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"Okay, this is bananas." I wheeze and double over, still trying to recover from the uncharacteristic exertion of running. Weird, 2-D sun aside, I need a minute to collect myself.

2 hours ago, AngryCacti said:

“...Jack?” I said with reasonable certainty. “I’m normal, I swear. The blood isn’t mine.”

I don't know why he thinks the claim that the blood isn't his should reassure me, but he seems to think it should, so I don't comment beyond quirking an eyebrow. I mull over his name, and it draws a parallel blank in my mind where my own name should rest with reasonable certainty. 

"Um, I seem to have a slight case of retrograde amnesia? Or something? I...I don't remember my name or who I am, exactly. I guess you can call me --"

I take a minute to riffle through my mental baby names book.

"Sophie? Sophie. It'll do for a placeholder, I guess."

When I recover my breath, my hands start to fidget with anxiety, and once I notice, I tuck them into my hoodie's front pouch self-consciously.

2 hours ago, AngryCacti said:

I pull the compass out of my pocket and look at it again. Was the needle still spinning? “What the hell,” I breathe.

I look back up at his perplexed tone and shuffle closer to regard the device in his hand. "What is that? Where did you get it from?"

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14 hours ago, Beewolf said:

I look back up at his perplexed tone and shuffle closer to regard the device in his hand. "What is that? Where did you get it from?"

I glare at the needle, now back to spinning aimlessly. “Here,” I say absently, offering the compass to Sophie. “It’s from those statues in the courtyard. I thought it looked interesting, but I think it’s broken.”

The smiling sun lit the cartoonish landscape with a cheery glow. The cathedral popped out in stark reality compared to the fridge drawing of our surroundings. There were equal conflicting thoughts of safety and danger worming their way through my brain. Ultimately, common sense, a finite resource, won. 

“Look,” I started, “this place doesn’t sit right with me. More than usual, anyways. If you’re not going to lead me into some insane cult death-trap, let’s go back to the courtyard.” I started to back up. If she didn’t want to follow, that was her choice, but the courtyard was the safest place I’d found so far that made at least some sense. 

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I take the compass and gamely follow along, watching the needle rotate pointlessly.

On 10/1/2019 at 12:00 PM, AngryCacti said:

“Look,” I started, “this place doesn’t sit right with me. More than usual, anyways. If you’re not going to lead me into some insane cult death-trap, let’s go back to the courtyard.”

I throw up my hands in helpless denial, but he's already pivoted to begin the return trek out of the wasteland. Finding no further argument there, I turn my attention back to the compass, trying to leg it to catch up.

"Normally, a compass needle is influenced by magnetic fields, but I'm assuming that, based on the brand of dream logic in this hellscape, this is supposed to be...magic of some sort." I do sarcastic jazz hands. "I would like to get a better look at those statues, though. Maybe they can offer up something more useful."

At the mention of the statues, the needle pauses and points fixedly ahead of us for a few moments before continuing in its aimless progression.

"Huh, it just stopped spinning for a bit. Has it done that before?"

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You return to the statues.because itll be helpful and the narrator feels like it,the bit about the statues will be reposted. Okay,end of 4th wall break.The one nearest to you is of a scholarly woman clutching a candle,a woman with demonic wings and torn clothing. A cup is in her hands,A man in a cloak. A lantern is attached to his belt,this one is of a person...you can't tell the gender. they hold in their hands a small star.. A boy with a pocket watch,A smug boy who used to hold the strange,magic compass you had, they seem to be the youngest.You think you could remove the objects

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Hey,you guys ok? Do I need to add more info?

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23 hours ago, Beewolf said:

"I would like to get a better look at those statues, though. Maybe they can offer up something more useful."

I nod. “Sounds like a good idea,” I said. “I didn’t look too hard the first time I was there.” 

23 hours ago, Beewolf said:

Huh, it just stopped spinning for a bit. Has it done that before?"

I look down at the needle, but it was already spinning again. A magic compass sounded about as likely as anything else in this place. “Maybe? It paused when we were in the fake lands and pointed back there,“ I gesture in the direction of the cathedral, “but if it’s “magic,” then it’s doing a crap job. I ain’t going back in that building.”

In the familiar courtyard again, I crossed to inspect the statue of the boy with the watch. I remove the pocket watch and check the time.

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Sorry for my slow responses. I’ve got some school stuff that’s eating my free time this week. You’re doing good, I’ll ask for more if we get stumped : )

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2 hours ago, AngryCacti said:

“Maybe? It paused when we were in the fake lands and pointed back there,“ I gesture in the direction of the cathedral, “but if it’s “magic,” then it’s doing a crap job. I ain’t going back in that building.”

I nod vehemently in agreement and take note before slipping the compass into my hoodie's pouch. I approach the base of the nearest statue, the one of the man holding the lantern, and run my hands over it. I use his limbs as leverage to look for any inscriptions, maker's marks -- anything to help point the way as to how or why they came into being, grumbling at having so much surface area to cover.

I reach up to take the lantern, but pause, and cast a suspicious eye towards the fountain. It continues to burble ominously, with no clear bottom visible through the blood. "This isn't some sort of trap, right? Something isn't going to crawl out of the depths of Dracula's favorite lawn ornament over there if we take more that one object each or something? I would say I'm being paranoid, but no. I don't think I am."

I look over to see Jack inspecting the pocket watch. "What time are you getting on that thing, by the way?"

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There was...nothing..nothing to indicate who made this incredibly life like statue.like a large piece of rock wwawwas hit and it was there all along. The boy with ththe lantern eminated a sort od fierceness, a willingness to fight tooth and nail to achieve his goal.

 

The onlthing you can..truly figure out is that whoever made him,loved whoever this boy was very much,clear perfection and care put into his creation. also made to hold this lantern and this lantern alone.

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I stop my examination of the pocket watch to look apprehensively over my shoulder at the fountain, Sophie’s question fresh in my mind. “God, I hope not,” I said. 

2 hours ago, Beewolf said:

What time are you getting on that thing, by the way?"

“Four o’clock, same as the clock tower.” I respond. I consider pocketing the watch, remember the comment about Dracula, and put the watch back in the boy’s hands. “What’s the lantern like?” I motion to her statue as I move on to the next figure. “Is there anything in it?”

I investigate the statue of the woman with the cup. 

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She's very flirtatious looking,with that sense of danger. Every peice of fabric and fishnet seems like actual cloth,despite being cold marble. The same love and care was put into this one, along with being made for the cup she raised triumphantly.

The cup has a few drops of a golden liquid inside.It smells so sweet and almost intoxicating. Like chocolate and honey and pomegranate

 

The lantern has a small dial on the side,it's latch to open it rusted shut. you cant see into it really,like the void itself is contained inside

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17 hours ago, AngryCacti said:

“Four o’clock, same as the clock tower.” I respond. I consider pocketing the watch, remember the comment about Dracula, and put the watch back in the boy’s hands. “What’s the lantern like?” I motion to her statue as I move on to the next figure. “Is there anything in it?”

"Awesome." I sigh, glancing at the lantern, and notice the latch fused closed with rust. "And let me guess, along with the busted compass and pocket watch, that candle doesn't light, this lantern won't even open, and the star is only fit to be a tree topper. Would be great if they were holding like, a sword or a blunderbuss, or you know -- something actually useful. And no, I can't really make out what's inside, but I don't think the latch will budge." I try to jiggle it to make sure, and as expected, it doesn't move a centimeter.

"Anything in the cup?" I siddle up to the statue of the demoness. "Woah." I whistle lowly. "Well, I will say one thing: these statues are freakishly realistic. I can almost make out the weave of her fishnets."

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On 10/3/2019 at 3:40 PM, Beewolf said:

Anything in the cup?"

“Yeah.” I lift the cup from the woman’s hands and look inside, the smell hitting instantly. Did we ever get hungry in this place? I look at the liquid. “This would probably be a bad idea to drink, right?” I say half to myself. 

I move over to inspect the woman with the candle. “You think they’re important?” I look back at Sophie and gesture and the group of statutes. “All of this? You were inside the cathedral, right? Did you see anything that looked suspiciously like a star shaped keyhole?”

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