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Jul. 10th, 2022 06:07 pm
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wildestmods[The attic door, which was so firmly locked, opens.]
Ugh.
[Up in the attic, she appears, sprawled on a throne with an imperious, contemptuous expression on her face: the vampire queen. Her hair is in voluminous curls, her lips are red, her nails and long and painted, her dress structured and embroidered. She looks as if she might have been dropped in from a fashion magazine from a different time period, if the 1800’s had fashion magazines. She sneers, and her fangs are visible.
Her face appears on every communicator mirror.
Elsewhere in the house, the rats become docile; the Nosferatu vampire and ghouls crawl into the darkness, ceasing their assault; the phantoms evaporate. Those under the psychological and transformative effects of the house suddenly find themselves returning to their normal forms and temperaments, with memories restored - no matter how much they may wish otherwise. The rain outside continues to pound down.]
I was really hoping you wouldn’t find the amulet. I would have destroyed that thing, but it’s indestructible, which is very inconvenient for me. Go on, go on, give your friends in the basement a round of applause. You'd have been screwed without them.
Look. Here’s the situation. Things are about to get bad out here, and I, personally? I’m not into this whole dying thing just because the big dogs are throwing themselves at each other. I’m doing what any smart person would do and- well, I guess I can’t take for granted that you know what a smart person would do- putting together a backup plan. I need an army.
That was supposed to be you.
[She rolls her eyes and sighs exaggeratedly. The image on the mirrors zooms out, and several sad looking ghosts, Pat and Robin included - corporeal, but evident by the clear signs of their demise - are cowering in the corner. They’re evidently terrified of her. They look towards the mirror as if begging for help.]
Whatever. I’ve been using their power to try and mold you all, but since you found the one antidote to that, you’re not going to be very useful to me, are you? It’s not even going to be worth expending my resources to kill you, and since half of you aren't even human draining your blood is like playing Russian roulette, and that's a loser's game.
I guess there’s a long shot that you could take out Sauron, but honestly, I wouldn’t bet money on it.
So get out.
[She disappears off of the mirror, leaving the channel open for everyone to communicate with each other. Those in the attic can see her bark an order in something that sounds like Russian to the ghosts, who, trembling, all scuttle ahead of her through a doorway behind the throne, which closes behind her.]
Ugh.
[Up in the attic, she appears, sprawled on a throne with an imperious, contemptuous expression on her face: the vampire queen. Her hair is in voluminous curls, her lips are red, her nails and long and painted, her dress structured and embroidered. She looks as if she might have been dropped in from a fashion magazine from a different time period, if the 1800’s had fashion magazines. She sneers, and her fangs are visible.
Her face appears on every communicator mirror.
Elsewhere in the house, the rats become docile; the Nosferatu vampire and ghouls crawl into the darkness, ceasing their assault; the phantoms evaporate. Those under the psychological and transformative effects of the house suddenly find themselves returning to their normal forms and temperaments, with memories restored - no matter how much they may wish otherwise. The rain outside continues to pound down.]
I was really hoping you wouldn’t find the amulet. I would have destroyed that thing, but it’s indestructible, which is very inconvenient for me. Go on, go on, give your friends in the basement a round of applause. You'd have been screwed without them.
Look. Here’s the situation. Things are about to get bad out here, and I, personally? I’m not into this whole dying thing just because the big dogs are throwing themselves at each other. I’m doing what any smart person would do and- well, I guess I can’t take for granted that you know what a smart person would do- putting together a backup plan. I need an army.
That was supposed to be you.
[She rolls her eyes and sighs exaggeratedly. The image on the mirrors zooms out, and several sad looking ghosts, Pat and Robin included - corporeal, but evident by the clear signs of their demise - are cowering in the corner. They’re evidently terrified of her. They look towards the mirror as if begging for help.]
Whatever. I’ve been using their power to try and mold you all, but since you found the one antidote to that, you’re not going to be very useful to me, are you? It’s not even going to be worth expending my resources to kill you, and since half of you aren't even human draining your blood is like playing Russian roulette, and that's a loser's game.
I guess there’s a long shot that you could take out Sauron, but honestly, I wouldn’t bet money on it.
So get out.
[She disappears off of the mirror, leaving the channel open for everyone to communicate with each other. Those in the attic can see her bark an order in something that sounds like Russian to the ghosts, who, trembling, all scuttle ahead of her through a doorway behind the throne, which closes behind her.]