[grumpy introvert and annoying extrovert... very funny
she wanders along, watching the portraits on the wall with some apprehension. some of them are nice. some of them Are Not. there's one on the wall with black curtains on the inside of it and she immediately moves all the way across the hallway to get away from it.]
[lepus will spare just it and then lup a glance—although one can really only tell by the slight turn of their head—before they continue to walk straight past it without lingering.]
[it's probably just like an alice in wonderland-esque forest! with funky-coloured apples and woodland creatures wandering about.
lepus, at least, looks mostly calm. their posture is more just "really?" than anything, before they take out their knife. with a snap of their other hand, the knife turns into a large, demonic-looking sword that they sling over their shoulders.]
You might as well tell me what's up, if we want to get out of here.
also idk why i read this and imagined lepus pulling out a rifle? like that's not what you said at all but i did just imagine them pulling out a huge fucking gun. anyway.]
The curtains are - they're part of the umbrella. [she says, voice a bit thin.] I don't know how to get out of it without...
they look at her, before stepping closer to grab her arm. not roughly, but firm; almost as though to be grounding. in contrast to the thinness of her voice, theirs remain steady.]
I've got no interest in being trapped somewhere for eternity. If there isn't a path out, we'll make one. What's the normal means of escape, even if it's not applicable here?
[the grab to her arm makes her startle a little, but she doesn't pull away. it is grounding. it makes her focus.]
The umbrella has to be snapped in two. [she says, voice a little steadier. the curtains ripple a bit, curling around the two of them, and she instinctively moves a little closer to lepus, breath uneven.]
I tried - I tried for years, I couldn't get out on my own.
I'll figure something out. Just focus on breathing.
[despite lepus's outward calm, anxious thoughts flicker through the connection. what if i can't do it, what if i fail her—but ultimately, it's followed by a steady, doesn't matter, i have to.
with their hand not holding onto lup, they attempt to slash at the curtains with their sword to see what effect that has, if any.]
[well, that - that startles her out of her fear, actually. she's so shocked to hear that line of thought that she almost misses what they say.]
... Okay. [she says, absently, and a little flicker of don't let them be alone, protect them, you helpless damsel comes through before she takes a deep breath.
the sword cuts through the curtains - they fall to the floor, but behind it is just void. swirling darkness, littered with... well, eyes.]
[into the void they go... it's horrible and cold, and the eyes watch them both intently.]
Not as far as I know, but hey. The hotel is full of surprises. [she mutters grouchily, watching as the eyes creep closer.] Those aren't supposed to be in here. The eyes.
If they're not supposed to be here, that's a good thing. That means anything goes—it'd raise problems for our escape if everything was completely accurate.
So, let's see what we can trigger.
[lepus's voice is still calm, as they try to go near enough one of the eyes to stab it.]
[and then they just stab one of the eyes - and there's a mechanical screaming, something janky and horrible, and lup flinches so hard she nearly ducks. the eyes all blink rapidly and shift through eight different colors - red, blue, pink, orange, grey, green, purple, gold - and then, without warning, big, thick, furry tentacles writhe out from the void, reaching for them both.
and instinctively, lup tries to cast a spell. fire, sunlight, something, anything.]
[lepus flinches at the noise but stands their ground. when the tentacles come for them, they'll make one slash to try and fend them off, but after, still holding onto lup—
it happens so fast that she might not even be aware of what happens, but she'll feel a pull, see the blur of movement, and then suddenly she and lepus are both several feet away from their original position. if it wasn't for the sense of movement, it'd almost seem like they teleported.
with their free hand, lepus still holds out their sword in front of themself and lup both.]
[that's fair even though i think it'd be very funny if lepus said uwu
they manage to slice one of the tentacles and they retract, with another squealing noise. and then very suddenly, lup is not where she thought she was, and she has to very unsteadily try to not fall over, holding onto lepus's arm. hhhh.]
Sounds like it. [she says, and to her credit she just sounds annoyed.] Can I have a sword or something? I - if that thing grabs me I'm going to flip my shit.
Why would I keep my razor on me when it's not Saturday --
[she huffs, and then immediately gets cut off by a little shriek as a tentacle whips out to grab her foot. lepus slashes in the direction of the voice, and manages to hack off one of the tentacles, but lup is about to get pulled off into the void by the one attached to her. she's already trying to stomp on it, kick it away.
she hasn't let go of lepus, though. she can follow instructions.]
[i hope lup feels steel judging her from another dimension for not being armed at all times
but if lup hasn't let go of lepus, that at least means they get pulled alongside her, which is what they want since it ensures that they aren't separated from each other. with that, they'll try and reach over to stab the tentacle grabbing onto her.
still, they can't just fight off tentacles forever. need to figure out what the end goal of this is...]
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[still said in an ugggggh tone though]
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[a little ear flick.]
Come on, then. [and she'll lead them off!]
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she wanders along, watching the portraits on the wall with some apprehension. some of them are nice. some of them Are Not. there's one on the wall with black curtains on the inside of it and she immediately moves all the way across the hallway to get away from it.]
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tempted to make them get sucked into it anyway]
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lepus is just avoiding any portraits that might look like wonderland-esque.]
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or maybe a combination. a wonderland portrait with black curtains so they can both suffer.
anyway whatever it is they're going into one give me cr]
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well once they're there, lepus is just giving off vibes of sheer exhaustion already.]
You've got to be kidding me...
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lup is very clearly Unhappy. she goes pretty pale at the way the curtains drape around them, very quiet.]
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lepus, at least, looks mostly calm. their posture is more just "really?" than anything, before they take out their knife. with a snap of their other hand, the knife turns into a large, demonic-looking sword that they sling over their shoulders.]
You might as well tell me what's up, if we want to get out of here.
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also idk why i read this and imagined lepus pulling out a rifle? like that's not what you said at all but i did just imagine them pulling out a huge fucking gun. anyway.]
The curtains are - they're part of the umbrella. [she says, voice a bit thin.] I don't know how to get out of it without...
[man, she wishes she had a weapon.]
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they look at her, before stepping closer to grab her arm. not roughly, but firm; almost as though to be grounding. in contrast to the thinness of her voice, theirs remain steady.]
I've got no interest in being trapped somewhere for eternity. If there isn't a path out, we'll make one. What's the normal means of escape, even if it's not applicable here?
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The umbrella has to be snapped in two. [she says, voice a little steadier. the curtains ripple a bit, curling around the two of them, and she instinctively moves a little closer to lepus, breath uneven.]
I tried - I tried for years, I couldn't get out on my own.
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[despite lepus's outward calm, anxious thoughts flicker through the connection. what if i can't do it, what if i fail her—but ultimately, it's followed by a steady, doesn't matter, i have to.
with their hand not holding onto lup, they attempt to slash at the curtains with their sword to see what effect that has, if any.]
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... Okay. [she says, absently, and a little flicker of don't let them be alone, protect them, you helpless damsel comes through before she takes a deep breath.
the sword cuts through the curtains - they fall to the floor, but behind it is just void. swirling darkness, littered with... well, eyes.]
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they'll pull lup along as they walk towards the void. sure would love a plan right about now, but sometimes, you just have to improvise.]
Nowhere to go but forward. Tell me those things don't shoot laser beams or anything, at least.
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Not as far as I know, but hey. The hotel is full of surprises. [she mutters grouchily, watching as the eyes creep closer.] Those aren't supposed to be in here. The eyes.
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So, let's see what we can trigger.
[lepus's voice is still calm, as they try to go near enough one of the eyes to stab it.]
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[and then they just stab one of the eyes - and there's a mechanical screaming, something janky and horrible, and lup flinches so hard she nearly ducks. the eyes all blink rapidly and shift through eight different colors - red, blue, pink, orange, grey, green, purple, gold - and then, without warning, big, thick, furry tentacles writhe out from the void, reaching for them both.
and instinctively, lup tries to cast a spell. fire, sunlight, something, anything.]
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it happens so fast that she might not even be aware of what happens, but she'll feel a pull, see the blur of movement, and then suddenly she and lepus are both several feet away from their original position. if it wasn't for the sense of movement, it'd almost seem like they teleported.
with their free hand, lepus still holds out their sword in front of themself and lup both.]
... Would that be your demented furby?
[they refuse to say the word "uwu".]
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they manage to slice one of the tentacles and they retract, with another squealing noise. and then very suddenly, lup is not where she thought she was, and she has to very unsteadily try to not fall over, holding onto lepus's arm. hhhh.]
Sounds like it. [she says, and to her credit she just sounds annoyed.] Can I have a sword or something? I - if that thing grabs me I'm going to flip my shit.
[a quiet voice behind them warbles pway...]
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... Otherwise, if you think it's going to nab you, hold onto me and try not to let go.
[at the voice, they're going to whirl around and slash at the source.]
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[she huffs, and then immediately gets cut off by a little shriek as a tentacle whips out to grab her foot. lepus slashes in the direction of the voice, and manages to hack off one of the tentacles, but lup is about to get pulled off into the void by the one attached to her. she's already trying to stomp on it, kick it away.
she hasn't let go of lepus, though. she can follow instructions.]
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but if lup hasn't let go of lepus, that at least means they get pulled alongside her, which is what they want since it ensures that they aren't separated from each other. with that, they'll try and reach over to stab the tentacle grabbing onto her.
still, they can't just fight off tentacles forever. need to figure out what the end goal of this is...]
Where exactly does this thing want to take you—!?