Connection with Yves

RINGING...

> You hear the window open.
Convalescent.. great timing.

> You examine the room preemptively, knowing the drill by now.

> You are in a large hall. An ethereal looking hall, one with strangely ornate gothic architecture. You find it rather odd that all of this could be within one old, rotting house on the edge of town, but you've certainly seen stranger during your time living in Sparks.
> You are holding a sword. One you forged yourself, as you took a liking to blacksmithing at a rather young age. Of course, you're not perfect at it, but this is the blade you're proudest of.
> The air is thin, the atmosphere is cold and foggy. You cannot see very far. It's dead silent.

> You smile and examine the sword.

> It's 73 inches of tamahagane, with a beautiful curved edge that will slice your haters clean in half. The handle is bedazzled in pink rhinestones and has some little charms hanging off the end.

You like it? Thought you'd seen it before. Guess not.

I was thinking the same. Gotta try to keep quiet though, okay?

> You start moseying on down the hall, making sure your steps are as quiet as can be in your clunky boots.

It's been a second, hasn't it? As I recall, a week. I've missed our conversations.

...?

> Your eyes light up, stopping in your tracks.

Ohohoho. Ohohohohoho.... could it be..? Could it be the rumored, "first conversation"? Ohhhh my god, this's got me all excited now, ehehe.. Okayyyy...
Why don't we play a game, then?

Sort of ^^ Basically, I want'cha to guess who I am by the end of our conversation, going solely off of environmental factors. Capiche?

> You giggle, continuing to walk down the hall.
> A loud crash is heard from above, but upon looking up, the hall is still in-tact. Nothing to worry about quite yet.

Damn place gives me the jeebies..
Detective Fa͜͡ux[PRD]
 — 8:17 PM
how'd you find yourself in this place to begin with, hm? :PPalNoted~1:

Party upstairs. D'cided to wander around after smoking with Cass, and shit went crazy. Ran a bit, now I'm down here.

> You chuckle to yourself, hoping silently that Cassidy is still alive.

> Someone took their notes.

Place ended up being fucking massive. Rumors were true, place is HELLA haunted! Just... in a weird way.

> You huff, wishing you were at home. This is no way to spend your halloween.

Was lookin' to get the hell out of here, but... y'know. Ended up getting lost in here. Like I said, this house is Hella Haunted. Old Reeds House, ever hear the name b'fore?
Shit went crazy, as in, someone started attacking people. I'm just... still trying to figure out who started it. It was like, all out carnage. Just a fuckin' bloodbath.

> You sigh, gripping your crucifix. Another crash, a door slamming. Screams. Familiar screams.
Detective Fa͜͡ux[PRD]
 — 8:33 PM
So from your perspective, it seems like we've met last Friday for you too.
Tell me, was that the only time we've met with you before today?
When was your first experience with us? Curious to see what we may have discussed before :KaLLiEThinking:

We've had a couple conversations here and there.. think our first one was late in the summer- hang on

> Your phone is ringing. Your ringtone is Vacation Bible School by Ayesha Erotica- matches your pink bedazzled phone case and your pink bedazzled sword handle.
> It's an unknown number. Who cares. You pick up just to hush the noise.


Hello?
[????]: Do you like scary movies?~


> The caller giggles, turning into an unroarious cackle. The voice sounds familiar. You hang up.

Urgh.

> You nod, smiling softly as you walk.

You got it. See? Wasn't too hard, ehe.

> You hear something move far away. The fog has begun shifting hue.

> And you notice your phone dripping a viscous red-black liquid from the speaker.

...Shit.
Detective Fa͜͡ux[PRD]
 — 8:51 PM
Might be a good idea to toss out any electronics you have on your person.
We've seen some get a little,, unnaturally explosive lately.

Yup.. trust me, I've seen it too. Just.. not the gooey shit.

> You turn and toss it to the side, the fog deepening in color. A gross, heavy crimson layering itself over your vision.

> ...
> Clack, clack, clack...

Wh..?

> You stand alert, your grip tight on your blade.
> Clackclackclackclackclack

> If only you could tell where those footsteps were-



> CRACK!

AGH!!-

> You turn, quickly whipping your sword around to slice the culprit. Unfortunately, you only manage a flesh wound as she sidesteps.
> Faith Valencia, wearing that slutty outfit Lily bought her and... a mask. A white, porcelain mask with rosey cheeks, long eyelashes, red lips, and a crown of pink azaleas.

aahh--
> She whines, touching the wound before going back to slam the pink phone receiver into your skull again.

Ffuck that-

> You swing your blade into her side again, harder this time. She whimpers and starts to fold, but as you step back she lunges towards you.


yyou're hurting me, yves- stop it, stop hurting me..!!

> She screams, tears dripping out of her mask as she brings you to the ground, tugging on your hair. You punch and kick at her.

stop, stop, please-

> She whimpers as you topple her over, incidentally cutting her with your blade.
> You start running.

Like I said, I don't know, it was *everyone*

> You huff. You hear Faith getting up, but she's much too exhausted to run. You hope, regretfully, she will bleed out and die there.
> A low rumble echos from ahead. It's too dangerous to go back.

> You nod, pressing forward. You keep a stable grip on your blade's handle, making sure to not let your guard down.

> As you walk, the hall seems to grow... generally more red. The fog becomes a soft bluish hue, contrasting the red and black architecture.


[DUSK]: Beating up a girl and leaving her for dead? Tsk tsk tsk, Yves! And here I thought you Sun pieces were supposed to be, oh I dunno, lil goodie two-shoeses?
> Her low growl-chuckle echos throughout the hall as you continue. You don't stop for a second.

Where's Lily?

[DUSK]: Ah-ah!~ You know it's rude to kiss and tell, sunshine.

Right. I'm sure she's already halfway across town to the maze right now.

[DUSK]: Snitches get stitches~

I thought game masters didn't side with 000?

[DUSK]: Ahahaha!~ I'm sure most don't. Hell, I know Rainey doesn't and we're on the same team. But that just means while I have all the fun with you cuties, he can play clean-up...

Like you're doing for Lily right now?


> The Prince of the Fifth Layer emerges, her dark skin cracked and bleeding a pinkish-red blood.


Looks like you weren't spared from the skirmish either, Cat.

[DUSK]: No one was.

> You run forwards, swinging your blade into her shoulder. It cracks like porcelain, the skin chipping off like paint to reveal a pulsating, slightly translucent pinkish-red flesh underneath.

[DUSK]: Oh come on.

> She giggles, standing steady and smiling softly. Her fangs are nothing to scoff at.
> She manages to push you away somehow, without even touching you. You feel something brush past your leg.

Wh-

> Thick black vines with thorns have covered the floor beneath you. You grunt, swinging and slashing at the demon, slowly chipping away at her voluptuous form.
> You manage to get close enough to shove her to the ground.
> You start stabbing her.
> Again. And again. And again.

> Her flesh chips, splinters. She cackles, scratching at you as you kill her.

> Who knew she could scratch that deep.

Nah.

> You huff, falling to your knees over her corpse.

Nothing left to do.
Been a fun one, though.
If there's a next time, I hope to see you there.
But, no offense, I kind of hope there isn't. It gets tiring.

Sorry about this.

> You lay down, face touching Catherine's. You bring your blade to your neck, and plunge it into the chip.


PLAYER 011 HAS BEEN ELIMINATED FOR BREAKING RULE #1.

DIAL TONE.