lock gazes. * Anyone would agree... you have nerves of steel, yes? > Naz looks and sounds like you. It's hard to think clearly like this. > ... > Naz is caressing your horns. > Their hand feels cold. Their breathing smells like old mint. You're not cold, but, for some reason, deep down your very soul feels cold. You're still trembling. > Naz is looking at you thoughtfully, still caressing your horns. * ... * Everyone has a breaking point. > Naz stops holding your face and slowly walks up to the counter again. This time, one of the burners on the stove is turned on, and there's a pot on it. > You feel a void form on the base of your throat. You breathe in to fill in the void. > You keep breathing slowly but heavily. Despite the dangerous situation, you find the lightest footing of composure. * I want to see what happens. > Naz chops a little more and drops the chunks on the pot. Naz stands there, smelling the steam from the pot. > You look at Vaiz. > Vaiz is holding on to their chair as if falling off were to mean certain death, darting their eyes between you and Naz. They're breathing through their almost-closed beak. > You're stil breathing heavily. You readjust yourself on your chair... > ... You feel something hard in your pocket. > ... It's the yellow revolver from earlier. > You remember it has only one bullet. > You look at your pocket, and then at Vaiz. > You regain some more courage, but you're not sure for how much longer you can keep this up. > Nobody says anything.
...
Say SOMETHING (have Naz talk)
Stand UP, square UP, take AIM (Yellow revolver)
[i] Naz. [i] Take your time.
[]^[] < actually I do have one question! What would happen if you consumed(? Is that the right term for it?) someone who doesn't have a stable form?
* I am exaggerating a little with that... Wall, but it does have some truth to it, so let me explain a bit how it works first.
* Let's set up some groundwork first... * I'm a shapeshifter, and beyond natural organic body shapeshifter I can "change into" some other states... like water. That probably defies the original description of one, and you'd think that with how freely I can change how I look and what my body is made of if my face were to be in the Wall then you'd see each iteration differently... * But no. Not quite. * You see, souls— [ Naz waves his hands in circles. ] ...using this term to simplify things, I don't like using it often — tend to remain stable regardless of how many forms or alterations your physical body may have.
> you take. > > > you ta-ta-ta-ta-ta... >> you take... >>> y...ou, ta...
> you can't think straight. this is a beyond-life threatening situation. but you must act > the yellow revolver has a single bullet, you remember. you can't miss > you take out the yellow revolver in your pocket
> you're shaking. you struggle to hold your finger steady enough to put it inside the trigger > the revolver... seems duller > > Naz looks at you, drops their smile for a second, and raises it up again, then chuckles. * ...A gun? > Naz's smile drops again. * ...a gun... * Where did you find that gun... > Naz walks forward towards you. > you... you steady your aim, somewhat. > Naz freezes in place. > > You're breathing heavily. > > > Naz's star eyes get thinner. They're looking at you fiercely. > you struggle > you struggle again > you can't perceive depth. but they're close. you can't miss. you shouldn't miss > finally, you get to have enough strength in your hand and pull the trigger. >
> The yellow revolver explodes in your hand in an extremely viscous mess! > Out of the barrel, a snake with a striking resemblance to Naz zips forward and tangles around your hand. * AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > the snake Naz coils around your hand. the revolver and the snake Naz fuse together and render your hand immobile > everything around you slowly loses coherence. * You! You had this on you all along!? > you shakily hold your hand up as the snake Naz touches your snout > you shyly try to shake it away with what little strength you have left, but their head remains in the same static place. > they're breathing directly into your nostrils.
* Worrying! Was very worrying! I did not know such weapon would be available to you? What for? Ah?
* ...But it is useless! You had already given your face to the wall.
* So much for nerves of steel! I found the melting point! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- * So easy! * At that point, there was nothing you could do.
* ...There is nothing you can do.
* Open wide... confectionery. > everything around you gets darker. > you reach out to faith, but it's molten away by the cold hands gently holding your horns, snout and face.
* There is no god to pray to here. > ... > ...Axon can't do anything.
Scream
Scream
[i] you!
fibervine soon.
> You gather up courage and try to say something.
> It's very hard to raise your voice in your current state. > Regardless, you try. You put any worries aside and redirect all energy towards your lungs.
> Deep breath. > ... > You throw your head forward and use that momentum to carry your words. @ Just what do you want from us!? > Your voice creaks a little as you ask questions. @ Why have you trapped us in here!? > Naz raises their head a little. * I thought I already answered that? * I want to get to know you better. > The question did seem redundant, but at least getting the words out has emboldened you somewhat. @ This is... this- this is ridiculously unnecessary! @ There are many more ways that don't involve trapping us-
> Naz shrugs while still looking at the pot.
* Ah- ah. This situation is special, especially for you. > ...You? > You look at Vaiz. They're paying attention to Naz. @ ...But if I am the focus, why- > Naz turns their head towards you.
* -am I dragging Vaiz along with you? * Good question. > you two remain shocked on your chairs. your words remained on your tongue, silently falling down from it, slipping down your trembling, open jaw. > naz's head just turned in a way that would normally kill a regular animal! > ...yet, they are moving as usual. * Truth be told, I expected you two to bond more. * Become friends or, something. I guess you have, in a way. * There were more places to see... I think. > naz ponders. the rest of their body matches their head's orientation. * You two really skipped all of that and came straight to me. * I did not see that coming. I applaud the bravery and the wish to see me! * ...Mainly yours. > Naz looks at Vaiz. * I... > naz twitches a few times. > their neck stretches outward, and soon enough their whole body tenses up. > quickly, their body goes from smooth to fluffy, as they immediately grow feathers from every inch of skin. their feet quickly take the shape of talons, and their small snout stretches outward to a pointy shape. > they quickly slouch down. next blink, they are right in front of vaiz.
* I had already found out YOUR breaking point. > vaiz freezes on their chair and faints. > naz looks at you. * ehe, ehe, he, heh... Ahh... so tasty. * But as much as I love playing with those limits I am required by a contract to let you know of your own chances... > ...contract? are they bound by some rule set? * There is an exit... more than one, actually. * Though it may prove hard to find them... hah. * Although there are things I've potentially overseen... I wonder if you've found any? > a chance... > something found that could help... > it does not seem that naz has full control and surveillance over this place. they cannot see everything... > ...you tap your pocket. you still remember you have that. * ...have you perhaps already encountered the Wall of Faces...? > the air smells strange and makes you dreary. the smell seems to be coming from the stovetop. > you don't feel too good, but you can still hold your footing. > what are you doing?
what are you DOING?
t-the wall of faces? (have naz talk more)
...i-i have indeed found something. (aim at naz with the yellow revolver)
[i] naz [i] take your time. [!] you're almost there
[]^[] < ok ngl the wall of faces is pretty cool tbh.
* :)
