badfic_manor | [In Person] Not quite the usual reality-warping.

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[In Person] Not quite the usual reality-warping.

[In the main hall, there's a seventeen year old Alessa sitting on the carpet, legs folded up under her skirt, looking ... very perturbed.]

[She's also in the middle of a patch of small flowers that are inexplicably growing out of the floor; keen observers might notice that there's small flowers dotting the manor all over the place, wherever she's been the past day, marking where she's appeared or disappeared or really done ANYTHING.]

[Every now and then, a patch of floor in front of her that she's staring at will seem to rot away into rusted metal grating covered in unidentifiable stains, some of which look like blood ...]

[And then it'll return to normal, and be quickly covered in flowers.]

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[On his way to the games room he spots Alessa sitting there all too happily. He initially thinks nothing of it until he recognises that famous Otherworld rusty look peeling away from the floor. His mouth stretches into a grin. Alessa Gillespie of Silent Hill. One of the best ever survival horror games he's ever played. He's excited until he realises exactly what that potentially means. Could she create monsters from their psyches?]

Hey.

[OOC: He smells uber good this week, those be pheromones but they only attract dudes to him hardcore. Wimmenfolk just get to enjoy him.]

[............ The recognition means that he is getting the absolute strangest look.]

Hello. [She's studying him trying to figure out why there was recognition. There shouldn't be recognition, she has no clue who this person is and there's no sense that he's ever been anywhere near Silent Hill.]

[He's either used to it or just expecting it. He may be a fanboy but he's at least got an idea of how to talk to someone like they're a normal person.]

When did you arrive here?

I've been here about a week now. [She may be just ... slightly... suspicious. A little. Tiny bit.]

Ah, sorry. I'm Wallace. My world's kinda funny. Like your home Silent Hill, we've got a few stories about it.

[Well.. he wouldn't tell her everything he knew. That may just freak her out.]

[She straightens up to look straight at him, expression flat. Whatever your intentions, some things are dangerous information.]

What do you know of Silent Hill, and how?

[Rubbing the nape of his neck he sits down cross legged and sighs.]

Where do I start? Well.. I know about the cult. The Order trying to create paradise through their 'God' which was actually a demon of sorts. I know about your mother's plan, the shitty things they did to you. People that have been drawn to Silent Hill, the monsters there..

In my home, your life and home is part of a survival horror game. I know it sounds weird, but, hell meeting you is weird to me.

[She thinks that over, taking some time - he's telling the truth, she can tell that much.]

[Although one thing doesn't quite make sense...] What kind of a "game" would go into that kind of detail on something like that?

[Rubbing the back of his head he tries to think of how to categorise it.]

I guess it's under a psychological horror. The Japanese have an odd sense of entertainment in comparison with America or Europe.

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How would one 'play' at something like that? [She's got images of going out finding haunted houses in with the confusion...]

[Wallace chuckles and rubs the nape of his neck.]

Well, you have a television and a box looking thing you plug into it and then you can play it as though you're there.

You wanna see it?

[Of course he wasn't going to show her Silent Hill, that'd just be insult to injury. Probably more like something along the lines of Mario.]

[She gives him a more curious headtilt.]

Controlling a TV image? - yes, I would.

[Getting to his feet again he points over his shoulder towards one of the corridors off to the side.]

The game's room is just down there. C'mon, it'll be fun.

[Wandering the corridors his head felt full. It was unbearable but he was craving it. Everytime he put his hand on a book he could absorb all of the knowledge within it. Perhaps it spoiled novels, but for factual books? Nothing could have made his work easier.

Something stops him when he smells Alessa's heart though. Darkened, but not of her own accord. Sad, bittered and spiteful. Cautiously he approached her, offering a gummy bear that Willy had made for him.]

[She looks up; it's an odd moment on her end as well - so young, and carrying that kind of uncertain shadow.]

[She smiles sadly and accepts it.] Thank you.

[Shuffling closer he sits down in front of her and tilts his head. Why did she look so sad? What could have happened to her to drive her to such a sorry state?]

[She does understand the unspoken question; her appearance shifts, burns spreading across her skin, and on the ground there's a brief pattern of glowing red lines tracing out this image (http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f326/GameOver_Mushroom/600px-SH_Halo_of_the_Sun.png) that fades out into more flowers.]

[He swallows heavily as he sees her true form, his gut wrenching. The symbol, ancient magics of sorts? But it had to have been caused by someone.. but who would just do that to someone?]

[She's returned to "normal" after that; no need to stay that way, here...]

[The exact phrasing might not get across, but the question's clear enough.]

...Mother.

[Ienzo's face falls putting the bag of sweets in between them. Really, how could a mother do something like that to their child?]

..I'm sorry..

[That gets a sad, weak smile.] ...it was a long time ago.

...Thank you.

[Shaking his head he pushes the packet towards Alessa further. Really this cheering up people business wasn't something he knew much on, but sometimes company was really all it took.

Granted he can see that the flowers are getting on Alessa's nerves. If he was more confident he'd probably plunk several from the ground, turn it into a game of sorts. Something to distract the melancholy from the air.]

I'm sorry, but I was wondering if these flowers I keep seeing are yours?

[She looks up as Finny's approaching, tilting her head curiously.]

Apparently. They're not normal for me. [One of the brief Otherside patches opens up in front of her as if by way of demonstration, then closes over and ... is covered in a renewed growth of flowers.]

Is it something to do with the Author this week? She gave me the ability to understand birds.

[She nods.] I would hope it's temporary; I'd rather not leave flowers everywhere I've been.

But the flowers are nice. Maybe you can picked them and decorate somewhere?

...... [They're ... honestly a little unnerving to her in that special "this is alien" way that just brings up vague faint memories of a fairly miserable childhood, but...]

Maybe. [Her tone goes dry and sardonic.] If this goes on much longer, the Manor will be covered in them.

[Medusa saunters past the girl crouched on the ground. She pauses for a moment to look over her shoulder. For no provoked reason, she gives a concentrated glance at the flowers, wilting them instantly.]

[...............................And THAT is the kind of aura, the kind of looming darkness and intentions....]

[Wilting the flowers isn't much of an issue - the entire span out to under Medusa's feet is suddenly bloodied, rusted, and rotted; Alessa's appearance hasn't changed, although she is looking up with a distinctly unamused expression.]

[In contrast Medusa is distinctly amused by the change of scenery. She pokes gingerly at the floor casually with her toe. She turns around completely to look at the girl, one eye brow raised.]

That's a rather impressive power you have there little girl.

[The grating under that toe seems to scuttle suddenly from the other side - as if the dark mass under it was a multitude of a certain kind of legs that'd just been disturbed...]

Really? [She sounds almost bored, although she's watching Medusa quite closely.] It just hasn't been working as usual lately...

[Medusa withdraws her foot and promptly smashes it upon the ground. She isn't unnerved, far from it. If anything she is staring at Alessa with even more interest.]

Any idea why that might be?

[The little display of rage only seems to add to it - there's now a good chunk of the radius of grating where the other side of it is a teeming mass of spidery legs.]

[Sigh.]

I know why.

Because this place is held by someone else's power.

[Medusa shuffles her feet in annoyance. She is aware that the spiders are there, but for the most part has lost interest in them. Having heard that mumble, she knows they are under the control of Alessa. She stares at the girl, expression sweetening.]

Tell me more.

[She raises an eyebrow a little at the false expression, but doesn't comment; she isn't putting much effort into the spiders - just reflecting back something from Medusa.]

This place is held up by someone else's power, and this week it is quite obvious that the one who owns this place, can make ... alterations at whim, even to the power of those within it... [A small circle in front of her stops being grate, and the flowers sprout in its wake.] Who knows? Perhaps one week, we'll wake up and be completely... normal.

[And on that cheerful note, she stands up, dissolving into a sudden shadowy mass of blackness, shifting legs and gleaming eyes; that starts to spread, then bursts into flames, decaying to ash far too quickly before it disappears, leaving behind more flowers.]

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