entreats: (someone who reaches out)
ange "the definition of chuunibyou" ushiromiya ([personal profile] entreats) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2023-03-13 08:29 pm

(open) you're looking at me like you don't know who i am

Who: Ange, Ruby, Break, and anyone who knows any of them.
What: Corruption turned Ange into a true Umineko witch who decided the best way to keep the people she loves safe from this town is to drag them into a pocket dimension.
When: For a while in March.
Where: Ange and Ruby's house-turned-small-pocket-dimension.

Content Warnings: Potential violence if anyone acts particularly antagonistic. Potential talk of violence or gore. Other warnings will be added when things pop up.



Perhaps you have seen Ruby's odd network post and decided to check things out. Or maybe you're just wandering around Trench and notice that Ange and Ruby's house suddenly looks.. different.

The house has been completely overgrown by way oversized roses, big thorns growing out of all the stems, completely obscuring the structure that's supposed to be underneath it. If you get close enough to the cluster of roses, you may feel your connection to any of the three people inside suddenly pull you in. (Please note: only people who know either Ange, Ruby or Break will be able to enter the pocket dimension because of this!)

If you give in to the sensation, everything around you might go black, and when the light returns, you seem to find yourself in.. a hedge maze. A rather odd one, though. As you stumble through it, you may suddenly find yourself in random rooms, and then back out of them into the hedge maze once more. The Moss King's wild plants seem to have even invaded corners of this place, so you might want to watch out you avoid having those snap at you. Retracing your steps through the labyrinth feels impossible, like the way is changing up behind you with every step. Some rooms make perfect sense - like a neat and elaborate kitchen, or a library - and others seem to consist of nonsense with stairs leading upside down or to nowhere, or gravity not working in a specific room at all.

Flying throughout the entire maze are golden butterflies. They seem to fly with direction, and if you follow them, you might find them leading you to one of the people you were looking for..
possessum: (there are bodies crumbling)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-04-10 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( There are other words for what a person like this may be. Summoner, witch. But the demon certainly knows to be mindful; there is a very intentional respect and care to be maintained. And he has well-learned that the witches and summoners of his world may vary from the types to be found in others, that he must not assume. Even of Ange, the closest type of occultist witch to his own that he has found in this place, there are differences. (Her demons, even her Lucifer, are all cute girls, for one thing....)

But there's a delight in the man's reception of that word, and to the display that immediately follows it. Transfixed is certainly the term for what Paimon is; those unblinking eyes follow the gale of golden butterflies with all the attention of a feline fixed on something shiny and dancing. The movements of his head are maybe a little disconcertingly unnatural for a human — jerky and yet precise — pupils swelling and contracting again and again. Though emotion doesn't wear itself in him so plainly, his eyes reveal everything, and they are fully mesmerised.

Such that when Break speaks, Paimon is having to literally drag those eyes up from the butterflies now upon Break's hands, and upwards. Finding the face with the single red eye. Perhaps he should let Peter come back (but he doesn't want to!) and so it's Paimon who stays, and slowly fills in more of the spaces between them, and Peter just as slowly sinks beneath a vast, dark ocean. It won't hurt him; it's something rather like sleeping, only deeper, and when the boy wakes again, he won't know anything that's happened. But it can't be helped. Paimon wants to be fully present for this, which means that Peter will have to go away for awhile.
)

There are... many. ( Words, for what he is. Introducing himself is a difficult task when he is caged within a human's form. It's... a distressing thought, but not one that he lingers on. Not now, when the air is so bright and the flowers are so crisp, and there are magical dancing things. )

But the Golden Witch knows me as demon.