GOD
the idiot chaos blew earth’s dust away.
played by
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[nospaces] [attr="class","APwrapper"] [attr="class","APtop"] [attr="class","APicon"] [attr="class","APtri"] [attr="class","APpulse"] [attr="class","APtext"] the library’s door opens with the smack of cold and wet from outside. when nyarlathotep steps in from the rain, molly is waiting for him.[break][break]
nyarlathotep shrugs off his coat. the wool is soaked through, heavy as it drops off his shoulders and drags down his arm. a pale, long face between unsorted books, molly watches water drip steadily from its tails.[break][break]
water does not drip as easily from nyarlathotep. it dribbles, clinging and crawling across his skin rather than meeting the ground.[break][break]
“is something wrong, molly?”[break][break]
a sharp inhale before a sharper exhale of fricatives, glottals and clicks. molly dips her head behind books and her claws make no sound as they dig and pull against the hard wood for the desk. nyarlathotep nods consoling and his eyes are wide and understanding.[break][break]
molly pushes two books across the desk as nyarlathotep steps towards it. a cursory look at the first cover is all he needs before he smiles and draws them both into his arms.[break][break]
“i’ll do that right now.” it does not take long to get to the section where the books belong. nyarlathotep knows his library well. similarly, he knows when someone does not.[break][break]
“are you looking for something?”[break][break] [newclass=.APwrapper]width:350px;border:1px solid #222;background-color:#151515;[/newclass][newclass=.APtop]height:80px;background-color:#191919;[/newclass][newclass=.APtri]position:absolute;height: 0px;width: 0px;border-top: solid 40px #191919;border-left: solid 175px transparent;border-right: solid 175px transparent;z-index: 0;margin-top:-100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon img]height:90px;width:90px;border-radius:100%;position:relative;z-index:999;margin:-5px 0px 0px 0px;filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.APtext]font:500 11px/12px 'Roboto';text-align:justify;padding:50px;color:#aaa;margin-top:-25px;margin-bottom:20px;[/newclass][newclass=.APtag]display: inline-block;margin: -60px 0px 0px 50px;background-color: #181818;border:1px solid #222;padding: 8px 15px;font: 600 8px/10px 'Roboto';color: #aaa;border-radius: 5px;text-align:center;float:left;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse]margin-top:-120px;display: block;width: 120px;height: 120px;border-radius: 50%;background: #111;cursor: pointer;box-shadow: 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0,0);position:relative;z-index;999;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse:hover]animation: none;[/newclass]
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SUPPORTER
played by
oleander
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[nospaces] [attr="class","APwrapper"] [attr="class","APtop"] [attr="class","APicon"] [attr="class","APtri"] [attr="class","APpulse1"] [attr="class","APtext"] he is, in a word, lost. [break][break] not in any sort of bullshit metaphorical way, obviously, but it’s pretty much his luck that he’s ducked into the only building in orario that seems exempt from the laws of the material plane. he’s pretty sure he’s managed to go in circles three times now. [break][break] the sound of the rain is a faraway sort of sound in the oppressive hush of the library, a soft sibilant thrum beyond the walls, and it’s doing a lot to ratchet the tension higher and higher in adam’s narrow shoulders. while he’s fairly certain the cloaked figure that has been tailing him for the past hour hasn’t come inside, he’s not exactly keen to go out and check if she’s still there. [break][break] that being said, the weight in his bag seems to be getting heavier and heavier for every moment it’s not safely hidden under the floorboards at home. still, to do said check for lurking maybe-murderers or find someone who might be able to help him, he’d have to first find the exit. right now, it’s just books, books, and more books. [break][break] is this a dead end? from the ceiling it looks nowhere near a wall. what is even- [break][break] he visibly starts at the voice, turning rapidly in a flap of damp canvas coat. a curl of wet hair flops down into his eyes, leaving water droplets on the inside of his glasses. “you could say that, yeah,” he replies quickly, one hand loose-fingered on the strap of the satchel strung across his body. [break][break] “do you work here?” the guy’s general vibe kind of implies it, but most librarians don’t look like they’ve lost fights with the world’s buffest minotaur. “i was told there’s someone around here that can, uh. appraise an antique book i have, but the directions were pretty trash. i haven’t seen any bookstores here, mostly just... whorehouses.” [newclass=.APwrapper]width:350px;border:1px solid #222;background-color:#151515;[/newclass][newclass=.APtop]height:80px;background-color:#191919;[/newclass][newclass=.APtri]position:absolute;height: 0px;width: 0px;border-top: solid 40px #191919;border-left: solid 175px transparent;border-right: solid 175px transparent;z-index: 0;margin-top:-100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon img]height:90px;width:90px;border-radius:100%;position:relative;z-index:999;margin:-5px 0px 0px 0px;filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.APtext]font:500 11px/12px 'Roboto';text-align:justify;padding:50px;color:#aaa;margin-top:-25px;margin-bottom:20px;[/newclass][newclass=.APtag]display: inline-block;margin: -60px 0px 0px 50px;background-color: #181818;border:1px solid #222;padding: 8px 15px;font: 600 8px/10px 'Roboto';color: #aaa;border-radius: 5px;text-align:center;float:left;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse1]margin-top:-120px;display: block;width: 120px;height: 120px;border-radius: 50%;background: #111;cursor: pointer;box-shadow: 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0,0);position:relative;z-index;999;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse:hover]animation: none;[/newclass]
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GOD
the idiot chaos blew earth’s dust away.
played by
k8ie
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[nospaces] [attr="class","APwrapper"] [attr="class","APtop"] [attr="class","APicon"] [attr="class","APtri"] [attr="class","APpulse"] [attr="class","APtext"] slow and delicate, nyarlathotep thumbs one of the books into a gap on the upper shelves.[break][break]
“i do.” long, narrow legs fold and nyarlathotep’s height is cut in half. he crouches to reach the bottom row, his weight on the tip of his feet and his forearms rest above his knees. he cranes his neck to look up and his untied hair falls heavy over his wide shoulders. the rain has made it thick. oily.[break][break]
nyarlathotep smiles, the corner of his eyes wrinkle, and the corners of his mouth make an honest effort not to split open.[break][break]
“they make good neighbours.” nyarlathotep moves a hand to prop up his chin. he doesn’t blink. the last book stays in his other hand. he waves it languidly. “we can get someone to take a closer look. but, first…”[break][break]
“this shelf is a mess.” someone has rifled through their section on dwarven burial traditions and left chaos. one book on elven mausoleums wedged horizontally and another bulges with something still left inside it. a few others are upside down, non-alphabetical, and nyarlathotep is already pulling them out.[break][break]
“would you believe someone could leave it like this?” nyarlathotep sighs from his chest. he pats a spot on the ground close to him as he asks, “you can help me sort them, can't you?”[break][break] [newclass=.APwrapper]width:350px;border:1px solid #222;background-color:#151515;[/newclass][newclass=.APtop]height:80px;background-color:#191919;[/newclass][newclass=.APtri]position:absolute;height: 0px;width: 0px;border-top: solid 40px #191919;border-left: solid 175px transparent;border-right: solid 175px transparent;z-index: 0;margin-top:-100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon img]height:90px;width:90px;border-radius:100%;position:relative;z-index:999;margin:-5px 0px 0px 0px;filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.APtext]font:500 11px/12px 'Roboto';text-align:justify;padding:50px;color:#aaa;margin-top:-25px;margin-bottom:20px;[/newclass][newclass=.APtag]display: inline-block;margin: -60px 0px 0px 50px;background-color: #181818;border:1px solid #222;padding: 8px 15px;font: 600 8px/10px 'Roboto';color: #aaa;border-radius: 5px;text-align:center;float:left;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse]margin-top:-120px;display: block;width: 120px;height: 120px;border-radius: 50%;background: #111;cursor: pointer;box-shadow: 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0,0);position:relative;z-index;999;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse:hover]animation: none;[/newclass]
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SUPPORTER
played by
oleander
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there’s a strange sort of air from the guy, adam finds himself thinking, a sort of false stillness. is that it? he finds it difficult to put his finger on. like trying to fish a shell fragment out of a raw egg. [break][break] “i wouldn’t have guessed that, but it’s a lot quieter in here than i would’ve thought, so who knows?” he’s watching, faint confusion drawing his brows together, eyes following each movement. the easy economy of the other man’s movement is something that definitely does not echo in adam’s own body language, his constantly shifting weight and his fingertips tapping and plucking at the leather strap of his satchel. [break][break] there’s a palpable pause, an intensified moment of confusion, as he processes the not-really-a-request and weighs it for a fraction of a second. on one hand, what, and on the other, they can get someone to take a closer look. he’s looking at the pile of books growing on the floor, scanning the titles with quick eyes, and - [break][break] “the fact you have a whole section for this,” he begins, pulling the bag off his shoulder and starting to shed the damp coat, “is sort of wild, i’m not gonna lie, but i guess i get it.” the coat is folded once and dropped on the floor, away from the shelves, and he sinks to his knees in the indicated spot. “i have a friend who is super into this sort of thing, he’d go nuts in here.” [break][break] it takes a few seconds of looking at the remaining organisation of the shelf, one fingertip trailing over the tops of the out-turned spines, before he parts a couple of them with a deft movement to slide one of the removed titles into the new gap. “this must take forever if you don’t stay on it.” [newclass=.APwrapper]width:350px;border:1px solid #222;background-color:#151515;[/newclass][newclass=.APtop]height:80px;background-color:#191919;[/newclass][newclass=.APtri]position:absolute;height: 0px;width: 0px;border-top: solid 40px #191919;border-left: solid 175px transparent;border-right: solid 175px transparent;z-index: 0;margin-top:-100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass][newclass=.APicon img]height:90px;width:90px;border-radius:100%;position:relative;z-index:999;margin:-5px 0px 0px 0px;filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.APtext]font:500 11px/12px 'Roboto';text-align:justify;padding:50px;color:#aaa;margin-top:-25px;margin-bottom:20px;[/newclass][newclass=.APtag]display: inline-block;margin: -60px 0px 0px 50px;background-color: #181818;border:1px solid #222;padding: 8px 15px;font: 600 8px/10px 'Roboto';color: #aaa;border-radius: 5px;text-align:center;float:left;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse1]margin-top:-120px;display: block;width: 120px;height: 120px;border-radius: 50%;background: #111;cursor: pointer;box-shadow: 0 0 0 rgba(0,0,0,0);position:relative;z-index;999;[/newclass][newclass=.APpulse:hover]animation: none;[/newclass]
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