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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 5, 2016 19:22:49 GMT -8
(A little of both, weighted toward physical.)
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 5, 2016 19:25:35 GMT -8
Trevor focuses his sight on the spiritual, looking back down the stairs and up at the sky light. Not much use for the latter when all to see is darkness.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 5, 2016 19:34:35 GMT -8
Down the stairs it was like the steps curled away, irised out, and he could see a descent into a low eternity. Looking up high, glimpsing through the coffee colored film of glass, he could see all the way to the silvery void. Just a sense of where paths led, much less ability to sense what beings he'd find in either direction.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 5, 2016 19:41:14 GMT -8
Trevor pondered on whether the rats preferred taking the physical or spirit paths.
Where was he, exactly? Did the stairs lead up to an attic? To another level of the house? Maybe switching to his standard sight would help to place it?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 5, 2016 19:44:24 GMT -8
No need to switch. Maybe it's just a general purpose top floor. The door seems normal enough, he feels like there's a room past it.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 5, 2016 19:55:22 GMT -8
Trevor goes in, hoping he's not walking into a utility closet.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 5, 2016 20:03:05 GMT -8
He was in an ooky hall. He could tell it led in a loop around the floor, left and right made no difference. The center of the floor was open somehow, empty. He couldn't see it from where he stood. There were some kind of ways further up - to attics perhaps, or the roof.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 5, 2016 20:05:45 GMT -8
Would it be possible to reach the roof? What was the best way to ascend?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 5, 2016 20:10:04 GMT -8
He felt like there was a way close by. Past a fallen beam, over a patch of exposed fiberglass, through a bit of moldy hall... Oh. It was just a hole in the roof. Below it was another hole to the floor below, caused by water damage.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 5, 2016 20:12:20 GMT -8
Was it big enough for a thin person to get through, or would that be impossible?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 5, 2016 20:17:10 GMT -8
It was definitely big enough to fit a Trevor or four through. The air outside was damp but not currently raining.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 5, 2016 20:27:02 GMT -8
Even rain couldn't stop the curious cat. Up he went!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 5, 2016 20:37:20 GMT -8
He slipped on the opening twice, but managed to climb out. The roof was covered with moss, and under that some kind of utterly worn out weather sheeting, and under that more typical roof materials. Everywhere it was worn through, warped, bubbled, sagging, or otherwise treacherous. He could see the overall shape of the roof was a loop. Inside the loop was a filthy skylight over an interior space. Outside the loop, it was a black and grey city. Harlan. Esque.
But everywhere the geography didn't make physical sense. Spirit pathways led to duplicates and triplicates of streets and buildings. Each version of a building was inspired by a time in which it had been important to some creatures of the material world. Some buildings had no equivalent, some had dozens. The dominant versions in this shadow city? Whichever were the darkest and most empty of meaning.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 5, 2016 20:46:43 GMT -8
Was this version of Harlan devoid of anything but darkness, buildings, and their furnishings? Except for that mildew in his room, Trevor hadn't bumped into anything animal-like (when not including the others involved with the war effort).
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 26, 2016 17:21:17 GMT -8
Trevor went about his business and settled in for a day that never came, but still somehow was felt. All of the vampires came to rest...
The next night, Santi rallied the troops to make preparations. Each new vamp that was going out into Harlan was required to have a crowboy to mask their scent.
But Trevor's turn did not come. Santi had tasked him with finding and assembling as many useful spirits as possible. In rituals he discovered the city's flimsy population of abominations, but couldn't make much use of them. Between efforts, he rested. During one such rest,
Shale- "Trevor. How is your time?"
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