The man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
The bird mask hides his reactions to his surroundings but as far as you can tell he is not alarmed by the strangeness.
The doll room is a workshop, or at least pretends to be one. A massive vat sits in the center of the room, filled with black, squirming flesh. A figure in a red cloak sits slumped in a chair at the far end of the poorly lit room. He seems to be made of (or at least covered by) doll shells. His face, covered by broken masks, too small for a human of regular size. His hands have far too many tiny fingers, all made of porcelain.
The plague doctor approaches him as he rings his bell above his head. The ringing sounds distant even though he is about five feet behind him. He speaks in a voice muffled by his mask, "Hello, my name is Dr. Seymund."
"Doctor, doctor, doctor... Whatever are you here for?"
"You. I have been told that the cathedral may be in danger."
The man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
The bird mask hides his reactions to his surroundings but as far as you can tell he is not alarmed by the strangeness.
The doll room is a workshop, or at least pretends to be one. A massive vat sits in the center of the room, filled with black, squirming flesh. A figure in a red cloak sits slumped in a chair at the far end of the poorly lit room. He seems to be made of (or at least covered by) doll shells. His face, covered by broken masks, too small for a human of regular size. His hands have far too many tiny fingers, all made of porcelain.
The plague doctor approaches him as he rings his bell above his head. The ringing sounds distant even though he is about five feet behind him. He speaks in a voice muffled by his mask, "Hello, my name is Dr. Seymund."
"Doctor, doctor, doctor... Whatever are you here for?"
"You. I have been told that the cathedral may be in danger."
Ding dong
"Why are you ringing that bell? It shreds my nerves."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"hopefully not long, as me and him have some business to attend to"
"What a shame. The dolls will care for you during your short visit." The man in the wheelchair looks up at Tenetus. "You found a good one. Shame we can't keep her."
Tenetus looks mildly uncomfortable. "I'll be out gathering materials for about a cycle. Father will do everything he can to make you comfortable."
"thank you, dr."
The man in the chair tips his hat. "Anything you need, we can provide."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
The bird mask hides his reactions to his surroundings but as far as you can tell he is not alarmed by the strangeness.
The doll room is a workshop, or at least pretends to be one. A massive vat sits in the center of the room, filled with black, squirming flesh. A figure in a red cloak sits slumped in a chair at the far end of the poorly lit room. He seems to be made of (or at least covered by) doll shells. His face, covered by broken masks, too small for a human of regular size. His hands have far too many tiny fingers, all made of porcelain.
The plague doctor approaches him as he rings his bell above his head. The ringing sounds distant even though he is about five feet behind him. He speaks in a voice muffled by his mask, "Hello, my name is Dr. Seymund."
"Doctor, doctor, doctor... Whatever are you here for?"
"You. I have been told that the cathedral may be in danger."
Ding dong
"Why are you ringing that bell? It shreds my nerves."
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
"Do you have any ideas why they are doing this?"
"I believe it is the quality of the materials. I usually buy the cheap meat, but I splurged for the freshest on my last order."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Workshop is a strange place. There are tools for just about any craft imaginable, but gun- and weapon-smithing seem to be front and center. A powerful-looking machine sits in the center of the room, its long arms pumping bellows and stoking embers. Other than the machine, there is one person here, the room being oddly devoid of dolls.
A man covered in soot continuously makes strange-looking weapons and places them on a table near the entrance.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I kinda want to add The Watcher into here just to see what he would do.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You. I have been told that the cathedral may be in danger."
Ding dong
"Why are you ringing that bell? It shreds my nerves."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man in the chair tips his hat. "Anything you need, we can provide."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Head to the workshop, and ye shall find weapons of all kinds."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He waves his hand. A pair of dolls run up to Aquila and offer their hands to her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I came here on a ship. I was hired as a bellman, ringing my bell to ward off evil. But the crew was scattered, not that it mattered, and so they all vanished, softly and suddenly. Never to be heard from again. I alone am left alive. The only one to survive. So I ring my bell to mourn their deaths and to prevent mine." He stops and holds his bell silently, "However, I can stop if it helps."
"I have been told that your dolls are vital for this place's survival. I have also been told that they may not be in good condition."
"Bah! The dolls are fine. The new ones have been acting odd, but that is the price of progress. Did my father send you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"In what ways are they acting odd?" He asks, ignoring the question.
"Acting of their own accord, being reluctant to leave their toys when called, hungry for affection. They're closer to real children, which I see as an improvement."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Do you have any ideas why they are doing this?"
"I believe it is the quality of the materials. I usually buy the cheap meat, but I splurged for the freshest on my last order."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They lead her down the stairs to the Workshop.
The Workshop is a strange place. There are tools for just about any craft imaginable, but gun- and weapon-smithing seem to be front and center. A powerful-looking machine sits in the center of the room, its long arms pumping bellows and stoking embers. Other than the machine, there is one person here, the room being oddly devoid of dolls.
A man covered in soot continuously makes strange-looking weapons and places them on a table near the entrance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The weapons are free. Take them if you need them." He goes back to forging.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.