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...At least, until the black-haired boy elbows the girl, and then the girl looks back at them and clears her throat while looking away.
Sol immediately jumps and glances back at them. The black haired boy grins at him, and Sol sticks out his tongue at him. Then he looks back at Shu, with a shy smile again.]
[ Shu has to pause, both to think about his answer and to think about scolding the children, but offers up after the small gap: ]
There is no need for children to be worrying after me. If I desire a better future, I will build it with my own two hands— if someday, I can say yes, decisively, I want to have earned that answer myself.
[He goes out the door and finds himself back in the basement again! The door he just came through is fading in real time, and he'll find that the basement is... intensely cold. So much that there's frost on the same random items and furniture he saw when he first came down here.]
[He can find the way he entered the basement fairly easily! But the door is, well, completely frozen. In fact, it might as well be made of ice...? Part of the wall around it, and some of the steps, are also frozen.
If he plans to go up those steps normally, he'll have to roll 1d2 and hope he doesn't slip on the ice and fall down the stairs. Definitely unideal!
[ when no response comes, he casts about the room, finally paying attention to the items in the basement. Would there happen to be any matches, flint, anything of the like that would help thaw the place out? ]
[Nothing that convenient! There's an oil lamp, but no way to turn it on. If he looks REALLY HARD, he'll find... an old, moist and useless box of matches. Frost is bad.]
Disgruntled, Shu is going to do his best to get a grip on the wall before he walks up the stairs, hopefully it helps some because the power he has isn't much use in this situation.
[Good! He walks up the stairs and finds himself in front of the door! And now that he's looking at it more closely, he can tell that it has no lock. It's just a door, if doors were ice blue, frozen, and radiated coldness on the regular.]
[He can attempt it, but the door won't budge! It's like this door doesn't want to open by any means and, at least at the moment, it's stronger than Shu.]
[ Looks back down the stairs, and sits down to take back, sliding on them while sitting down. It's not terribly dignified and he resents that, but how else is he supposed to return? ]
[I personally believe in Shu's ability to do whatever he wants wherever he is, but the door doesn't share my opinion.
At first glance, Shu can see furniture, both covered in dusty old bedsheets and not. There are a lot of things that seem to be made of crystal on some of the old tables that make the room hard to walk in, and even some on the floor, including what looks like an ancient milk jar (full of milk) (this is probably a health hazard). There's a closed chest, the oil lamp and the ruined box of matches, moist books, clothes...]
[He'll have to insist to get it open, but the chest will open with a loud creak to reveal... toys. There are many toys in this chest, how did they all fit in here? They all look worn and... loved, like they were important to their owners at some point.
There is a light blue glow coming from something buried deep inside this chest.]
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...At least, until the black-haired boy elbows the girl, and then the girl looks back at them and clears her throat while looking away.
Sol immediately jumps and glances back at them. The black haired boy grins at him, and Sol sticks out his tongue at him. Then he looks back at Shu, with a shy smile again.]
Do you like your own present, Mister?
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There is no need for children to be worrying after me. If I desire a better future, I will build it with my own two hands— if someday, I can say yes, decisively, I want to have earned that answer myself.
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Building a future with your own two hands...
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Yes. You will find things you grasp through your own effort are far more fulfilling than things handed to you.
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nods slowly, but emphatically...!
The door is glowing more brightly now and the black-haired boy is standing up to (obviously) come pull his friend back to his side.]
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[ Straightening, to look at the door. ]
I have intruded long enough.
[ And time to go to the door ]
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furthermore, what happened?? Are Selka, the children, and the nun alright??
He'll pull his coat close around him and try to find the way he entered the basement before this, calling out]
Selka? What has occurred here?!
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If he plans to go up those steps normally, he'll have to roll 1d2 and hope he doesn't slip on the ice and fall down the stairs. Definitely unideal!
Of course, there's no reply.]
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Disgruntled, Shu is going to do his best to get a grip on the wall before he walks up the stairs, hopefully it helps some because the power he has isn't much use in this situation.
.roll 1d2, rolls a 2! ]
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Does he touch it?]
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Your Life decreases by 25. The gloves provided some protection from this, at least!
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Can he attempt to pound down the door?
Because if he can't manage that's a little unfortunate, since he's sure making an attempt ]
I am not staying locked in the basement! If there is anyone there, I demand you open up!
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Also, let me know if he needs hints, because this room is very happy to host Shu and keep him safe from harm. ("Safe" from "harm")]
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or after if he can do it from a distance, Shu probably remembered afterwards anyway ]
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Class: 3̵̒̿
Durability: 3000/3000
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now he returns to the first room to inspect it. With his eyes first, not this video game nonesense of stat windows. ]
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At first glance, Shu can see furniture, both covered in dusty old bedsheets and not. There are a lot of things that seem to be made of crystal on some of the old tables that make the room hard to walk in, and even some on the floor, including what looks like an ancient milk jar (full of milk) (this is probably a health hazard). There's a closed chest, the oil lamp and the ruined box of matches, moist books, clothes...]
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There is a light blue glow coming from something buried deep inside this chest.]
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