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EchosSweet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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 Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2025 1:38 pm
Quote: Space 0: You have arrived here; nothing happens until you roll your die.
As someone who had spent several decades in Destiny City, Eagun had, unfortunately, grown familiar with much of the city's tricks. He knew places to avoid, knew which suspicious things were, quote-unquote "explained by science" so as not to alarm anyone, knew which times of year were best to keep to himself (though as a man with no preference for solitude, 'keeping to himself' wasn't always a plan he could abide). And frankly, he'd been lucky that in all his years living as a civilian in Destiny City, very minimal harm had come to him.
Eagun had not been affected by any world-ending crises.
Somehow Ixiolite was not as fortunate in that regard. Where Eagun had avoided so many of the horrors for so many years, Ixiolite found himself wound up in curse after curse after curse. He had wanted the Negaverse's powers purely for safety reasons! And yet it somehow seemed like the Powers That Be knew his slightly-less-fragile Agent body could endure more than a civilian and saw fit to inflict terrors on him significantly more often than they'd visited Eagun.
Maybe that was karma.
Such as in this case, Ixiolite knew home was undoubtedly safer (but it was also just a bit more boring). He'd gone out as Eagun to attend a party, and afterwards powered up as Ixiolite to capitalize on the impeded state of some of his comrades- and yet...
Yet it only took a single brush of fingers over a magically-charged die for Ixiolite to find himself away from the party and- And here, of all places. A misty, smoky landscape that looked like it wanted to play a game with him.
The horrors persist.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2025 1:53 pm
Quote: Space 5: A dog barks, fierce and frightening. You can hear its growl and the hackles stand up on the back of your neck. You can practically feel spittle on you. It’s close. And it’s big. And it’s angry. If this beastly dog could reach you, no doubt it would try to tear you to shreds.
They were lucky he enjoyed a good game (although he was hard pressed to call this a good game), or he would've- ...Well, he would've gone along with it, anyway, he supposed. Ixiolite wasn't so delusional that he thought he had a choice in the matter, here. But he also didn't want to loiter, at all. This felt like one of those things he just needed to get through- and hope the end wasn't just a gaping maw ready to swallow him with his struggles with the die as premeal entertainment.
There was no telling, but nothing to do but play.
His first roll led him through the wispy tendrils of fog, across ground that he would swear he heard whispers from. Indiscernible, of course. Was someone watching? Judging?
By the time he was able to pause, Ixiolite was starting to doubt if he should've moved forward at all. Where he'd come from had seemed ...safe... in the sense that he couldn't hear or see any evil, and maybe there'd been a way out in the other direction than where his roll had guided him.
But as he tried to turn back, something clamped his arm, hard. Something wet and snarling had blood welling up under the fabric of his coat, sweater clinging to his skin, and when Ixi howled and punched at- well, nothing- with his other hand, the pressure abated only long enough for him to rip free and stumble away, shouting in confusion. Whatever was there- dog- it barked, invisible- snarled and spat and he felt what was surely a paw swiping down as if it had jumped for him and just barely missed. Teeth gnashed close to his face, hot breath fanning over his neck-
And okay, back the way he'd come was not an option, so he had to run for it in the other direction. He was just lucky he wasn't completely out of shape in his advanced age.
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