A Murder of Murders

#ic #dave tag #henry roleplays

It had been a pretty good day so far, all things considered. A little light on the arsony for Henry's taste but he couldn't complain. The apothecary had paid pretty well for the giant spider hairs (paid him even more to take the giant spider back to her home in the forest) and Henry had splurged on a local pastry shop, returning to his room with a box of strangely sweetened pastries (and a small bag of dried bones for Sirius).

Humming a Plegian funeral song, he paused outside his room for a moment, sure that there was someone inside his room that shouldn't have been...brushing the feeling aside, he threw the door open and sent a stray wisp of fire out to the lamp to illuminate...

"Oh!" Henry said, somehow blinking without opening his eyes. "Weird Kid! This is a surprise! I was sure I wasn't going to see you for another week or two at the very least!"

Henry set his parcel down on the table, glancing the fellow corvid enthusiast up and down thoughtfully.

"You look a little pale," Henry said after a moment's thought. "Can't quite put my foot on it...or my finger for that matter...something you ate maybe?"

Red pondered the coincidence of her given name and hair colour while gently fingering the prism ring on her finger. “I suppose so,” she said with a hopeless chuckle, blue eyes meeting his shrug as he continued.

His whistling brought a smile to her face. If music existed then she may just be able to survive until she figured out how to get back. She would simply dance back through but multiple gut feelings warned her against it. Raising her head to inhale the fresh country air, she hummed a few bars of one of her songs, just to see if she remembered it. Her voice carried easily across the vicinity, coasting on the breeze and downhills.

"Maybe you simply forgot it?" she suggested, neck relaxing, "I feel like theres a lot of things I’m not remembering myself." Her stomach intoned with an irritated gurgle. "You wouldn’t happened to know of a place nearby to eat? I’m craving pizza," she asked, only a suggestion of embarrassment on her half-lidded smile.

#ic #red tag #henry roleplays #level log #4 exp #((We can keep going but I just wanted to make a note once we pass the xp thresholds xD!))

"Lots o'people forgot lots o'things on the way over, it seems," Henry said, nodding sagely. "Least I still remember how to talk to birds...and how to throw fireballs...and how to transmutate my own suffering into a destructive force of nature...so it's not all bad."

"I could go for some pee-zaa too!" Henry snorted. "Whatever that is! If you find any, let me know...otherwise I can direct you to a nice tavern that makes a pretty mean mutton lettuce and tomato sandwich! Mutton's nice and lean and the tomato is sweet and ripe and the bread doesn't even have hardly any sawdust in it at all!

"My body is pulsing! I wonder if it’ll explode!"

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The Babe With The Power |Pyli Event Open|

Every single time one of the stalks of corn moved, Kotaro was jumping around, especially from all the things that he had seen. just since this weird person in the maze had shown up. At this point, the necromancers, skeletons, and obviously placed tripwires were beyond grating. And then they had to go and start dissing the tournament that he had wanted to participate in. And he felt like he wasn’t going to let this one go without some attempt to correct his thinking.

"Hey, there’s a giant difference between unarmed combat and wrestling. Wrestling is a combat sport while unarmed combat is just… combat. Not sport. Uh… it’s a very precise definition; you wouldn’t understand anyways. ‘Cuz yer a mage who wouldn’t stand up for a second in there."

#ic #kotaro tag #level log #4 exp

"Wow, you're kind of a jerk, aren't you?" Henry said, never losing the smile from his face as he charged ahead in the maze. "Kinda killing my spooky maze buzz with all that puffed up preening pertaining to punching so ya know what?"

Henry paused at a crossroads, turning on the boy with a toothy grin.

"I'm outie!" Henry said, turning and sprinting down the side path. "Have fun with the zombies Mr. Combat Man! Maybe they'll appreciate the difference between "wrestling" and "fighting with your hands!"

With a small wave, he vanished into the cornfield, purple cape trailing and fireballs flying from his fingertips.

Red reeled her head slightly as she was laughed at. She mustn’t have picked up on that play on words. What did he call it again? A ‘labrodor’? That word unfortunately didn’t exist in her vocabulary. She gave a small smile when he mentioned his blood to gold ability and made a note to not get on this particular person’s bad side. Though there were a certain four people she’d like to have said blood mutated into gold.

"A pleasure," she greeted, taking a step away from the swirling rift, uncomfortable with the way it made her stomach churn, "I’m Red."

She slung the black jacket over her arm, holding it close to her waist and adjusted the plunge neck of her feather-trimmed gold dress. “So, are you a local to this sector or were you dragged from your city too?” Red gently placed her hand to her neck, fingers fanning across her collarbone. “Does music endure in this world, Henry?”

"I can see that!" Henry said cheerfully. "...Oh, wait, is that your name too? Wow, lucky that your hair matched your name or things would have been awk-ward~"

"But I'm not from around here either," Henry said with a shrug. "I got tugged through an Outrealm Gate same as you! Been here for a couple of weeks now; seeing the sights, sampling the food, throwing fire at bad guys...typical tourist stuff!"

The question about music was an odd one and Henry whistled a few bars of a Plegian nursery rhyme to test it out.

"Yep! Music's still on!" Henry said with a nod and a smile. "Lots of other stuff got turned off though...like I used to have this power that could steal the life force out of anyone I attacked...but that doesn't seem to have followed me through the Rift...bit of a shame really; I liked sucking the life out of bad guys!"

The muse looked down to the jacket. “Doggies? This was generated from tender carbon fibre and refined diodes.” Though, some pooches were also created from the same materials so the stranger’s qualms weren’t completely outrageous. Though she had a feeling they did not share the same conception of ‘dog’.

Red raised a hand to clutch her aching forehead. There was something so jarring about the way this person spoke. Something so alien about it. Not just him, the entire landscape around her was foreign, sweeping hills, green pastures for days and silhouettes of other cities off the edge of their sector. She wondered what kind of architect designed these these grids in a way that she wasn’t able to examine its topology. Unless…

"Is this The Country?" she inquired, fingers combing through her short wavy hair and massaging down her neck. She asked but she already knew the answer. Even if it weren’t The Country, she didn’t think she would be able to keep her sanity without believing it was. Without believing that he would follower her through that gate, if he hadn’t already. “And what may I call you by?”

"Not that coat," Henry snickered. "You said you were looking for people in lab coats and I wanted to know where they were so I could give them a good talking to slash turn their blood into boiling gold!"

This was a lie, of course...Henry could only turn people's blood into boiling lead and he wasn't so sure he could do that anymore; not with all his magic going all wonky.

"Well, this is a country!" Henry said. "A pretty big one too! Though something tells me that you're looking for one in particular! 'Fraid I can't help you there; I'm not exactly an expert on world geology!"

"But for now, you can call me whatever you like!" Henry said. "Crows call me Caw-CaCawCaw which roughly translates to "Crumb Dropper." The local kids who shoot stones at birds call me "Oh Gods Not You Again!" My friends call me Henry though!"

””Not at home anymore?” You mean…?” Red turned around at the towering gateway, hues swirling together to the tune of an ethereal humming. Particles and dust sometimes found itself caught in the rippling matter and disappeared.

The last thing she remembered was The Camerata attacking her and… She looked down to the material she suddenly was aware of in her hands. A black jacket with a gold prism on the back. That jacket. His jacket. Her fingers gripped the material, crimson eyebrows pinching.

"Did you see anyone else come through here? A tall man with a bandaged arm? Or anyone in lab coats? Or… white and red robots?" she asked cautiously, turning back to the white haired male in curious-looking clothes.

"I mean, unless you have some sort of freaky amnesia thing going on and you actually live a couple houses up the road, you're probably not anywhere you think you are!"

Henry liked to think of himself as something of an expert on being tumbled through weird rifts and waking up without an earthly idea of where he was. After the incident with the vegetarian zombies and the one time he went to a universe built around a hotspring, he could understand how screwy the whole Outrealm thing was for so many people.

"Hm?" Henry and Frederick cocked their heads in unison at the woman's barrage of questions. "No, I haven't seen any robots...though I have no earthly idea of what you're talking about there so for all I know I could have seen fifty by now! And if I had seen anyone wearing labrador skin as coats I would have pulled their gallbladders out through their nostrils! What kind of cruel devils would make a coat out of doggies?"

Wh-Where am I?

"Here!" Henry said simply, tearing off a piece of his dinner roll and passing it to Frederick who fluttered down from the rafters to peck at Henry's lunch. "Middle of the street to be more specific. Existing somewhere on an undefined physical plane to be more vague!"

"But!" Henry said, holding a finger up. "Judging by the look of you, the answer you're looking for is "not at home anymore!"