EVE'S HEART

[aprettygirl]

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

((Please join #fleshbloodbone. All your character’s skills are on and uncapped; they will also have access to any items they carry normally!))

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veins of the matter

[aprettygirl]

b l

[aprettygirl]

You're at the mouth of a tight, cramped tunnel that positively reeks of blood, meat and hot metal. The light is dim and red. The walls all around you are fleshy, pulsing and throbbing; you can hear the loud rush of blood through them. The skin on them also seems to writhe, if you look at it out of the corners of your eye: never still, in a process of constant change.

A wave of primal, animal fear rolls over you, thick, making it even harder to breathe: this is what a prey animal might feel, looking into the eyes of a predator. This is not safe.

Re: b l

[decider]

[is the door still draining blood down behind him, or have we entered SYMBOLISM SPACE SHIFT?]

Re: b l

[aprettygirl]

It's still draining blood, pushing you downward.

Re: b l

[decider]

[laughs and flows with it.]

Re: b l

[aprettygirl]

The space starts to constrict around you . . . well, it may not be all that successful.

Re: b l

[decider]

[pushing out against it, flame crackling again]

Re: b l

[aprettygirl]

It -- bursts.

o o

[aprettygirl]

It's a charnel house down here: a sort of structure built half of blood and bone and viscera and half of black metal veins and wires and flashing red lights. There's something about it that calls a grand cathedral to mind, if you've ever been in one -- though that impression's mostly from the scale of it, the sense of echoing space. All the shapes are twisted, however; shifting, alien, and very, very wrong.

You are assailed not physically here, but with wholly sensory and emotional things: you want to sink your teeth into fresh meat; you want to feel something shudder itself apart under your claws, you want to you want to you want to tear and kill and eat and kill and eat and tear there is not enough there is never enough you are starved and enclosed and so you will grow and grow and grow and grow --

There's a black, wrong joy in it all.

Re: o o

[decider]

[laughs again, darkly, listening to how the sound echoes in the cavernous scale of it]

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

Something hurts.

Re: o o

[decider]

[hisses, bristling up in a more catlike way than he would probably expect or notice; trying to identify that...?]

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

Black veins are creeping up into your flesh -- or at least trying; they want to
grow grow grow and tear free

Re: o o

[decider]

[makes an outraged noise that's pure cat with Free Magic overlaid on it; struggles, trying to wrap back around them in turn.]

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

You do have the advantage of burning them away; they don't seem to be able to make a lot of headway. It's still painful, unfortunately.

d

[aprettygirl]

You͢'̡re̢ ͜i̴n͞ ą ҉l̡a̵nds͝cape͡, d͠r̢y ͞a͡nd cra̕cķe̡d͡ ͝a̕ņd͡ ŗe̵d. It ͠hųr̀t͜s͟ ̛y̡ou͏r͞ ҉si͞ght͝. Y̧o̴u ̛f̶eel͜ a d͘ee̢p̶ ąnd ͠utte͡rlỳ ͠bl̢e͝a̛k̵ ̸rev̀ulsi҉on̡ ̕at͘ ̛ţhe͜ ̨a̸ct̷ of ͞b̨ein҉g̀ h͢e͞r̛ę.̕ ͟ ͠It̢ ͘ís͢ a̶l͏iv͏e.
̢
̨Th̸er͟e̢ ͞i͜s͠ som҉e̵thin̴g̛ ͢l͟ik̢e a̕ suǹ (͘or̷ perh́a̴ps, ̨a ̨h͞ear̕t?͘ ͏ c̛ou̴ld ̛śom̀ethińg o͏f͏ ҉b̛lóod ̶and mac̴hi̴nęr͠y̨ c͟o̧n͟ceptuali͞z̡e a̢ heart ͘of i҉t̀s͏ own̕?́) ͡ ̕It's̨ ̨a̛ b̛l͡óated ̨sẁollen ̴t͠hin͡g ͟t͏h̛a̛t͜ ̀c͝a͘st҉s a҉ m͟i̵l̶l̶i̷o͜n shàd͢o҉w҉s͟.
̶
Th̷i͞ş ͠is Crus͏ni͏k'ś ͡wórl̵d͏,̧ an͏d i̡t ͘s͘peak̕s҉ to ͡yo̡ư wi҉th͟o͘u͟t ͢sp̧ȩakin̵g̸.́ ͠

͠I͏t w̢an͡ts ̵t͜o k̢n҉ow̸ w͜h́at͜ y҉ou͏'͝re͝ ̶doing ̶here.̛

Re: d

[decider]

[humming and sparking with malice, a burning defiant white light in this place]

Killing that girl will be easier without you. And I'm the one who can do it.

Re: d

[aprettygirl]

Y҉o̸͞u ̷̨a̸̴re͝ ̛met̀̕͡ w͝i͏̨th́̀ ̴̴f̷̷l̢̡ą҉͘t ̵̢d̷͘en̕ia͞l̴̢͞.̶

Re: d

[decider]

You dared to attack me, and you wonder why...?

[circling closer, pushing down whatever emotional effect is in place with the thrum of rage building anew]

Re: d

[aprettygirl]

T̞̬͇̥̉̒͗͐ͩͥĥ̙͔̺̲̩̜͌̾ͯͯ́̋ͅẻͥ̽͛ ͎̗̲̜̙͚̾̐̔g͈̲̪̮̓ͭ̏̔͒͛r͔͍̻͖̜̬͋̈́̉͊̐o̳ͮ̆́u̩̰͔̟̽ͥ̚n̞̰̱̻̫̲͗͒ͮd̬͕ ̞̜̞͈͍͚̆̆̓ͅi͇̯̠͓̙͚͓͑͐̌̌̈́ͬsͭ̎ͦ ̫̜͋̈́͒̈́ͥ͋c͔͎̟͛r̒a͓̯̖c͙̯̭ͧ͊k͓͎͎͎̜̽̃̈́̉̐̾i̞̤̩̊ͮ̇͋͊͌̏nͯ̎̃̈͑g̻̼̗͎͑ ̺͙͋ͯ̏̀͂̽̽a̙̙̬̮̱̺̪͑̓ͫͬͯn̾͌̎̔d̘͛ͣ͆͗ͣ́̃ ̗̊͗͛͒̄̄t̪̜̻̎h̗e̻̤͍̪̝͎͛̄ͩ̑̋̾ ̦̘̻̝̥̑s͍̺̙̳̑͋̾́́ḧ̲̑͂̍̔a̩̥̍d͎̳̘̳͒ͮͬ̑͛̉o̼w̪̙͑͐́ͣͥ̐̓s̖͇̲̟͉͓ ̫̯̦̣̇ͪ̃̐̽̊á̩̜̙̟ͤ́ͩ̆͛̂r̫͓̱̘̫̬̼ͤ͌̒̀̂e̪͉̺͛̀ ̯͙̖͎̣͓̎͋͌͂̚b͇͇͍͈̦̓̓e̖̖̩̗ͩͬͣ͗̑ͫͅi̠̦̥̜̻̖̣͂ͩͥ̍ͩṋ̗͍̰̣́͐̋ͭg͖̙͇͆̍̌̋ ̲̪̯̝̞͇̉ͮ̇͊̂̉w͈̏͂̇̀͆̚̚a͓͓̥̥͕ͦs̹̞h͔̟́ͫͬͭͦ̉ē͎̥̻̣̌d͙ͯ͆ͭ̃͛́͂ ̗̤̳ḁ̭̠̘͋͊ẘ̘̯̖̳͙̫͑̐ͨͨ̉ͬa̲̩͖̿ͪÿ̞̰̥̼͖̹̿ͣ͆̚ ̟͈̯ͦb͙̹̙͒̆y͔͖͔ ͬ̈ͨt̝͍͎̬͕̼͗͋̚hͤͥ̔ͩͦ̚ḙ̺̞ͩ̾ͬ̃̏̀́ ̞͉̺̖͚͓l̖̖̟̦̹ī̻̰̼̮͕ͦ͂̓ͥ͒̋ͅg̃h͔͍͔͈͔̏͋̔̂ͨ͋̽ṭ̮̫̭̇ͫ̊͑̾.̳͈̠̰̔ͨ̎̌ ̬͓ͯͦ ͯ̀̓ͫ̒̾

C̸ru͜sn͘íķ ̴d̢oes͠ ͟n̵ot co͝mpreh͟end͏ t̕ha҉t̛ it ̶c̕a͜n͢ ҉b̴e͠ d̸est͠ŕoy̢ed. ̷ ͝S͡uch a ͠t͠hing̢ dǫes ̨no̶t͝ ͜ex̛ist̷, f̀o̴r ̶i̧t.

Re: d

[decider]

[plunges at the heart, impetuous as ever, to hopefully burn away some of that zalgotext]

Re: d

[aprettygirl]

Y͍͉͔͙̳̹̍̾̓ͨ͌̓̔̇̒̎͆̀̃͛́̀͜͢ͅơ̷̜̲̙͓̹̱̞͚̥ͮ͒ͩ͂ͧͪ̂̾ͪͮͨͤ̚u͂̇̄̊̑́̏͊͋̍ͩͯ̽͋͌̚͏̢͔̘͔͔̲͉͓̥̥̦̘͖͘ ͓̙̬̰͓͍̥̻͈̮̗̬̘̭̬̰̬͆̽ͥ͛̊̀͢ͅāͪ̏̌ͯ̈̂̃̔ͤͭ̏̕͏̡̨̙͙͕̙̗̗̮̰̲̗͇̲̥̼̜r̶̲̻͖̟̪͗͒ͨ̾̐̓̽̐̒̈̓̈ͫ͟e̢̞̺̭̟̻̥̣̱̙̣͇͓͈̿̅͌ͣ̿̏ͣ̒̄ͮ̄͆͡͞ͅ ̵̶̫̖̥̱̖͓̈́̉͑͆̎͂͒̏̒̈̆̒ͪ̋́͡͞s̨̯͈̺̈ͫ̓͂ͥ͗̂̅̌̌͐̏͋̑̐ͤͣ͠ŵͪ̀ͬ҉̴̧̯̗͚͍̘̯̭̻̥̳̟̳̦̬̝͇̞͘a̯̠̟͎͍̯̜̯̬͇͖̫͕͇̱ͮ͑̀͆ͭ͊͝l̨͎͈͔͎̗̳̘̠ͪ͊ͭ̆͋ͪ̔ͨ̄̓͞͝ͅl̢͕̹̗̖̹̜̪͙̱̯͕͍̪͎͓ͬ̈́͊͌ͯ̇ͮ̃̏̍͊̓̇͡o̧͔̙̣̫͓͂̌͋̔ͣͨͫ̄͂ͪͥ̿̚͘͢͜͠w̸̨̫͚̼̠͔̤̜̪͔͆͊̊͗͝eͮͥ͆̎̾̓ͨ̿̄̍͛͑ͣ̄̅̏͐̂̽͏̛̲͎͙̮̻͓̱͎͈͈ͅd̴̗̯͖̰̰̣̼̳̣̪̩̙͗̽̒͡͞,̢ͥ̊̀ͧ̓͗ͦ̿̐͌̓ͭ͒͑̀͐͛͑͏̙̟̝͉̮̝͈̹͔͇͔̭̞͎͔̠͔͈̖͠ ̵͈͈̲̬͍̜̈́̍ͩ̃̏͛ͭͯ́́͢͡ā̵͙̟̭̻̳͚̪ͥ̆͛̿̀̕͢͝n̶̞̬̟̖̼̺̥̞͒̓̽ͥ͌ͤ̂̂͛ͣ̀̓d̡͖̦̜̩̝͉̗̲͎̮̖͓͚̙̞̬̯͎̻͌̓ͬ̒̈̕ ̵̧̛̻͍͈̳̻̟̗͉̩̝̬͓͕̝̗̜̻͎̃̈́ͯ͗̓̐ͪ͛f̷̴̵̛̥̜͎̲̺͓̩̟͚̱͉̔͌ͧ͛̆ͦ̓ͨ̾͐ͫ̊̒̚̚̕ợ̶̡̢̙̯͙̮͗ͨ̑ͭ͒ͦ̊̑ͯ͂͂r͎̺̻͙ͩ̿̇ͣ͊͗͆ͮ̅͒̽͊ͧͨ͂͠͠ͅ ̸̢̗̞̫͓̠̪̝̮̹̤̫͍̠̯̙͉̏͋͊̍̒̑̈́͜ͅs̵̶̵̀̅ͩͭ̅̿ͭͯ̀̌̿̇̀͏̲͚͕̞͖͔̠͙̦͕̺̫͍̼̭͙̞͙o̢̡̲͖̭̣̮̲̥̻͖͈͉̹͎̮̹͕͋ͨ̄̒͒ͣ̿ͧ̊ͥ̂͛ͦ͘͟͞ͅͅm̷̶̻͖̱̯̗̺̂̍̓ͫ́̈́ͪ͛͋ͧͯ͆̚͘͞ͅe̩̦͉̣̩̰̭̻̦̰̹̰̽́̐ͥͨ̋͛̈́ͤ͂̈́̌͑ͮ̀̚͝ ̢̖̬̬̮̳̳͖͔ͪ̈̐͗ͣ̈̐͠t̢͙͖͚̺͕̗͍̫ͥ̑̇͆̈ͮ͋̆ͥ̀͢i̵̻̲̦͇̱̩͓̮̹͍̭͖̗͚̟̣͖͉̙ͩ͐͌̄̈̀̌̆ͤ̃̑͌͒̋͂̃͟͡͠m̀̆̉ͣͯͣ̏́͐̂̚͘͏̸̡̗͔͕̰̫̺̯͓̻͇̟͔͖͉̦̬̝̺ȩ̷̼̫̰̱̠̙̳͔͓̬̞ͦ̔͊͑͊͘ͅ,̂̂̍̐͑̂̓͏̼̮͓͎͖̦͕͉͍̭͇̣̫̪̪̼̗̯͍͡ ̺͉̬͎̖̺̯̞͚͉̟͍͉̝͙͉̟̍̎͑ͦ̓̑̀͞yͥ̒͂ͯ̾̒̇͐̿̀̎͆̒ͩ́͏̯̲͍̪͇̞̜̝͎̘͍͚̟̗̜̭ǒ̴̗͎͖͕̰̫͚̼̜͉̲̰̦̖̣̹͎͙̖͊͊ͤͥͯͤͫ̃̒ü̴̷̡̻̹̰̬̜ͧ̃͂̂̆͛̊ͫͤ͐̏̽̐ ̸͚͕̞̭̝̞͚̮͍̭ͩ͆̾ͧ̑̐͋ͫ̈͂ͣͩ͑̒ͧ̚͢ȁ̵̛̛͈̺̠͇̪̯͖̰̥͈̤̝̟̩̣̱͑̊͂ͮͨ͆̽́̚͘r̸̮͈͖̖͚͑͋̃ͣ̊͂ͭ̈ͫ̓ͦ̔ͭ̐́ͅe̡͕͔̬̪̗͔͎̖͕̫͈̙̞̯͔̟͒͐̆͊̃̆̽͛̊͌͊͞ ̎̃ͦ͗ͥ̈͋͏̸̶̷̡͍̯̪̤̜̥͈͙ǫ̢̣̲̻̼͖̲̥̙̼̻͔ͨ́̓̌͛̊ͤ̉́̚̕͜n̛͇̪̺̞̗̂ͪ͗͋̓̆̾ͨ͆ͦ͂ͧ̀͜͞l̵̸̨̛̼̹͖̼̠͍̣͓͚̱͕̝̞̳̱ͫ̎̌̓ȳ̪̲͔̞̗̯̜̮̞̟̞ͮͤ̂͆̋̆̓͗̇̀̉́͠͝͡ ̵̴͙̰̫̩͕̗͎̮̯͎̼̊̒̐͛͆͛̉ͩͨ͝͝a̴̖̫͓͎͖͈̘̰̟̳̮̞̓͂ͩͮ͐͒͆̐̓̄̐ͭ̀̀ͅẅ̵̟̥̜͈́ͭ̅̓̕ͅa̸͙̣͙̝̰̙̣͓̤̦͖̬̞̖̫ͬͭ̄̈̉́̀̀r͊͂͒̀̓̓̓ͨ̚͝҉̻͙͕̞̹̱̮̝̙͎̤̗̘͚̞̙e̵̜̣͔̙̗̥̬̟̣͚̪̹̿̇ͩͪ̀ ̷ͫ̀͆ͮͥ̒̐ͯ̃̂̎̓ͧ͒̏͡͏͚̼͈̣̼̘̤͎͍͚̟̭̲̗̮ͅo̡̭͔̣̹͖͙̣͓̩̯͎̳̯̺͇̻̩̦̿͑ͧ̊ͭ̅̌ͭ̽ͩ̀̔́͢f̡͓̘̠ͧ̏̌̀͊̉̅ͮ̉ͩ͒̂̄ͯͅ ͓̱̬̪̞̩̳̣͉͋̃ͭ̒͐̈̆ͮ̇̌̔͊̆̏̌̚̕͝į̶̯͇͚̜̯͍̼̜̞̬̩͍̘̭͐̇̽͗́̀͜͡ͅẗ̸̳͙̘̟͖́ͯͮͧ̑͛̅̆̐̓ͬͫ͢s̨ͯͦͬ̈́̑ͯ͋̂̓̃ͧ̿̊̍̽̓̚̚͠͏̦̫̬͇̞͇͎̠͔̜̰̝͇͔̠̜͝ ̽͋̋̔̈́ͨ̎̎̈́̄̒ͬ̊͡͏̸̡̠͍̟͎̗̲͇̟̜͙̹̟̖̤͔͘h̰̻̳̞̩ͯ̐̅̈́͒̿̇̆ͤͦ̎̏͂̽́͜͠ǘ̸̸̺̝̦͚͉̗̞͇̺̯͈̤͇̗͙̟͎̽̈ͮ̋n̩̳̟͍̜̬̲̞̳̜͙̟̹̭̮̦͓͖̬̾ͣ̽ͭ̓͒ͭ͊̇̅͗̾̌̕͢͠͡g̩͚̜̩̫͚̺͓͚̳͍̭̻̟ͯͭ̎ͨ̉̒̋̆͋ͯͪͮͬ͆ͩͯ̚̚͘͠e̐̑̍̈̌͛ͤ̒̄̏͛̀̕҉̵͉̹̖͔͇͘r̮̳̯̠͇̯ͣ̇͗͐̂̋ͣ̎ͥ̒̒ͭ̔ͥ͌̀̅́̚̕͘͡͡

Re: d

[aprettygirl]

P̵̍̓̎̾҉̴̺̟͙̝r̦ͩͦ͑ͦ̒ͩ̽̚̚͞ì̧͕͈̭ͧ͊ͪ̉̚ͅĉ̢̧̰̱͕ͧͨ̾ͨk̸̰̭̖͕͉̦̗̟̥̉ͩͥͦ̀l̑ͤ͌͌̕ͅe̦͍̟̯̻̒͛̌̏̐̚̕͞š̷̴̤͔̋̊̓͛̄͂ͥ͝ ̡͓͖͕̩̩͛̓ͭͯ̒ͫ̔̈́̾͟͡ỏ̭͙̘ͭf̸̴̛̗̫̗͂͂̈́ͮͣ̎̚̚ ̶̨̛̤̞̠͒͌̄ą̉̔҉҉͎wͩͬ̋̏̒ͧ̆ͩ͏̛̠̰̫͖͕aͮ͛ͯ̊ͣ͏̲̥r̶̍̓ͪͤ͐̚͏͕̞̹̦͘e̶͚̦̖̳̙̬̿̃͐̅̚͢ñ̡̳͈̗̲͎̞̱̾̆̒ͅê̢̢͈̗̭̟̑̾̿̂̚s͓̪̩͌̏̾͂̈́́ͪ̍͝ŝ̢̺̫͉̠̼̓ͥͤͩ͐̇̚̕ ̢̜̘̪̖͙ͭͬͨ͛͑̾̂̋c̶̥̰͖̓̋̋̿ͪ̚o̰͑̂m̸̡̤͇̻̰̜̝͔̺ͮ́͘e̴̵̞͇͗͒ͩͥͫ͆̒͑ ̸̥͎͍̼̘̭͂ͮ̊ͮ͒ͯ̉ͩͧ͝t̢̠̪̪͈̰̣̬͚̿ͤ̿̆̌͐͆͟͟r̶̦̥̰͖ͣͣ̾͋̓̾ͨ͊̀ͅi̡̲ͮ͒̐ͤͫ͛̚c̩̟̙ͫͧ̋͌ͬ̇̀̚k̷̝͍̣̯͍̆̈ḻ̴̳͓̞̣̔͛͒̿̈́͂́i̵̡̮̬̮̍̿̾ͫ͑́̚n̬͈̥͓̟ͫ̑͗̃̊̂̚ͅg̹ͦ͊̋͐́̐̽ͣ͘͞͝ ͇͔͚͓̜͒͋́͠b̙̱̞̌̂̓͒ͦ͊a͛̒̉̎ͩ̄̽̄͏̛̣͙̠͕͟c̴̢̘̞̼̲̹̞̙͈̓̒̌ͭk̶̘̣̳̞͙̞̞̲̂ͩ̅͛̿͂͆ͥ͊͠.̪̿͐ͦ̀̚

͏̡I̷̛͡t̶̷̢̧͟ ̷͘d̶ǫ͘͝e̡͜ş̀͢͝͞ ̧ǹ̡̕͢o͏̸̶͠t͠͠͞͏ ̶͜͞k̷̷̷͘n̕͢͠͞o̵̵̡͘ẁ̷̧͜ ̶̵w͝҉͟͟͝ḩ͏a̷̕͢͠t̸ ̸i͘͢͝s̕͞ ̨̡͟h̴̵á̢̡p̡͜p̧̨ȩ̨́n̛͡͡i̵̸̧͢n̸̶̨͢g̵̵̢͘͜;̧͏̨͞ ̡͘͜w̶̨h̨҉͘͞ý̡̛͜ ̸͡͏i̡̕t͟҉́̕͟ ҉̛̀̕ì̷̵͘͟s͏̶̶̀ ̴̡͘͟b̸ú̸́͢͢r͏̶̡͟͟ņ́͞i͏͜͢ņ̴̶͡g̴̵.̷ ̷̢̢ ̷̡͟͝Ţ̡͡h́͏͞i̴͞s̶̛͘͠ ̵̡͡͠i͘ś̸͘͟͠ ̡͞͏n̵̵e̶̷̡w̷̨̧̛͟.̴̸̢

̕Y̛ơ̷u̡̢͠ ͜a̶͟ŕ̡̢é͞ ̕m̢arḱed̶͟ ̴̀á̴̛ś ̸̷͜a̛n͏ ̴é̸n̢͜em͡y̵͞.͝ ͜ It́͟ ̧h̷a̛ş͢͢ ̸n̕ó̸̷t͘ ̡h̀̕a̶̸͢d̴̶ eņé͝m͟͞͝ies ̷b̛́efo͘͡re͞.͞͝ ͏҉ ͢͞Yo̸u̕ ́a͜͡͡r̶͢e͟ ̡͝t͠h͞e̛͠ ͟f͘i͘͡r̵̢͏s̡҉t̵͟͡.̴̴̕

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The world disintegrates, in rage and white light.

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