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?
THIS IS A SECRET LOG! THIS MEANS THAT ALL CONTENT INSIDE OF IT IS SECRET BOTH IC AND OOC UNTIL YOUR CHARACTER IS ONCE AGAIN IN A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN REVEAL IT!
It's okay to make vague commentary on how things are going for your character, but please don't tell anyone OOCly the specifics of the location, characters, or events. That's for you and anyone else who joins you to share.
Start with your character arriving, and things will go from there.
Julien freezes where he's been setting out food that's starting to look a bit less fresh than when he got it. He's not been a big fan of dogs over the past several years, not since he really started smelling like a bird, and of course the wounds that giant wolf gave him are newly healed and still tender. This one looks familiar, though, it has that aesthetic he became familiar with in Portland, and he groans as he places it.
"Oh, no, you're that psychop-" Julien stops himself. Not a psychopomp, not anymore. He's got that one supervisor role. Fuck. He'll remember it in a minute. He rephrases his starting sentiment. "Hey. You're with Sans, aren't you? Does that mean he got caught too?"
It's not a given here, in the Carnival, or even at home, but he doesn't think the dog is an instance of Sans, or a shapeshift.
New stands rigid, staring at Julien with wide, suspicious sockets. Then, very slowly, it will move closer to Julien and growl softly. And then it straight up let's out a rattling howl.
Julien holds fast as it advances on him, though his hackles rise. You're not supposed to run from dogs or they chase you. Sometimes, flaring up and looking as big as he can works. Sometimes it just makes them mad and he's fully aware that if you hurt a dog while defending yourself from it people think you're evil.
He's had a lot of bad experiences with peoples' pets.
Despite himself he does flinch at the howl, his feathers slicking down against his body, and, annoyed with himself, says, "Great. Are you done?"
It slowly pulls back, still watching Julien carefully - until finally another howl sounds in the distance. It replies with another shorter cry, and then will try to run around to the other side of Julien, growling again like it's trying to chase Julien in that direction.
Bird faces don't really show expressions. You'd have to be very familiar with bird body language and feather posture to understand the equivalent. Julien's afraid of getting bit - he's contorted uncomfortably trying to keep his throat out of reach - and half sure it won't actually, sincerely attack him and very certain that hitting it back would end badly.
"You don't have to herd me. I'm going. Jesus Christ..."
New will stalk him all the way back to Curse's living space, which is apparently their final destination. Despite Julien's assertions, this once seems absolutely certain that herding is a requirement. Once they have arrived, Julien will see Sans sitting on a pile of rubble, with another nearly identical skeleton dog laying half across his lap.
Sans will open a couple of his eyes, his grin widening slightly.
Ah. Julien pauses in sight of the little skeleton, ignoring New for the moment, and then in the same language says "God is damned."
It's a very mild, PG-level epithet in English or the fae tongue, but in the divine language that's one of the most blasphemous oaths it's possible to say, at least for an angel. Demons have a similar sounding phrase tossed around more casually, especially while trying to shock and anger angels.
The positions of all his feathers have changed in a couple heartbeats, wilting or drooping. His beak goes and points at the dirty floor too. Somehow, while he'd suspected this is what he'd find, it's worse.
"Whoah," Sans says in the faeish tongue they all use in the carnival and is basically english as far as we're concerned. "I'm pretty sure that gets you put in the naughty corner, buddo. Oh wait."
He gestures around them as his dogs's tails thump against the stone.
Julien trudges further into Curse's space and just lays down on the stone, expelling a deep breath and suppressing the urge to thump his head down. If he was human-shaped here he'd be wanting to lay facedown on the floor like a tipped bowling pin.
He's seen this other ex-angel teleport and that he's still here means he can't. Julien knows what that means.
"Yeah. Wash my mouth out with soap." That's a reference, he realizes after saying that, he doesn't know if talking skeletons have that whole... whole thing, but Julien's cheer is not presently with him, he had no desire to explain. "I'm... I know it doesn't help anything, but I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I got Reira into this and now you."
A note for the future, if he's got one: just don't tell anyone about bad things happening if it looks like there's nothing they can do. Back at home sometimes there was something, after all, and his friends could comfort him if there wasn't. It's different here.
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"Oh, no, you're that psychop-" Julien stops himself. Not a psychopomp, not anymore. He's got that one supervisor role. Fuck. He'll remember it in a minute. He rephrases his starting sentiment. "Hey. You're with Sans, aren't you? Does that mean he got caught too?"
It's not a given here, in the Carnival, or even at home, but he doesn't think the dog is an instance of Sans, or a shapeshift.
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He's had a lot of bad experiences with peoples' pets.
Despite himself he does flinch at the howl, his feathers slicking down against his body, and, annoyed with himself, says, "Great. Are you done?"
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"You don't have to herd me. I'm going. Jesus Christ..."
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Sans will open a couple of his eyes, his grin widening slightly.
"This went well," he comments in angelic.
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It's a very mild, PG-level epithet in English or the fae tongue, but in the divine language that's one of the most blasphemous oaths it's possible to say, at least for an angel. Demons have a similar sounding phrase tossed around more casually, especially while trying to shock and anger angels.
The positions of all his feathers have changed in a couple heartbeats, wilting or drooping. His beak goes and points at the dirty floor too. Somehow, while he'd suspected this is what he'd find, it's worse.
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He gestures around them as his dogs's tails thump against the stone.
"We're already here."
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He's seen this other ex-angel teleport and that he's still here means he can't. Julien knows what that means.
"Yeah. Wash my mouth out with soap." That's a reference, he realizes after saying that, he doesn't know if talking skeletons have that whole... whole thing, but Julien's cheer is not presently with him, he had no desire to explain. "I'm... I know it doesn't help anything, but I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I got Reira into this and now you."
A note for the future, if he's got one: just don't tell anyone about bad things happening if it looks like there's nothing they can do. Back at home sometimes there was something, after all, and his friends could comfort him if there wasn't. It's different here.