As Nat frowned at the room and then finally leaned over the nearest table to start looking, Vesper hopped off of her shoulder, down her arm, and onto the table to help look. A wry smile twisted the tigress' muzzle for a moment and then she continued to look for the key. She wasn't sure what it would look like, it could be a normal key or something entirely different, but she didn't know what to expect from the house anymore. It had seemed so normal it was hard for her to come to grips with it. Ah well, as long as she could find her way out then things would be fine she decided. She just had to find the key. The lock was a simple one, she could most likely pick it if she tried, but there was nothing to pick it with either, which was a shame, it would have worked better.
The most logical place for the key to be would be on the table, right? She growled a little under her breath as she looked, unaware she did it really, even though it startled the bird a bit. It had to be on the table, it made the most sense, but she was beginning to understand that the Mansion made no sense. None at all. Smoothing back the fur on her head, she sighed a little and looked under the teacups and the teapot, the dishes and even examined the silverware before she realized she was thinking wrong for this place. She had to think more abstract, a way she wasn't used to thinking, really, and so she looked around the room again with the bird staring at her on the table. She was a strange bird, Nat knew that much, but she had picked her because she seemed to be ready to learn no matter what.
There were more tables to check, chairs, couches, bookcases, end tables, everything that would normally be in a tea room was here, though she was beginning to realize it had a somewhat galactic theme to it. She raised a brow and then shook her head, it was taking longer for her to notice some things she had realized, and she blamed her lack of a second eye. It bothered her, maybe a little more than it should at this point, that she was missing an eye, though it was normal to be more than a little perturbed by that happening. Still, she tended to not dwell on the past and to move forward, it was above her pay grade after all, but this one was a personal slight, and she needed to make it right at some point. The one who had shot her was dead, of course, but there were no artificial eyes she could use to replace her own.
The tables were all bare of a key, and while Vesper hopped from table to table, fluttering her little wings, Nat frowned a bit and stroked the light grey hairs around her muzzle. She was getting to be that age where her fur was turning a lighter grey rather than a darker grey as when she was young, but that was alright, she preferred to think of it as a distinguishing mark. It was starting around her points before it went anywhere else, of which she was slightly grateful for some reason she could fathom. Nat shook her head and started to search the bookshelves, wondering if the key could be in one of the books or something like that. Under a candle, behind a book, something, it had to be somewhere at least. She wished she could sniff it out, but without knowing the scent it would be hard for her to find it.
Vesper was a strange little bird, curious but orderly at the same time, and she mostly did what the tigress told her to do, or motioned for her to do. They didn't know each other well enough just yet for it to be effective, but it was at least a start and Nat was pleased with that much. As she searched, the little bird chirped a bit, wondering what was going on, and Nat decided to teach her to be quiet soon, if only for her own sanity than protection. She scowled a bit and shook her head as she searched the last bookcase, wondering where in the world this key could possibly be. It had to be in this room, right? She tapped her muzzle a bit with the forefinger of a paw and then shook her head again. There had to be something somewhere, it couldn't possibly just be locking her in.
If the room was simply locking her in, then she would need to figure out another way out, but she hadn't turned the entire room upside down just yet. Vesper watched as the tigress looked under the tables and chairs, then the couches, and she triumphantly came back up with a key when she checked under the last couch in the room. Nat strode over to the door, picking up the Jibiji on the way, and smiled as she turned the key in the lock. The door unlocked and swung open, and while she didn't move, the room certainly did. She was standing in the center of a black room, she couldn't see if there were walls, a ceiling, or even a floor! She tested the area under her feet and it gave way when she put a lot of pressure on it, but it seemed like it would be able to maintain her and Vesper's weight.
Nat seemingly floated for an endless amount of time before two items began to glow far, far away from where she and the bird were at the moment. She reached for them but nothing happened, she could barely move, and she wondered if there was a chance she was going to die. She glanced over at the bird, who was starting to panic a bit, and swallowed. There had been far too many things she had survived to die now in a strange place like this, but she grunted and heaved herself forward slowly, as though she was swimming through honey. The two glowing objects stayed where they were it seemed, fixed in one location, and she hoped she would be able to find what they were soon. If anything, at least the bird was clinging to her still, her sharp little talons, they barely registered to the tigress they hardly pricked through her fur.
Much like she was now, literally, Nat was figuratively lost. She just wasn't sure where she was going in life, the army was all she had known from the time she was 18 years old. As soon as she had been able to join, she had, and now it had been stripped away from her due to her injury. It wasn't fair to her, but she kept her head held high and tried not to dwell on the past, it wouldn't do for her to do such a thing after all. The past was the past, and nothing she could do could change it. All she could do was look toward the future and hope for the best at the moment. Nat reached forward again for the items but was still out of reach, and the bird chirped next to her ear, but it sounded like it was far, far away through a tunnel somewhere.
Nat was getting frustrated and paused so she could breathe. She couldn't reach what was glowing, and it was strange to think there were things out of her control. She was so used to having control over her own life, even in the army no one dared make her do something she didn't want to do. The discipline was still there, she would still take orders, but it was odd to think of sometimes. Nat stared forward at the twin objects and then reached forward again, attempting to run through the honey like substance around her as Vesper clung to her as best as she could. It was going to take more than this to get her away from her goal, even though she wasn't sure what that goal was at the moment. Whatever was over there was her goal, however, and she wondered what it was going to be for now.
There was nothing, and she took another slow step forward and when she reached out and managed to touch one of the objects, everything shattered as though it was made of glass. Vesper shrieked and Nat gasped for a moment before she regained her composure, they were back in the tea room they had been in just a bit before, but how? They had left! Nat looked around suspiciously, wondering if they had been asleep somehow and moved, but no, it didn't seem that way at the moment. She saw something gleaming on the table, two somethings, and reached down for them, picking them up and turning them over, looking at them with a hint of curiosity. They were elongated and crystal shaped, though she wasn't sure what they were. They made her blood buzz a little, something unpleasant for herself at the moment, and she hoped it would stop soon.
Vesper stared at the crystals as though she knew what they were, even though the tigress didn't seem to comprehend their value. Some people hunted for years without finding a single one, here she had two of them. Magical crystals that could be forged into nodes with the right objects and steps. Nat stared into them for a moment before she shook her head a little and then straightened up and put them in a pouch at her hip. Whatever the mansion was going to give her, she would take, and then she would find out what the objects were worth at the moment. Nat pushed the fur down on her head and stroked the fur at the corners of her mouth, it seemed as though the mansion was going to do well by her at the moment at least, two of the same item? Even if she didn't know what they were worth, it was intriguing.
It sounds as though a ghostly child stands nearby, whispering strange phrases. Some of them are nonsensical, some of them are sickeningly sweet, and others are quite disquieting. Eventually the voice peters out, in it's place comes an unmistakable sound.
At first, it was small, and quiet, like a child far away. Then it slowly got louder, and more and more distorted. The sound became faster and slower, higher and lower in pitch, like someone was fiddling with an old record player. Was it just one voice, or many? It was so hard to tell. Soon, all that could be heard was the laughing and one's own beating heart.
The bird had escaped a few months previously from the Mansion, and it took this long to coax her to come back. Nat had enough though, she had ordered it, more or less, and so back they were in the Mansion, the little bird trembling on her shoulder. She snorted a little at the thought and eyed the Mansion with the smallest hint of worry for her bird again. If something bad happened this time, she would call it quits for awhile and head to the mines like she was planning on doing in the first place. Something drew her back, however, and so off they went to the Mansion again to see what was going on. Nat stared ahead with her single eye and then pushed open the gate to the yard of the Mansion, wondering what was going to happen this time in there, hopefully not the same as the last time.
The outside of the Mansion looked like a lighthouse this month, not something she was intent on seeing as of yet. Water and Natasha had never been the best of friends, she liked her feet firmly on the ground, thank you very much, but she still swam if she needed to it seemed. She sighed a little as she realized she wasn't going to get away from it this month, perhaps it wasn't the best month for her to do this in, she figured with a frown on her face. Nat took a few steps forward, the bird still trembling on her shoulder as they went, and she realized they were standing in the middle of a bunch of tidal pools it seemed. Several animals were inside of them, it appeared, and Nat stared down into the water as she waited to see what would happen. Maybe she would fare better this time.
Ashe: When the credits have been handed over IC, and the transfer is posted. Threads are often left open a little longer, in case the customer wishes to RP their exit or anything else.
Sept 13, 2020 14:49:02 GMT -6
Renathan: I've been meaning to ask- is a person considered out of the shop when the shop transfer is posted/items are given, or when the shop thread is locked?
Sept 13, 2020 14:20:16 GMT -6
Flare: It was hinted in the discord, so nothing officially announced.
Sept 10, 2020 22:30:10 GMT -6
Riku: Oh, when and where was that announced? Lol
Sept 10, 2020 21:38:50 GMT -6
Xentus: Sarane eggs. Lil' egg hunt around the boards to get a brown with neat markings
Sept 10, 2020 13:45:16 GMT -6
Riku: What eggs...? 😅
Sept 10, 2020 13:40:49 GMT -6