Mm. Keeping things as uniform as possible really helps in a pinch. [She's distracted by wringing her hair and shirt out - how is there so much excess water what the hell - doesn't realize there's a coat being draped over her shoulders. She stiffens up, bites back a noise of surprise, but chuckles softly with relief once she makes the connection.] Thank you. [She smiles at him, pulling the coat even tighter around herself once he makes sure she's nice and snug. So warm. Much better.]
I hope so.
[His fingers brush through her hair, and her gaze shifts upward to silently watch him. Nothing but smiles from her. She can't help it either.
She keeps close to him, only a few steps behind, taking in their surroundings along the way. Trying to rack her brain for anything she might know about this place. It seems familiar? But not entirely. Think, think. It must've been abandoned for a reason.]
[ despite their previous conversations, he's still appreciative of good cheer. the small smile he brings out isn't seen unless wendy decides to focus on his face entirely as he begins his walk towards the fireplace — all that's brought out of him is a soft heh. better for them, better to get wendy warm, and better as a start to get their footing in this new realm. it's certainly an old fashioned mansion — a place he would like if there was better technology to suit him, his money, and his massive armory. not to mention certain hidden compartments he custom requested.
by the time they reach the fireplace however, august stretches one hand out with his palm facing wendy; stop. ]
Wait a moment... [ he says as he leans down towards a puddle of red, and then towards the side door where red stains are. ] Even without touching it one can tell it's fresh blood.
[ back on his feet, he turns towards wendy as he pulls out the lady grey. ]
Hm? [She straightens up, grip tightening on the coat. She stops in her tracks, not daring to take another step.] We’re not?
[…Okay so maybe she wants to take a closer look. So she does approach specifically after being told not to. But she’s curious (as always) and is slow and careful about her steps (also as always). He has his gun out it’s totally fine. Nothing to worry about, right? There’s no one else here - at least close enough to notice. The storm is loud outside. That doesn’t help matters much.]
[ he nods to confirm that yes, someone else is here. if there's blood then it's a sign of danger to the both of them — august is going to keep her safe despite her scientific curiosity not heeding his words. hopefully it does later. ]
Stay here and let me handle what's behind the door.
[ an order as he heads towards the mystery. the door is unlocked and he finds himself in a quiet hallway, but he follows the trail to wet sounds and the crunching of... something. the results of his find, however, ends with a hail of bullets that wendy can't see unless she's there. a minute later he returns: still clean, and reloading his smg. ]
Found out what it is. [ the sound of his gun makes two clicks. ] Bloody zombies... so everyone fictional is simply reality here.
[Wendy stays put this time, her nerves getting the better of her. She’s not a fighter. Doesn’t know the first thing about it. More of a run-and-hider engaging only when extremely necessary.
She flinches when the first wave of gunfire pierces through the otherwise rather calm atmosphere of the place. He’s capable. It’s fine. But she’s still visibly relieved once he comes back.]
Of course zombies are real. What made you think they aren’t? [She’s so matter-of-fact about it. Miss Know-It-All. Get with the program, August.]
You destroyed the brain, right? [An amused little smile.] Or else we still have company.
More of I haven't encountered them yet. Felt like I was reading a book again. [ he lets his smg rest over his shoulder before he answers her second question. ] The brain, its muscles, and its bones. Shouldn't be able to get back on its feet anytime soon. Unless these particular ones come back even after being decimated... I know you're under a different department, but would you be able to recognize it if you see it?
[ and hope to god it doesn't regenerate. he has the bullets, but it would be nice if it stayed down. ]
Maybe? I can take a look. [She’s seen plenty of nightmare creatures in her time, both human and non. It’s worth a shot. Maybe the filing cabinet of knowledge inside her head will prove to be useful.]
Zombies are zombies regardless of what sub-class they fall into. As long as you destroy the brain you’re fine… Unless I’m missing some seriously important details.
[ there's a shrug of his shoulders as he leads wendy to the left of the hall they enter. there's a small space to rest with two chairs, a lamp hanging on the wall, and two bodies on the ground resting over a pool of blood. one of the bodies says S.T.A.R.S. on the shoulder. a man's head rests on the left, parted from his head. ]
The poor bastard was eaten alive from the looks of it. Signs of a struggle.
[No wait don’t stray too far. Wendy scampers to catch up with him and stay close, unable to stop her head from whipping around constantly while her eyes scan over every possible nook and cranny surrounding them.]
Oh. Special Tactics and Rescue Service. [There’s a familiarity there. She’s trying to keep her disgust in check. For someone who deals in death (basically), Wendy still doesn’t handle some things well. Like this. That sure is a severed head. Right there.]
Seems fresh. Definite signs of struggle. The zombie - do you think that was the only one here?
[ what august knows about zombies is that if one is there, there might be more around. perhaps the rest of the staff and residents were unfortunately infected is a thought, or this is a stray due to something in the water? should they feel peckish then they need to find canned or bottled supplies. already he doesn't trust the mansion's hidden potential and secrets. perhaps if he was alone he wouldn't be shy with looking for the source, but wendy is here and she need to be kept safe. ]
Best to find a room and barricade it. I can deal with whatever shows up, but I imagine we'll be safe that way. They're slow on their feet at least. [ and then he goes to the corner of the room and spots another door. ] How do you know of their team?
[‘Course there has to be more than one. Just her luck, right? She knows they tend to roam in packs. It’s inevitable thanks to their nature of spreading their… condition. She chooses not to say anything about his negativity, because he’s most likely correct. There are bound to be more of them around.]
Oh - some of them are in the rotation. I’ve read plenty about them and their world. Seems pretty bleak. Ex-military, special ops.
[ he's fought with ex-military and special ops in the games. he has the training to fight on equal footing with them. to see them decimated like this however... it makes him curious what kind of enemies he's going to be dealing with aside from the slow zombies. are there faster ones? are there other human beings out there? that august isn't sure of but it also means more people out of the binary in the fog, he assumes.
the door to the outside is locked. he'll break through it later — who knows if it's a protective barrier or jail. ]
You should go back. Keep yourself safe from this world. [ august pulls out the magazine of his smg and counts the bullets. all right, everything's in order as he places it back. ] We can speak later.
And I have no plans on letting you get hurt. [ ever, despite their unfinished argument. ever, because of what he's done before. ] I'm perfectly capable of dealing with the situation, but it would be safer for you to return for now.
[ this is the part where he begins to walk over towards the nearby door. august leans his head closer to the door — no sound. he tests the handle to see if it's locked. it isn't. he lets the door open up and it reveals a dark hallway. ]
You must go. Now. Surely you have a shortcut here that leads back...
[See her not moving? Because she isn’t. And she won’t. He’ll have to push her, force her to go.]
Not saying you aren’t capable. I just - I don’t even know where we are. Or what we’re truly stuck here with. You really think splitting up is a good idea?
[It’s not. It never is. She used to run those scenarios all the time. Force the kids to split. Divide and conquer for maximum suffering.
She’s shaking her head, muttering to herself, trying to keep herself together as she fishes her phone out and starts tapping.]
I’ll look. But you’re coming with me. Don’t even try saying no. [A brief glance up at him while he checks the door, her expression deadly serious. This is her putting her foot down.]
[ immediately he bites his tongue. this isn't the time to argue when all he wants her is to be safe. her work, he notices, tends to provide entrances and exits and safety because they're supposed to be immune to trials and what other shenanigans go on in the fog, right? so there should be one available wherever they are. the thought of no exit for employees doesn't come to mind as he looks back towards her.
in addition to that, he almost slips and raises his voice and he doesn't want to yell at her at all. august lets out a sigh. ]
I know your place of work is safe from all this nonsense. That's why I want you to go back.
[That is not what? Her hip pops, her free hand placed on it. She fidgets with her phone. Her jaw is set, and she sucks on her teeth some. There’s the annoyance, the slow but steady loss of patience.
It’s a good thing he decides not to finish that thought. And that he gets his tone and volume under control. Because if he’s gonna yell? She’s gonna yell right back. And they really don’t need to give away their presence or location right now. That would be extremely careless of them wouldn’t it?]
Would be great if there was one. We’d have to keep looking. There really isn’t much in the files - everything’s redacted for some reason. [He sighs, she huffs, her posture relaxes. Where August’s file had plenty of fields marked N/A when she managed to pull it up (it took far too much digging only to be rewarded with absolutely nothing), the write-up for this place is just… blocks of black. All over. Barely readable. And she doesn’t have the clearance.]
[ "Everything's redacted" — so this place is a classified area of sorts. a realm that the eldritch being brings to life yet everything found here is a secret. already his danger senses go wild as he thinks about it the more they're in this place. what's here to the point that her workplace — the place that should be facilitating everything about the fog — keeps certain things classified? ]
Redacted. Wonder if that means there's something dangerous in this world. [ close to her because he's going to push her in the moment he see's it — anything to keep her safe. ] And no exits yet...
[ he leads her through the dark corridor — a window reveals the outside which rains like mad, the barking of wolves still there — and they eventually end up in a small room with a birdcage, stairs, and... a dead body on the ground. immediately he points the lady grey smg at its head and sprays all the bullets in his magazine until his gun is left smoking and the head is obliterated. it's quick, his reload.
there's a key in the birdcage that he doesn't spot along with groans of the undead coming from the second floor. there are two. ]
[Lots of frantic scrolling and tapping from her while they talk. There’s gotta be something useful here - but so far? No luck.]
Your guess is as good as mine. Whatever info she provides to us is finely curated. You don’t even wanna know how far I dug to even get your name. [She freezes up. Shit. Shouldn’t have said that. But it’s too late now.
She holds her pointer finger up as she keeps looking through her phone, correcting him about the exit situation:] None besides the way we came in. Maybe.
[Creepy dark corridor? She really doesn’t want to go down there. But she has to. And she uses the light from her phone screen to illuminate the floor along the way.
As soon as she spots the body she comes to an abrupt stop. Is it moving? Doesn’t seem like—-
He’s shooting at it and she nearly screams from surprise, both hands over her mouth and nearly dropping her phone. Get it together!! Jeez…
But at least it’s not getting up, right? Right.
Just gonna… pretend that embarrassment didn’t happen just now. And take a look around the small room.]
[ as long as the head is in pieces that should be the end of it, right?
though he hears what she says — how far did she dig to find his name? — he's more occupied with the other strange sounds coming from the upstairs. already he sees the sources with how one zombie tumbles down the stairs: thud, thud, thud it goes before it slowly begins to stand again. the other takes slow steps down the stairs by comparison, but august knows its one goal in mind already.
there's no shyness with the way he whips his weapon towards the closer undead first, spraying all the bullets in his magazine until it drops on the floor. august pops the magazine out and replaces it with a fresh one before doing the same to the other, which drops on the stairs. empty. reload. ]
We'll have to wait for the storm to stop then, it seems. The weather does change in these places, don't they?
[ august kicks the fallen zombie to see if it moves. it does not.
Is that a birdcage? With no bird. Wendy’s close to opening it and checking inside but there’s another jumpscare. Two, actually. In quick succession.
He wastes no time disposing of them. She keeps a safe distance behind him, momentarily glancing around to check if they’re being sneaked up on. They aren’t. Thank goodness. Just the two that are now in heaps.
He doesn’t seem bothered by this? All cool and collected… Almost like he always is. Curious. Her heart’s well on its way to returning to her chest cavity, her breathing under control.
In this moment she is beyond grateful for his uncatalogued weapon. They would be sunk without it, and it would be all her fault for separating him from it. (Just how much ammunition does he have anyway? He never seems to run out. Always reloading without a problem.)
…Oh, wait. There’s a key? She plucks it from the cage for a closer look.]
Yeah it should. Not like we have a radar or anything so who knows what’s going to happen out there. [She sounds distracted while she talks. But then she’s approaching him and holding up what she’s found.] What’s this to, y’think? Door, cabinet…?
[ no more sounds from up above, whether they be footsteps or the pained moans of the dead — nothing. good, then they're safe for now. he doesn't pocket his weapon into the holster for safety. what other surprises are in store after they climb and enter a room? that's for them to find out. he can break them down, or — ]
Hmm... I'm not certain. [ a key, out in the open? someone must have left it around. he's not the only one with sharp eyes it seems. ] We'll have to figure it out with every locked door we see if you're that curious. Feels like a puzzle, this.
[ a haunted house with a puzzle. almost like it's straight out of a novel — like zombies, for instance. ]
We have to keep moving to look for a better room. [ he returns the key to her before he begins going up the stairs. ] Hopefully none of them are as small as a closet, wherever this one leads.
[ by the time he reaches the second floor, it leads to a singular door. he opens it, and they're on the second floor of the dining room with the fireplace. there's a statue across them holding something that sparkles in the light, and another set of groans. ]
[She’s already on it before he makes the suggestion. Wendy scouring every inch of their current location, slipping the key into his coat pocket for safekeeping once he gives it back. This place is dark - she doesn’t want to chance dropping and losing it somewhere. If she spots a keyhole, she’ll try it.]
I don’t even wanna know how many rooms this place could have… she can alter things however she sees fit. Could be a never-ending maze. Could just be two floors. Anything in between. [A downer as always - but she’s sharing what she knows based on previous experience and the things she’s witnessed herself. Anything could happen, even if this realm is truly abandoned. The Entity is everywhere all at once. This could be nothing or a stupid trap.
Ah - nope. Wait! Wait for her. Wendy hurries herself to the stairs, not wanting to be too far. And she meets him at the top. She squints, as if doing so will make her hear better.]
[ before august answers, he whips out his other weapon. a handgun with a unique design by comparison to those of the past. it doesn't take long for him to pull the trigger towards the zombie across from them. initially his bollet goes flying completely off direction, as if heading straight for a wall. instead it pauses in midair, and then gracefully aims for the zombie's head.
it drops, and august lowers the whistler. ]
No more of them, you mean.
[ another shot is sent out however. one where the bullet redirects towards the state, and whatever shiny object it had on the top of its head topples down onto the first floor table. he returns the whistler and begins to walk around until he sees part of the railing broken. perfect, an exit. there's another door at the end of the hall that he walks over to first and opens it without problem before he shuts it.
Leads back to where we started.
[ fine. he'll go see what he found instead, to which he walks over towards the broken railing and jumps down. from there he keeps his weapons and extends his arms wide while looking at wendy. ]
She also has a headache. These things are most likely unrelated but who knows.]
That’s helpful. [Going back to the beginning. Only not. The exasperated sarcasm in her voice says it all.
Jump? Oh uh. She gets close to the broken railing, but not too close, and sorta cranes her neck to estimate just how high of a jump he’s talking about here. Regardless of how high - she doesn’t like that. And she’s going to be a baby about it.]
N-No it’s okay. [And she leaves it at that. What ever happened to not splitting up, Wendy? It’s not that she doesn’t trust him or anything… She sorta paces by the spot like a nervous animal.
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I hope so.
[His fingers brush through her hair, and her gaze shifts upward to silently watch him. Nothing but smiles from her. She can't help it either.
She keeps close to him, only a few steps behind, taking in their surroundings along the way. Trying to rack her brain for anything she might know about this place. It seems familiar? But not entirely. Think, think. It must've been abandoned for a reason.]
You're good at this. A true professional.
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by the time they reach the fireplace however, august stretches one hand out with his palm facing wendy; stop. ]
Wait a moment... [ he says as he leans down towards a puddle of red, and then towards the side door where red stains are. ] Even without touching it one can tell it's fresh blood.
[ back on his feet, he turns towards wendy as he pulls out the lady grey. ]
We're not alone.
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[…Okay so maybe she wants to take a closer look. So she does approach specifically after being told not to. But she’s curious (as always) and is slow and careful about her steps (also as always). He has his gun out it’s totally fine. Nothing to worry about, right? There’s no one else here - at least close enough to notice. The storm is loud outside. That doesn’t help matters much.]
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Stay here and let me handle what's behind the door.
[ an order as he heads towards the mystery. the door is unlocked and he finds himself in a quiet hallway, but he follows the trail to wet sounds and the crunching of... something. the results of his find, however, ends with a hail of bullets that wendy can't see unless she's there. a minute later he returns: still clean, and reloading his smg. ]
Found out what it is. [ the sound of his gun makes two clicks. ] Bloody zombies... so everyone fictional is simply reality here.
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She flinches when the first wave of gunfire pierces through the otherwise rather calm atmosphere of the place. He’s capable. It’s fine. But she’s still visibly relieved once he comes back.]
Of course zombies are real. What made you think they aren’t? [She’s so matter-of-fact about it. Miss Know-It-All. Get with the program, August.]
You destroyed the brain, right? [An amused little smile.] Or else we still have company.
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[ and hope to god it doesn't regenerate. he has the bullets, but it would be nice if it stayed down. ]
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Zombies are zombies regardless of what sub-class they fall into. As long as you destroy the brain you’re fine… Unless I’m missing some seriously important details.
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The poor bastard was eaten alive from the looks of it. Signs of a struggle.
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Oh. Special Tactics and Rescue Service. [There’s a familiarity there. She’s trying to keep her disgust in check. For someone who deals in death (basically), Wendy still doesn’t handle some things well. Like this. That sure is a severed head. Right there.]
Seems fresh. Definite signs of struggle. The zombie - do you think that was the only one here?
[There’s no other door? That she can see. Hmm.]
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[ what august knows about zombies is that if one is there, there might be more around. perhaps the rest of the staff and residents were unfortunately infected is a thought, or this is a stray due to something in the water? should they feel peckish then they need to find canned or bottled supplies. already he doesn't trust the mansion's hidden potential and secrets. perhaps if he was alone he wouldn't be shy with looking for the source, but wendy is here and she need to be kept safe. ]
Best to find a room and barricade it. I can deal with whatever shows up, but I imagine we'll be safe that way. They're slow on their feet at least. [ and then he goes to the corner of the room and spots another door. ] How do you know of their team?
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[‘Course there has to be more than one. Just her luck, right? She knows they tend to roam in packs. It’s inevitable thanks to their nature of spreading their… condition. She chooses not to say anything about his negativity, because he’s most likely correct. There are bound to be more of them around.]
Oh - some of them are in the rotation. I’ve read plenty about them and their world. Seems pretty bleak. Ex-military, special ops.
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[ he's fought with ex-military and special ops in the games. he has the training to fight on equal footing with them. to see them decimated like this however... it makes him curious what kind of enemies he's going to be dealing with aside from the slow zombies. are there faster ones? are there other human beings out there? that august isn't sure of but it also means more people out of the binary in the fog, he assumes.
the door to the outside is locked. he'll break through it later — who knows if it's a protective barrier or jail. ]
You should go back. Keep yourself safe from this world. [ august pulls out the magazine of his smg and counts the bullets. all right, everything's in order as he places it back. ] We can speak later.
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[Wendy’s not quite sure what’s worse - being killed permanently or being killed and brought back, killed and brought back, over and over and over…
She blinks, shakes her head. Did she hear him correctly?]
What? No. I’m not going anywhere. [A frown.] We can speak later, but I’m not leaving you here. That’s absolutely out of the question.
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[ this is the part where he begins to walk over towards the nearby door. august leans his head closer to the door — no sound. he tests the handle to see if it's locked. it isn't. he lets the door open up and it reveals a dark hallway. ]
You must go. Now. Surely you have a shortcut here that leads back...
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[See her not moving? Because she isn’t. And she won’t. He’ll have to push her, force her to go.]
Not saying you aren’t capable. I just - I don’t even know where we are. Or what we’re truly stuck here with. You really think splitting up is a good idea?
[It’s not. It never is. She used to run those scenarios all the time. Force the kids to split. Divide and conquer for maximum suffering.
She’s shaking her head, muttering to herself, trying to keep herself together as she fishes her phone out and starts tapping.]
I’ll look. But you’re coming with me. Don’t even try saying no. [A brief glance up at him while he checks the door, her expression deadly serious. This is her putting her foot down.]
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[ immediately he bites his tongue. this isn't the time to argue when all he wants her is to be safe. her work, he notices, tends to provide entrances and exits and safety because they're supposed to be immune to trials and what other shenanigans go on in the fog, right? so there should be one available wherever they are. the thought of no exit for employees doesn't come to mind as he looks back towards her.
in addition to that, he almost slips and raises his voice and he doesn't want to yell at her at all. august lets out a sigh. ]
I know your place of work is safe from all this nonsense. That's why I want you to go back.
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It’s a good thing he decides not to finish that thought. And that he gets his tone and volume under control. Because if he’s gonna yell? She’s gonna yell right back. And they really don’t need to give away their presence or location right now. That would be extremely careless of them wouldn’t it?]
Would be great if there was one. We’d have to keep looking. There really isn’t much in the files - everything’s redacted for some reason. [He sighs, she huffs, her posture relaxes. Where August’s file had plenty of fields marked N/A when she managed to pull it up (it took far too much digging only to be rewarded with absolutely nothing), the write-up for this place is just… blocks of black. All over. Barely readable. And she doesn’t have the clearance.]
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Redacted. Wonder if that means there's something dangerous in this world. [ close to her because he's going to push her in the moment he see's it — anything to keep her safe. ] And no exits yet...
[ he leads her through the dark corridor — a window reveals the outside which rains like mad, the barking of wolves still there — and they eventually end up in a small room with a birdcage, stairs, and... a dead body on the ground. immediately he points the lady grey smg at its head and sprays all the bullets in his magazine until his gun is left smoking and the head is obliterated. it's quick, his reload.
there's a key in the birdcage that he doesn't spot along with groans of the undead coming from the second floor. there are two. ]
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Your guess is as good as mine. Whatever info she provides to us is finely curated. You don’t even wanna know how far I dug to even get your name. [She freezes up. Shit. Shouldn’t have said that. But it’s too late now.
She holds her pointer finger up as she keeps looking through her phone, correcting him about the exit situation:] None besides the way we came in. Maybe.
[Creepy dark corridor? She really doesn’t want to go down there. But she has to. And she uses the light from her phone screen to illuminate the floor along the way.
As soon as she spots the body she comes to an abrupt stop. Is it moving? Doesn’t seem like—-
He’s shooting at it and she nearly screams from surprise, both hands over her mouth and nearly dropping her phone. Get it together!! Jeez…
But at least it’s not getting up, right? Right.
Just gonna… pretend that embarrassment didn’t happen just now. And take a look around the small room.]
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though he hears what she says — how far did she dig to find his name? — he's more occupied with the other strange sounds coming from the upstairs. already he sees the sources with how one zombie tumbles down the stairs: thud, thud, thud it goes before it slowly begins to stand again. the other takes slow steps down the stairs by comparison, but august knows its one goal in mind already.
there's no shyness with the way he whips his weapon towards the closer undead first, spraying all the bullets in his magazine until it drops on the floor. august pops the magazine out and replaces it with a fresh one before doing the same to the other, which drops on the stairs. empty. reload. ]
We'll have to wait for the storm to stop then, it seems. The weather does change in these places, don't they?
[ august kicks the fallen zombie to see if it moves. it does not.
(it will, eventually.) ]
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Anyway.
Is that a birdcage? With no bird. Wendy’s close to opening it and checking inside but there’s another jumpscare. Two, actually. In quick succession.
He wastes no time disposing of them. She keeps a safe distance behind him, momentarily glancing around to check if they’re being sneaked up on. They aren’t. Thank goodness. Just the two that are now in heaps.
He doesn’t seem bothered by this? All cool and collected… Almost like he always is. Curious. Her heart’s well on its way to returning to her chest cavity, her breathing under control.
In this moment she is beyond grateful for his uncatalogued weapon. They would be sunk without it, and it would be all her fault for separating him from it. (Just how much ammunition does he have anyway? He never seems to run out. Always reloading without a problem.)
…Oh, wait. There’s a key? She plucks it from the cage for a closer look.]
Yeah it should. Not like we have a radar or anything so who knows what’s going to happen out there. [She sounds distracted while she talks. But then she’s approaching him and holding up what she’s found.] What’s this to, y’think? Door, cabinet…?
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Hmm... I'm not certain. [ a key, out in the open? someone must have left it around. he's not the only one with sharp eyes it seems. ] We'll have to figure it out with every locked door we see if you're that curious. Feels like a puzzle, this.
[ a haunted house with a puzzle. almost like it's straight out of a novel — like zombies, for instance. ]
We have to keep moving to look for a better room. [ he returns the key to her before he begins going up the stairs. ] Hopefully none of them are as small as a closet, wherever this one leads.
[ by the time he reaches the second floor, it leads to a singular door. he opens it, and they're on the second floor of the dining room with the fireplace. there's a statue across them holding something that sparkles in the light, and another set of groans. ]
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I don’t even wanna know how many rooms this place could have… she can alter things however she sees fit. Could be a never-ending maze. Could just be two floors. Anything in between. [A downer as always - but she’s sharing what she knows based on previous experience and the things she’s witnessed herself. Anything could happen, even if this realm is truly abandoned. The Entity is everywhere all at once. This could be nothing or a stupid trap.
Ah - nope. Wait! Wait for her. Wendy hurries herself to the stairs, not wanting to be too far. And she meets him at the top. She squints, as if doing so will make her hear better.]
More of them?
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it drops, and august lowers the whistler. ]
No more of them, you mean.
[ another shot is sent out however. one where the bullet redirects towards the state, and whatever shiny object it had on the top of its head topples down onto the first floor table. he returns the whistler and begins to walk around until he sees part of the railing broken. perfect, an exit. there's another door at the end of the hall that he walks over to first and opens it without problem before he shuts it.
Leads back to where we started.
[ fine. he'll go see what he found instead, to which he walks over towards the broken railing and jumps down. from there he keeps his weapons and extends his arms wide while looking at wendy. ]
Jump. I'll catch you.
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She also has a headache. These things are most likely unrelated but who knows.]
That’s helpful. [Going back to the beginning. Only not. The exasperated sarcasm in her voice says it all.
Jump? Oh uh. She gets close to the broken railing, but not too close, and sorta cranes her neck to estimate just how high of a jump he’s talking about here. Regardless of how high - she doesn’t like that. And she’s going to be a baby about it.]
N-No it’s okay. [And she leaves it at that. What ever happened to not splitting up, Wendy? It’s not that she doesn’t trust him or anything… She sorta paces by the spot like a nervous animal.
Please go get her.]
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warning lower the volume
what if i don’t tho
but ur ears??
no :)
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supposed to sleep now but
u sneak
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