revenance_rpg | What's this, what's this?

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What's this, what's this?

Characters: Anyone who wanted to go explore the mansion
Content: Exploration!!
Location: The abandoned mansion
Time of Day: Whenever
Warnings: None

There have been rumors of it being haunted. There have been suggestions that what's inside might not be what people remember. Which is correct?

No one can say for sure, and the mansion certainly isn't about talk. The only answer to questions is waiting inside.

So come, step in through the crack in the wall. Explore the forest and what lies beyond. The answers have to be there somewhere after all.]

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"This is different," North had to comment. If he wasn't able to look out and see the stairs they'd just come up, he could have sworn they were in a different building altogether. There was no real way to connect the two rooms, as far as he was concerned.

He walked around the room, looking at the pictures curiously, trying to put it all together in his mind.

Very much different, but not a bad sort of different. The light was a little brighter than Nepeta would have liked, but it wasn't a bad room. As a matter of fact, the pictures strewn around the place made it feel almost like home already. Honestly, if she hadn't seen them step through the door, she would have expected there to be some manner of shenanigans afoot.

"It is. But I don't think it's bad eifur."

It gave Wash the creeps.

He'd spent enough time with Namine, looked at enough of her art, to be able to recognize her pictures. Everything in here looked like she'd drawn it, and she had said she'd spent time in the mansion - this had likely been her room. That all checked out.

What didn't make sense was the pictures of people that weren't from Namine's world. He recognized a picture of himself, North, and York - one he hadn't seen her draw. There was one of Celestia and Luna. There was one of that kid, Emizel. There was one of Bolin. There was one of Ziva. Interspersed with pictures of the people Namine would likely have known during her time in the mansion were pictures of people from here - people Namine couldn't have known at the time.

"I don't like it," he said. "Something's off." He looked over at Nepeta. "Leave the crayons here. You can get new ones from the Moogles." He wasn't susceptible and he didn't believe in horror stories. He was just being cautious. They were in an abandoned mansion with inexplicable artwork in a dream world where magic was commonplace - it was a completely justified reaction.

North had to agree. The pictures were odd, and the fact that this room wasn't like any other part of the mansion was disconcerting. Still.

"Do you think there's a connection between the crayons and these drawings?" It was possible, but then, the crayons had been in a different room. And even then, it wasn't as if the drawings were possessed, right? They hadn't done anything, except be strange pictures on the wall.

For her part, Nepeta wasn't at certain there was a need to be concerned about the crayons. Sure, the drawing might have been new - or appeared as if they were new - but that didn't mean anything. The world was already dreaming and what was to say it couldn't dream new pictures of the people who had set foot in it?

Besides, they were only crayons, and not even Sgrub had made those cause alarm. Nor were the paintings any great problem.

"They might be? But I don't see why we should worry just beclaws of of some drawings."

"Because we don't know," Wash replied tersely, "and that's exactly the point. This whole place is weird, there could be magic here that we don't know about, and I'd rather not fuck with it. Leave the damned crayons here."

North didn't like where this was going. He was familiar enough with that tone of voice that he knew if he didn't step in, a fight would break out and that would be the last thing they needed.

"Wash, relax. They're just crayons. We already moved them out of one room and so far nothing out of the ordinary's happened." It was weird how nightmare attacks counted as ordinary all of a sudden. "Still, Nepeta, you might want to leave them here just in case. I'll get you some new ones from the moogles."

He wasn't sure how old Nepeta was, and if such a compromise would work, but it was the best he could come up with. Something told him they'd want to get out of this mansion soon, and fast.

Old enough to be able to deal without compromises. She was still pretty sure that Wash was overreacting to the whole thing, but she wasn't about to step in on someone else's attempts at moirallegiance. Or at least, something close to the same. It was a little hard to tell from only one instance.

"I don't really need them," she answered with a shrug, as she pulled the crayons back out and set them on the table. "But thanks for offurring anyway."

She still had plenty of chalk, and she that was really easier to work with anyway. (She did, however, make a mental note to figure out just why Wash was so absolutely terrified of a few simple drawings; something that would have to wait until later.)

The crayons glowed with a golden light and a chime sounded from somewhere within the mansion.

Wash's eyes widened and he whirled abruptly to face the door, gun in hand. When nothing happened in the next few seconds, he relaxed but kept the gun out. "What the hell," he demanded flatly, turning back to glance at North, then Nepeta and the crayons.

Which were still faintly glowing.

Wait.

"Was that supposed to be a good thing?"

"Thanks Nepeta," North replied. Though, the fact that the crayons started glowing came as a bit of a surprise, and he looked up when he heard the chime.

It was new to say the least.

"Well, we haven't been attacked by nightmares yet, and the roof and walls haven't started collapsing, so maybe it was."

Whatever happened, there was an excuse to leave the room.

"We should probably go check it out. I think the chime came from the other side of the mansion."

"Of course it was," Nepeta answered. "Haven't you two efur played FLARP?"

Sure, she hadn't been allowed to play the more extreme variants, but that didn't mean she was unaware of how things worked. Besides there was always something to indicate that you'd done something right in videogames, and even if this was a dream, she supposed it wasn't too much of a surprise to find things were similar here.

There was a short pause as Wash tried to figure out what the actual fuck Nepeta was talking about and failed.

"No," he replied flatly, mind already on other things. So putting the crayons back had been a good thing, and something - maybe the mansion itself, maybe something else entirely, who even knew - was showing its approval. But why? All they'd done was put something back where it belonged.

Wait a minute.

"Stay here," he said, heading towards the door. "I'm going to go test something."

FLARPing was definitely a new one on North. Vaguely he guessed it was similar to LARP, but he'd never engaged the hobby in either case so he couldn't be sure. He would have questioned further had Wash not started to leave.

"No way," he said, following quickly behind Wash. "The last thing we need to do is get separated in a place like this."

Had the question been asked, Nepeta would have been more than glad to answer to the best of her ability. However, like North, she too was distracted from such thoughts by Wash's suggestions. She certainly wasn't about to let him go alone, when he didn't seem to so much as understand the idea of this sort of quest.

"Purrcisely. You might want to go alone, but that's just meow reason to come with you!"

It wasn't exactly a huge place to get lost in, and Nepeta's logic wasn't making any sense whatsoever, but it was faster to let them follow than to stop and argue with them. "Fine," Wash replied, not breaking his stride. "Then keep up." He pulled his rifle off his back and headed down the stairs, making very quick work of the Nightmares that manifested in front of him. There were still a few left over, but between North, Nepeta, and the Spirits, he was pretty sure they'd be taken care of in short order.

Once he hit the foyer, he went straight for the plates in the corner, picking them up gingerly to keep them from breaking, then headed for the dining room, pushing the door open and placing the plates in the china cabinet. Time to see if he was right.

The plates glowed gold, and that same chime sounded from somewhere in the mansion.

"Wash, slow down!" North called out, finally catching up to him in the dining room. Not that he'd been particularly slow, but some of the nightmares had caught him by surprise and fighting them off had taken longer than he'd thought.

"Let other people have a chance solving the puzzles."

It wasn't a huge place to get lost in right now, but there was no guarantee that things would stay the same forever. It was already obviously a puzzle and who knew what would happen with something like that, much less how many pieces to the puzzle there actually were. Still, she wasn't about to let that stop her just at the moment, and she made her way into the dining room just barely after North.

"Right. There isn't a purrize fur seeing how fast you can whiskers out an answer to things!"

"I know it's not a race. That wasn't the point," Wash said flatly, glancing over his shoulder at them. "The point was to figure out if this would work, and it did. It's putting things back where they belong. The plates go in here - the crayons went in the other room - there's probably something in the other room that goes somewhere else. There's another room upstairs - if we know what's in there, we can probably figure out what's missing."

"Still, that's no reason to go running off like that," North said. After all, three heads were better than one, both in solving puzzles and in fighting nightmares.

"But now that we've figured it out, we can put our heads together to figure out what it is. Let's go check out the last room."

"Could have fooled me!" Nepeta answered with a smile. Not that she was complaining, really. She was already plenty capable of keeping up, and she certainly didn't mind taking care of the Nightmares that turned up. But there wasn't any way to deny that Wash had been going rather fast.

"Alright."

"Okay, back up the stairs." Because it wasn't worth it to keep arguing with these two about whether it had been a race - which it hadn't, jeez - when there was more to this puzzle to solve. He headed out of the dining room and up the opposite set of stairs this time, making sure Nepeta and North were with him and fighting his way through the Nightmares when they popped up. "Why do they only show up on the stairs?" He wasn't expecting an answer; that didn't stop it from being annoying as hell.

Once they'd taken out the last of the Nightmares and reached the top of the stairs, he headed over to the door and pushed it open.

This is a wide open room, distinguishable as a library only by the bookshelves that line the walls, filled to the brim with books and, in one corner, a golden vase. In the center of the room, there is a small, rectangular table with a strange symbol drawn on its surface in chalk. The symbol looks to be incomplete, however.

North said nothing in response to Wash's comment. There was no point in complaining since the nightmares weren't going to listen to them. He also didn't say anything about stumbling on the stairs, and he hoped that no one would notice. With Wash racing on ahead, maybe he'd get lucky.

He looked around the room, noting that it was in a similar condition to the others, old, dusty, and unused for quite some time. The main objective now was to figure out what was out of place.

"Hey, do you think finishing this symbol will do anything?"

It was the only thing he could see. Unless the vase wasn't supposed to be there.

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