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[renxfields]

@rawlinsbriggs​ location: Laboratory: Labyrinth notes: stick with him baby girl he’s got you

Magic disrupted, Renfield’s shapeshifting was effecting, tentacles wormed their way from his clothes as the eyes of a cephalopod bore over normally dark hues. Mottled skin, his features remained similar as he managed to at least keep that much of himself, otherwise Renfield would have been nothing more but a pair of eyes in an infinite den of tentacles, each with a mind of their own. The sharp, eldritch mind rifled through the applications of Trivia’s blood, the disturbance that had occurred in the weeks prior, and the sudden insane pressure that had brought them all here. Modern science couldn’t offer a complete explanation of reality because of fundamental limits to the knowledge it could provide, rates of time run differently given relative motion, and space and time formed together to make spacetime. In this time was a coordinate, fixed and absolute, a portion of a formula that made up reality: a sum or aggregate of all that is real or existent in a system. 

“Someone’s disrupted the flow of time.” Renfield observed out loud with a pedantic sigh, dark hues watching the rolling hallway in front of them that shifted every which way in a seemingly nonsensical pattern. His body twitched with independent thought, less inhibited by the skin he usually wore, the eldritch creature’s mind wandered more freely. Magic wouldn’t work here, at least not correctly, Renfield was fortunate that he was able to maintain as human an appearance as he was, brought this close by his understanding of what was occurring here. An equation worked its way over his limbs, multiple levels as his mind applied its understanding of eldritch teachings and reality: as it happened, a specialty of his. “If we wait here, this place is going to collapse around us.” An absence of death, removal from space and time entirely - they’d be trapped in a void for eternity. Renfield moved forward. 

[kadirosman]

@rawlinsbriggs location: Rawdog's Place notes: yoohoo big summer blowout

"Hellllooo-" Kadir declared as he let himself into the other's apartment and pointed behind him with his thumb, "did you know your door was unlocked? You should really be more careful, just about anyone could walk in here." Kadir was feeling... He was managing, the regiment that he had put himself under was working most of the time; he felt truly fortunate to finally be able to use his own body and metabolism as a guinea pig for different experiments. The leech needed to find a way to manage his more violent impulses long-term, what better way than to attend an event crowded by supernaturals. "Is this what you're wearing?" Kadir wasn't criticizing, there was a coffee stain on his cuffed jeans but he was suddenly wondering if he was underdressed; he'd missed Lupercalia because he was trapped underground completely petrified last year.

[micahwright]

@rawlinsbriggs location: Inside the City of Dis notes: kiss kiss fall in love

The golem of blood and stone was massive, someone had hit it with something but it hadn't gone down. Other fucking- things- were everywhere. The City had turned into a madhouse the moment they entered but everyone was trying to make their way to the tower. Mostly everyone, anyways: Micah had seen some witches going in a different direction, led by some sovereign but he hadn't questioned it. They had a plan, that much most people were starting to put together.

Thrown against the ground, Micah's body hardened into a solid diamond, the golem stomped, and it stomped, and it stomped. He couldn't move, he couldn't budge, but he could feel himself cracking under the weight of the necromanced monstrosity. Again it ground him into the stone, harder and harder as his body began to fracture under the weight of the golem's strikes. Emma had always been better with this transmutation thing: she'd turned people to sand in her own defence, she'd once transmuted the air to a point of ignition and set the Fairy Court ablaze. Useless dirt into precious gold and diamonds, meanwhile the most Micah could boast about was the times he'd turned his cock into a few tentacles to have a giggle over.

"Go ahead and live with your head held high. No matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness, set your heart ablaze. Grit your teeth and look straight ahead. Even if you stop and crouch down, time won't wait for you."

Set your heart ablaze.

Micah wrapped his arms around the creatures foot and thought of something harmless- anything- something. He'd been studying up to this point, trying to understand the ins and outs of biology and chemistry like his sister always did. Had. Always had, because Emma was dead. One last stomp brought Micah to the ground, then the golem burst into an array of monarchs, butterflies that fluttered into the open air above the City of Dis. Free of whatever necromancy had laid into it.

The faiman wheezed and gasped as his crystalline visage seemed to take care of itself, filling in the gaps before Micah stood, his body returning to normal as it did. He bent and picked up the sword that Rainer had given him, "There's no end to these things, how the fuck are we supposed to get all the way to that tower?"