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[[day 3]]
With a sigh that is as reluctant as it is improbable, the house relinquishes to the day. It summons the creatures back into the cover of darkness, sucks blood into the floor as though it were never there, allows the thin and meager rays of daylight to filter through the dirty windows. Lets the day in.
It's had its fun, and understands that it can't ( Read more... ) -
[[NIGHT]]
Is this familiar?
The wind picks up, along toward dusk, setting the house to creaking, almost seeming to sway. This time, though, not all the lights go off. The upper floor, oddly, remains on. Of course, the fact remains that the kitchen, and its weapons, are downstairs. In the dark. New doors are unlocked, though, now, and while the halls seem ( Read more... ) -
[[Day 2]]
Just as night fell abruptly, day came slowly, gently. The gentle rays of the sun crept up along the walls of the House, almost as though teasing the dark things inside, taunting them into coming out to play.
But whatever is in the House has no desire to play in sunlight, and as the house fills with it, they recoil. Beasts flatten into the wall, ( Read more... ) -
[[NIGHT]]
It's around dusk when the lights go out.
It's like a power outage, but there's no fizzle or hiss and certainly no storm, no sound from outside audible. The house groans, settling into its foundation, as all the lights switch off at once, simply cease to work. Flashlights work, if they can be found, and there may be a few in the house, for those who ( Read more... ) -
[[Day 1]]
Around sunrise, the door to the house swings slowly open.
It's a nondescript, old house, on a run down lane in a relatively poor neighborhood, where people shuffle about with their heads down. For years, they've avoided the house without knowing why - there's nothing really wrong with it, though no one's ever seen people living there, or going ( Read more... ) -
introduction (semirhage)
This one does not appear surprised at her location at all, though the fact is that she has little enough expression to indicate any feeling whatsoever. Somewhat more alarming is the way her link to the Great Lord seems to have gone...fuzzy, faint, as though she's almost too far away to feel it, but Semirhage isn't going to let petty things like ( Read more... ) -
Introduction (Asmodean)
First there is darkness, then a dull throbbing behind his eyes before he opens them to receive the light. Strangely, it does not make him feel any warmer; he pushes himself into a sitting position, muscles protesting as if he'd spent the night on a hard, wooden floor. Which, apparently, he had ( Read more... ) -
introduction (russia)
When he first wakes up, Russia feels the hard wood beneath him. The last time he had conscious thought was when he was lying in bed, a fuzzy haired China pressed to his back. He opens his eyes and stands up awkwardly. He looks around, not recognizing his surroundings ( Read more... ) -
Introduction (Robb Stark)
There was a moment of pain, of emptiness, of darkness. A moment of death ( Read more... ) -
[[Day 1]]
The night relinquishes its grip slowly. Light doesn't seem to touch the house properly, though the sun does rise, slowly, and break through the dark glass of the windows. The lights come back on where before they refused to switch up. Bloodstains vanish into the floor, and things creep back into the walls. By the time morning has truly come, the ( Read more... )