[IC] [Reverie] SEPTEMBER 2022 - PALACE GAME

[pyrighteous]

[ Welcome to the inside of Hunter's heart! Potential CWs include (but are not limited to):

- Torture
- Character death
- Gaslighting/manipulation/bad parenting
- Child abuse (onscreen and implied)
- Experimentation/vivisection
- Body horror
- Drowning
- Full Owl House Spoilers

Generally speaking the onscreen stuff will be kept PG-13 (this is a Disney cartoon after all!) but the implications may be exponentially more horrific (this is a Disney cartoon after all!!)

If at any point you are uncomfortable or need to me take extra care in glossing over ANY topic, please ping me right away in Discord. I am happy to do everything I can to keep this game fun for everyone! ]

Toplevels:

START AREA - GENERAL
- Session 1
- Session 2
- Session 3

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AFTERMATH - GENERAL

Comments

[pyrighteous]

[ It's tough going! The boy is made out of wood more than flesh, even moreso than actual Hunter would be. But with effort, skin starts to appear on his fingers.

He stares up at Adrien mutely, terrified and grateful. Behind them, Belos's frown deepens. ]

I told you. He's nothing but scrap. Leave him for the pit to reabsorb.

[eudaimoniac]

[his voice is mild, with a terrible steel below]

I work best with fewer distractions. Quiet, if you please.

[he does everything he can to get the boy in as good a shape as possible]

[pyrighteous]

[ It's not perfect, but he's functional by the end of it. The patches that Adrien healed make a strange contrast against his pale skin. And his ears ...

His ears are rounded. Human ears, not the least bit pointed. At most, they're a bit larger than normal.

With Adrien's help, he's able to finish climbing out of the pit. Shivering on the floor, still gasping out bits of slime.

Belos watches in stony silence. ]

I won't ask again. Put him back, witch.

[eudaimoniac]

[standing, whirling to put himself between belos and the new boy]

Where is Hunter? Tell me where he is.

[pyrighteous]

Make me.

[ His arm shifts, extending into a slimy goop limb with a scythe on the end of it. He wastes no time aiming it at Adrien's head. ]

[eudaimoniac]

[there's not a second of delay before the torrent of lightning comes for belos, bolt after bolt just sinking into him]

[pyrighteous]

[ Belos lets out an AWFUL scream as the bolts hit home. His vegetal flesh sizzles and fills the air with an even more unpleasant stench. When he falls, the lumpy remains are still twitching, though. He's not dead - but Adrien has bought himself a significant amount of time.

Behind him, the boy watches in horror. ]

[eudaimoniac]

[trying to take the boy and run. looking for any different passageway, any escape]

[pyrighteous]

[ There seems to be just one exit: a hallway that eventually brightens a little, bringing them both out into ... a strange forest. ]