[log] Event: Howl [open]

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Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

Comments

[despiteeverything]

You're a lot nicer, then.

[Their voice is quiet as they say that. The kind of quiet that one doesn't expect anyone to actually be listening, but still have something they want to say.

They're not so sure what to do about mazes, especially ones they can't see. Eventually they do speak up.]

Where are we going? [No, that's not a good question.] What does it look like?

[rubikscomplex]

You're funny.

[It's good they change their question as House is about to mock them.]

It looks like you're pointing at a tree growing out of the side of a wall, which means we're in for a gravity shift. Ever seen an M.C. Escher painting? Impossible angles and architecture. That's this place.

[despiteeverything]

[Frisk hums at his response.]

Wish I could see.

[Sounds... almost kind of like it could be fun. Like the Underground, in a way. A mishmash of possibilities that shouldn't be, but are. Though... they frown, watching the beast as it shuffled about, trying to figure where it's heading.]

You said... that way we're going, it's going to be down soon?

[rubikscomplex]

And if wishes were fishes, none of us would be starving. [It's a muttered sneer to himself. But the question has him glancing over at Frisk, a little surprised that they're thinking in those terms. Color him mildly impressed.]

Yeah. Get ready to push yourself up. [House pauses only briefly.] I'm taking it you're good at spatial reasoning.

[despiteeverything]

I guess? [What's spatial reasoning.] You said gravity was gonna shift.

[And even if gravity wasn't one of the most basic scientific concepts, Toriel has definitely been keeping them up to date on their studies as best as she could. Both back home and here, while she was here.

That being said they brace themselves for the inevitable shift in what's down.]

[rubikscomplex]

[It comes after a few more steps, and they're suddenly falling sideways about five feet as gravity reorients itself. House pulls Frisk close, instinctively, and turns so that he takes the brunt of any impact. He grunts, but forces himself up after only a second or two, jerking the kid along. Given that he doesn't want to talk about that--House suspects a 'thank you' might be forthcoming--the doctor keeps leading them.]

Point toward whatever we're going after. I need to make sure we're still on the right course.

[despiteeverything]

[They're somewhat prepared for the fall they've had more than a few in their day. They're less prepared for House to take the brunt of it for them.

He may not give them the chance to thank him as they get to their feet, but there's still gratitude in their voice as they speak - after a moment to reorient themselves their previous quarry.]

Down that way.

[They do point downwards, a bit to their right.]

But it's like it's coming up, sorta.

[rubikscomplex]

[There's another little jerk on their arm as he adjusts course.]

Describe it. Tell me where the light it.

[despiteeverything]

[They hesitate. Can he not see it? This must be why they had to work together.]

's tall. Got a lot of eyes. It's like it's... spinning, sorta. But the eyes are always watching us.

[Rotating would be a better word.]

There's a mouth on one side. It's spinning too, but the light's there.

[rubikscomplex]

Are we talking tornado spinning or something else? And how fast is it going?

[He really doesn't want to stick his hand in this thing's mouth. Like seriously. But Frisk doing it isn't an option.]