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nevegallus) wrote2020-04-09 06:35 pm
nevegallus) wrote2020-04-09 06:35 pm
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Neve's Case Notes: The Monsters of Second Darrow
They aren’t demons, but they’re enough like them that they may as well be. Armless, faceless monstrosities that spew from gash-like mouths in their chests; large, skittering insectlike creatures (those ones are easy to kill, at least); the flying ones that seem to pretend to be wyverns; or my personal favorite, the two pairs of legs sewn onto a torso at either end.
They all sound like something the Venatori would use for their own devices.
But here’s the trick: I’m not so certain these things can be used for anything. If they have minds, they can’t be reasoned with. Whether they can be controlled or not, it isn’t for me to try. Even if I wanted to — and I don’t — they seem to largely stay in Second Darrow and I’m in First Darrow.
And I’m of no mind to make my way back any time soon.
One of these has to be responsible for the deaths during that love holiday two months ago. The same rift that brought me over can probably bring them through as well. The trouble is finding a rift before it finds you.
Perhaps the wisps? They didn’t like me the entire first day I was back. Not until I washed my clothes, at least. They’re a good enough canary, anyway. Where the wisps don’t go, maybe that’s a good place to start looking.
They all sound like something the Venatori would use for their own devices.
But here’s the trick: I’m not so certain these things can be used for anything. If they have minds, they can’t be reasoned with. Whether they can be controlled or not, it isn’t for me to try. Even if I wanted to — and I don’t — they seem to largely stay in Second Darrow and I’m in First Darrow.
One of these has to be responsible for the deaths during that love holiday two months ago. The same rift that brought me over can probably bring them through as well. The trouble is finding a rift before it finds you.
Perhaps the wisps? They didn’t like me the entire first day I was back. Not until I washed my clothes, at least. They’re a good enough canary, anyway. Where the wisps don’t go, maybe that’s a good place to start looking.