v_nocturne_npc (v_nocturne_npc) wrote in v_nocturne_rpg, @ 2009-10-26 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | elspeth fry, fox cullen, fr antoine verdoux, group thread, izzy alderdice, john abbott, lucy cramwell, marguerite larousse, npc, simon alexander |
A Demon Finds a Host
Even demons from otherworldly realms had upper limits to their patience. While the inhabitants of the house engaged in plenty of speculation on the 'spirit' and its reasons for keeping them trapped, they were rarely correct, especially as time, exhaustion, hunger, and fear wore on them. Indeed, it did seek to provoke reactions from them, but not for amusement's sake. All it wanted were a few simple words to be spoken in the upstairs corridor... And a host body for its incorporeal form, of course. Quite reasonable expectations, these! Or so it thought.
One day became two. Two became three. Hallucinations, disembodied voices, bangs and screetches, spinning religious artifacts, even scratchings on the walls did nothing to evoke the proper response. Perhaps it overlooked the obvious answer. Rather than expecting frightened people to hold one-sided conversations with a spirit, it could cause ordinary interruptions in the environment... Make a person think a fellow occupant was near. After all, it was not necessary for the words to be spoken to the demon itself, merely aloud and within sight of the mirror.
In the end, the solution was simple. It waited for a person to step onto the threadbare rug that stretched from staircase to bedrooms, then it slammed a door behind them, just as a person might do...
Fox had been prowling around the upper floors of the house, having nothing better to do than stalk through the halls as if she could possibly find a way out for herself and the others. She had slept badly the night before, and the lack of a satisfying dinner for the past three nights did nothing for her normally placid temperament. Twice before that morning, she had seen carriages clattering down the street outside, but try as she might she'd not been able to get the attention of either the driver or the vehicle's passengers. A cursed place, this was. She wanted out of it!
In the daytime, the hallways were much better lit, weak sunlight coming in through the grimy windows, and the apprentice scowled into one empty room after the other as she meandered down the hall. In the future, she was planning to be much more careful around strange children.
Her stomach growled, and she rested a hand over her belly as she scuffed back across the worn carpet to the staircase. It couldn't be long now, not after three days. Someone must have raised the alarm, certainly. If someone downstairs had something to spare as far as food went, she would be grateful for it. Just an apple, that would be enough to tide her over for a bit.
Her mind on food, Fox almost missed the door she was passing begin to swing shut, but when it banged closed, she spun around as her heart began to pound. Damned noises. It was as if a horde of folks lived in here instead of the place being deserted. The dusty mirror reflected back a distorted image of her face.
"Is anybody there? Make yourself known!"
What happened next was unexplainable to the brunette's rational mind, but to her religious nature it was less inexplicable. A dark mist began to seep out of the mirror, passing through the layers of dust coating the glassed-in frame, and Fox would later swear she saw a pair of bright blue eyes staring out at her. Demonic blue eyes. The mist escaped faster, seeming to swarm like bees away from the old mirror, and before she could duck away from the source of it, a small black cloud formed and raced towards her, enveloping her head and shoulders in the gaseous entity. Smothering her consciousness as certainly as if her head had been submerged in deep water...
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