A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
*Gasp another person who posts here who is on at about the same time as me regularly!*
*Gasp yes!*
*Gasp even more yes! Also, even though my character is in a different room, they could do something here with some of their freaky magic if you want*
A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person19 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 363219
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person37 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 322726
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person37 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 322726
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
*ah.*
”you are in the shadows! And I’m Lonely. Nice to meet you.”
A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person37 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 322726
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
*ah.*
”you are in the shadows! And I’m Lonely. Nice to meet you.”
"Lonely is your name? Cool. I'm Tod. I think it'd be cool to have an adjective for a name."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person37 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 322726
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
*ah.*
”you are in the shadows! And I’m Lonely. Nice to meet you.”
"Lonely is your name? Cool. I'm Tod. I think it'd be cool to have an adjective for a name."
“It is kind of funny when people don’t know that your name is an adjective, so they say, ‘why?’” They disappear into the shadows and reappear behind Tod.
”anyways, What are you doing here? You seem like a fun person.” They disappear again, this time appearing upside down in front of them. Several yellow eyes appear in the darkness.
Ollivander just saw a man walk into the Bureau, and then get dragged into the shadows by a tentacle. He sighs, shrugs, and continues typing. "When you work at the front desk, you end up seeing it all."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
In through the front door stalks a horrific creature, though sense all of y'all are demons, you are quite used to that. The figure is covered in shaggy, matted, soot-stained, hair, and goat horns curl up from his head. His hooves scrape across the floor. His face is humanoid-like, with eyes like red-hot coals, and sharp teeth. His form is bound in chains, and in one clawed hand he grips a bundle of birch rods. Swung over his back is a soiled and ragged basket. A cloud of soot seems to follow him wherever he goes.
His cold gaze sweeps across the room as he takes in his surroundings.
In through the front door stalks a horrific creature, though sense all of y'all are demons, you are quite used to that. The figure is covered in shaggy, matted, soot-stained, hair, and goat horns curl up from his head. His hooves scrape across the floor. His face is humanoid-like, with eyes like red-hot coals, and sharp teeth. His form is bound in chains, and in one clawed hand he grips a bundle of birch rods. Swung over his back is a soiled and ragged basket. A cloud of soot seems to follow him wherever he goes.
His cold gaze sweeps across the room as he takes in his surroundings.
Inside the main hall of the Bureau, you see all sorts of bronze piping latticed across the ceiling and back wall. Marble columns on either side are held up by marble statues of various people, all of which are carved to appear that they are struggling to hold the weight. Behind the front desk sits a large demon that resembles a tree without leaves, with one bloodshot eye in its center. They type away at a device resembling a typewriter for a moment, look at you with a blatant lack of interest, and type some more.
"Welcome to the Bureau of Demonic Contracts and Summoning. Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
In through the front door stalks a horrific creature, though sense all of y'all are demons, you are quite used to that. The figure is covered in shaggy, matted, soot-stained, hair, and goat horns curl up from his head. His hooves scrape across the floor. His face is humanoid-like, with eyes like red-hot coals, and sharp teeth. His form is bound in chains, and in one clawed hand he grips a bundle of birch rods. Swung over his back is a soiled and ragged basket. A cloud of soot seems to follow him wherever he goes.
His cold gaze sweeps across the room as he takes in his surroundings.
Inside the main hall of the Bureau, you see all sorts of bronze piping latticed across the ceiling and back wall. Marble columns on either side are held up by marble statues of various people, all of which are carved to appear that they are struggling to hold the weight. Behind the front desk sits a large demon that resembles a tree without leaves, with one bloodshot eye in its center. They type away at a device resembling a typewriter for a moment, look at you with a blatant lack of interest, and type some more.
"Welcome to the Bureau of Demonic Contracts and Summoning. Do you have an appointment scheduled?
The goat-demon approaches the tree-demon, "Of course not" He grins wickedly, "I have received that this establishment has been recently founded, and I have come to see what is happening here."
In through the front door stalks a horrific creature, though sense all of y'all are demons, you are quite used to that. The figure is covered in shaggy, matted, soot-stained, hair, and goat horns curl up from his head. His hooves scrape across the floor. His face is humanoid-like, with eyes like red-hot coals, and sharp teeth. His form is bound in chains, and in one clawed hand he grips a bundle of birch rods. Swung over his back is a soiled and ragged basket. A cloud of soot seems to follow him wherever he goes.
His cold gaze sweeps across the room as he takes in his surroundings.
Inside the main hall of the Bureau, you see all sorts of bronze piping latticed across the ceiling and back wall. Marble columns on either side are held up by marble statues of various people, all of which are carved to appear that they are struggling to hold the weight. Behind the front desk sits a large demon that resembles a tree without leaves, with one bloodshot eye in its center. They type away at a device resembling a typewriter for a moment, look at you with a blatant lack of interest, and type some more.
"Welcome to the Bureau of Demonic Contracts and Summoning. Do you have an appointment scheduled?
The goat-demon approaches the tree-demon, "Of course not" He grins wickedly, "I have received that this establishment has been recently founded, and I have come to see what is happening here."
"Well, I regret to inform you that you are a bit late to the party. This establishment has been up and running for over 8,000 years, and it was first founded by Asmodeus himself. Of course, that's not very much time at all to some, but the point still stands." The tree-demon seems oddly passionate about the history of this place, but they collect themselves and return to their bored demeanor.
"Are you here for a job application?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Lil!" The ghost sets down his wrench and walks over to Lilith.
"Gene, my man!" Lilith walks over to him as well, all the previous nervousness she had disappearing. "How's it going?"
"Well, I haven't exploded today! I see that as an absolute win!" The two laugh for a moment.
Ark steps forward, waiting to be introduced.
"Gene, this is Ark." Lilith makes a sweeping gesture towards you. "He's new here, so I wanted you to teach him the basics of Portal Calibration."
Gene walks over to you, warmly smiling. "A pleasure to meet ya!Whadya say we head over to the Calibrator? Y'know, walk n' talk."
"Sounds good to me sir." Ark smiles, liking the sound of 'Portal Calibration.'
"Follow me!" Gene and you start walking through the winding passages of this floor. As you proceed deeper into the inner workings of this floor, the temperature steadily rises.
"This floor here's the Furnace. A lot o' the systems upstairs are steam-powered, so we use these here pipes to keep everything on." He taps one of the bronze pipes with his knuckles. "Pretty easy t' boil water when yer in the Underworld. Anywho, the Furnace's also got some machines down here for powerin' portals, and it's up to us at Portal Calibratin' to make sure the Bureau folk in the main buildin' get where they need to go. I'unno how it works, but I've fixed the Calibrator 'nough times to get a basic understandin'."
"Alright then. Seems simple enough, but I'm sure its not."
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
In through the front door stalks a horrific creature, though sense all of y'all are demons, you are quite used to that. The figure is covered in shaggy, matted, soot-stained, hair, and goat horns curl up from his head. His hooves scrape across the floor. His face is humanoid-like, with eyes like red-hot coals, and sharp teeth. His form is bound in chains, and in one clawed hand he grips a bundle of birch rods. Swung over his back is a soiled and ragged basket. A cloud of soot seems to follow him wherever he goes.
His cold gaze sweeps across the room as he takes in his surroundings.
Inside the main hall of the Bureau, you see all sorts of bronze piping latticed across the ceiling and back wall. Marble columns on either side are held up by marble statues of various people, all of which are carved to appear that they are struggling to hold the weight. Behind the front desk sits a large demon that resembles a tree without leaves, with one bloodshot eye in its center. They type away at a device resembling a typewriter for a moment, look at you with a blatant lack of interest, and type some more.
"Welcome to the Bureau of Demonic Contracts and Summoning. Do you have an appointment scheduled?
The goat-demon approaches the tree-demon, "Of course not" He grins wickedly, "I have received that this establishment has been recently founded, and I have come to see what is happening here."
"Well, I regret to inform you that you are a bit late to the party. This establishment has been up and running for over 8,000 years, and it was first founded by Asmodeus himself. Of course, that's not very much time at all to some, but the point still stands." The tree-demon seems oddly passionate about the history of this place, but they collect themselves and return to their bored demeanor.
"Are you here for a job application?"
"Really? Has this place been around that long? Well I dwell in the feywild, so word does take some time to reach me from the Hells. No, I am not looking for a job application. I am pretty busy as it is, terrorizing children is a lot of work. But I would like to know more about this place, and maybe find out if there is a way to bend or break the rules of a certain contract. "
"Lil!" The ghost sets down his wrench and walks over to Lilith.
"Gene, my man!" Lilith walks over to him as well, all the previous nervousness she had disappearing. "How's it going?"
"Well, I haven't exploded today! I see that as an absolute win!" The two laugh for a moment.
Ark steps forward, waiting to be introduced.
"Gene, this is Ark." Lilith makes a sweeping gesture towards you. "He's new here, so I wanted you to teach him the basics of Portal Calibration."
Gene walks over to you, warmly smiling. "A pleasure to meet ya!Whadya say we head over to the Calibrator? Y'know, walk n' talk."
"Sounds good to me sir." Ark smiles, liking the sound of 'Portal Calibration.'
"Follow me!" Gene and you start walking through the winding passages of this floor. As you proceed deeper into the inner workings of this floor, the temperature steadily rises.
"This floor here's the Furnace. A lot o' the systems upstairs are steam-powered, so we use these here pipes to keep everything on." He taps one of the bronze pipes with his knuckles. "Pretty easy t' boil water when yer in the Underworld. Anywho, the Furnace's also got some machines down here for powerin' portals, and it's up to us at Portal Calibratin' to make sure the Bureau folk in the main buildin' get where they need to go. I'unno how it works, but I've fixed the Calibrator 'nough times to get a basic understandin'."
"Alright then. Seems simple enough, but I'm sure its not."
"Well, you can see for yerself!" Gene stops at the entrance to a large room, and you see an odd-looking contraption on a raised platform in the middle.
The device seems to be made from the bones of some great dragon, which are incorporated into a structure of chiseled purple stone and jagged obsidian spines. A large control panel sits in the jaws of a greatwyrm's skull, with enough buttons and switches and dials to imagine that some have no purpose, and are simply there to make the panel seem more cluttered.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Lil!" The ghost sets down his wrench and walks over to Lilith.
"Gene, my man!" Lilith walks over to him as well, all the previous nervousness she had disappearing. "How's it going?"
"Well, I haven't exploded today! I see that as an absolute win!" The two laugh for a moment.
Ark steps forward, waiting to be introduced.
"Gene, this is Ark." Lilith makes a sweeping gesture towards you. "He's new here, so I wanted you to teach him the basics of Portal Calibration."
Gene walks over to you, warmly smiling. "A pleasure to meet ya!Whadya say we head over to the Calibrator? Y'know, walk n' talk."
"Sounds good to me sir." Ark smiles, liking the sound of 'Portal Calibration.'
"Follow me!" Gene and you start walking through the winding passages of this floor. As you proceed deeper into the inner workings of this floor, the temperature steadily rises.
"This floor here's the Furnace. A lot o' the systems upstairs are steam-powered, so we use these here pipes to keep everything on." He taps one of the bronze pipes with his knuckles. "Pretty easy t' boil water when yer in the Underworld. Anywho, the Furnace's also got some machines down here for powerin' portals, and it's up to us at Portal Calibratin' to make sure the Bureau folk in the main buildin' get where they need to go. I'unno how it works, but I've fixed the Calibrator 'nough times to get a basic understandin'."
"Alright then. Seems simple enough, but I'm sure its not."
"Well, you can see for yerself!" Gene stops at the entrance to a large room, and you see an odd-looking contraption on a raised platform in the middle.
The device seems to be made from the bones of some great dragon, which are incorporated into a structure of chiseled purple stone and jagged obsidian spines. A large control panel sits in the jaws of a greatwyrm's skull, with enough buttons and switches and dials to imagine that some have no purpose, and are simply there to make the panel seem more cluttered.
"Wow... I guess I was right when I thought this wouldn't be simple. What does all this stuff do?" Ark walks towards the device, curious.
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Lil!" The ghost sets down his wrench and walks over to Lilith.
"Gene, my man!" Lilith walks over to him as well, all the previous nervousness she had disappearing. "How's it going?"
"Well, I haven't exploded today! I see that as an absolute win!" The two laugh for a moment.
Ark steps forward, waiting to be introduced.
"Gene, this is Ark." Lilith makes a sweeping gesture towards you. "He's new here, so I wanted you to teach him the basics of Portal Calibration."
Gene walks over to you, warmly smiling. "A pleasure to meet ya!Whadya say we head over to the Calibrator? Y'know, walk n' talk."
"Sounds good to me sir." Ark smiles, liking the sound of 'Portal Calibration.'
"Follow me!" Gene and you start walking through the winding passages of this floor. As you proceed deeper into the inner workings of this floor, the temperature steadily rises.
"This floor here's the Furnace. A lot o' the systems upstairs are steam-powered, so we use these here pipes to keep everything on." He taps one of the bronze pipes with his knuckles. "Pretty easy t' boil water when yer in the Underworld. Anywho, the Furnace's also got some machines down here for powerin' portals, and it's up to us at Portal Calibratin' to make sure the Bureau folk in the main buildin' get where they need to go. I'unno how it works, but I've fixed the Calibrator 'nough times to get a basic understandin'."
"Alright then. Seems simple enough, but I'm sure its not."
"Well, you can see for yerself!" Gene stops at the entrance to a large room, and you see an odd-looking contraption on a raised platform in the middle.
The device seems to be made from the bones of some great dragon, which are incorporated into a structure of chiseled purple stone and jagged obsidian spines. A large control panel sits in the jaws of a greatwyrm's skull, with enough buttons and switches and dials to imagine that some have no purpose, and are simply there to make the panel seem more cluttered.
"Wow... I guess I was right when I thought this wouldn't be simple. What does all this stuff do?" Ark walks towards the device, curious.
"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person37 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 322726
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
*ah.*
”you are in the shadows! And I’m Lonely. Nice to meet you.”
"Lonely is your name? Cool. I'm Tod. I think it'd be cool to have an adjective for a name."
“It is kind of funny when people don’t know that your name is an adjective, so they say, ‘why?’” They disappear into the shadows and reappear behind Tod.
”anyways, What are you doing here? You seem like a fun person.” They disappear again, this time appearing upside down in front of them. Several yellow eyes appear in the darkness.
"A friend referred me to this job, I'm hoping I'll be a good fit for it. And... you seem pretty fun."
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"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
"Wow, seems important then."
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*oh no, but all right*
A shadow in the shape of a person follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 36 32 19
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*ah.*
”you are in the shadows! And I’m Lonely. Nice to meet you.”
"Lonely is your name? Cool. I'm Tod. I think it'd be cool to have an adjective for a name."
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“It is kind of funny when people don’t know that your name is an adjective, so they say, ‘why?’” They disappear into the shadows and reappear behind Tod.
”anyways, What are you doing here? You seem like a fun person.” They disappear again, this time appearing upside down in front of them. Several yellow eyes appear in the darkness.
Ollivander just saw a man walk into the Bureau, and then get dragged into the shadows by a tentacle. He sighs, shrugs, and continues typing. "When you work at the front desk, you end up seeing it all."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
In through the front door stalks a horrific creature, though sense all of y'all are demons, you are quite used to that. The figure is covered in shaggy, matted, soot-stained, hair, and goat horns curl up from his head. His hooves scrape across the floor. His face is humanoid-like, with eyes like red-hot coals, and sharp teeth. His form is bound in chains, and in one clawed hand he grips a bundle of birch rods. Swung over his back is a soiled and ragged basket. A cloud of soot seems to follow him wherever he goes.
His cold gaze sweeps across the room as he takes in his surroundings.
Inside the main hall of the Bureau, you see all sorts of bronze piping latticed across the ceiling and back wall. Marble columns on either side are held up by marble statues of various people, all of which are carved to appear that they are struggling to hold the weight. Behind the front desk sits a large demon that resembles a tree without leaves, with one bloodshot eye in its center. They type away at a device resembling a typewriter for a moment, look at you with a blatant lack of interest, and type some more.
"Welcome to the Bureau of Demonic Contracts and Summoning. Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The goat-demon approaches the tree-demon, "Of course not" He grins wickedly, "I have received that this establishment has been recently founded, and I have come to see what is happening here."
"Well, I regret to inform you that you are a bit late to the party. This establishment has been up and running for over 8,000 years, and it was first founded by Asmodeus himself. Of course, that's not very much time at all to some, but the point still stands." The tree-demon seems oddly passionate about the history of this place, but they collect themselves and return to their bored demeanor.
"Are you here for a job application?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Really? Has this place been around that long? Well I dwell in the feywild, so word does take some time to reach me from the Hells. No, I am not looking for a job application. I am pretty busy as it is, terrorizing children is a lot of work. But I would like to know more about this place, and maybe find out if there is a way to bend or break the rules of a certain contract. "
"Well, you can see for yerself!" Gene stops at the entrance to a large room, and you see an odd-looking contraption on a raised platform in the middle.
The device seems to be made from the bones of some great dragon, which are incorporated into a structure of chiseled purple stone and jagged obsidian spines. A large control panel sits in the jaws of a greatwyrm's skull, with enough buttons and switches and dials to imagine that some have no purpose, and are simply there to make the panel seem more cluttered.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Wow... I guess I was right when I thought this wouldn't be simple. What does all this stuff do?" Ark walks towards the device, curious.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"A friend referred me to this job, I'm hoping I'll be a good fit for it. And... you seem pretty fun."
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"Wow, seems important then."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.