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checkingout2015-02-10 03:31 pm
mygame) wrote in checkingout2015-02-10 03:31 pm
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Forever is a very long time [OPEN]
Who: The Nogitsune and YOU.
Where: Ballroom, Boiler Room and Room 301
When: February 10th, post conversation with Derek - Day 8
What: Foxes are curious creatures, having to look all around. If this is where the Nogitsune is going to have to live with at least one wolf around, then it's going to make damn sure there are places to hide. Plus it's snowing in its room.
Ballroom
[Derek and Lydia are not two people the Nogitsune is happy to know live here with it now. The girl wasn't overly worrisome, but Derek could be if he managed to trap it. Blow for blow, even at full strength, the spirit knew the wolf would best it eventually. Its current host body wasn't up to the amount of damage a wolf could throw at it for very long, especially now. If those two were here, others might come.]
[With these unhappy thoughts and its game surely spoiled by now, the Nogitsune sets off to explore this place. A few good hiding places would reassure it and eat up the time it now had too much of. At least now it didn't have to man the service desk. Humans. They had far too many problems for as sort lived as they were.]
[It is the ballroom that it pushes open the door slowly to. The door is left to drift closed behind it as lifted one of the curtains. Rain and more rain. The noise could be useful to cover the sound of footsteps but little else. The reek of dust that packs its senses could be stood but not for long. A sneezing fit would be sure to follow. Still, it is willing to label it as potential as it goes around lifting the sheets to take a look at the furniture underneath them.]
Boiler Room
[Why? Because it's creepy and just the sort of place to draw the Nogitsune in.]
[Curiosity is all it feels as the Nogitsune sorts through the piles of chains. Too heavy to carry, but these could come in useful. This entire room could be. Granted, it'll need a shower as soon as it gets out, but there was potential. As it toed one of the pipes driven in the dirt floor, it did have to wonder at its use. Why even have a place like this?]
Room 301
[For a creepy creature, the Nogitsune's room is surprisingly mundane, almost sterile. Its clothes are neatly hung up or folded away, bed made perfectly. The only visible things that speak of a presence is an empty jar sitting on the nightstand and bits of colored glass from the lost and found on the windowsill. If one looks closely enough, they'll find little bits and bobs of shiny metal on the sill as well. The Nogitsune is like a magpie that way, picking up whatever interests it.]
[Oh, and it's snowing in the Nogitsune's room.]
[The creature itself most likely can't be seen, but it is there, sitting crosslegged on the desk. The snow falls at a slow pace from the ceiling, lit from within by its own weird whitish blue light. All in all, its nothing more than one of the hallucinations the Nogitsune had been known to cause. After Derek's comments, it had been wanting to see what it could do still. A single person looking in would see the snowy room with a little snowfox built on the bed. A second would see the room as it truly was as well as the Nogitsune itself.]
[The door was cracked just a bit, a few snowflakes drifting into the hallway.]
Where: Ballroom, Boiler Room and Room 301
When: February 10th, post conversation with Derek - Day 8
What: Foxes are curious creatures, having to look all around. If this is where the Nogitsune is going to have to live with at least one wolf around, then it's going to make damn sure there are places to hide. Plus it's snowing in its room.
Ballroom
[Derek and Lydia are not two people the Nogitsune is happy to know live here with it now. The girl wasn't overly worrisome, but Derek could be if he managed to trap it. Blow for blow, even at full strength, the spirit knew the wolf would best it eventually. Its current host body wasn't up to the amount of damage a wolf could throw at it for very long, especially now. If those two were here, others might come.]
[With these unhappy thoughts and its game surely spoiled by now, the Nogitsune sets off to explore this place. A few good hiding places would reassure it and eat up the time it now had too much of. At least now it didn't have to man the service desk. Humans. They had far too many problems for as sort lived as they were.]
[It is the ballroom that it pushes open the door slowly to. The door is left to drift closed behind it as lifted one of the curtains. Rain and more rain. The noise could be useful to cover the sound of footsteps but little else. The reek of dust that packs its senses could be stood but not for long. A sneezing fit would be sure to follow. Still, it is willing to label it as potential as it goes around lifting the sheets to take a look at the furniture underneath them.]
Boiler Room
[Why? Because it's creepy and just the sort of place to draw the Nogitsune in.]
[Curiosity is all it feels as the Nogitsune sorts through the piles of chains. Too heavy to carry, but these could come in useful. This entire room could be. Granted, it'll need a shower as soon as it gets out, but there was potential. As it toed one of the pipes driven in the dirt floor, it did have to wonder at its use. Why even have a place like this?]
Room 301
[For a creepy creature, the Nogitsune's room is surprisingly mundane, almost sterile. Its clothes are neatly hung up or folded away, bed made perfectly. The only visible things that speak of a presence is an empty jar sitting on the nightstand and bits of colored glass from the lost and found on the windowsill. If one looks closely enough, they'll find little bits and bobs of shiny metal on the sill as well. The Nogitsune is like a magpie that way, picking up whatever interests it.]
[Oh, and it's snowing in the Nogitsune's room.]
[The creature itself most likely can't be seen, but it is there, sitting crosslegged on the desk. The snow falls at a slow pace from the ceiling, lit from within by its own weird whitish blue light. All in all, its nothing more than one of the hallucinations the Nogitsune had been known to cause. After Derek's comments, it had been wanting to see what it could do still. A single person looking in would see the snowy room with a little snowfox built on the bed. A second would see the room as it truly was as well as the Nogitsune itself.]
[The door was cracked just a bit, a few snowflakes drifting into the hallway.]
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[Instead of the gentle snowfall, the room shifted to be a blinding blizzard. The fairylights within the snowflakes zipped and swirled in a vortex. The snowfox itself shifts and grows bigger, a vicious werewolf that stands on two legs with heavy arms hanging down. It lifts up a hand-paw tipped with what looks to be sharp icicles.]
[Behind Tim, the Nogitsune slips down from the desk. It is still about five feet behind the boy, but it is readying.]
The sphinx devoured those who failed her riddle. What shall I do with you? [It asks in a booming voice, grown so tall by now that its head brushes the ceiling]
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[Tim's eyebrows shoot up, and he takes a step back raising his hands.]
Uh. Wow. you take the riddle thing kind of seriously, huh? Do I get another guess?
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No.
[With that, the Nogitsune lashes out at the back of the boy's head.]
[Sometime later, Tim will find himself dangling upside down in the stairwell, facing quite a fall if he wriggles too much. His ankles are tied well with a sheet, attached to the railing of the third floor landing. He may want to be careful about how he gets himself out of this situation. Where's Batman when someone needs him?]
[Of who spoke from behind Tim or the snowbeast itself there is no sign, not even dampness that melted snow should have left.]