( SEANCE - WEEK 2, JASON )

[abhoth]

[As promised by Craftly, a faceless man waits for Emily as soon as curfew is lifted. Up the stairs they both go, down the outdoor hallway and towards the Dark Room. Craftly stands by the door, a grim look on his face as he pulls a small glass vial from his suit's pocket. Removing the lid with one tendril, he dips another into the contents. They are distinctively red.]

My apologies for this, young miss.

[And then copious amounts of blood are slathered onto the palms of Emily's hands and her forehead. The coppery scent will invade her nostrils, but not nearly as much as when she's ushered into the Dark Room. Candles light up the usually pitch black space, and she will quickly notice that alchemical symbols have been etches into the ground with chalk. In the middle of the circle is a white basin.

A tongue rests inside of it.

Emily will be instructed to sit down in front of it, facing the wall with her back towards the door. Craftly will stick around just in case his help is needed, but strangely enough? Emily won't feel any of the usual spookiness from the Dark Room. Only eerie silence, and something of a light pressure in the atmosphere.]

Speak, Emily, and the dead will answer you.

[And now it's up to her to carry this conversation. No pressure.]

Comments

thanks for the descent into high chaos

[empireofrats]

[Her Corvo never returned with this kind of smell. He never returned with hands rubbed raw from trying to remove the stains of murder either. This is all new, disorienting. Death was always one room away from her before, but now she sits in the room of death with dipped hands.

The room reminds her of the Void in a different way. It's this place's own "Void," she thinks, though Crafty is probably not the one that's the Outsider. Something bigger is, something darker. She can feel it hugging the edge of the room, immense and powerful, but not threatening. Not right now.

Her mouth goes dry when she sees the tongue, but she sits facing the Dark, back to the only exit not death, wrists resting on her thighs to keep her hands from touching herself.] Hello?

I want to... talk to Jason.