The underneath is a network of sewers and cold basement levels, filled with the stench of mildew and death. You hear sounds - at a distance, and nearby. Like many legs in the dripping water, like soft voices echoing down the halls.
More notably, no matter how you got here, you can't seem to get back out. However you arrived, it's a one-way entry, and there seems to be strong magical warding stopping anything from leaving.
Are these the dungeons? Or was your arrival here a mistake?
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Julien makes a deep pigeony mrrmmm down in his chest. He hadn't heard about the rulebreaking, but then, he's not violent or inclined to cause trouble. Not intentionally cause trouble.
"She lets people go home even if it hasn't been a year. We went somewhere kind of... weird and unpleasant, and she got us out, and like half her staff went to see her and went home. Supposedly they'll be back, some of them came back right away, I think they won't be off the hook or have the reward until they've served their year." He thinks it's more complicated than that, but that's what he's picked up anyway, in his all of two months.
"I get the feeling she wants us around, we're like entertainment, but she doesn't bear her staff ill will. Guess she was the exception. The fae in that other world were pretty openly cruel."
"Then you are fortunate, indeed," Curse says, with seemingly no more to say on the subject than that. Just can't relate, sorry. "This is the only life among fae we've ever known."
It's about then that they arrive at Curse's abode, which... is not all that impressive. It's mostly a dead-end tunnel that has been blocked off as a separate room, with a mostly dry floor and some makeshift piles of skins and webbing that function as beds. There is also a pile of stone slab that serves as a table, and a pile of stone that makes some sort of fire pit in the middle. It's currently full of blackened cinders and little else.
"Here we are," they say, gesturing around with all four arms. "It's not much, but it's home."
It does not seem much, but Reira comes in and looks at it with what can only be read as clear interest. It is with wide eyes that she looks around-taking in every detail she can, her bare feet tapping along the ground. A table...a fire-pit...she pauses to blink at the skins, wondering how long those will last if 'organic things' rot away, but after a while....
Her daemon, invisible, but still there, brushes against her. "....It seems sort of like... ...what my home was," she says after a moment. A dusty, ruined room, with nothing but rubble at all ends. There are obvious-and numerous differences, but the association is there. "...I didn't have a place for fire though. ...It's a little cleaner here, I think, too." Only a little though, and only in here, really. Out there it's definitely more than bad. "...we can really stay here right now?"
The world Julien is from has certain resources that different things from different dimensions or realities - he's really not sure which - have been vying for for a very long time. One of them likes acting through human proxies who serve it with great enthusiasm and fervor. By all accounts it's possessive and wants to take them back to wherever it's from if it succeeds.
He hadn't connected that with the Ringmaster taking people into her Carnival, but he can kind of see it here. That's... well. He feels numbed and cold by all this. Everything comes down to being used and yanked about, though, doesn't it?
A handful of eyes form just to look specifically at Reira. She'd been homeless? By the standard of not living in housing, anyway? That explains some things, poor kid.
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"She lets people go home even if it hasn't been a year. We went somewhere kind of... weird and unpleasant, and she got us out, and like half her staff went to see her and went home. Supposedly they'll be back, some of them came back right away, I think they won't be off the hook or have the reward until they've served their year." He thinks it's more complicated than that, but that's what he's picked up anyway, in his all of two months.
"I get the feeling she wants us around, we're like entertainment, but she doesn't bear her staff ill will. Guess she was the exception. The fae in that other world were pretty openly cruel."
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It's about then that they arrive at Curse's abode, which... is not all that impressive. It's mostly a dead-end tunnel that has been blocked off as a separate room, with a mostly dry floor and some makeshift piles of skins and webbing that function as beds. There is also a pile of stone slab that serves as a table, and a pile of stone that makes some sort of fire pit in the middle. It's currently full of blackened cinders and little else.
"Here we are," they say, gesturing around with all four arms. "It's not much, but it's home."
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Her daemon, invisible, but still there, brushes against her. "....It seems sort of like... ...what my home was," she says after a moment. A dusty, ruined room, with nothing but rubble at all ends. There are obvious-and numerous differences, but the association is there. "...I didn't have a place for fire though. ...It's a little cleaner here, I think, too." Only a little though, and only in here, really. Out there it's definitely more than bad. "...we can really stay here right now?"
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He hadn't connected that with the Ringmaster taking people into her Carnival, but he can kind of see it here. That's... well. He feels numbed and cold by all this. Everything comes down to being used and yanked about, though, doesn't it?
A handful of eyes form just to look specifically at Reira. She'd been homeless? By the standard of not living in housing, anyway? That explains some things, poor kid.