[It was, admittedly, a little bit silly. Her well-worn leather boots had been the only percussive accompaniment to her own thoughts as she wandered further into this dream. Or to be most precise, this nightmare. Worse, somehow, than the Hunter's Nightmare, and yet some sort of relief from it all at once.
She's not stupid. Conveniently placed foods, with conveniently placed labels are a little too good to be true, and thus it must certainly be a trap. She turns the bottle over in her hands once, twice, then picks up the cake. It at least smells good, fresh, and overbearingly sweet. That makes her trust it a little more.
It takes a bit of wandering there, back toward where she came, and then back into the room to decipher this is about the only way she can fix her situation, so down the hatch the cake goes. And oh, she regrets it almost immediately. The pain is immediate, intense, and she does scream in pain a few times, but in all honestly, it's only about as bad as when she infuses her Rakuyo with her blood.
Maria is almost surprised when she looks up and the house is large enough to enter. The key seems to work just fine. She can only walk inside. Her stomach clenches a bit in dread at going through, but she's seen and faced worse. The Healing Church and the beastly scourge it unleashed... that must have been worse than anything she'll find inside.
Don't mind your somewhat stoic companion. She has to check whomever she runs into inside over for weapons, for potential threat, and then... she doesn't smile, but her stance relaxes, at least a little.] ... How unusual. Are you trapped here, too?
[Off With Their Heads]
[She's related to Cainhurst nobility, but setting herself up on the Knight's position is all well and good with her. It's a more technical piece, and one that tends to get sent out to the front lines quickly, so she'll be fine with it. She'll even help with the strategies whenever she needs to.
Then again, the first time a pawn ends up getting its block knocked off she's put slightly more... on edge.] ... This is no ordinary chess game. Prepare yourself, friend, we may be safer just escaping.
[She's already reaching for her swords.]
[I am not myself, you see]
[The house is odd, but what is more odd is coming upon a room with lumenflowers just... sprouting out of a vase, right in the center of it. She's caught by the sight, almost immediately, and walks in toward it, delicately raising a hand to feel at the flowers. She hadn't seen any flowers here, yet. Not that she'd recognized, and not that she'd grown fond of, either.
... No, it's no matter, she quietly shakes her head, then turns back around.] I am not sure why these are here. We should move on.
Lady Maria of the We're Not in the Astral Clocktower Anymore, Toto | Bloodborne | OTA
[It was, admittedly, a little bit silly. Her well-worn leather boots had been the only percussive accompaniment to her own thoughts as she wandered further into this dream. Or to be most precise, this nightmare. Worse, somehow, than the Hunter's Nightmare, and yet some sort of relief from it all at once.
She's not stupid. Conveniently placed foods, with conveniently placed labels are a little too good to be true, and thus it must certainly be a trap. She turns the bottle over in her hands once, twice, then picks up the cake. It at least smells good, fresh, and overbearingly sweet. That makes her trust it a little more.
It takes a bit of wandering there, back toward where she came, and then back into the room to decipher this is about the only way she can fix her situation, so down the hatch the cake goes. And oh, she regrets it almost immediately. The pain is immediate, intense, and she does scream in pain a few times, but in all honestly, it's only about as bad as when she infuses her Rakuyo with her blood.
Maria is almost surprised when she looks up and the house is large enough to enter. The key seems to work just fine. She can only walk inside. Her stomach clenches a bit in dread at going through, but she's seen and faced worse. The Healing Church and the beastly scourge it unleashed... that must have been worse than anything she'll find inside.
Don't mind your somewhat stoic companion. She has to check whomever she runs into inside over for weapons, for potential threat, and then... she doesn't smile, but her stance relaxes, at least a little.] ... How unusual. Are you trapped here, too?
[Off With Their Heads]
[She's related to Cainhurst nobility, but setting herself up on the Knight's position is all well and good with her. It's a more technical piece, and one that tends to get sent out to the front lines quickly, so she'll be fine with it. She'll even help with the strategies whenever she needs to.
Then again, the first time a pawn ends up getting its block knocked off she's put slightly more... on edge.] ... This is no ordinary chess game. Prepare yourself, friend, we may be safer just escaping.
[She's already reaching for her swords.]
[I am not myself, you see]
[The house is odd, but what is more odd is coming upon a room with lumenflowers just... sprouting out of a vase, right in the center of it. She's caught by the sight, almost immediately, and walks in toward it, delicately raising a hand to feel at the flowers. She hadn't seen any flowers here, yet. Not that she'd recognized, and not that she'd grown fond of, either.
... No, it's no matter, she quietly shakes her head, then turns back around.] I am not sure why these are here. We should move on.
[Curiosity killed the Hunter, after all.]