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kaisou2026-04-08 03:05 pm
hexcrafter) wrote in kaisou2026-04-08 03:05 pm
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⚙ // a moment of civility
WHO: Viktor, the DND group, and the network
WHERE: Viktor's garage for DND, Gemini for everyone else
WHEN: Early April
WHAT: If Brennan Lee Mulligan went into engineering...
WARNINGS: None yet!
[Viktor had, for reasons unknown to anyone but him, set up the session to begin the final confrontation of their campaign in his garage; a space converted into an engineer's workshop with a large Shape near the table covered by a thin cloth. What's that? Nothing, don't worry about it and don't worry about why he's in a much better mood than usual. Just get comfortable and prepare for a long game, it's fine.]
[Or it was fine, right up until the lights went out.]
[un: hextechnician]
[Sometime in the afternoon, a video would come from Viktor's phone; a dimly lit room, with a Tinkaton taking up most of the frame with the universal gesture for 'shhhh' followed by a mischievous grin. In the background, a table full of nerds being loomed over by a Shape draped like a hellish bedsheet ghost, glowing in strange myriad colors made into an odd aura by the thin water vapor of a fog machine. On top of all that, an ominous low hum seemed to fill the air--over which Viktor's voice could be heard in careful, sharply accented narration.]
--all who still stand turn their eyes skyward as the eclipse reaches totality, as the sky itself appears to shake- [He picked up a small remote lying on the table, that low hum briefly interrupted by a sound of pure impact.] -and the twinkling of the stars begins to resemble not distant light, but the blinking eyes of a thousand adherents turned to witness the descent of their herald.
And as you look upon it, the eclipse itself begins to fracture- [Another sound of impact.] -under a force beyond it, something moving within an impossible space between reality and elsewhere. It cracks and shatters to the yawning black void beyond, and all you see for a moment is a massive glowing eye within the void where the sun once hovered overhead. Talia, if you would, please?
[Setting the phone down to carefully keep everything in frame, the Tinkaton skittered around behind the table and tugged on the corner of the cloth to reveal a horrific abomination, multicolored light streaming from a too wide mouth of countless teeth in beams accentuated by the thin mist.]
It opens the endless chasm you could call a mouth- [his hand moved on the remote, and with no small amount of horrified objections the creature began to move, jaw widening and tendrils beginning to writhe like some unholy abomination, followed by a shocked exclamation of 'VIKTOR?!' that might have been Noctis.] -and through endless teeth you see the light of the cosmos illuminating the battlefield in colors without name, the ground itself seeming to become something foreign and alien as if the creature's mere presence warps the shape of reality around it, form without shape winding its way from the broken eclipse down towards those who would stand to oppose it.
[Viktor just kind of let that sink in for a moment, smile on his face nothing short of deviously thrilled.]
...If you would all please roll initiative.
WHERE: Viktor's garage for DND, Gemini for everyone else
WHEN: Early April
WHAT: If Brennan Lee Mulligan went into engineering...
WARNINGS: None yet!
[Viktor had, for reasons unknown to anyone but him, set up the session to begin the final confrontation of their campaign in his garage; a space converted into an engineer's workshop with a large Shape near the table covered by a thin cloth. What's that? Nothing, don't worry about it and don't worry about why he's in a much better mood than usual. Just get comfortable and prepare for a long game, it's fine.]
[Or it was fine, right up until the lights went out.]
[un: hextechnician]
[Sometime in the afternoon, a video would come from Viktor's phone; a dimly lit room, with a Tinkaton taking up most of the frame with the universal gesture for 'shhhh' followed by a mischievous grin. In the background, a table full of nerds being loomed over by a Shape draped like a hellish bedsheet ghost, glowing in strange myriad colors made into an odd aura by the thin water vapor of a fog machine. On top of all that, an ominous low hum seemed to fill the air--over which Viktor's voice could be heard in careful, sharply accented narration.]
--all who still stand turn their eyes skyward as the eclipse reaches totality, as the sky itself appears to shake- [He picked up a small remote lying on the table, that low hum briefly interrupted by a sound of pure impact.] -and the twinkling of the stars begins to resemble not distant light, but the blinking eyes of a thousand adherents turned to witness the descent of their herald.
And as you look upon it, the eclipse itself begins to fracture- [Another sound of impact.] -under a force beyond it, something moving within an impossible space between reality and elsewhere. It cracks and shatters to the yawning black void beyond, and all you see for a moment is a massive glowing eye within the void where the sun once hovered overhead. Talia, if you would, please?
[Setting the phone down to carefully keep everything in frame, the Tinkaton skittered around behind the table and tugged on the corner of the cloth to reveal a horrific abomination, multicolored light streaming from a too wide mouth of countless teeth in beams accentuated by the thin mist.]
It opens the endless chasm you could call a mouth- [his hand moved on the remote, and with no small amount of horrified objections the creature began to move, jaw widening and tendrils beginning to writhe like some unholy abomination, followed by a shocked exclamation of 'VIKTOR?!' that might have been Noctis.] -and through endless teeth you see the light of the cosmos illuminating the battlefield in colors without name, the ground itself seeming to become something foreign and alien as if the creature's mere presence warps the shape of reality around it, form without shape winding its way from the broken eclipse down towards those who would stand to oppose it.
[Viktor just kind of let that sink in for a moment, smile on his face nothing short of deviously thrilled.]
...If you would all please roll initiative.
