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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"Umnh..." Yes, well. Patrol. Reira chews her lip, nodding. "...Everyone kept feeling scared, so it was hard to sleep... ...but as soon as I went to where Julien was, they showed up..." Whoops.
She tilts her head, squinting up to the other. Why IS there excitement there? That's odd. "...I don't know the Ringmaster really good, but she does care about people. ...That's what it felt like, at least...but..."
...Why would someone get excited if new people appeared? Maybe, because... "....Were you alone here?" Was she lonely? That would be good reason to get excited, she thinks.
"We did," he says, sighing. Maybe he shouldn't have told anyone. What could they do, beyond worry and maybe end up in trouble themselves? It had seemed important in the moment.
Julien's not so hopeful. "Maybe. We haven't been with her for all that long." She's got to have a bad impression of them. If just one person is returned, he has to make sure it's Reira. This isn't her fault.
He shifts his weight, not liking that even in this light he can't see all that well and can't read this person. Maybe if he offers his resources that'll at least fend off the worry that they'll do something unpleasant. "I can give you food and water if you want any. Uh, I'm carrying enough for a really long time."
"Not completely," they answer to Reira. "But even company can become isolating when you've been here as long as I have."
They look at Julien, and their expression is... doubtful? The sort of look you'd give a person when you think they're being hopelessly naive.
"Perhaps for now. But I can warn you now, it won't last for long. If the food is fresh I'd advise eating and drinking your fill while you still have the chance. This world is filled with poison, and so will be everything within it."
Not completely...hmm. "Oh... ...you got excited, so..." She trails off, and decides to try focusing on other things. People apparently act odd when they realize she feels things, and she'd rather people not act 'odd'.
"...Julien has his food in his 'inventory'," Reira explains in turn, shaking her head. "...I don't think things go bad in there, though." ...Though perhaps she's wrong? She glances at Julien, waiting for so much as a feeling of upset to prove her wrong. "...Why is everything poison though?" she adds, frowning. "....We saw bones and things, before... ...but I thought those were eaten by the things that felt hungry... ...Did poison kill them instead?"
Long term, huh. That's such an unpleasant thought. Long term here in the dark and with the closeness of the walls, shut away from light and air. Julien shifts a little more, unhappily considering that he's gonna end up claustrophobic.
"I have sort of a pocket dimension where time stops, and after a... certain disaster a long time ago, I've always kept it stocked." It wasn't that long ago really, but it's something that happened at home, so it's not really relevant. Even before then he'd started to be a bit of a hoarder. Why pay to take away trash when you could use it to heal yourself? "I can still get to it here."
He thinks she's metaphorical about poison and doesn't comment. Certainly in these conditions anything would spoil or be tainted quickly, if it was out exposed to time and the world.
They shrug their multiple sets of shoulders, and gesture for them to follow. They will start heading off and continuing to answer, apparently no longer wanting to remain in the same place for too long.
"Some are dead when they arrive," they explain, levelly. "Some are left here alive and then later killed and eaten by the others. Most have lost any semblance of themselves by now. I suppose their deaths may be considered a mercy."
As morbid as that is, their emotions will not waver in the face of it. They are accustomed to the realities of their existence.
Following is easy-she'll do so, turning her head occasionally when she feels the presence of something else nearby. "....So anyone who does something against the rules comes here then..." Well. That sucks. But with at least one of the number keeping a level head, Reira can manage just as well.
It isn't as though she hadn't seen anything equally cruel before all of this.
"Umn-if you were the one from before then... ...Why did they make you come here?" Presumably rule breaking is the big one, but. Well. "...Even though it was because we broke a rule... ...would that really be why you had to come here too?"
On another note though, maybe she Will eat now. Probably a good idea. "....Julien..? ....is there something we could eat now? ...Just in case?"
That the spider-mannequin has apparently lived for this long probably means they've eaten people too, he notes. This could be a trap. If this really is for the long run he's definitely not going to last long after his supplies run dry. Leaving aside his bone-deep reluctance to actually hurt anything, his body is mostly a giant pigeon. Not suited to living on raw meat, and he's carrying hundreds of pounds of muscle. Ugh.
"Sure, Reira." He uses his beak to indicate where he wants a portal to form, down low where she can reach, and opens it and thinks of several items. Street food in plastic baggies mostly, and bottled water. "Just reach in. You can get it as we go. Uh, you want anything?" He's addressing the figure they're following. "If it is going to go bad, I've got a lot to unload."
No packs of blood, though, if that's their game. He's not that well prepared.
"Why not?" they say to Julien, with a bit of a laugh. "Who knows when the opportunity to eat real food will arrive again - though I wouldn't want to grow used to it."
Beyond that, though, they remain mostly focused on Reira's questions. They certainly don't seem to mind sharing what they know.
"There are plenty of rules that the butler could break," they explain. "And doing so could bear a far greater weight, with the influence they have over the other servants. It did in my case. No matter your position, the Prince does not abide by those who go against his word. That was never our purpose, and thinking otherwise would be foolish."
Ahh. Well, that at least confirms that they're all more or less here for the 'same thing'. Even if 'all is only them, so far. The girl pulls out some food baggies, passing one to the woman with a nod.
"...The poison ruins things but... ...You said people 'lost themselves'. ...That means the poison didn't kill them right? It just ruined everything else." That's at least what she understands? It's a little odd to think of poison as being so specific. Rotting the food, but leaving people alive? Strange. "...I guess Sparrow will be ok..."
Said sparrow gives a tiny 'peep!', ruffling herself out from Reira's hair again. No pulse, no need to eat....She'll be fine. Maybe.
Hot dog in a bun, either one slathered with mustard and onion and pickle relish or slapped with chili and covered in cheese, either kind has made a mess of the inside of the bag but is still very warm and intact. For a moment it's enough to block out the smell of this place. All right, Julien will have to eat something too.
'His' word, Julien notices, not 'their' word. Obedience, not holding to promises. Well, it's not like he hadn't twigged to how sinister this whole thing was before now.
That sparrow is creepy but he keeps that to himself. When compared to everything else, it's just not worth even reacting to. "And why are you telling us all this? Aren't we just..." Fresh meat? "Competition, since it's so rough here?"
"No, the poison won't deteriorate living flesh," they clarify. "Once a body has died, the meat with be fresh only at first. From that point forward, it will gradually become infected with the poison's disease. At first, it will pass for food but make you sick... later, it will become entirely inedible. I expect the same will happen to the food you've brought, as well as any clothing or belongings. Though, inorganic matter tends to hold together longer."
Which you can see a bit of by the fact that what passes for their skirt is still in one piece, though it looks like it must smell very bad. The being will accept the baggies from Reira with a grateful nod, though without the desperation you might expect from someone in this situation. Reira will still feel their ambient anticipation and excitement, however, even if it doesn't show on the surface.
They turn to look at Julien for a moment, something sharp in their eye.
"It does seem set up that way, doesn't it? To corrupt our bodies and minds, while simultaneously using desperate hunger to make what food remains a precious commodity."
That excitement is so strange, truly. Reira herself seems relieved, at least, to hear that inorganic things hold together. "...Foster made the Sparrow alive again, but...not hungry, so I hope it works then..." The tiny bird is sort of in an awkward grey area, she supposes. Oh well.
She glances at the skirt, and then to her disk. "...My duel disk will stay on then, at least...since it's all light and metal and things. But..." This is starting to feel very strange.
"....Why are you excited?" She can't keep it to herself any more, and while she keeps following, she stares quite deliberately up to the woman, as if waiting. "....It feels like you're waiting for something, and you're excited.... ....but I can't figure out why."
Julien's covered in feathers, which are technically dead, but the ex-butler's hair seems to still be, well, existent, and hair is even more dead than feathers. Well. He's not holding out hope.
His neck stretches out as the spider mannequin turns towards him with that look on their face. Reira's brought up excitement and he believes it. With bird body language, the longer his neck is and the closer his feathers are to his skin the more fearful he is, and that's certainly a thing too. Bird body language doesn't include a smattering of phantom eyes appearing at the same time, of course.
He's in no position to make demands. "You may as well tell us."
They pause for a moment, stopping in their footsteps. Their eyes linger on the two of them for a few moments, the expression hard to read, their head slightly tilting. There is no fear in them.
Then, finally, their tension breaks with a snort. They lift up the baggie of food.
"Well, you just gave me this, didn't you? Do you suppose this is something I get frequently?"
The child has a rather stiff look in her eyes, with that answer. That can't be it, because the feeling came before she mentioned food....but people lie for reasons. Sometimes bad ones.
Mostly bad ones, really, she finds herself thinking, but for now the child lets it slide. Julien can, at the least, no doubt see that his charge doesn't believe the woman.
"....I guess that's a good thing to be excited about. ....I'm still learning what lots of foods are, but most of them were good so far." But just...how much farther are they to go? And where? And what lies at the end of it? Will she feel more emotions creeping inward as they get near?
....will it be anything good, that's the better question....
Julien would've been surprised if there had been fear of them. Reira's an undersized seven year old and Julien looks like a giant pigeon. They're both not as easy prey as they might look, but they definitely don't look like much.
Good to see Reira's more wary now, anyway. Fleetingly Julien wishes he still had his dæmon, but then again Julie might have blurted all kinds of things by now. Maybe not. This isn't like saying mildly embarrassing things in a friendly setting.
"Best hot dogs in Detroit, no one gets those often enough even if they live there," he says lightly, as if he buys that as an explanation. "Are we going anywhere in particular, or is it just better to keep moving down here?"
They will happily accept that, offering a strange smile before continuing down the passageway. They'll keep speaking as they walk.
"We're going to my living space. It will avoid the chance of any sudden attacks, and my belongings are there. It will easier for you to rest when required, as opposed to having to form a shelter for yourself."
"Some of those down here are still friendly, but some are now only hungry for meat. It's... unfortunate."
Unfortunate indeed-and she certainly couldn't say if the woman wasn't telling the truth, given the feelings the had been avoiding. "...Thank you," she says honestly-some shelter, after all, is nothing to turn down. "...Do you know the other friendly people?" How close are they, is something she wants to ask, but pulling an 'are we there yet' seems rather rude.
Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly. Julien almost says it under his breath, but he's pretty sure Reira wouldn't get it. Well, if it's their lair maybe that means they'll be the only one there. If it's not, chances are they'd stalk these two, or else they'd come across someone who doesn't even pretend to be helpful and civil.
He nods with his companion's thanks. "I can distribute more of what I've got, if that buys any time." As not-dinner to whoever. With a little pang of despair he realizes he's probably going to have to start selling himself as more delicious than Reira.
"I do," they say. "There's at least one other in this area. How the two of us have retained our sanity this long, I'm not sure. I've always suspected that it was because I had my own magical gifts."
"It would be kind of you to share when otherwise it will go to waste," they say to Julien, frankly. "I doubt the ones that are truly far gone will even recognize this as food at this point, but for the ones that do..."
"What kind of gifts?" she finds herself wondering. Her daemon, after all, still floats around as a ghostly fragment of her 'imagination'...but would such a thing count? Could empathy count? Julien was probably 'super magic', so how would he fare?
The gold dust that comes from her hair trails a bit while they go, and she ponders what to ask. "....If someone is hungry, how come they would have to realize it's food? ...Food has smells, right?"
Ah, good. Well, if he does lose his mind and decide to attack people, he's too big and air-adapted to be very good at it here. Really even if he does have enough food and water to keep himself and the kid going for a long time, he's just not going to last long. Julien has reached the point where things are almost funny, in a dull way. This is ridiculous. He wishes he could reject it.
"If they've been living on other people dumped down into here for so long, they might not know anything else is food. Even the meat I've got is cooked..." He pauses, sorts through his awareness of the things he's carrying. Something seems very subtly off about it, but he can't quite tell what, he hasn't been down here long enough for it to really be affected. "Most of it. I have some pork chops and chicken nuggets from way back when. But those aren't bloody, let alone alive, so they might not register."
He nods at the spider-mannequin, feeling subdued. "Yeah. Might as well spread a little kindness. Tell me when, all right?"
They nod, confirming Julien's explanation of it as they cast Reira a glance.
"They have come to recognize things that were recently living as a sign that the food will not make them ill. I'm sure that they could be convinced to try eating it with exposure, but the trouble is that they'd likely be more interested in killing you than experimenting with new flavours."
They fall silent for a few moments, before speaking again.
"For your own sakes, I hope that your stay is not permanent. It is not often that the Prince has guests, so I have little experience to speak from regarding your prognosis."
"Mhhnnn..." Well....that's a little more disappointing then. "....If the Ringmaster doesn't make a bargain though, that means we're stuck, doesn't it." She HAD asked about that, after all.
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She tilts her head, squinting up to the other. Why IS there excitement there? That's odd. "...I don't know the Ringmaster really good, but she does care about people. ...That's what it felt like, at least...but..."
...Why would someone get excited if new people appeared? Maybe, because... "....Were you alone here?" Was she lonely? That would be good reason to get excited, she thinks.
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Julien's not so hopeful. "Maybe. We haven't been with her for all that long." She's got to have a bad impression of them. If just one person is returned, he has to make sure it's Reira. This isn't her fault.
He shifts his weight, not liking that even in this light he can't see all that well and can't read this person. Maybe if he offers his resources that'll at least fend off the worry that they'll do something unpleasant. "I can give you food and water if you want any. Uh, I'm carrying enough for a really long time."
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They look at Julien, and their expression is... doubtful? The sort of look you'd give a person when you think they're being hopelessly naive.
"Perhaps for now. But I can warn you now, it won't last for long. If the food is fresh I'd advise eating and drinking your fill while you still have the chance. This world is filled with poison, and so will be everything within it."
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"...Julien has his food in his 'inventory'," Reira explains in turn, shaking her head. "...I don't think things go bad in there, though." ...Though perhaps she's wrong? She glances at Julien, waiting for so much as a feeling of upset to prove her wrong. "...Why is everything poison though?" she adds, frowning. "....We saw bones and things, before... ...but I thought those were eaten by the things that felt hungry... ...Did poison kill them instead?"
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"I have sort of a pocket dimension where time stops, and after a... certain disaster a long time ago, I've always kept it stocked." It wasn't that long ago really, but it's something that happened at home, so it's not really relevant. Even before then he'd started to be a bit of a hoarder. Why pay to take away trash when you could use it to heal yourself? "I can still get to it here."
He thinks she's metaphorical about poison and doesn't comment. Certainly in these conditions anything would spoil or be tainted quickly, if it was out exposed to time and the world.
"Were you a guest, or one of the servants here?"
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"Some are dead when they arrive," they explain, levelly. "Some are left here alive and then later killed and eaten by the others. Most have lost any semblance of themselves by now. I suppose their deaths may be considered a mercy."
As morbid as that is, their emotions will not waver in the face of it. They are accustomed to the realities of their existence.
"I was the butler, before the present one."
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It isn't as though she hadn't seen anything equally cruel before all of this.
"Umn-if you were the one from before then... ...Why did they make you come here?" Presumably rule breaking is the big one, but. Well. "...Even though it was because we broke a rule... ...would that really be why you had to come here too?"
On another note though, maybe she Will eat now. Probably a good idea. "....Julien..? ....is there something we could eat now? ...Just in case?"
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That the spider-mannequin has apparently lived for this long probably means they've eaten people too, he notes. This could be a trap. If this really is for the long run he's definitely not going to last long after his supplies run dry. Leaving aside his bone-deep reluctance to actually hurt anything, his body is mostly a giant pigeon. Not suited to living on raw meat, and he's carrying hundreds of pounds of muscle. Ugh.
"Sure, Reira." He uses his beak to indicate where he wants a portal to form, down low where she can reach, and opens it and thinks of several items. Street food in plastic baggies mostly, and bottled water. "Just reach in. You can get it as we go. Uh, you want anything?" He's addressing the figure they're following. "If it is going to go bad, I've got a lot to unload."
No packs of blood, though, if that's their game. He's not that well prepared.
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Beyond that, though, they remain mostly focused on Reira's questions. They certainly don't seem to mind sharing what they know.
"There are plenty of rules that the butler could break," they explain. "And doing so could bear a far greater weight, with the influence they have over the other servants. It did in my case. No matter your position, the Prince does not abide by those who go against his word. That was never our purpose, and thinking otherwise would be foolish."
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"...The poison ruins things but... ...You said people 'lost themselves'. ...That means the poison didn't kill them right? It just ruined everything else." That's at least what she understands? It's a little odd to think of poison as being so specific. Rotting the food, but leaving people alive? Strange. "...I guess Sparrow will be ok..."
Said sparrow gives a tiny 'peep!', ruffling herself out from Reira's hair again. No pulse, no need to eat....She'll be fine. Maybe.
Maybe?
Ah. "....Where are we going?"
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'His' word, Julien notices, not 'their' word. Obedience, not holding to promises. Well, it's not like he hadn't twigged to how sinister this whole thing was before now.
That sparrow is creepy but he keeps that to himself. When compared to everything else, it's just not worth even reacting to. "And why are you telling us all this? Aren't we just..." Fresh meat? "Competition, since it's so rough here?"
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Which you can see a bit of by the fact that what passes for their skirt is still in one piece, though it looks like it must smell very bad. The being will accept the baggies from Reira with a grateful nod, though without the desperation you might expect from someone in this situation. Reira will still feel their ambient anticipation and excitement, however, even if it doesn't show on the surface.
They turn to look at Julien for a moment, something sharp in their eye.
"It does seem set up that way, doesn't it? To corrupt our bodies and minds, while simultaneously using desperate hunger to make what food remains a precious commodity."
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She glances at the skirt, and then to her disk. "...My duel disk will stay on then, at least...since it's all light and metal and things. But..." This is starting to feel very strange.
"....Why are you excited?" She can't keep it to herself any more, and while she keeps following, she stares quite deliberately up to the woman, as if waiting. "....It feels like you're waiting for something, and you're excited.... ....but I can't figure out why."
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His neck stretches out as the spider mannequin turns towards him with that look on their face. Reira's brought up excitement and he believes it. With bird body language, the longer his neck is and the closer his feathers are to his skin the more fearful he is, and that's certainly a thing too. Bird body language doesn't include a smattering of phantom eyes appearing at the same time, of course.
He's in no position to make demands. "You may as well tell us."
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Then, finally, their tension breaks with a snort. They lift up the baggie of food.
"Well, you just gave me this, didn't you? Do you suppose this is something I get frequently?"
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Mostly bad ones, really, she finds herself thinking, but for now the child lets it slide. Julien can, at the least, no doubt see that his charge doesn't believe the woman.
"....I guess that's a good thing to be excited about. ....I'm still learning what lots of foods are, but most of them were good so far." But just...how much farther are they to go? And where? And what lies at the end of it? Will she feel more emotions creeping inward as they get near?
....will it be anything good, that's the better question....
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Good to see Reira's more wary now, anyway. Fleetingly Julien wishes he still had his dæmon, but then again Julie might have blurted all kinds of things by now. Maybe not. This isn't like saying mildly embarrassing things in a friendly setting.
"Best hot dogs in Detroit, no one gets those often enough even if they live there," he says lightly, as if he buys that as an explanation. "Are we going anywhere in particular, or is it just better to keep moving down here?"
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"We're going to my living space. It will avoid the chance of any sudden attacks, and my belongings are there. It will easier for you to rest when required, as opposed to having to form a shelter for yourself."
"Some of those down here are still friendly, but some are now only hungry for meat. It's... unfortunate."
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He nods with his companion's thanks. "I can distribute more of what I've got, if that buys any time." As not-dinner to whoever. With a little pang of despair he realizes he's probably going to have to start selling himself as more delicious than Reira.
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"It would be kind of you to share when otherwise it will go to waste," they say to Julien, frankly. "I doubt the ones that are truly far gone will even recognize this as food at this point, but for the ones that do..."
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The gold dust that comes from her hair trails a bit while they go, and she ponders what to ask. "....If someone is hungry, how come they would have to realize it's food? ...Food has smells, right?"
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"If they've been living on other people dumped down into here for so long, they might not know anything else is food. Even the meat I've got is cooked..." He pauses, sorts through his awareness of the things he's carrying. Something seems very subtly off about it, but he can't quite tell what, he hasn't been down here long enough for it to really be affected. "Most of it. I have some pork chops and chicken nuggets from way back when. But those aren't bloody, let alone alive, so they might not register."
He nods at the spider-mannequin, feeling subdued. "Yeah. Might as well spread a little kindness. Tell me when, all right?"
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"They have come to recognize things that were recently living as a sign that the food will not make them ill. I'm sure that they could be convinced to try eating it with exposure, but the trouble is that they'd likely be more interested in killing you than experimenting with new flavours."
They fall silent for a few moments, before speaking again.
"For your own sakes, I hope that your stay is not permanent. It is not often that the Prince has guests, so I have little experience to speak from regarding your prognosis."
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She doesn't see there being no reason for it.
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