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 Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 4:59 pm
"As long as it wasn't hard to get out of. Even I need to sleep sometimes." The idea of sleeping while scared out of your wits was a novel concept, but Cass didn't mind at all. Sleeping was easy when scared in her opinion.
"They..might have. Unless someone left a window open or something...." Cass answered, walking to the adjacent doorway to peer into the room beyond before looking back into the kitchen. "Except I don't see anything open in either of these rooms."
Which meant Mr. Face was hiding somewhere.
She walked around the disturbed dust for a moment before she started opening drawers. "Might as well see what's been disturbed to figure out what made this void."
Or who rather than what. What just sounded delightfully ominous.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 9:37 pm
...That was certainly true. It would be pretty bad if they were to get stuck in an Otherworld forever. While it may have been interesting to explore for a few hours, that was honestly probably Eva's limit. Visiting, yes. Staying forever...no. A thousand times no.
The fact that someone had been here fairly recently struck the girl as a little strange--why would anyone drop by these old houses? Unless they were exploring too...--but she simply dismissed the thought with a shake of her head. They could probably speculate for hours without getting any concrete answer, so it was better to focus on what was right in front of her...
...Which was checking out this old kitchen ohboyohboyohboy! There were always weird things in kitchens! Bathrooms and bedrooms too, but those would come later.
"Sounds like a plan!" She chirped, immediately throwing open one of the cupboards to find--...nothing. Aside from that...fuzzy...molding thing in the corner. Eva stood on her tiptoes in an attempt to get a better look before quietly shutting the doors and turning to Cass, scrunching up her nose in distaste.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 9:41 pm
Cass only found some slightly rusting silverware that looked like it had never properly been cleaned in her drawer. Which of course meant the drawers weren't interesting and it was clearly the fridge that she should have been looking in.
She probably shouldn't have opened it so wide, as she was suddenly struck by a wall of awful stench to go with the growing and possibly pulsating mold monster that was in there. Clearly someone had abandoned a perfectly good gallon of milk to the waves of time.
Cass nearly hit the floor from trying to not wretch as she closed it again. Maybe that was where the impression on the floor came from.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 2:39 am
"...? Cass, what's wrong?"
Eva had apparently been a little slow, having looked away just as the other girl opened and peered into the fridge. She had turned back just in time to hear the door slam shut, her attention immediately drawn to her...suddenly...somewhat ill looking companion.
Oh god, please don't tell her that there was a severed head in there or something.
She crept forward, eying the fridge warily for a moment before her gaze flickered back to the girl. "That...that bad?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 8:07 pm
"I think there is a sentient milk monster in the fridge. Don't open it." Cass gagged. Even through her scarf it had been an absolutely nauseating smell. A head probably would have been preferable to that thing she'd just had her little run in with. "If I hadn't already drank it all, I'd be throwing the milk out at home." she added.
But she'd probably have been fine by that point in time, really.
After a moment of trying to vacate the scent from her nose, Cass straightened out a bit and adjusted her scarf. "I really don't even want to think about the freezer with how bad the fridge is. Nobody has been here in a whiiiiiilleeee...."
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 1:58 pm
"Duly noted," She grimaced, shooting the fridge a quick, wary look before glancing back to the girl. Geez, from the looks of things, she should be very glad that she hadn't seen--or smelled, though there was definitely...something foul lingering in the air--whatever it was that Cass had. Carefully, she reached out and pat her on the shoulder, waiting patiently for her to recover.
"Seems like it. At least, no one in their right mind would try putting anything fresh in a fridge like that." She should so hope, anyways.
Patting the dust off of her hands as best as she could, the girl jerked her head towards the kitchen door. "Feel well enough to go upstairs and check out the bedrooms, or do you want to get some fresh air for a few minutes?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 6:13 pm
Cass laughed. "Well, maybe they tried to clean it out and got eaten. Fridge mold-creature is the final boss, spoilers!!!!" she jested (likely only able to because she wasn't feeling like a phantom of death was living in her nose now).
Nodding at Eva's suggestion, Cass was all too quick to walk over to the doorway. "We have a whole house to investigate! We clearly need to see how many locked doors there are before we start looking for keys!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 7:21 pm
Relieved that the girl was feeling better, Eva grinned brightly, though she attempted to put on a look of alarm as she dramatically lifted a hand to her mouth and gasped. "Man, that's going to be one tough final boss! We better make sure we have all the necessary collected items--like a series of blessed daggers that we'll find during our wandering--so that we get the best ending..."
She still remembered when she got that one bad ending in Silent Hill. On and on and on it went...more than anything, it was the tediousness and sheer length that had forced her to vow to be more careful on her subsequent playthroughs.
Following after Cass, she eagerly lifted a hand and pointed towards the set of stairs. "Let's head up, then! What spoooooky things will we find up there?" Hopefully more dolls.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 9:01 pm
"Blessed butterknives. To keep with the kitchen theme. We're gonna end up finding the muffin man somewhere in here as a boss. I know it. Or the Pilsbury dough boy.... and the good endings aren't always the canon ones though.." Like in Fatal Frame 2. She certainly didn't like endings with twins strangling each other. It really was kind of an awful ending. Awful and slightly good.
She'd nearly walked past the stairs when Eva pointed them out, prompting Cass to take a few steps back to look up them, stroking her chin sagely. "Hmm. Yes. Yes good. Up it is." she agreed, motioning for Eva to head up first. "Since it was your idea, m'dear."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 6:00 pm
"The Pillsbury Dough Boy, huh?" Eva echoed with a laugh, her gaze flickering around the kitchen, "I wonder how you'd defeat something like that? ...I guess you could plunge the blessed butterknives into it and then throw it into the open oven or something..."
Whereupon it would become a loaf of bread or something, probably.
She nodded when Cass gestured for her to go first, making her way up the creaking stairs one at a time. Although she had been hanging onto the railing, she hastily jerked her hand back when she realized that her hand was absolutely coated in a thick layer of dust just after a few steps up.
At least it was a fairly short flight of stairs. She stared into the dark hallway that met them at the top, but her attention was drawn towards the half-open door to the right, which she promptly pushed open and--
--oh god this person had a whole doll room. Look at all of those staring eyes...
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 4:58 pm
"Please have been a girl who had a severe complex about never getting the pretty set of dolls growing up...." Cass murmured over Eva's shoulder, looking into the room and frowning before stepping into it. They were all so dusty and covered in ...well, only dust. Even insect life avoided the island so there were no webs, fortunately.
It was hard to see the eyes clearly with the faint dust over them, as if they had all gone blind from years of age and decay, but they weren't that old, right?
Cass picked one up, sending dust everywhere as she moved it's arms and gave it a look over. "Well, it doesn't bite, at least..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:11 pm
Making a face, she took a few steps in, eying the room warily. "Severe complex indeed," She echoed with a quiet laugh. Geez, how did anyone not walk in here without getting the creeps? Because this place sent chills (of discomfort and, admittedly, exhilaration) down the young woman's spine.
She moved forward to pick up a doll, eying the string dangling from its back thoughtfully. ...Eh, didn't hurt to try, right? Reaching out, she grabbed hold of the string and pulled.
At once, the doll began to utter sort of garbled message. Something that started in a high and stereotypically girlish voice--"Hi, my name is..."--and ended in a low, slowed grumble.
...
Nope.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 5:00 pm
Cass stared at the doll Eva held - mostly with disgust. It was actually difficult to see horror on Cass' face as not much actually scared her anymore. Even Caelius was reacted to with mute discomfort (and he'd had the honor of breaking her ribs).
"Well then." she coughed into one hand. "Certainly hope there aren't a lot of those, but geez. This size of a collection could have cost a few thousand dollars. These kinds of dolls aren't cheap at all...." Cass noted, looking at the bottom of the foot of one of the dolls she held before she put it back down to brush her hands free of dust.
"So I'm going to guess that there's a body somewhere around here because I think this kind of a person died alone. As sad as that is to say."
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:10 pm
Cass was definitely right about that--Eva could remember when she had walked into a doll shop with the intention of getting her mother a gift, only to balk at the price tags. Whoever had lived here must have spent a hell of a lot of money to get all these things. She supposed a hobby was a hobby and to each their own but, while she wasn't particularly terrified of dolls herself, having all these pairs of eyes staring at her...
"Let's hope we don't stumble over said body," She replied with a small grimace, carefully setting the talking doll back down. "It's so sad to imagine that someone died with only these dolls for company..."
Nevermind the possibility of finding a dead body, but y'know.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 5:40 pm
Cass brushed the hair out of one of the doll's faces. "I dunno. I think if I loved something enough to have a room full of it and to dedicate a certain amount of myself to it, I wouldn't mind dying with it as company." A bittersweet sort of an ending for someone who might not have liked human company.
She personally wanted to go on the battlefield if she had to go at all.
Never the less, Cass looked over the rest of the dolls peculiarly. "The good news is that all of these dolls seem to have their faces and not like..creepy inserts for a new one..."
Yikes.
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