I am the voice of Never-Never Land

[repeatingsun]

Characters: The Forest Achuaur and anyone unlucky enough to find it
Setting: Right after Lights Out, before midnight, Floor 86
Format: I'm starting with action, you do as you wish!
Summary: When the lights go out, the things that go bump in the night come out. Solas has gone full offense mode now that there's no worry of traumatizing innocent humans. Bring it, admins.
Warnings: THERE IS AN ELDRITCH ABOMINATION IN THIS POST. If you see/hear it for too long, you may go a bit loopy - up to your discretion of course. Lucky the lights are out, eh?

[It's as close to a sign as Solas has ever seen, when the power suddenly and completely dies. The lights are gone, so no one can see what the dark hides beneath.

And that means she doesn't have to hold back. If only for a little while, she doesn't have to hold back.

It's easy enough to let go of the self, of four limbs, ten fingers and toes, a head with eyes and a nose and a mouth and hair. It's easy to let go of skin and bone. Easy to reopen the eyes that now extend from every limb, every leaf, branching up and out in this open floor. Easy to note that the damned collar is on the main trunk, easy to hide, covering it in flesh and warped wood for safety. It's a weak point, and she's not leaving them open again. She's careful to leave the fairies alone, of course, even she's got respect for them.

But the admins...They will learn what it is to misuse the power they were given.

Achuaur will teach them.]

--

[Unfortunately for everyone, this means Floor 86 just got a lot more dangerous...For now, anyway.]

Comments

[heavenscorpse]

[V/V is lost. She's not even sure what floor she's on anymore, and all she can do is focus on going up and not tripping over the steps.

...there's something on this floor. She can hear it. Maybe it's friendly?]

Hello...? Is someone there?

[repeatingsun]

[There's a rattle as Achuaur focuses on - oh god is it a--]

✓♫, ♀✼ ☆♾.

[Right now, her 'speech' is a lot clearer. Probably something to do with not holding back anymore.]

✓~, ✫⏚✿. ✩✗, ⎌~.

[heavenscorpse]

Oh, that sounds smart. -But are you okay?

[She's more worried about the dark than Achusaur is, it seems.]

[repeatingsun]

✓✓! ♫✫~~✫.

[heavenscorpse]

That's true. I guess it would be uncomfortable hiding too much.

[repeatingsun]

[There's an assenting hum/note, and a few tendrils wave/nod accordingly.

Too bad about that glamour failure in T minus 5 minutes, huh?]

[heavenscorpse]

[Yeah that will suck.]

Do you wish we could do this more?

[repeatingsun]

[Because the mun is too lazy to do the CSS:

"Yes, it would be nice, but still...I do wish there were some way to do this and not cause insanity in humans."]

[heavenscorpse]

Mine doesn't drive humans insane, it just kills them.

[cullscuttlefish]

[Since the whole Empress incident, Feferi has - understandably - been keeping a bit of a low profile. She's not embarrassed, exactly, but it's a matter of not wanting to push things. She meant no harm, but that moment of wanting to do no harm hurt things. Actions have consequences, and she knows that.

...but now? Damn the consequences. The lights are out, and while she's not going to hurt anyone if she can help it, like hell if she's not going to find a way to raise some hell for Ruana to find once the lights come back on.

She doesn't usually go to floor 86, but she's here right now. And right now, she senses something - it's not unfamiliar. Feferi was practically raised by horrorterrors. They don't exactly bother her much.]

...wow! I'm actually really impressed, if what I'm sensing is right. My mom would love you.

[repeatingsun]

☼☢ ☠⚘☤?

[One of the branches(?) leans(????) over to look(?!) at Feferi.]

[cullscuttlefish]

Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. My mother and her friends weren't unlike this. I'm really not afraid. I think you're beautiful, actually.

[Feferi smiles, reaching up towards the branch.]

[repeatingsun]

[...Right, most people don't speak horrorterror. The branch winds around one of Feferi's fingers - there's a sound not unlike a throat clearing, and:]

I/we thought people/humans/mortals tend to go mad when they look/see/hear me/us/it in this form.

[...There's a pause. Oops...?]

...Well, you get the idea, I suppose?

[cullscuttlefish]

[Feferi's smile only widens when that branch winds around her finger. She brings her thumb up to stroke it reassuringly.]

Most of them do. I'm hardly most beings, though. my mother was an emissary to beings not unlike you. I've been meeting them from the time I was a very little shrimp. Mom reassured me, when I was little, and I've never had reason to be afraid. I've learned since I was very young to both respect the power you have and see the beauty others don't.

[repeatingsun]

Shrimp? ... [Rustle rustle.] Everyone's got such strange names for when they were still growing; I could have sworn a shrimp was a full-grown entity unto itself back home, but perhaps words mean different things.

[That works for her.]

It's nice to meet someone like you, just the same.

[There's a ... chittering noise. ... from the eldritch tree/forest/whatever. ... No, I don't even either.]