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Post by Fanged on Oct 21, 2019 21:11:02 GMT -6
The air in front of her face chilled. She could see her breath frosting if she looked close enough. The sensation was unnerving. The coldness felt concentrated on her face, as though it were the specific target. Imogen seemed undisturbed by the chill, though her fur might be the explanation for her nonchalant attitude towards it. Fanged’s clothes were not great at keeping her face warm. It seemed to be a design flaw with most human clothing.
“Hopefully we can find somewhere to warm up,” she murmured.
She tried rubbing her hands together, hoping the friction would help stave off the chill. It was only slightly effective. She frowned at the floor, disturbed by the way the floorboards twisted underneath her steps. It felt like she was going to fall through at any moment. She glanced at Imogen, wondering if she should pick the baby pet up. Imogen seemed perfectly content as she was.
(Imogen 6 1/5, 12 1/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 21, 2019 21:46:44 GMT -6
Fanged stopped for a moment, taking the time to observe her surroundings. The ceiling was low, even by her standards. If she stood up on her tip-toes, she could easily place her palm flat on the surface. She didn’t have much of an opinion on tight spaces. If there was an escape route, she was generally fine with them, but if she were to become trapped, she figured that would be terrifying.
“I wonder what your fears are,” she spoke to Imogen.
The Rakai paused for a moment, pinning her ears back as though suddenly noticing the eeriness of their surroundings. She shifted closer to Fanged, as though suddenly needing her protection. The woman picked the baby up, feeling an immediate sense of comfort as she did so. She felt a sudden pang of guilt. She had been a bad owner to Imogen, even if it wasn’t necessarily her fault.
(Imogen 6 2/5, 12 2/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 21, 2019 22:04:50 GMT -6
The arrived at the end of the hallway after a bit more walking. Fanged was much warmer with Imogen’s body heat so close by. She inhaled a deep breath of the frigid air before pushing open the door. The room was mostly dark save for a single lamp place in the corner. The lightbulb flickered, threatening to burn out at any moment. Imogen squirmed and she placed the Rakai on the ground. The lightbulb buzzed with every flicker, causing the room to feel even creepier than it should.
“I think even complete darkness would be better than this sad little lamp,” she joked.
Darkness of course would not be better. Fanged didn’t see so well in the dark. She would be forced to rely on her reflexes if anyone were to sneak up on her. She watched Imogen for a moment, waiting to see if the baby pet reacted to anything in the room.
(Imogen 6 3/5, 12 3/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 21, 2019 23:07:21 GMT -6
She watched in silent observation, not wanting to influence Imogen’s behavior. The Rakai sniffed around the room, recoiling when she got too close to anything she deemed too filthy. Fanged sympathized with her. She didn’t particularly like getting filthy either, even if her profession sometimes forced her into such situations. When Imogen didn’t immediately react to danger, Fanged figured it was probably safe to check the rest of the room. The room felt foreboding, but it seemed stable for now. The mansion during this month hadn’t had the friendliest of atmospheres.
“If there’s someone in here, you better announce your presence first. I don’t want to have to hurt you,” she spoke into the room.
When she got no response, she felt a rush of confidence. Forcing someone into a position where they had to respond could give her the upper hand. She wasn’t the most experienced fighter, but she figured she could hold her own in a scrap.
(Imogen 6 4/5, 12 4/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 21, 2019 23:15:25 GMT -6
Imogen trotted over to her, having grown bored of the room. Fanged had to admit, there didn’t seem to be much here. The lamp was probably the most exciting thing and even that was simply an old lamp. But perhaps it wasn’t. She approached the lamp, Imogen close at her heels. If instinct was pulling her towards the lamp, perhaps there was something more to it. The lamp stood slightly taller than her. The bulb was protected by casing that was bowl shaped. She’d need to blindly stick her hand into the shade if she wanted to reach the bulb.
“That seems like a horrible idea, even if it might be a necessary one,” she grumbled.
Imogen watched with interest as Fanged reached her hand in. The woman flinched as her fingers collided with the bulb. It was hot, but not hot enough to burn her. Even so, the sensation was uncomfortable.
(Imogen 7, 14)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 21, 2019 23:32:40 GMT -6
Her fingers collided with a small, metallic object. She gripped it and yanked her hand out quickly. Holding it up to the light, she distinguished the object as a tiny, silver key. It seemed too small to open a door. It looked more like it would open a music box or a diary. She placed it in her pocket, figuring it might come in handy later.
“Alright Imogen, let’s look for a way out.”
The Rakai-Sarane perked up as Fanged spoke. The two were slowly working on a comfortable partnership. Her guilt was starting to dissipate just the slightest. The Rakai seemed to have already moved forward from her abandonment. Perhaps her loner nature effected things, but Fanged allowed herself to be forgiven for her shortcomings.
“I’ll bet I can turn you into a real pet detective.” She smiled. Imogen could easily fit into the role of a lone wolf detective forced to pair up with a partner.
(Imogen 7 1/5, 14 1/5)
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Post by Renathan on Oct 22, 2019 7:30:41 GMT -6
Two pretty little wax leaves twist down in a helical fashion!
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Post by Fanged on Oct 23, 2019 16:14:27 GMT -6
Before she could look for an exit to the room, a couple more of those strange leaves drifted down from the ceiling. She caught them before they hit the ground. She stuffed them into her pockets alongside the other leaves she had collected.
“I suppose that’s the last of the treasure that can be found in here,” she commented.
Imogen trotted ahead, looking for the door herself. Fanged followed, not wanting to get left behind. The two of them searched through the rest of the room, trying to determine where the door was. Fanged frowned when she found it. It was low to the ground and small in size. She shuddered, not quite liking the fact that this door likely led to a small space. At least she was here with a small, baby pet. If Imogen had been fully grown, she might have issues fitting through the tiny door.
(Imogen 7 2/5, 14 2/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 23, 2019 16:28:35 GMT -6
Fanged crouched down, wondering how she was going to get the door open. It didn’t exactly have a noticeable handle. She felt the outline of the door, digging her fingernails into the indent. When she got a good enough grip on it, she was able to pull the small door open. She felt immediately uncomfortable. Imogen was more at ease. Fanged supposed that was because she was smaller so the small space was not as impactful for her. Imogen seemed eager to go through first, but she wasn’t about to let the Rakai enter a potentially dangerous area first. Fanged got down onto her belly. She stuck her head through, frowning as she was met with complete darkness. There wasn’t much of a choice though. This was the only way out of the previous room and she didn’t want to be trapped there forever. She crawled through, making sure that Imogen followed.
(Imogen 7 3/5, 14 3/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 23, 2019 16:37:30 GMT -6
It took her eyes a while to adjust to the darkness, not that they adjusted particularly well. To her surprise, there was enough room for her to stand upright. Imogen had an easier time with things. The room itself was very small. It might have been tall enough to stand, but it was difficult to move around. She was going to need to get out of here quickly if she wanted to be comfortable.
“Do you see anything?” she asked Imogen.
The Rakai couldn’t travel very far. The room was much too small to allow them much separation. Fanged placed her palms out, feeling for the wall in front of her. She collided with it rather quickly, indicating that the room was not much larger than a few feet in length. She could take around three steps before she couldn’t move any further. Imogen pressed close to her legs, deciding that this room was undesirable.
(Imogen 7 4/5, 14 4/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 23, 2019 17:05:16 GMT -6
She thought it would be easy to find a door in such a small space. Of course, a small space could have a door that was equally tiny. It could also be concealed by a physical barrier as well. Imogen kept close, not that she had much of an option not to. Fanged pressed on the wall, trying to find the door without her eyesight. It took her a few minutes of searching before she pressed the right spot. Once she did, the wall flipped forward.
“Keep close!” she quickly barked out to Imogen.
She and the Rakai were swung forward, moving with the wall. She held her arms outstretched, trying to keep her balance as she was dumped unceremoniously into the next room. Both of them landed awkwardly. Imogen was quick to shake out her fur, trying to gain some of her dignity back. Fanged luckily remained upright, but the movement had been jarring.
(Imogen 8, 16)
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Post by Renathan on Oct 23, 2019 17:44:04 GMT -6
Another little leaflet flutters down, to add to your collection!
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Post by Fanged on Oct 24, 2019 10:41:24 GMT -6
Fanged found herself directly in front of another one of those strange leaves. She picked it up and stashed it with the others, lamenting just how odd they were. Imogen recovered rather quickly. She trotted forward, immediately beelining for a box of assorted toys that was in the centre of the room. Fanged didn’t think that Imogen would be particularly interested in toys, but she did seem interested in checking them out. The Rakai approached the box and tipped it over, spilling its contents across the floor. Fanged approached as well, curious as to what objects might be in the box. There were numerous toys as she expected. Most of them were Vai Min Mur themed and appeared cheaply made. She didn’t even think she’d trust the toys enough to allow Rusty to play with them if he were here.
“They appear dusty as well. Most things in this room appear to have a thick layer of dust.”
(Imogen 8 1/5, 16 1/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 24, 2019 11:02:48 GMT -6
It seemed to be part of the theme for the mansion this month. The volume of dust was increased to give all the rooms a spooky vibe. Imogen and Fanged sifted through the objects, looking for something that might turn out useful. Most of the items were mundane, but there was one thing that caught their attention.
“What do we have here?” Fanged asked as she picked up a jar.
Inside the jar was a strange, glowing substance. If she were to take a guess, it almost appeared to be what a horror enthusiast would label as ectoplasm. She shook the jar, watching as the glowing substance shaped itself to its container. Ectoplasm hadn’t been proven as a real phenomenon. Ethereal creatures didn’t interact with the physical world in any true capacity. The idea of ectoplasm mostly derived from the idea that ghosts were real and could have such an interaction.
(Imogen 8 2/5, 16 2/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 24, 2019 11:12:03 GMT -6
The idea of a jar filled with such a strange substance felt rather disgusting. At best, it was harmless. At worst, it was filled with radioactive material. She could only hope that if it was indeed the latter, someone had the foresight to put it in a jar that would keep it adequately insulated. Once Fanged had the jar in her hands, Imogen lost interest in the rest of the objects. Had the Rakai wanted her to take this with? It seemed reasonable. The jar was certainly out of place it seemed like. It felt almost like is had a greater purpose than the rest of the useless items. There was a table located near the left wall of the room, Fanged placed the jar there while she explored the rest of the area.
“Perhaps we can find somewhere that the jar can be used,” she mused.
She stepped over to join Imogen.
(Imogen 8 3/5, 16 3/5)
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