Martin K(nife) Blackwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
curriculum_fictae) wrote2020-02-02 01:09 pm
curriculum_fictae) wrote2020-02-02 01:09 pmEntry tags:
[IC] Misc. Open Post
For various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.
curriculum_fictae) wrote2020-02-02 01:09 pm
so about those dreams
Despite that, there is something familiar, and that is the strangeness abound. Immediately is the weather flip flopping between sunny and windy heavy rains and then back again in such a short span of time, for seemingly no reason. But there is something else, like a distant whisper calling to him through a hiss of sand. It's just deeper in the little pueblo by the larger house.]
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He blinks at the valley, its vibrant colors, the beautiful house. Should he approach? … It’s a dream, right? Well, maybe.
(That whisper - it’s familiar - it reminds him of a connection he lost recently— )
He finds himself heading up to the house nervously, poking his head into the main entryway. ]
H-hullo? Anyone here? I’m - I’m sorry to intrude, I just.
[ He has no idea where the hell he is. ]
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Come. Come inside, hurry.
The open area is darker, clouds overhead blocking out the bright sun. And the doors a dark rich wood. The tile tapping leads up the stairs, a rhythmic pattern leading Martin starting where he is, going up, then starting back again where Martin stands until he follows.]
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That’s - that’s very unsettling! He’s not sure he likes it?? But the tiles aren’t really letting him go back and.
And, well. He just slowly starts following the tiles, because why not. ]
God, I really hope this isn’t a bad idea. It’s probably a bad idea.
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But just as soon as it's legible, there's the creak of another panel opening close by. A painting that's partially pulled from the wall.
And a shadow that moved behind one of the larger potted plants. Is someone watching him?]
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He jolts at that creak, though, and whirls. The painting? What? he creeps a bit closer. ]
Is. Is someone there.
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And then the tiny sounds of tiny feet scurrying. A couple of small rats carrying different small food items to the hole behind the painting as Martin gets closer.]
Deje!
[It's... Not coming from the painting. Close by though.]
You should- [Clearing of the throat before a much spookier, if theatrical, voice gets put on.] You should not venture to the ...The Seeecret Door.
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The voice though. That makes him jolt with a yelp. ]
The. The what. Who are you? Where am I?
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Not to be confused with the honestly fairly filthy man hiding behind the potted plant.]
Yoouuu are definitely somewhere you should not be, there is no celebration happening in Casita tonight, you should definitely not be here, nope.
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Martin just sort of looks past the plant at the weird man hiding there. ]
Well, I’m sorry. I will happily go home if I can find my way, but I don’t think I’m from this area.
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[He moves, still trying to stay in the shadows, but bits of color can be seen - the dark black-graying-curls, the green ruana draping down low to his feet.]
Do you not know how you got here?
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UH. Martin just stares for a moment? Rubs at his eyes. CLEARLY, it’s not Jon, and yet it’s firing off every familiar instinct he’s got. ]
N-no, ah. I just. Woke up outside?
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You. You mean, you just... literally woke up outside?
No, no no not possible, that's not possible.
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x2
Martin, you surely remember this dream? The strange little valley with the colorful pueblos and tall mountains enclosing everything in?
Except the weather is darker now, cloudier with an obvious storm rolling in and everyone tucked behind their doors.]
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[ He SURE DOES. And things have happened since then! He frankly doesn’t remember how he got back to Sid, so he’d assumed it was a dream, except…
Except here he is again. And that weather does NOT look good.
He hurries towards that familiar house, trying to keep away from any family members he sees. ]
Bruno? Are you - are you still here?
[ Whispered as loudly as he dares. ]
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But the air feels... odd. Static, and like he's walking through somethings but never quite seeing what's there.]
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[ He’s even more concerned then. What the hell is going on? He hopes this isn’t his own fault…
Martin slips back to that portrait hole as carefully as he can, winding his way back to the room and spotting — ]
Bruno? What’s - what’s going on out there?
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I don't know. I=i don't know, I don't know, it's bad-
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Okay, okay, I -
[ He gulps in a breath. ]
What’s happened so far? When did it start?
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I was still having that dream, of-of that vision I had when I was a kid. And it just kept getting worse and longer every time, and- a-an-and then I woke up one day and the weather was starting to get bad and it just keeps getting worse and Pepa can't do anything about it and she's always been able to, and now everyone's freaking out.
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[ Oh. Oh god. Martin looks up as if expecting that Eye to somehow be visible even inside the walls of the house. ]
And now I’m here too. Again. God, that - that probably means something terrible is on the way.
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You?
[He finally lifts his head to look up, registering that it's Martin there. But his eyes are bright glowing green, like he's having a vision right now.]
Wh-what are you doing back here? You went home.
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[ That glow is both familiar and horrifying; Martin shivers to see it. ]
They? Who’s they? Do you See a person or - or just an Eye?
[ If this is an Archivist of any sort, Martin is sure he can talk to them. Especially if it’s a Jon… ]
Yes, I. I did leave. I don’t know why I’m back here.
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H-hey - hey. It’s all right. I’ll help you fix it, okay?
[ He reaches out to touch Bruno’s shoulder gently. ]
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