FIREBIRD'S REALM - GROUP FIVE

[dramatispersonae]

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[dramatispersonae]

When you step through the rip, you're lost. You don't know where you are, and you don't know where the others are, and you don't know where all the parts of you are in relation to each other (is there a 'where' for them to be?) All there is here is an endless bowl of white sky, over an endless field of white, leaping fire (is there room for a 'you' here? ah--)

This only lasts a moment, and you find yourself again; perhaps shaken, but whole, and somewhere more solid.

You're in a huge castle kitchen. There's plenty of tables and every cooking utensil imaginable and a woodpile, though it doesn't seem like anyone's cooked anything here in forever; no fires are lit, and no food is in sight.

There are a pair of large doors out on one side, and a flight of stairs leading up on the opposite side. There's also a narrow passageway at the back of the kitchen – you might not notice it normally. Another attention-getting fiery tear has opened up in front of it, however: you might be able to enter that, but the passage itself is blocked off.

[legitimizes]

Whoa.

[AM I ALL HERE WHAT WAS THAT.]

[dramatispersonae]

You seem to be all here.

[legitimizes]

[Handy. I seem to be with a Sapphire I guess I should take stock of options.]

[dramatispersonae]

> explore kitchen
> go in rip
> find a way to close the rip and go in the passage
> go outside
> go upstairs
> punch something

[legitimizes]

[How usable is this kitchen what if I want to bake a cake.]

[dramatispersonae]

You have so many utensils and baking pans and ovens and things . . . but there are no cake ingredients in sight.

[doesnothappen]

...huh. Firebird?

[heading for that fiery tear]

[dramatispersonae]

There's no answer . . .

It hangs in the air, white light pushing back the tangle of words and colours.

[legitimizes]

Are you going to go in?

[doesnothappen]

[nods]

Want to come?

[legitimizes]

How good are you at handling yourself?

[doesnothappen]

[shrugs]

I'm human. No powers. But I know how to use what I have.

[legitimizes]

I'll go with you then.

[doesnothappen]

[nods, braces himself for a moment, and then steps through.

clearly this isn't a terrible plan at all.]

[legitimizes]

[You seem like you know good choices this should be fun.]

[Hesitating a second. What if I find a way to close that gap and trap him in there... Oh there's no way to guarantee he'd stay trapped though. Following.]

THROUGH THE PASSAGE TEAR

[dramatispersonae]

The rip you came through has disappeared. You are standing in a round room of shining obsidian, with torches in sconces on the walls. The floor is carpeted in ash.

There's a circle of thirteen life-sized statues here, identical: young women in heavy-looking gowns with their arms outstretched. Their faces have only rudimentary features.

In the middle of the circle is a statue of a rearing serpent, ten feet high. All the statues are made of rough, dull black basalt except for the serpent's fangs, which are copper.

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[doesnothappen]

[Well I guess I am going to take out my knife and tap the serpent's fangs gently with the hilt and see if that does anything?]

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[legitimizes]

[Going to go see if he can claim a torch first.]

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[dramatispersonae]

The fangs shift slightly when tapped. A torch comes free of its sconce easily.

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[legitimizes]

[>Acquired: Torch! Coming back over to Mau, to run his fingers over the stone serpent.]

It's lovely.

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[doesnothappen]

The fangs move.

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[dramatispersonae]

It's a python, incredibly lifelike and detailed, poised to strike.

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[legitimizes]

[Kind of wants to rub his face all over it.]

Did you try pulling them out?

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[doesnothappen]

[trying that now!]