[heart game]

[dormancy]

There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .

Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .

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[crueltobekind]

[SUCH A JERK]

[kicks the bookshelf!!

and stomps away to go see what's through the door]

[dramatispersonae]

The bookshelf gives an ominous lurch, but it eventually settles itself.

The room is elegant and well-put together with a few arm chairs and bureaus. Heavy curtains hang from what appear to be windows, and a vase full of dead and dry flowers in what must have been a lovely arrangement sits on a low table. There are a few empty dishes and a teapot set out.

[crueltobekind]

Huh . . .

[moving to the windows(?) to see what's outside]

[dramatispersonae]

Underneath the curtains, there are windows! But whether it is paint or darkness, there is only black to be seen. The longer you stay, the more you may feel like an intrusion, an unwelcome visitor . . .

[crueltobekind]

[Being unwelcome isn't so much a problem for a Hitachiin, luckily.]

[Trying to open one of the windows . . .]

[dramatispersonae]

It is bolted.

[crueltobekind]

[CAN I UNBOLT IT . . . otherwise he's going to look around in the bureaus like a much too nosy guest]

[dramatispersonae]

Sure, you can . . . But there is going to be a lot of darkness rushing at you, though. :')

[crueltobekind]

[dfgfgklh HOLY SHIT TRIES TO SLAM THE WINDOW CLOSED AGAIN]

[dramatispersonae]

You manage to! A few wisps of darkness filled with taunting laughter, an almost clown-like voice singing out, "He doesn't want to come~ What a dull boy~," still linger in the room before they eventually fade.

[twindividualism]

[WHAT. THE HELL WAS THAT . . .]

[pulls the curtains shut over the windows and goes to check out one of the bureaus]

[dramatispersonae]

Empty, empty, empty—Oh, a mouse trap snaps shut on your fingers. It seems stronger than something used for catching mice, though.

[crueltobekind]

Ah—!!

[pries the trap off so he can inspect his finger 8(]

[dramatispersonae]

It looks like it is broken. Goodness, that might be what you get for snooping . . . There are also several cobwebs and dust bunnies in the drawers. Somehow, it seems that this room has not been used for awhile.

[crueltobekind]

[Well it looks like Kaoru will just cry throughout the entire rest of the heart.]

[Is there another way out of the room . . .]

[dramatispersonae]

You have to go out where you came, dear.

[crueltobekind]

[FINE!!1]

[then he will go check out the chaise area for anything approaching first aid supplies]

[dramatispersonae]

Paper, chess piece, flower petals . . . It seems that you are out of luck.

[crueltobekind]

[Vincent your heart is a butt.]

[There has to be more things somewhere if he keeps going though . . . HEADS DOWN THE HILL?]

[dramatispersonae]

Straight towards the hedge or to the left?

[twindividualism]

[To the left]

[dramatispersonae]

Off the edge of the veranda, down the hill away from the maze, you can see what looks like the remants of a fire. A soft paw, a curl of paper here and there, gives away what was burned, but it seems like it has long gone out. The few pieces of something that was Peridot green in the ashes answers the question of where that book might be . . .

[crueltobekind]

[VINCENT NIGHTRAY]

[are any of the paper scraps salvageable?]

[dramatispersonae]

Charming





Potential




Useful

Hmm, but they could be from any number of books.

[crueltobekind]

[nts: beat up Vincent]

[looks around for a stick to poke through the fire's ashes with]