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Jacobscape

Jacob: -Sighs- "Well, this ought to be fun." -He snaps the stem of a crystal xeranthemum, pockets it, and walks through the door again- "I just pray this time I have pants."

Psyscape

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The land is serene. Too serene. Snow appears to drift delicately, but when it's touched, it's brittle and ashen. The air feels stale, dry, quiet. It is cold, just cold enough to be chilling. Jacob feels as if he can barely hear something, but as he tries to locate it, it vanishes. Even his footsteps are abnormally silent. His heartbeat is abnormally silent. His breaths are abnormally silent. Is he even breathing? It feels like it hurts to do so.

Ruins

-After waving goodbye to Napstablook, Iggy continues on only to find herself in a room filled with cobwebs!-

Signpost:Spider Bake Sale! All proceeds go to real spiders!

7g-Spider Donut
11g=Spider Cider

Iggy:Ooooh~

-A lil Spinerak waves next to a web-

Smolnerak:<Money goes here please! =s>

-Giggling, Iggy places 7g that she found lying around in a web, causing some spidermon to give her a smol doughnut.-

<Thank you! Come again~.>

Iggy:You're welcome~

-She continues on her way-

Psyscape

Jacob: -He rubs some of the "snow" between his fingertips- "... Hm. This place is dead. Peaceful but only insofar as sterile landscapes like this go. ..."

"I think I should get out of here quickly."

"... And ideally find someone else so I stop thinking aloud."

"... Dammit I hate it that I do this when it's quiet."

-He looks around for any notable feature in the landscape to head towards-

Ah... the air here. It hurts to breathe. However since this is merely a metaphysical projection of myself within the mental landscape of either myself or someone or something else, I should be fine not breathing.

...

Why do I need to breathe.

I dislike this place.

Psyscape

Statues litter the wasteland, ashen remains of friends both past and future. There is a chalky substance coating them. Paradoxically, they're both memorials to stand the test of time and as fragile as a wasted moment. This place is wrong. Very wrong.

In the distance, there is what appears to be a waterfall.

Psyscape

Jacob: "..."

"You're really trying to sell the whole "everyone I know and love will die" thing, huh?"

-His voice is confident, but it's mostly to talk over the deafening silence-

-He shudders at the physical contradiction these represent, and moves on towards the waterfall-

   Palace of Shadow   

-Vivian has probably been revived and recovered by now. Let's just say she has.-

Vivian: <That doesn't mean we'll let you take away everything everyone else cares about...>

-She uses Flamethrower on one of the X-shaped machines-

RELEVANT POST HERE.

Mariascape

The tall stranger shrugs.

???: It's a real pickle, isn't it? I could tell you, but, well, that'd be telling. Why don't you start over... here!

He shoves her, and Maria begins to fall.

Psychescape-Maria, a while back

Maria:Eep!

-Maria falls-

Mariascape

As Maria falls, she can feel the air grow damp, humid, hot. The white void doesn't end though.

Not for hours.

Hours of falling with nothing but silence and wet heat.

Psyscape

Once he reaches the... waterfall, he realizes it's not water at all, but instead the same chalky substance covering the statues and ground. Try to climb looks impossible, grabbing the cliff face only causes it to break apart at his touch. Behind the blighted cataract, there is a cave.

Psyscape

Jacob: "... Hm."

Interesting. Let's see how far this goes. What will I find this time...?

-He walks into the cave, quickly abandoning the idea of escape by climbing-

-He brushes his fingers off on the hem of his robe-

Psyscape

The walls practically hum with power, the first bit of sound since entering. Crude drawings in a strange ichor cover the walls. They depict large... things ravaging the wastes. These drawings are innately disturbing.

At the end of the cave is a large clearing. In this clearing is a solitary crystal, massive, pulsating with power beyond the ken of the sane and Arceus-fearing. Jutting out from the walls are large octahedrons covered in runes.

This room once held beings of unquestionable authority. And worse, their jailors.

Faaaaalling

Maria:Ugh...what's...this feeling...

-C Oughs, pulling at her collar-

Psyscape

Jacob: "..." -He gives the depictions a passing glance before pushing forward-

"... How interesting." -He mutters as he approaches the large crystal-

"... Such immense power."

Nothing I could ever hope to control...

-He looks at the runed octahedra- "... I wonder... what was contained in here, and why?"

-He traces his finger along the patterns-

And is there any way I can use it?

Ruins

-Iggy receives a phone call!-

Iggy:Hello?

Toriel:<Hello, this is Toriel!>

<For no particular reason, do you prefer cinnamon or butterscotch?>

Iggy:Butterscotch!

Toriel:<Oh, I see. Thank you very much!>

-Click...-

-Iggy takes a single step-

-Ring!-

Iggy:Ms. Toriel?

Toriel:<You do not dislike cinnamon, do you? I know what your preference is, but...>

<Would you turn up your nose if you found it on your plate?>

Iggy:Of course not!

Toriel:<Right, right, I understand. Thank you for being patient by the way>

-Click-

-Ring!-

Iggy:Yes?

Toriel:<You do not have any allergies, do you?>

Iggy:Why are you...

Toriel:<No reason...no reason at all!>

-Click.-

Iggy:Hm.

-Goes back to puzzles-

RELEVANT POST HERE.

Daydrescape

The case creaks open with a sound like a dying empire.

Inside, the skull's one blue eye twinkles invitingly.

Whatever kind of leather this thing is bound in, its certainly not a creature seen in the waking world.

Mariascape

Suddenly, all sense of motion stops.

The white dissolves away, leaving Maria in the middle of a jungle. Subtle and strange noises surround her, beings of twisted dreams and sweet nightmares, just out of sight in the bushes.

Jungle?

Maria:H-Huh?

-Looks around-

uuuugh, this place is weeeeeird!

-Ties to find a path or something-

NI HQ

-after a long day of Neo-Illusioning as hard as they could, Juliet and Kirsten have settled in. Juliet is drawing still life of a bowl of flowers, and Kirsten is fast asleep-

-until, very suddenly, she isn't-

Kirsten: I FORGOT LOUIS ARMSTRONG.

-she sits right up in bed, wide-eyed. Juliet's hand goes all over the paper in surprise before whipping her head around-

Juliet: What the-?

Kirsten: There was this tiny adorable little girl at the music store the other day and she wanted to learn the trumpet and since that's mostly a jazz thing I mean classical uses it too but you don't see too many people wanting to be the next Frank Kaderabek so I told her that the three main jazz trumpeters she should concern her with are Miles Davis and Dizzy Gillespie and Chet Baker and I forgot Louis Armstrong!

Juliet: ...huh?

Kirsten: What do you mean, huh? Now that little girl's going to think that Chet Baker's more important to jazz than the guy who basically invented what it means to be a jazz trumpeter!

Juliet: ...or she'll look up their influences and see him?

Kirsten: ...or that, yeah.

...

-flomps back to sleep. Juliet sighs, tears the page out of her sketchbook and tries again-

Psyscape

A large Reshiram, easily a couple stories tall, and drained of all pallor floats in. The dragon is clearly ancient, and while definitely powerful, it is not of the mindbreaking power that the crystal promises. It looks at Jacob, curious, like one would examine an interesting insect.

Ugin: "You are in the wrong place, small human mage. You should leave before you get yourself hurt."

Daydreamscape

"...Well that was quite a noise."

After a bit of a mental debate, she picks up the book and opens it.

edited 6th Dec '15 3:55:53 PM by Daydre

Psyscape

Jacob: -Looks up at the large spectral Reshiram, eyes holding respect for its power but no fear of it- "Perhaps. Perhaps not. Who here would harm me? I pose no threat to you, so I see no cause for you to wish to harm me."

Psyscape

Ugin raises his eyes to the crystal. "This is a place of power, of eldritch magics. Magics that I have spent millenia studying. Magics that I have absorbed, transcended, and rejected. Magics far beyond the ken of your entire species. Staying here too long is damaging to the very mind itself."

Dayedrescape

The eye projects a little screen!

Mariascape

There is a tiny, barely visible path through the underbrush.

Maria gets the feeling she should be hurrying down it. And that staying still in general is a    bad idea   .

Psychescape, Maria

Maria:...meep.

-Begins to run down the path-