Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

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BLOODY ROOM - Upper Level

[angelcage]

[ The stench reaches you the moment the door is open. Blood. Fresh, despite the dilapidated state of the rest of the house-- or at least, some of it. Beneath the newer splotches, there's old rusty stains warping and ruining the floor. It's splattered on a tufted armchair, a grandfather clock-- everywhere, like macabre paint.


Each of the four walls has a door. ]

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[ At first he only gags from the scent, momentarily stepping backwards, and then forwards, lurching from the stench...

But when he sees what's in the room, his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and he screams.

He also drops III, which yanks his cuffed arm backwards and he falls backwards, drums crashing on armor crashing on the floor in the threshold of the bloody room. His feet kick at the floor and he tries pedaling backwards— ]

What the heck is this?!!?!

[angelcage]

[ III's sleeping body is dragged back with yuma, legs flailing in time to Yuma's kicks across the floor. the crash can be heard through the whole floor— though you're the only two people up there.

and

where the blood stains are the freshest, they coalesce. congeal.

The wet sheen of blood sharpens to jagged metal, covered in sigils that match the glyphs on the handcuffs that chain Yuma to III. It's stained, badly.

it matches the glyphs. it belongs with them. ]

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[ He scrambles back up to his feet, III's arm hanging loose from where it is chained to Yuma's. His other hand scrubs against his mouth, pressing against his nose. He looks once more at the room — it's still that, and no matter what those glyphs look like, Yuma has no interest in daggers, let alone ones that are MADE OF BLOOD?? or in a MURDER SCENE ROOM???

He grabs III and throws him over his shoulder (and onto a drum), armor still clamoring against metal and fabric. He abandons the dagger and instead heads back towards the upper landing to run the heck back downstairs. ]

How long are you gonna sleep through this?!

[angelcage]

[ III would be so disappointed, but the dagger is left where it manifested.

Yuma returns to the Entrance hall. ]

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I think it was—

[ Yuma nudges the door open with his foot, one hand already cupped over his nose and mouth for the impending stench of blood. When the visceral splay appears before them, he averts his gaze, eyes narrowing. ]

—here. Can we go now?

[ DON'T MAKE HIM WALK IN BLOOD III THIS COSTUME IS A RENTAL. ]

[aliiiens]

[Wow, that is a lot of blood. That's--alarming. And Yuma said it had already been like this when he got here? III turns to him with a strange look.]

Why would we leave now? We haven't investigated anything yet.

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[ He waves his arm into the room — the one cuffed to III's, of course. ]

What's there to it?! It's really, really gross, that's all!

[aliiiens]

[III can't help but wince at the sudden movement--thanks for the bruises, Yuma.]

We're handcuffed to each other in a strange house with no idea how we got here. Is now really the time to be worried about gross? We should try to find out what happened here.

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[ He's pouting, and it's followed by a full-body slouch, arms slack and head bowed, like a marionette with half its strings cut. Just drag him into the room, III, he's not volunteering for this on his own. ]

[aliiiens]

[You can't out-stubborn III, Yuma, his brother is IV. He has resistance of steel. He makes an irritated noise and marches right in, blood getting on his shoes, and only turns when his arm is inevitably jerked back.]

Come on. Where did you see the dagger?

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[ Yuma, on the other hand, gets bullied into doing unpleasant and tedious and annoying tasks by just about everyone he knows, so in this regard he was always set to lose. ]

It was just there on the floor. [ A little distorted; his free hand is plugging his nose again. ] In the middle.

[aliiiens]

[Okay, clearly Yuma is not going to be any help. Sigh, he'll have to do this solo.

--Well, except as he goes further in he can see that the dagger is indeed just in the middle of the floor like Yuma said, so he was some help after all. It doesn't look...too sinister? Forget caution, III decides to just reach out and pick it up, with his arm still awkwardly extended behind him. This handcuff thing is really annoying.]

[angelcage]

[ It's less a dagger and more a twisted shard of iron with a hilt, grooves set into it shaped in mysterious symbols, stained with blood. Despite the state of the room, it's not wet. ]

[aliiiens]

[Well, that was oddly underwhelming, but at least this thing is pretty cool looking. In other circumstances he might stop to analyze it, but he'll just pocket it for now. Don't you feel silly Yuma??]

There's no point in going back the way we came. Have you gone through any of the other doors?

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[ No he feels completely justified. There's no way he's getting his deposit back.

At the question, he shakes his head. ]

No, I went straight back downstairs.

[ As it is, the door they entered is on the western wall; there are two more doors, on the eastern and southern walls.

Pick a door, III, so this wet blanket can dry out and stop being so miserable. And nasally. ]

[aliiiens]

[Well, might as well do this methodically then. The north door leads to a wall, which is annoying, so instead he leads them straight across, through the east door. Yes, they're stepping through all the blood.]

[angelcage]

[ The eastern door leads to the Statuary Corridor ]

RATS

[angelcage]

[ There is a rat, fur matted with blood here. ]