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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The house is, indeed, in the middle of the market place, as the rumors had said. It is sort of shabby looking, the wood it is made from having greyed and grown moss, giving the building the feeling that it belongs into a swamp rather than a city. All windows and barred with wooden planks and even the signs around it, that invite beings to enter have seen better days. Most of the beings around it seem to keep their distance though, preferring to gaze at it, rather than approach. A single, female shark being, in a leather coat is at the door however, inspecting it closely.<br> <br>Fenris cannot be kept away from the strange and unusual! The tiger made a beeline for the inexplicable house and is looking at it with interest. Since it is Halloween, the tiger has donned an artfully made skull mask, that he wears propped up on top of his head, instead of properly over his face. He saunters up behind the shark with a smile on his face. "So?" he asks, "What do you think? Up for a little adventure?" He barely slows as he walks up to the door and tries the handle.<br> <br>The shark turns around, revealing the frown on her face. "Ah, Hello." She looks the tiger up and down for a moment. "I am not sure. Though I feel like I should investigate. It might be some sort of trap, designed to lure in townfolks and mug them, or something like that." She taps her chin. "Though I doubt setting this thing up over night is worth a few cut purses. Most curious." She extends a hand to Fenris. "'Liz."<br> <br>"Oh?" Fenris says, grinning at the building, "You think it might be?" He seems rather pleased by the prospect of a trap. "Fenris," he says, accepting the hand firmly, "Let's see what there is to see, shall we?" The tiger does not wait for an answer, but opens the door and strides in.<br> <br>The shark follows closely behind the tiger, and sure enough, once both are in the door shuts down behind them. A quick probing of the handle by Liz confirms that they are locked in. "Well then. Seems we won't be getting out through here. Maybe there is a key or another exit?" She reaches behind herself and for her wood chopping axe, only to notice that it is gone. As are her knifes and sword and any potential weapons the two might have carried. "Okay. I am pretty sure I had my gear with me just a minute ago. Are you missing stuff as well?"<br> <br>"Oh, probably," Fenris says, not even checking his pockets, looking around gleefully, "I can't tell you how exciting this is!" The tiger was not so interested in going back out the door anyway. "What an interesting place!" he says, "Have you had any experience with Spirits, Liz? I've never met one that built creepy old houses in towns before, but who knows!" The tiger looks around curiously.<br> <br>Elizabeth shakes her head. "I have not. Heard of 'em, but never met one." She eyes the tiger up and down again. "You seem awfully comfortable with all this weirdness. Houses appearing out of nothing, gear disappearing." She sighs. |
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| + | The hallway the two beings are occupying seems to reach to the other side of the building, should one make a rough estimate. To the left, three doors, somewhat evenly spaced, line the hallway. <br> <br>"Why worry about things you can't change?" the tiger says glibly, sauntering down the hall to the first door, "Besides, it is exciting, and there are always ways to solve problems without a weapon." He swings the door open with a grin. "Adventure!" he says with a wink.<br> <br>The shark hurries to enter with Fenris, in case all the doors in this building lock on their own. "I suppose you are right." | ||
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| + | The room the two are in is rather small, but appears much, much large, thanks to being lined with mirrors on all sides. Even the door the duo came through is host to a mirror and notably lacks a handle on this side. A fact that is made worse by the fact that it, in fact, shuts itself once they are in.<br> <br>Fenris turns to look at the vanished door with interest. "Forward it is, then!" he says with a cheery smile, turning to saunter forward. The tiger stops from time to time to look in the mirrors, adjusting his coat.<br> <br>As soon as Fenris stops at the first of the mirrors, it is as if his eyes are glued to it. In it, he appears distorted, but much clearer than in those mirrors they have on faregrounds. He looks easily 200 pounds heavier, but at his usual size. And all that weight ain't muscles. Elizabeth's mirror shows her much, much smaller than she is, at maybe 6 inches tall. Both beings can't break away from their mirrors for about two minutes. But once they do, they find that their bodies now match their reflexions. | ||
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| + | This development is met by a high pitched shriek by the formerly tall shark, who is pinching herself several times to make sure she is not having a bad dream. "Ho-how is this possible!"<br> <br>Fenris stares at his incredibly fat reflection, then at his own, newly flabby form. Then the obese tiger starts to laugh, his belly and bulging cheeks jiggling with his mirth. "Creators!" he chortles, "that is an amazing trick!" He hefts his sagging gut in his fat paws and shakes it. "Wow! You don't think this is permanent, do you?" he asks, looking around for the shark and finally honing in on the now, miniscule warrior, "I've never seen magic like it!" he says, waddling toward a new mirror, still moving forward.<br> <br>Elizabeth blinks a couple of times. "P-P-Permanent?! Creators no! How would I live like this!" The shark takes a moment to collect herself, carefully looking around, making sure to not focus on any of the mirrors, she spots that Fenris decided to look into another mirror, swallows and decides to do the same. | ||
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| + | The reflections are even further from reality this time. Fenris appears about three meters tall, still overweight, but with a good amount of muscle. His fur has been replaced with green hide and his face is akin to a very, very, very ugly creator. With a might underbite and an impressive pair of tusks growing from his lower jaw. Liz's reflection may not be changing in proportions, but she too seems much more like a creator. However a very tiny one. With pointed ears and a set of dragonfly wings on her back that lift her into the air without a thought from the confused former shark. As the two minutes pass and they are released from the magic mirrors, they find themselves changed once more. And their clothing as well! Fenris is wearing nothing but a loincloth and Liz a dress made from fresh petals.<br> <br>"AH hahahah!" Fenris laughs, his voice deeper and a little gravely, "That is amazing! How are they doing this?" The not-tiger pokes at his new tusks and grins into the mirror. "What is this anyway?" he asks, then looks at Liz, and laughs even louder, "And what are you supposed to be? You look like Sylvia! But I don't think I'm supposed to be any kind of machine spirit." Not that he explains who Sylvia is. "You think they all do this?" he asks, sauntering over to look at another mirror. | ||
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The house is, indeed, in the middle of the market place, as the rumors had said. It is sort of shabby looking, the wood it is made from having greyed and grown moss, giving the building the feeling that it belongs into a swamp rather than a city. All windows and barred with wooden planks and even the signs around it, that invite beings to enter have seen better days. Most of the beings around it seem to keep their distance though, preferring to gaze at it, rather than approach. A single, female shark being, in a leather coat is at the door however, inspecting it closely.
Fenris cannot be kept away from the strange and unusual! The tiger made a beeline for the inexplicable house and is looking at it with interest. Since it is Halloween, the tiger has donned an artfully made skull mask, that he wears propped up on top of his head, instead of properly over his face. He saunters up behind the shark with a smile on his face. "So?" he asks, "What do you think? Up for a little adventure?" He barely slows as he walks up to the door and tries the handle.
The shark turns around, revealing the frown on her face. "Ah, Hello." She looks the tiger up and down for a moment. "I am not sure. Though I feel like I should investigate. It might be some sort of trap, designed to lure in townfolks and mug them, or something like that." She taps her chin. "Though I doubt setting this thing up over night is worth a few cut purses. Most curious." She extends a hand to Fenris. "'Liz."
"Oh?" Fenris says, grinning at the building, "You think it might be?" He seems rather pleased by the prospect of a trap. "Fenris," he says, accepting the hand firmly, "Let's see what there is to see, shall we?" The tiger does not wait for an answer, but opens the door and strides in.
The shark follows closely behind the tiger, and sure enough, once both are in the door shuts down behind them. A quick probing of the handle by Liz confirms that they are locked in. "Well then. Seems we won't be getting out through here. Maybe there is a key or another exit?" She reaches behind herself and for her wood chopping axe, only to notice that it is gone. As are her knifes and sword and any potential weapons the two might have carried. "Okay. I am pretty sure I had my gear with me just a minute ago. Are you missing stuff as well?"
"Oh, probably," Fenris says, not even checking his pockets, looking around gleefully, "I can't tell you how exciting this is!" The tiger was not so interested in going back out the door anyway. "What an interesting place!" he says, "Have you had any experience with Spirits, Liz? I've never met one that built creepy old houses in towns before, but who knows!" The tiger looks around curiously.
Elizabeth shakes her head. "I have not. Heard of 'em, but never met one." She eyes the tiger up and down again. "You seem awfully comfortable with all this weirdness. Houses appearing out of nothing, gear disappearing." She sighs.
The hallway the two beings are occupying seems to reach to the other side of the building, should one make a rough estimate. To the left, three doors, somewhat evenly spaced, line the hallway.
"Why worry about things you can't change?" the tiger says glibly, sauntering down the hall to the first door, "Besides, it is exciting, and there are always ways to solve problems without a weapon." He swings the door open with a grin. "Adventure!" he says with a wink.
The shark hurries to enter with Fenris, in case all the doors in this building lock on their own. "I suppose you are right."
The room the two are in is rather small, but appears much, much large, thanks to being lined with mirrors on all sides. Even the door the duo came through is host to a mirror and notably lacks a handle on this side. A fact that is made worse by the fact that it, in fact, shuts itself once they are in.
Fenris turns to look at the vanished door with interest. "Forward it is, then!" he says with a cheery smile, turning to saunter forward. The tiger stops from time to time to look in the mirrors, adjusting his coat.
As soon as Fenris stops at the first of the mirrors, it is as if his eyes are glued to it. In it, he appears distorted, but much clearer than in those mirrors they have on faregrounds. He looks easily 200 pounds heavier, but at his usual size. And all that weight ain't muscles. Elizabeth's mirror shows her much, much smaller than she is, at maybe 6 inches tall. Both beings can't break away from their mirrors for about two minutes. But once they do, they find that their bodies now match their reflexions.
This development is met by a high pitched shriek by the formerly tall shark, who is pinching herself several times to make sure she is not having a bad dream. "Ho-how is this possible!"
Fenris stares at his incredibly fat reflection, then at his own, newly flabby form. Then the obese tiger starts to laugh, his belly and bulging cheeks jiggling with his mirth. "Creators!" he chortles, "that is an amazing trick!" He hefts his sagging gut in his fat paws and shakes it. "Wow! You don't think this is permanent, do you?" he asks, looking around for the shark and finally honing in on the now, miniscule warrior, "I've never seen magic like it!" he says, waddling toward a new mirror, still moving forward.
Elizabeth blinks a couple of times. "P-P-Permanent?! Creators no! How would I live like this!" The shark takes a moment to collect herself, carefully looking around, making sure to not focus on any of the mirrors, she spots that Fenris decided to look into another mirror, swallows and decides to do the same.
The reflections are even further from reality this time. Fenris appears about three meters tall, still overweight, but with a good amount of muscle. His fur has been replaced with green hide and his face is akin to a very, very, very ugly creator. With a might underbite and an impressive pair of tusks growing from his lower jaw. Liz's reflection may not be changing in proportions, but she too seems much more like a creator. However a very tiny one. With pointed ears and a set of dragonfly wings on her back that lift her into the air without a thought from the confused former shark. As the two minutes pass and they are released from the magic mirrors, they find themselves changed once more. And their clothing as well! Fenris is wearing nothing but a loincloth and Liz a dress made from fresh petals.
"AH hahahah!" Fenris laughs, his voice deeper and a little gravely, "That is amazing! How are they doing this?" The not-tiger pokes at his new tusks and grins into the mirror. "What is this anyway?" he asks, then looks at Liz, and laughs even louder, "And what are you supposed to be? You look like Sylvia! But I don't think I'm supposed to be any kind of machine spirit." Not that he explains who Sylvia is. "You think they all do this?" he asks, sauntering over to look at another mirror.
