side: heaven

[idolpro]

[ When you next open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a hallway of stained glass windows; the door behind you closes completely shut before disappearing, you in a corridor that leads to nowhere. You're stranded, here . . . wherever you are . . . ?

The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.

There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]

Comments

Re: LEFT HAND OF THE FATHER

[unbr8kable]

Why didn't you get a mini blowtorch? They're in the shop.

Re: LEFT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[And then all the candles lit up. Blowtorches can come later.]

[syckophant]

[Hey that's. Awful. This is all awful.

...Wonder if Asmodeus would be mad if he attempted to burn heaven down. He only debates that for a moment before looking over to the other two. Well Eichi isn't fuckin touching the barrels in a room that feels like it's on fire if it smells like oil.]

Hey, you want to put those out? This whole place could go up. These things are filled with oil.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Whoa, for real?

[He leaves off fussing with the carvings and comes over to look - hesitates, and then dips his fingers in.]

[syckophant]

...You really shouldn't stick your hands into strange things....

[crossmyheartandhope]

It's probly fine.

[idolpro]

[ cool I'm so glad that you just love to burn the fuck out of yourself. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[YELPS, and snatches it back.]

[Ow. Ow. Ow. Wiping it right the hell off on his pant leg.]

[idolpro]

[ I hope you are happy with yourself. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Okay, but the real question here is, does it burn like fire does? Or does it burn like holy water?]

[idolpro]

[ It burns like..................... holy fire. ]

[unbr8kable]

[has anyone ever told you you are bad at looking with your eyes and not your hands]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Couple times, yeah.]

[Please hold while he digs the a flask out of his super hero belt pouch and unscrews it, dipping it gingerly into the oil without, hopefully, getting any more on his fingers.]

[idolpro]

[ Now you have some oil!! ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oil get!!! Now he can... anoint... things...???]

[Tucking the flask back away, and carrying on exploring the room. Time to go check out the stained glass. What's up with Tokyo-F in this thing?]

[idolpro]

[ The closer you look, the more it looks like the shapes in the stained glass are . . . moving? You can see like, little dots that move around, and the details of the tree leaves shift and sway as if with the wind. ]

[unbr8kable]

[What happens if you knock on the glass? Nem does so, fairly hard]

[idolpro]

[ any image in particular? ]

[unbr8kable]

[Taps on the dorm, since it's most likely to have some of those little dots swarming around it, yes?]

[idolpro]

[ the dorms themselves light up, and words pull from the building; they're somehow readable to you, though in the sense that it feels like your eyes have replaced the words: ]

TRANSGRESSOR

[unbr8kable]

Ah--

[Frowns, pulls back--taps on the park instead, just to see]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He touches his finger to the tip of the game tower, gentle, and traces the lines of it.]

[idolpro]

[ the tower itself lights up, and words pull from the game tower; they're somehow readable to you, though in the sense that it feels like your eyes have replaced the words: ]

TRANSGRESSOR

[crossmyheartandhope]

...uh. Sorry.

We're, uh. We're looking for someone. We don't really wanna be transgressing, but. It's kinda important?

[idolpro]

[ it's not like, talking back to you or anything. ]