clouds came and covered the sun

[hairpining]

[You find yourself in a small, quaint little town. The architecture has a notably late-1800s bent to it, in contrast to the clean, crisp air you breathe – combined with a faint, flowery scent – it's almost as though it is not industrialized at all.

Which would be easy enough to believe. After all, there do not seem to be any people out other than you and your fellow spelunkers – in spite of the occasional whisper you might hear. Hushed and impossible to actually make out.

Far in the distance lies a towering building, similar in shape to a fairytale castle.]

(Castle Town | Atelier | Smithy | Castle Town Revisited |
Painting the Roses Red | The Golden Afternoon | Castle Corridor |
The Library of Babel | The Girl Without Hands | The Garden of Paradise | The White Bride and the Black One |
The Princess Sleeping in the Glass Coffin)

((BGM entirely for ~atmospheric~ and ~stylistic~ purposes and personal reference, feel free to listen if you want to!))

Comments

[provocate]

[...idk either but... while it's heating up he will... avoid it since he's a fish and heat is awful for him. Kinda... travels around the perimeter... kicking the occasional body WHY??? Picks one of the poppies and twists it into the button hole of his lapel just before wandering back over and drawing the iron back out...]

[Bluh bluh bluh never been the sort for branding but... wwhatevver he's got it now so... taking it back over to her, holding it sorta idly near her... Close enough she can probably feel the heat, but she can't like... accidentally jerk into it or anything. Runs his fingers through her hair, tilting her face towards him again. Thoughtfully: ]

Who chained you up here, darling...

[hairpining]

[... She tenses up noticeably as she feels the heat -- considering everything in the Heart has Michi's stats, everything in the Heart is also weak against fire.

It takes her a moment to answer. "I live here," she says.]

[provocate]

[Oh... B) Good. Cackles a little, tightening his grip on her hair]

What a sad little life~! [Aaaand then he lets her go, stepping back... and stepping around to flank her... Pauses a second........... before shoving a foot into her side, pushing her away so he can... press the brand against her hip... Baron why.........]

[hairpining]

[OW

The chains continue to rattle as she struggles against him and them, letting out a scream that is not entirely pained but still probably unpleasant to listen to.

But aside from that, the brand takes to her skin without any problems!]

[provocate]

[Probably holds it... a tad longer then he should ljsdfklj before removing it and letting her up, though a second later his hand is in her hair again and he's bending towards her a little]

Shame. You have such a lovely voice... [Hee hee]

[hairpining]

[If she ever gets out of here she swears to god.

Save for her panting, she's quiet for a while, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Then she laughs. Hoarsely, thanks to all her screaming, but with an air of indignation - again, and again, and again, until her voice gives out.]

[provocate]

[...cackles with her??? Cackling and then outright hysterically laughing when her voice finally dies, chucking the brand across the room and reaching over to... flick the burn on her hip OMG BARON????]

[But after that he... finally picks himself back up, brushing himself off and heading towards the door]

Have a good evening, my dear~!

[hairpining]

[Having driven poor crazy cannibal even crazier, you head through the door.]