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| 15 Fears: Only Skin Deep | |
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| Date of Scene: | 13 August 2022 |
| Location: | The Depths of the Velvet Room |
| Synopsis: | Lydia tries to get to the Velvet Room only to find herself in a prison somewhere in the bowels of the grounds. There she meets a mysterious warden who assures her that soon enough the prison will be her home. |
| Cast of Characters: | Lydia Dietrich, Chas Chandler
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- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Days after Lydia fled her apartment from the horrible things that he did to her friend she finds herself in an abandoned warehouse. She had fought the voice in her head that day, only to finally succumb to it. Well, it was less a voice and more images and hints and suggestions that have grown ever more insistent. Doing what she did to Jon alleviated some of the pressure from Viscera's influence and has allowed her to think more clearly of her next moves.
Regroup, rest, and rebuild. The warehouse's spacious office still had it's office furniture in it. She had dusted off the large desk, and office chair, and has moved the other desks, chairs, and cubicle walls out into the main warehouse and unceremoniously into a pile. This would be a good place to resume her 'work'.
An idea came to her as she was cleaning up. She should go to the Velvet Room and find its heart. It wasn't clear whose idea this was, but it's been nagging at the back of her mind, louder and louder until she finally had to go and do something about it. She steps up to the office door, and pulls out the faintly glowing key that would take her to the sitting room. There's a slight hesitation as a part of her tries to resist, but it's succumbed by that thought... that /need/ to go. In the end she inserts the key, gives it a twist, opens the door, and steps through.
- Chas Chandler has posed:
The key turns and the bright blue glow of the doorway greets her. But what she steps into is not the Sitting Room. No. Instead it's a long, cavernous cooridor. A single straight walkway, maybe five feet across stretches before her. There is a haze in the air, as if the place hasn't been disturbed for ages. The light is still the faint blue of the Velvet Room but there is no hint of Nameless' keys or any sound at all for that matter. Silence, reigns.
Small alcoves are set on either side on the walkway at regular intervals. In each alcove is a large floating crystal surround by blue light. There seems to be no uniformity to the sizes or shape of the crystals. Some are the size of a man's forearm and smooth others are the size of small cars with rough hewn edges and jagged facets.
The emotional resoance of Viscera is curious and oddly hopeful. Perhaps fortune has smiled on them tonight and they're already at the heart and what they seek.
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia can't help herself. She needs to investigate these crystals, at least for a little bit. She armors herself in ectoplasm, and tentatively reaches out to touch one of the larger crystals. She quickly regrets her decision as a shock of electricity runs through her body nearly knocking her off her feet.
"Right," she says. "Let's not do that again." She turns back to the walkway and continues on, speculating on what those crystals might be fore. Perhaps they power the castle? Maybe they're prisons of some sort. Who knows.
- Chas Chandler has posed:
The path continues for about a hudred yards. The entry she used, is a dime ouline of blue light at the head of the tunnel behind her. Before her is a T intersection, going straight is more of the alcoves and more of the crystals. Going down is a staircase into dim blue light.
A voice suddenly speaks from behind Lydia. "You're not supposed to be here... comes the crisp and businesslike feminine voice. "Or perhaps... you are. But not outside of one of the cells at the very least." The speaker is a woman in her mid or late twenties, with wavy platinum blonde hair held back by a blue hairband. She wears a blue business dress with gold accents, black hose, and blue high heels. Her features are attractive and her skin pale. Her eyes are truly her most striking feature though as they are dual irised and a vivid golden yellow in color.
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia whirls around at the voice, bristling. Odd pink works its way into her armor, strengthening it, the smell of fresh cut meat wafting from it. "I don't recognize you," she says, her eyes narrowing as she tenses, ready to fight or flee. "Who are you?"
Interesting. Cells. Perhaps they're prisons after all.
- Chas Chandler has posed:
The woman doesn't seem intimidated by Lydia's show of Viscera's power. "I am one of those tasked with keep a watch over this place. With keeping watch over those who must be held apart from the world. With ensuring those like you, do not grow stronger than necessary."
She steps aside and gestures back to the lit doorway. "I give you one chance. Leave now, or I will ensure that you are removed with extreme prejudice."
As she speaks blue-white flame appears around her hands, running along her fingertips. It's not like Chas' fire this holds a power different than those of the angels, it's... to Lydia's senses almost like a visual conduit for something: like the woman is readying to summon something.
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"Hmph," Lydia grunts in dismissal as that urge within her suggests 'fight' over 'flee.' If she can take care of this one pest, she can continue on her journey.
She flexes her fingers, and they elongate, terribly sharp bone talons breaking skin and emerging from her fingertips. Normally she would ectoplasmic constructs for this, but Viscera has a taste for the flesh and right now, its influence has taken over.
"I don't think so," she says, and rockets forward, vampire quick, slashing at the offending woman. There is no holding back. Not when Viscera is involved.
- Chas Chandler has posed:
The speed seems to surprise the woman and she only barely manages to avoid getting shredded to ribbons by Lydia's claws, ducking under the attack and appearing behind Lydia. The tear cuts deep into her arm. Blood a few shades too pink to be human stains the sleeve of her dress. "Good to see that Viscera has learned the benefits of speed over sheer brutish strength" she says with a shake of her head.
"I will see a cell made for you soon enough. Until then, goodbye." The fire along her hands flares and she calls out a the name of a creature of dark myth and legend: "Hastur!" The being that appears behind her in a burst of blue light is large and resembles nothing more than a writhing mass of black and golden tentacles.
"Vacuum Wave" she says and the tentacles start to spin and rotate from behind her. The gust of wind that shoots down the corridor is incredible. It's as if the woman has directed a localized tornado with Lydia caught in the line of the blast, pushing her back toward the entrance to this subteranean prison under the Velvet Room.
- Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia is startled by the sudden appearance of the tentacled thing. At first her mind falters in confusion because whatever this is, it looks *nothing* like The King in Yellow. That moments hesitation is enough for her to get blasted off her feet. It takes all her concentration to keep herself right side up as she's lifted through the air and thrown through the doorway. Once through the door slams shut behind her and the key is spat out of the keyhole almost as if in disgust.
It takes a moment for Lydia to recover, as she lays there staring at the ceiling, stunned by what just happened. "No," she says at that insistent thought to try again. Getting up to her feet, and patting the dust off her jeans she says, "No. I have to prepare for when they eventually find me." She walks over to the desk and flips open the journals that the took with her when she left her apartment. The JLD will come and she will be prepared.
