A Sans-Serif is struggling with himself. Quite literally - there appear to be two of him One looks much as he does in day-to-day life in the castle - dressed in his old lab clothes, a little sicklier and spindlier than he is nowadays, but basically the same. The other is empty-eyed and motionless and quiet, a doll in all but name. The two of them appear to be bound together with strings around their joints, and as they struggle and fight with one another, it only serves to get them more tangled up. As they fight with one another, it only serves to exhaust the real one (or is he just a delusion?) because the fake is evidently stronger (or was he the real one all along?).
You stand with your cohorts in the hallway of a lab, watching the two of them fight. Until at last one lets out a long-suffering sigh, steps forward, and clicks his fingers. "Anti-Temporal Interference Unit. Enough wasting time."
The doll lifts its head to regard the scientists, and nods. Resolutely ignoring Sans-Serif's attempts to hold it back or beat it down, it gets back to its feet, takes hold of the puppet strings, and starts to drag its counterpart onwards towards the open door at the end of the hall. Sans-Serif, meanwhile, kicks and struggles and thrashes with all his might, but to no avail. He screams, but nobody listens: "no no no stop it i don't want to i don't like this let me go stop...!"
B You're sitting on a cloud. It's quite soft and fluffy, more like a pile of pillows than a collection of water vapor. The cloud is floating in the vast night sky, stars scattered all around. If you dare to look down, you'll see the castle in the distance, the treetops of the forest down below. You're not too high up. You won't fall.
Sans-Serif is sitting on a nearby cloud, secure enough with the situation to let his legs dangle over the edge. He appears to be eating something - something that causes sparks and lights to flash in his teeth as he crunches down. He stares out over the area, until he feels you looking at him and looks to you instead. "do you see it yet?"
C The halls of the castle are dark and bloodied. Thunder booms and lightning flashes outside, rain pounding down against the stone hard enough to make the castle feel as though it's shaking beneath the weight of the storm. Bodies lay strewn about like ragdolls, some defined, some even recognizable, but others might as well be empty and broken toys.
You're standing at the end of one hallway. A flash of lightning illuminates the path ahead, highlighting but not quite identifying the bodies. Sans-Serif stands beside you, trembling hard enough to rattle with fear, trying desperately not to break down in sobs.
What appear for all the world to be two other Sanses stand on either side of him, one with a grip on each arm. One - taller and stronger, dressed mostly in reds and blacks - gives his shoulder a shake. "crying isn't going to do us any good. it'll just get us dead along with them. come on!" Another - bright-eyed and vibrating with energy, dressed in a strange sort of armor with a blue scarf around his shoulders - tries to urge himself on as well. "we have to find out who did such a horrible thing! and, as aspiring members of the royal guard, it is our duty to stop them!"
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Sans-Serif is struggling with himself. Quite literally - there appear to be two of him One looks much as he does in day-to-day life in the castle - dressed in his old lab clothes, a little sicklier and spindlier than he is nowadays, but basically the same. The other is empty-eyed and motionless and quiet, a doll in all but name. The two of them appear to be bound together with strings around their joints, and as they struggle and fight with one another, it only serves to get them more tangled up. As they fight with one another, it only serves to exhaust the real one (or is he just a delusion?) because the fake is evidently stronger (or was he the real one all along?).
You stand with your cohorts in the hallway of a lab, watching the two of them fight. Until at last one lets out a long-suffering sigh, steps forward, and clicks his fingers. "Anti-Temporal Interference Unit. Enough wasting time."
The doll lifts its head to regard the scientists, and nods. Resolutely ignoring Sans-Serif's attempts to hold it back or beat it down, it gets back to its feet, takes hold of the puppet strings, and starts to drag its counterpart onwards towards the open door at the end of the hall. Sans-Serif, meanwhile, kicks and struggles and thrashes with all his might, but to no avail. He screams, but nobody listens: "no no no stop it i don't want to i don't like this let me go stop...!"
B
You're sitting on a cloud. It's quite soft and fluffy, more like a pile of pillows than a collection of water vapor. The cloud is floating in the vast night sky, stars scattered all around. If you dare to look down, you'll see the castle in the distance, the treetops of the forest down below. You're not too high up. You won't fall.
Sans-Serif is sitting on a nearby cloud, secure enough with the situation to let his legs dangle over the edge. He appears to be eating something - something that causes sparks and lights to flash in his teeth as he crunches down. He stares out over the area, until he feels you looking at him and looks to you instead. "do you see it yet?"
C
The halls of the castle are dark and bloodied. Thunder booms and lightning flashes outside, rain pounding down against the stone hard enough to make the castle feel as though it's shaking beneath the weight of the storm. Bodies lay strewn about like ragdolls, some defined, some even recognizable, but others might as well be empty and broken toys.
You're standing at the end of one hallway. A flash of lightning illuminates the path ahead, highlighting but not quite identifying the bodies. Sans-Serif stands beside you, trembling hard enough to rattle with fear, trying desperately not to break down in sobs.
What appear for all the world to be two other Sanses stand on either side of him, one with a grip on each arm. One - taller and stronger, dressed mostly in reds and blacks - gives his shoulder a shake. "crying isn't going to do us any good. it'll just get us dead along with them. come on!" Another - bright-eyed and vibrating with energy, dressed in a strange sort of armor with a blue scarf around his shoulders - tries to urge himself on as well. "we have to find out who did such a horrible thing! and, as aspiring members of the royal guard, it is our duty to stop them!"