pc: marcoh

[sacredpath]

Comments

saturday 0

[sacredpath]

[a little after the locations are revealed, shadowheart can be found in the church. she's changed into a change of clothes, and she clearly thinks she's alone. she's got a glass with her that seems like it came from the bar, and she's standing on one of the pews, inspecting one of the axolotl windows up close carefully, running a finger along the glass.

and then she appears to be startled when someone comes in after her.]

Ah, hello! I was just looking for someplace to be alone with my thoughts for a moment.

[boxcar]

[ He walks in and everything is so much here. It's cute as hell though. Why can't his god be the Salmonsnake. ]

Oh -- sorry. I can leave if you wanted the place to yourself.

[sacredpath]

That's alright. I found myself distracted from such thoughts upon finding that this was a church to a salamander.

[is it cute...]

week 0; monday

[sacredpath]

[let's use the new locations so this is out near the entrance to the lighthouse, but shadowheart has stopped her exploring around when she's suddenly been overcome by affection week. she hears a chirping sound from a bush as the owlbear cub comes trundling back out from whatever pile of trash it was rooting around, some french fries in his mouth.

and shadowheart instantly starts talking to him in a baby voice]

There you are! Getting into trouble, are you? Don't get me kicked out of here, please.

[she will also throw her arms around his fluffy neck and start petting his feathers while she continues to baby voice at him.]

[boxcar]

[ He walks into this and he does not feel any semblance of feeling like he walked into anything he should not see. This is respectable behaviour. She's right. ]

What is that?

week 1; friday

[sacredpath]

[voids you voids you voids you.]

I wish I could say I wasn't expecting this.

[but she still looks troubled and a bit frustrated, purplish black smoke starting to gather under her skin in response. she looks at him.]

How are you feeling?

[boxcar]

[ WEEE ]

I was hoping I wouldn't have to expect to.

[ He wasn't paranoid about getting locked in but after they did? ]

w2 monday

[boxcar]

[ We're somewhere in Oz, doing the standard exploration type stuff. I'm thinking somewhere closer to the House of Cards but I'm not picky.

Marcoh is looking at all this like it's out of his paygrade. Not necessarily in a bad way but it's all a lot happening. ]

It's like a totally different dimension.

[sacredpath]

It's beautiful. I love it here.

[she sounds... totally sincere? she's smiling, looking around. the cards are fine with her. there's just something about the chaos of it all, how unsettling but aesthetically beautiful it all is.]

w2 sunday

[boxcar]

[ Another week another SUCKS TO BE HERE. Marcoh is in the Church, but like, in the back and in a corner. Would be easily missable if he wasn't a giant brick of a guy.

It's normal to go to church on a Sunday right? So. Not that he looks like he's really doing much than just sitting there staring hard at the altar up front (I am ASSUMING there is an altar up front). ]

[sacredpath]

[its not normal to go to the church on a sunday night but ive somehow been forced to be here... she walks in... ]

I think I left something in here yester - oh, Marcoh.

week 3; monday

[sacredpath]

[welcome to the memory zone... i'm throwing us right into it. she opens a door and they appear in the funhouse.

(you can watch this video for visuals / atmosphere if you like).

The memory is unfocused, hazy around the edges, something that happened long ago and is half forgotten, as though some of the glass on the funhouse mirrors is fogged or hazy. Maybe if you explore down a particular path, more will come to light, but for now, you follow.

A little girl wanders the forest, lost and fearful. It’s a cool night, not cold, but enough to shiver from the wind. It is pitch black except for the full, bright moon overhead, but the trees here loom impossibly tall overhead, nearly blocking out the light. She’s obviously worried, but not afraid. She keeps looking up at the sky, checking the position of the moon, taking a certain direction. She chews her lip and looks uncertain with herself, and she’s cut and bloodied her face from a branch, but she keeps wandering.

There’s no way to tell why this child is lost here, whether she’s been abandoned or left here on purpose or if there’s some other reason. There are a few branching side paths that maybe reflect thoughts, memories of earlier that night, of the reason, but Shadowheart - the real Shadowheart beside you - doesn’t choose to look that way, as she suddenly freezes in complete terror.

Bounding out from the woods is a large wolf. Impossibly large, really, imagined here the way it looked to the child it was looming over, much bigger and fiercer than her. The child is frozen as well. The wolf’s golden eyes are trained on her, fierce and dangerous, its teeth bared. As it pads slowly towards her, its ears press back and its tail swishes back and forth. Not even the posture of an animal hunting prey, but an animal itching for a fight, making itself an obvious threat.

Tears are rolling down the girl’s cheeks and she stumbles backwards, trembling. But then she realizes, behind her, is a woman in a mask, who puts a gentle hand on her shoulder.

And then there’s a path out of this section of mirrors, and a feeling like you must take it, you must leave this memory, because the only other direction to turn is down a dark, dark corridor and everything is telling you that you don’t want to go that way. Whatever memories continue on in that direction, they're hidden, and perhaps they should remain hidden. But Shadowheart is still frozen from fear at the sight of the wolf, so she has not yet left this memory behind.]

[boxcar]

[ Marcoh senses he is going to get tired real quick of constantly running into mazes the entire week long. Even more of the strange feeling of not knowing whether he should be treading on these things he's seeing, especially with how the people beside him react.

He remembers that girl from the other day, small and scared. He promised he'd protect her from it, which would usually mean that he would just outright punch a mirror the wolf is reflected in and break it, but apparently that might cause Shadowheart to kind of forget that memory so that's really up to you . . .

Either way, he thinks maybe it's best they don't linger. ]

Shadowheart.

[ A little louder and firmer than how he usually speaks -- your attention. ]

w4 thursday

[boxcar]

[ Hey he is checking in if he can!!! Shadowheart!!! ]

[sacredpath]

[hopital

she's laid up in here. she's been bandaged. there's an ugly bruise blooming on her face as well as some scrapes and she is not very mobile, but here she is. the emotional state is pretty bad, though. just confusion and distress and a sense of a self-protective guardedness that is firmly back in place, where it had been lifted away easily earlier this week.]

Hello, Marcoh. Come to check on me? How sweet.

w4 sunday

[boxcar]

[ Hey Shadowheart... how are you. Voids us. Marcoh's vibe is muted but he's just standing somewhere backreading the Chipper because he was told he should. ]

[sacredpath]

Hello, Marcoh.

[her feelings are muted, too.]

Enjoying the gossip?

week 5; wednesday

[sacredpath]

[after movie night, she can be found still hanging around the tavern.]

Marcoh? You were late, weren't you? Big plans?

[boxcar]

I was busy, yeah. And I'm going to be busy afterwards too.

[ He's probably helping clean up. He's a good boy. Also why were there so many tears shed today over movies... we don't even cry that much over corpses. ]

w6 monday

[boxcar]

[ New week? No problem... Marcoh is only around some time in either the late morning or past noon. He's usually on a jog in the Neighbourhood first thing in the morning with Lucas and Saber but we all know how that shit went!

So.

At least he has the willpower to eat, because he's having a sandwich. He does somewhat nod to Shadowheart when she comes by... ]

[sacredpath]

[nodding at marcoh back, coming over to him.]

...Marcoh. How are you?

[this was a bad weekend, obviously. and her thoughts are reflecting that, vague concern.]

w7 monday

[boxcar]

[ Why are all the locations bad now. After deda return Marcoh is quietly somewhere in the Neighbourhood. He's trying to mind his own business, somewhat, keeping a polite sort of distance from folks. If they want to approach him, that's fine, but he doesn't seem to be actively hunting down anyone much.

Getting some water maybe... it's been a rough several days. ]

[sacredpath]

[yeah the neighborhood is the only place that isn't shit.]

...Marcoh. [nodding at him. it's a bit awkward.] Everyone is back. A relief to see them, yes?

week 7; saturday

[sacredpath]

[our beach is back! our beautiful beach. she has showered and changed out of whatever hideous outfit i forced her to be in and is instead wearing something simple and comfortable and sitting out on the beach.]

[boxcar]

[ Their beach ... Marcoh is also back to basics instead of being partially Orville Peck. ]

Having a last bit of gazing before you tire in for the night?