[they are just photos, sorry dimitri. leave the jars alone, sylvain, the bag is under the bed for a reason. anyway he can look at stuff!! and when he puts the disc in, it begins playing the room. why. just. why.
as for dimitri, he is going to be able to go back to the closet and shuffle through the shoeboxes. there appears to be a lot of old papers like receipts, scraps of paper, old notebooks, trading cards, action figures, etc. still nothing plot important :(
on the other hand, there's a weird creaking noise from the very back corner of the closet.]
[ oh my god, aquarius. why are you such a packrat. he puts the boxes back more neatly than he found them. for the record, he also probably put some trash in the trash bin. ]
...I will take your word for it. But there are photographs of weddings and whatnot on the computer, so it seems that is on our Aquarius's mind.
[ he shoots the computer a weird look as the mystery disc plays, then shoots sylvain a weird look, then goes to investigate the weird noise in the closet. ]
[ all right... that's enough of the room. sylvain ejects the disk and returns it to the duffel. his attention snaps over when he sees dimitri partially vanishing in to the closet. would he have heard the noise from where he was? if so he's gonna Hover ]
[it might have been heard to hear the first creak from where sylvain was. however, now dimitri's going to investigate and there's an even louder set of creaking
followed by the glint of two red eyes in the light
and a low growl as the creaking comes closer to where dimitri is.
the entrance to the closet is a little ways back by this point, so that's fun.]
they start to both back off, but it's apparently a little too late because there's suddenly a loud, booming bark. it's a series of barks, actually. something whizzes past dimitri and knocks him right into a pile of shoes on the floor, some of which he may notice are different sizes. a purple cape suddenly drops over his head, but he is otherwise unharmed.
meanwhile, in the main part of the room, sylvain is suddenly ambushed by a gold-colored greyhound. its red eyes glint almost eerily in the blue light, noting the knife in sylvain's hand as it snarls and barks again, flashing razor-sharp teeth. it runs quickly, tackling him to the ground.
sylvain will soon realize this is not a dog. this is a statue. this is a living, solid-gold statue of a greyhound that bites at his hand to retrieve the knife. he gets to keep his hand, but he may be nicked from the teeth.
the dog bounds back, knife in its teeth as it growls and approaches menacingly.
[ and so he falls into a pile of shoes. he's more surprised than hurt, tossing the cape aside in time to see sylvain eat shit.
a... dog? ]
Sylvain!
[ he does care about getting sylvain out of here, so he quickly hoists him up to his feet and basically tosses him towards the door, running after him. ]
sylvain yelps in surprise, though it turns into a wheeze as he's knocked over by the statue. he immediately surrenders the knife, wincing as his hand gets nicked by solid-gold teeth.
he then finds himself yanked upright and yeeted at the door, and he stumbles out into the hallway ungracefully... ]
[there's a bunch of barking behind them, but it's muted as soon as they're out of the room and the door is shut. the dog(?) doesn't seem to chase after them, and if they look behind them as they're running they'll see that it has started to turn to go back to its place in the closet.
back out in the hall with the door closed, the key suddenly turns into stardust and disappears...good job, boys. you could have died but did not.]
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...You can take a look for yourself, if you're really curious. But don't say I didn't warn you.
[ once he gets to the computer he'll be looking through all the same photos— ]
Oh, someone's getting married...? I found a ring box in the bag under the bed.
[ but for now sylvain's gonna try and see what's on this mystery disc... ]
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as for dimitri, he is going to be able to go back to the closet and shuffle through the shoeboxes. there appears to be a lot of old papers like receipts, scraps of paper, old notebooks, trading cards, action figures, etc. still nothing plot important :(
on the other hand, there's a weird creaking noise from the very back corner of the closet.]
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...I will take your word for it. But there are photographs of weddings and whatnot on the computer, so it seems that is on our Aquarius's mind.
[ he shoots the computer a weird look as the mystery disc plays, then shoots sylvain a weird look, then goes to investigate the weird noise in the closet. ]
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followed by the glint of two red eyes in the light
and a low growl as the creaking comes closer to where dimitri is.
the entrance to the closet is a little ways back by this point, so that's fun.]
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—Sylvain, are you armed?
[ just curious. ]
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[ UM... he will grab the dick knife from the bag while he's here. he really, really doesn't like this. ]
You know this is a bad idea, right? We should probably get going?
[ and yet, like a true faerghus idiot, he will stay to defend his baby king ]
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is. is dimitri going to keep standing there, just wondering?]
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Then start heading towards the exit.
[ meanwhile, dimitri does have a normal not-dick knife, so he's drawing that and backing away as he keeps his eye on... whatever this is. ]
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[ he'll start to move carefully towards the door, dick-knife in hand... ]
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okay.
they start to both back off, but it's apparently a little too late because there's suddenly a loud, booming bark. it's a series of barks, actually. something whizzes past dimitri and knocks him right into a pile of shoes on the floor, some of which he may notice are different sizes. a purple cape suddenly drops over his head, but he is otherwise unharmed.
meanwhile, in the main part of the room, sylvain is suddenly ambushed by a gold-colored greyhound. its red eyes glint almost eerily in the blue light, noting the knife in sylvain's hand as it snarls and barks again, flashing razor-sharp teeth. it runs quickly, tackling him to the ground.
sylvain will soon realize this is not a dog. this is a statue. this is a living, solid-gold statue of a greyhound that bites at his hand to retrieve the knife. he gets to keep his hand, but he may be nicked from the teeth.
the dog bounds back, knife in its teeth as it growls and approaches menacingly.
would you like to consider leaving now?]
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a... dog? ]
Sylvain!
[ he does care about getting sylvain out of here, so he quickly hoists him up to his feet and basically tosses him towards the door, running after him. ]
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sylvain yelps in surprise, though it turns into a wheeze as he's knocked over by the statue. he immediately surrenders the knife, wincing as his hand gets nicked by solid-gold teeth.
he then finds himself yanked upright and yeeted at the door, and he stumbles out into the hallway ungracefully... ]
—gh!
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back out in the hall with the door closed, the key suddenly turns into stardust and disappears...good job, boys. you could have died but did not.]