Basement. 'Bout a year ago, me and Serah Arany went after a doll. Figured it was possessed, only before we could deal with it the Gallows got smashed to — [ shit almost leaves his mouth. recalling company: ] — Got all smashed up. So it's been lost.
[ the distant, rhymthic thump of something against wood. ]
[He hears the pause and is briefly tempted to mention he taught young adults and heard a great deal of profanity, but decides it's a bit of harmless fun to let it go on.]
A possessed doll.
[Less fun. Much less.]
I'm on my way.
[Sure enough, several minutes later Emmrich is there, glove on, staff in hand. He'd ask 'where' in the basement but the thumping is easy to locate.]
Do you know any of the specifics? The method by which it was possessed, or the nature of what possesses it?
[ not quite: the hair's human, spidery lashes the blonde baby curls, but it's only teeth dropped down its hard porcelain neck. they rattle as it bashes the side of its sealed crate.
cedric's armed, but only for routine; just shirtsleeves and a prybar. a nearby box levers open over diplomacy's precious stash of tea and sugar. ]
S'posed to curse its owners. Folks slipping out the bath, choking on a bone — that kinna thing. But it weren't active when we took it.
[The thing should be properly contained behind wards, and then safely taken apart there. But he does not have the wards of the Necropolis here, nor does he have the means to put together something similar on such short notice.
Cedric's words snapped him out of his thoughts.]
Something's made it active since? The attack on the Gallows, or do you have other suspicions?
[That could prove the solution to most safely unravel this mess. Hurling magic about wildly was never the best approach.]
oh my god sorry for some reason i thought it was your turn OTL
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corpsestuff) wrote2025-01-19 08:22 pm
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Of course. Where are you?
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[ the distant, rhymthic thump of something against wood. ]
Reckon I found it.
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A possessed doll.
[Less fun. Much less.]
I'm on my way.
[Sure enough, several minutes later Emmrich is there, glove on, staff in hand. He'd ask 'where' in the basement but the thumping is easy to locate.]
Do you know any of the specifics? The method by which it was possessed, or the nature of what possesses it?
no subject
[ not quite: the hair's human, spidery lashes the blonde baby curls, but it's only teeth dropped down its hard porcelain neck. they rattle as it bashes the side of its sealed crate.
cedric's armed, but only for routine; just shirtsleeves and a prybar. a nearby box levers open over diplomacy's precious stash of tea and sugar. ]
S'posed to curse its owners. Folks slipping out the bath, choking on a bone — that kinna thing. But it weren't active when we took it.
no subject
Cedric's words snapped him out of his thoughts.]
Something's made it active since? The attack on the Gallows, or do you have other suspicions?
[That could prove the solution to most safely unravel this mess. Hurling magic about wildly was never the best approach.]
oh my god sorry for some reason i thought it was your turn OTL
[ thump, thump. cedric tips his head. when that. ]
— But we store all kinna things down here. Taken boxes up before and it's never done nothing.