fellowship season two - mishmash inn The Fellowship of the Thing - I'm bored. Time for Season 2!

[Mr. Misting he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Apparently unsure what else to do, the boy slashed at Obsidian with a dagger. Before he could do anything further, however, his form began to glow violently and distort even more until he vanished in a flash and a wave of cold.

@xinoehp512

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

 

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I don't particularly care where you chain is, I was just wondering. But he threw with the force of cracking a cement pillar.

"Thank you for helping." Dave nodded at the vanishing boy. Dave began to rock on his heels. "Did that cut hurt at least?" Dave queried. 

[PyroPhile]

1 hour ago, Mr. Misting said:

"Ok, I'm over this." Dave glanced around the foyer, calmly looking for someone to help him, ignoring the black ooze creeping up his arm. "Hello? We may have a parasite trying to consume me. Fadran? Anyone?"

Pyro looked around, hearing something faintly. He walked further into the Inn, looking for the source of the noise. Eventually, he happened upon Obsidian and Dave.

"Do you need some help?"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, Mr. Misting said:

"Thank you for helping." Dave nodded at the vanishing boy. Dave began to rock on his heels. "Did that cut hurt at least?" Dave queried. 

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Ah. Well his head would've exploded in black goo, then, and slowly reformed thereafter.

"Hurt," echoed Obsidian, and Dave could feel the pain of the cut on his own arm.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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*ahem*

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wat the heck is going on

 

[PyroPhile]

3 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

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wat the heck is going on

 

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I think the Obsidian guy is trying to eat Dave.

 

[Mr. Misting he/him]

1 hour ago, PyroPhile said:

Pyro looked around, hearing something faintly. He walked further into the Inn, looking for the source of the noise. Eventually, he happened upon Obsidian and Dave.

"Do you need some help?"

3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Hurt," echoed Obsidian, and Dave could feel the pain of the cut on his own arm.

Dave nodded and pointed at his arm. "Obsidian here is trying to eat me. Do you have a way to stop this? Also, if you could, try not to hurt him. The pain translates to me."

3 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

*ahem*

wat the heck is going on

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Are you talking about the general absurdity of the thread or Dave being slowly eaten by Obsidian?

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

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xino's eating Dave??

 

[Mr. Misting he/him]

Just now, Channelknight Fadran said:

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xino's eating Dave??

 

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Correct, its a bit of an issue.

 

[PyroPhile]

1 minute ago, Mr. Misting said:

Dave nodded and pointed at his arm. "Obsidian here is trying to eat me. Do you have a way to stop this? Also, if you could, try not to hurt him. The pain translates to me."

"Would electricity work?"

[Channelknight Fadran]

Fadran came out of the bathroom to see the creepy shadow guy eating Dave.

"You okay?" He asked, somewhat rhetorically.

[Mr. Misting he/him]

1 minute ago, PyroPhile said:

"Would electricity work?"

Dave shrugged. "Obsidian, would electricity potentially stop you?"

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Also how fast is the black ooze moving?

 

Edited January 6, 2023 by Mr. Misting

[Going_North_cal]

@Channelknight Fadran

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thoughts on theo so far?

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

6 minutes ago, Mr. Misting said:

Dave shrugged. "Obsidian, would electricity potentially stop you?"

 

"Pain," Obsidian hissed, laughing.

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Probably to the shoulder by now.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

6 minutes ago, CalanoCorvus said:

@Channelknight Fadran

 

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Edgy.

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

"Pain," Obsidian hissed, laughing.

"What the heck is going on?" Fadran whisper-hissed.

[PyroPhile]

1 minute ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"What the heck is going on?" Fadran whisper-hissed.

"I have no Idea!" Pyro whisper-hissed back.

[Mr. Misting he/him]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

"Pain," Obsidian hissed, laughing.

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"Mhm, good to know." Dave turned back to Fadran and Pyro. "Let's not try electricity."

Just now, Channelknight Fadran said:

"What the heck is going on?" Fadran whisper-hissed.

"I think Obsidian is some kind of parasite trying to eat me. Currently all pain he feels is translated to me." Dave frowned. "It's not to dire yet but we should probably do something."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"A parasite? Have you tried salt?"

[Going_North_cal]

4 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

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Edgy.

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yeaaaaaaaah

 

[Mr. Misting he/him]

Dave shrugged amiably. “That might work, I haven’t tried it.”

[Shadowed they/them]

Azra sank down against a wall.

Suddenly, with no one around, her cheery, enthusiastic persona deserted her. It was, of course, a fabrication.

It was all a fabrication. A lie.

The street children had told her that the Fellowship welcomed anyone, from any background, and she had begun to hope for a new start - with new people. That part of her act, the ‘new friends’ part, was real. But she should have known that everyone would leave on a mission and leave her here at the inn, practically alone.

She didn’t begrudge them the rescue mission - that would be putting her own stupid feelings above the life of a young, traumatised boy, and she wasn’t that morally corrupt. And she wasn’t upset that she hadn’t gone. She understood that she didn’t have anything useful to add to the group besides a stream of chatter that no one wanted to hear. But she did wish she had something; some magic, or incredible knowledge, or anything really.

You do have something. You remember, the Golden Ones?

No. She wasn’t going to think about that. She curled up into a ball in the hallway, hands over eyes, and tried to forget the unforgettable.

She stayed there for a long, long time.

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In the absence of not-busy characters, I must resort to sad backstories 

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

2 minutes ago, Shadowed said:

Azra sank down against a wall.

Suddenly, with no one around, her cheery, enthusiastic persona deserted her. It was, of course, a fabrication.

It was all a fabrication. A lie.

The street children had told her that the Fellowship welcomed anyone, from any background, and she had begun to hope for a new start - with new people. That part of her act, the ‘new friends’ part, was real. But she should have known that everyone would leave on a mission and leave her here at the inn, practically alone.

She didn’t begrudge them the rescue mission - that would be putting her own stupid feelings above the life of a young, traumatised boy, and she wasn’t that morally corrupt. And she wasn’t upset that she hadn’t gone. She understood that she didn’t have anything useful to add to the group besides a stream of chatter that no one wanted to hear. But she did wish she had something; some magic, or incredible knowledge, or anything really.

You do have something. You remember, the Golden Ones?

No. She wasn’t going to think about that. She curled up into a ball in the hallway, hands over eyes, and tried to forget the unforgettable.

She stayed there for a long, long time.

An apparition appeared in front of Azra. It was the boy, covered in frost. The figure was oddly distorted, as it had been when it appeared to Dave and Obsidian. The boy seemed to warp, colors splaying prismatically and light stretching off from him. He looked at Azra.

[Going_North_cal]

Hours later, and Theo had found out very, very little. Frighteningly little.

He stood, hunched over his desk, breathing heavily. His desk was littered with open books and papers with little notes noting where his brain was.

How had they found his sister? Or, conversely, how had his sister found them?

Theo looked up.

Then left his study, going to Veronica's room. He opened the door. Nothing had changed since Veronica had dissapeared. Veronica dissapeared right after mom did, so nothing had really happened inside the mansion.

The floor was still pretty dirty, but that wasn't what concerned Theo.

He strode through the room, lifting up the mattress with the still-disheveled sheets. Underneath was letters.

Theo knew this was where she kept important documents because he'd put stuff here to surprise her in the past. She'd gotten mad, but had ultimately forgiven him because he hadn't taken anything hugely important.

Until now. He flipped the mattress onto the floor and began to sift through the letters.

[InfiniteInsanity she/her]

6 hours ago, UnfortunatelyNamed said:

"Then we'll try to capture those who've directly interacted with him."

"How are we supposed to know who those people are?"

[NameIess]

24 minutes ago, InfiniteInsanity said:

"How are we supposed to know who those people are?"

"We'll have to guess."

Edited January 6, 2023 by UnfortunatelyNamed

[InfiniteInsanity she/her]

4 minutes ago, UnfortunatelyNamed said:

"We'll have to guess."

Marilyn made a face. "But if the point of not killing them is to protect the boy isn't better to just not kill any of them?"