It's a bedroom. Or rather, a guestroom. A western styled guestroom with two beds, a nightstand, and wardrobe sitting out on the floor. There are windows on one of the walls, doors on two other walls. One leads to a bathroom with a toilet, sink, and tub with shower head. The other is the exit, locked as evident by the chain lock firmly in place on the door.
You know instinctively: <in order to get to your goal, you must find a way out of this room>
Unlike the previous room, however, there seems to be a growing clutter of objects strewn around the room, as if quickly stashed into the space without real thought to their places. A pile of casserole dishes that seems to have claimed a corner, some swords propped against a wall, a lute next to the first bed, a sharpened stick with a wet tip on the floor, a notebook with a feather quill left on the nightstand, some tarot cards left strewn underneath the notebook, a flower crown dangling on the curtains' rod, a dragon plush that seems to be staring at you ready to spring to life at a moment's notice half under second bed, with a bird-like monster with a witch hat laying right next to it.
Probably there are more things under the beds but you might be distracted by what's on them, instead: a collar hanging on the bedframe of the first bed, a red dress crumpled and thrown carelessly onto the first bed, a gun's holster that's half on the nightstand and half falling onto a pillow of the second bed.
Fortunately, the room is still… fairly comfortable. The sun has been swallowed up by the dark clouds rolling in. Outside, the wind is picking up, causing trees and flowers to sway harshly in its grip. The low rumbles of thunder in the distance signals the arrival of the storm, reverberating throughout the room, bringing some unease and foreboding to the heart.
The purple thorny vines pressing into the room through the cracks of the window's framing have spread even further, creeping along the walls. You want to think everything will be fine, you'll fix things and get out of this intact and with no one the wiser that there was ever a problem, but steadily, the doubt creeps in…
The moment the chain lock is removed, the door swings open without issue. The lights flicker. The sound of chains moving echo in the room again, and you can feel the weight on your throat get heavier, the pressure tightening. Reaching up to your neck still reveals nothing is physically there.
You exit the room. Whether you intend to just now or not, there's not really an option. There's a harsh pull against your neck, the invisible collar attached to an invisible leash. The sound of chains is so deafening as you're dragged forward--you made this choice to continue, you chose to go further and deeper, you chose to lose those precious seconds to get air and start to choke. You're running out of time. At this rate....
The lights go off again. You can't see anything. But you know you're now in another room.
[she'd be annoyed at the answer being that simple, but she gets kind of distracted by how much she hates all of this,
well, there's a heart to fix here so she should get to work. which is to say she's going to go pick up the red dress because gosh it's going to get wrinkled like that. take better care of your things battler]
Ushiromiya Battler believes Zyrak/Ember is better than what Zyrak/Ember believes themself to be. will make Zyrak/Ember better than what Zyrak/Ember believes themself to be.
[she does kind of like it as a matter of fact. note to self make that foursome happen asap.
she's going to very carefully set the dress down neatly and smooth it down before going to poke the collar. she has to look at everything now it can't be helped]
Door is locked. In fact, this time, it seems like the chainlock has been thoroughly nailed into the door and frame like someone's trying to keep a monster from escaping. Not so easy an unlock this time, alas.
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You know instinctively: <in order to get to your goal, you must find a way out of this room>
Unlike the previous room, however, there seems to be a growing clutter of objects strewn around the room, as if quickly stashed into the space without real thought to their places. A pile of casserole dishes that seems to have claimed a corner, some swords propped against a wall, a lute next to the first bed, a sharpened stick with a wet tip on the floor, a notebook with a feather quill left on the nightstand, some tarot cards left strewn underneath the notebook, a flower crown dangling on the curtains' rod, a dragon plush that seems to be staring at you ready to spring to life at a moment's notice half under second bed, with a bird-like monster with a witch hat laying right next to it.
Probably there are more things under the beds but you might be distracted by what's on them, instead: a collar hanging on the bedframe of the first bed, a red dress crumpled and thrown carelessly onto the first bed, a gun's holster that's half on the nightstand and half falling onto a pillow of the second bed.
Fortunately, the room is still… fairly comfortable. The sun has been swallowed up by the dark clouds rolling in. Outside, the wind is picking up, causing trees and flowers to sway harshly in its grip. The low rumbles of thunder in the distance signals the arrival of the storm, reverberating throughout the room, bringing some unease and foreboding to the heart.
The purple thorny vines pressing into the room through the cracks of the window's framing have spread even further, creeping along the walls. You want to think everything will be fine, you'll fix things and get out of this intact and with no one the wiser that there was ever a problem, but steadily, the doubt creeps in…
2nd Exit
You exit the room. Whether you intend to just now or not, there's not really an option. There's a harsh pull against your neck, the invisible collar attached to an invisible leash. The sound of chains is so deafening as you're dragged forward--you made this choice to continue, you chose to go further and deeper, you chose to lose those precious seconds to get air and start to choke. You're running out of time. At this rate....
The lights go off again. You can't see anything. But you know you're now in another room.
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well, there's a heart to fix here so she should get to work. which is to say she's going to go pick up the red dress because gosh it's going to get wrinkled like that. take better care of your things battler]
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Ushiromiya Battler
believes Zyrak/Ember is better than what Zyrak/Ember believes themself to be.will make Zyrak/Ember better than what Zyrak/Ember believes themself to be.Re: A Room
she's going to very carefully set the dress down neatly and smooth it down before going to poke the collar. she has to look at everything now it can't be helped]
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okay what's next what's next, let's go nightstands. let's pick up the notebook]
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Ushiromiya Battler appreciates there are more people to talk about literature with.
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So it's not influencing everything...
[what about the feather quill then]
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Ushiromiya Battler enjoys bullying Korone and awaits her bullying.
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poking the tarot cards too while she's at it!]
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Ushiromiya Battler wishes he could have done more to help Rhiannon, too.
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okay okay focus up, let's go look at the door instead. can the chain be removed this time too]
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...right, okay, right. she'll go in the bathroom and look in the tub]
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... except a toy boat at the bottom.
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she's going to regret this
but she's picking up the toy boat]
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Just what were you thinking would happen, silly witch?
Ushiromiya Battler will always take care of and love the one he seems to kill most.
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she does not trust.]
...Oh, you foolish man.
[she'll check out the toilet and sink while she's at it]
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Though the toilet seems to refill its tank pretty quick after the flush.
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let's look in the tank]
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[fine! she'll take the bolt cutters and go cut that fucking chain!]
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