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Basement Bonanza Log
The House
The house is much like the rest of the housing around it. Victorian style with some side yards, an outside that's desperately in need of paint, and wild, fancy architecture. Along the side is a fenced yard containing a small kitchen garden, complete with a recently added chicken coop in the back.
The front door leads to a small foyer, whereas the side door by the garden goes straight into the kitchen. In the kitchen, there will be a number of foods available for anyone chipping in to snack on, with options for vegetarians and meat-eaters alike. (No blood, sorry vampires, but if you get peckish you might find someone willing to let you have a bite.) Shinjiro will aggressively shoo away anyone who shows up just to get food without actually contributing. It's for people who help only!!
The interior is weird, as to be expected. They've made it mostly liveable, most of the furniture in the living spaces in new, but there's still Victorian Classics such as too many patterns and portraits of strangers on the wall, and bad wallpaper in surprisingly cozy places. There's even a restroom on the ground floor, complete with fireplace by the tub. People taking a break are welcome to tool around on the ground floor, where things are markedly more normal. Any attempts to go upstairs, where the residents bedrooms are, will be dissuaded.
There's a dog to pet (Koromaru, an incredibly intelligent white shiba inu) or a Petal Wolf (Bela) or, if you want to risk a few fingers, Fie's hyena (Alfin). The hyena occasionally breaks out into mad giggles in other people's voices, occasionally parroting contextless statements in perfect mimicry of the people who live there. Scrounging around somewhere will be Louis's cat, Juniper, and then there's the coop full of chickens outside, a snapping turtle in the pond...
But you people aren't here for the relatively normal living space.
THE BASEMENT.
The air is cooler in the basement, and with that soft scent of wet stone. It's not disgusting or overwhelming, despite how locked up and sealed the area had been, and for who knows how long. More than anything else, it's just dark. They've carried a few magitech lanterns down to the foot of the stairs, at least, in initially scoping it out to try and see what's down there: and even from just stepping off the stairs, it's clear to see that this is some sort of wild magical hoarder situation.
Walls are packed with everything from displays of oddities and curiosities to books and containers of liquids, the labels long since faded and peeled, to even rusted lockboxes, worryingly rectangular and human-lengthed, each with stiff, sturdy locks. In another corner, there's more shelves cluttered and overflowing with wet specimens preserved in jars. Many are completely unidentifiable. Many are absolutely identifiable, and it's unclear which is worse. There's everything from animals to plants to fish to even pieces of monsters or humans/witches alike.
Scattered throughout, there's lumpy sheets covering what can only be assumed to be furniture, as well as household items, baubles, trinkets, books, scrolls, and just general things crammed in any and every nook and cranny that can be found. If there was any sort of organization, it was lost well before the prior owner stopped their collecting.
In one corner, there's an iron spiral staircase that just leads into the ceiling, going nowhere. A few iron Maidens and sarcophagi can be found stored away, some of them haphazardly fallen over.
It's absolute chaos of junk layered on top of junk, pinned down by even more junk. And it's clearly going to take a lot of trips up and down those stone stairs to even begin to unearth some of the wild things stashed away.
Maybe if you're lucky, you'll unearth a friend to help light your way.
The Stuff.
I've gone ahead and written up some examples for people to run wild with-- and for anything else, feel free to either make things up, OR request something in the top thread!
Some of the Major Attractions of the Basement include:
An Iron Maiden. - Unlike many others, there's no spikes visible within. In fact, it looks almost welcoming. There's a faint enchantment to it, gently pulling at the senses of whomever gets too close. It's plush, and soft inside. Doesn't it look warm? The rest of the basement is so musty and damp and cold. Surely taking a rest would be fine.
Once someone steps into it, however, the doors close shut, and the victim is forced to rewatch their most embarrassing memory. When said memory has played out, however, they are released, no worse for the wear, and immune to the Maiden's Seduction for the next several days. Good thing you're the only one who saw that memory..... right??
A helpful (if creepy) teapot. - This teapot has one job, and it will perform it. It will serve you tea. It will not stop until it has served you tea. No, it doesn't even know what tea is. It also doesn't seem to care if you have a container to hold a beverage or not. It. Will. Serve. You. Tea.
...However, who knows what liquid is actually within it. Feel free to use this skittering, crawling friend for anything. It could be as benign as incessantly following your character like an annoying and needy dog. It could be as horrifying as using force and chitinous claws to make your character ingest something. (Which could be delicious tea. Or could be anything else. Up to you!)
A speaker of secrets. - A jarringly hideous piece of taxidermy, the ravens screech the secrets of whomever touches it. Sometimes they're wrong, though. It's anyone's guess if they're yelling your deepest secrets, or if they're just making things up. Anyway, here's hoping whoever you're with doesn't just think you're using it as an excuse. (Or, if what they speak is true, hopefully people believe your excuse. Good luck carrying this thing all the way up and through the house.)
Vaguely Insulting Dishware. - What it says on the tin. The text seems to shift and change to insult you, specifically, and often times very passive aggressively.
A beautiful, floral chair - Like a flower in full bloom, this is another object that anyone nearby could find themselves magically drawn towards. It even smells soft and sweet- almost like fresh rain and honeysuckle. It's pristine looking, in comparison to all the objects around it, covered with dust and debris, and looks soft and pillowy and inviting. It's wide enough that someone could crawl onto and drape themselves across it.
At which point the petals will pull closed, enveloping them in a sweet cocoon of which they come out.... different. The effects are, as always, up to the player, as is the duration of them. (Transmutation spells are finite, of course, and the effects aren't strong enough to last more than a few days.)
A giant crystal. - It'll take a team to move this humongous chunk of rock-- Or maybe just a duo of dragon or chimera. The first person to touch it, however, will find that it is not only reflective, but it projects. The light hitting it is projected in prisms, and all take a form based on the person who touches it. This could be a warped, twisted reflection showing how one thinks of themself. It could be a projection of deepest fantasies. It could just be whatever you're thinking at the moment. Or maybe it's a mockery. Play around at your hearts content!
Potions of any and all type! - You're not the type to just drink mysterious liquids in someone's basement (Unless you are, in which case, go for it!) but so many of these are cracked and worn. It's entirely possible some of them work on contact or inhalation. The effects can be almost anything, from Alice in Wonderland style shrinking and growing, to floating or glowing or transmuting. Perhaps one is a mood enhancer! Another could be poison. And a third could make the tips of your fingers grow hair. It's a mixed bag.
Cursed jewelry of any and all types - Same thing as the potions, these can be enchanted to have effects as minor as making your hair always look perfect (though there's a smell of cod liver that won't go away--) to as major as clamping in and biting through the skin, drinking your blood to fuel its dark powers. (Said dark powers could be anything from animatronic taxidermy coming alive to mimic your every move, to a spell to charm everyone around you, to the ability to speak with termites.) Again, go wild! And if you have trouble getting that jewelry off, there's gotta be some bolt cutters somewhere around here.... right?
There is MUCH MUCH ELSE that can be found! If you would like to be assigned a random Thing, feel free to give me the general vibe of what you're wanting, and I'll come up with something crazy for you! If you would like more than one thing, THAT IS FINE TOO!
FINAL OOC NOTES
In a list format because i'm lazy:
--NO EFFECT IN THE BASEMENT CAN BE GAMEBREAKING. Mind control, dreamwalking, and memory alteration are no-go.
--The contents of the unenchanted books in the basement are mostly nonsense or boring, but you can absolutely find some sort of burn book with hot deets on (non-plot) NPCs
--Any effect will eventually wear off. The process can be expedited with a witch. It's your choice how skilled that witch needs to be.
--"But susan someone else in a previous thread already took care of the item i was gonna use!" it's magic there can be two of them. or it can teleport itself repeatedly back into the basement. i'm not going to keep track and time isn't real.
--Mark any explicit content, plzkthx.
--Let me know if your character is enough of a jerk to try going to the second floor of the house. because a witch lives here and nearly all of them are mistrustful as hell so you know that's not gonna work out. (I'll let you know exactly how, if your character would try it.)
--If you're gonna die, talk to the mods about it first. if you're gonna kill anyone then double talk to the mods about it first.
--Go wild like you graduated from crazy go nuts university
And most importantly:
--FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS! I'm available in the top comments here, though you are welcome to PM me, or shoot me a DM on discord (Soozaphone#3966), or shoot me a private plurk (
eren jaeger • attack on titan
ᴍɪɴᴇ? ᴍɪɴᴇ?
jean voice: the prompt without eren
Reaching down, he picks up the blade, using his fingers to try and push off that butterfly. It shouldn't be resting on the floor anyway. It could easily be squished like this. ]
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the butterfly flies into the offender’s face and attacks. ]
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What the hell?! Get off me. [ He was being gentle with that insect before, but now he feels perfectly justified to be rougher, hands going up to his face to swat the bug away. His other hand retains its grip on the knife, refusing to let it go. ]
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its curly little tongue uncoils to strike the assailant with violent, inoffensive tickles. look how menacing this is. just a rambunctious butterfly giving love to a friend, if seen through the eyes of the innocent. ]
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Woah there, just stop moving. You're on a quick path to ending up with like fifty curses right there.
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I can’t just stand here. What was it? [ he smells deer, in fact— deer he hasn’t seen in quite a while. despite his squint, all features seem to relax when he closes his eyes. ] Louis?
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[ He'll relinquish Eren once he believes for half a moment that he's not going to topple it over. Louis doesn't want their basement to be ground zero for something terrible. ]
Yes.
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[ the answer is unfortunately everything. ]
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[ It's the most simple way to describe it. He reaches up to start tugging on the chains to try and separate Eren's hair from it. It really is the red deer that you think it is, Eren. ]
It has been awhile, but this is my house so I'm hoping to make sure no one loses a limb in here or has to be sent for medical attention.
[ He has his fingers moving over the tangles. ]
It's pretty bad.
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I don’t care you you have to cut some of it.
[ honestly— he’s had it grow this long because he didn’t care what people thought of his appearance in the first place. some weird spots are alright. ]
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[ Well, alright. If you insist, Eren. Louis is fine doing it; however -- ]
Are you sure about that? I'm sure it'll be really bad and you may regret it afterwards.
[ He's already getting out a pocket knife, though. ]
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[ meaning: it’s fine. he does the same with limbs and he does it himself! hair shouldn’t be a problem (and, it might be so bad that some witch will take pity and grow it back for him).
but even blinded, he knows the sound and taste an unsheathed blade has, the ear closest to it giving an interested flick. ]
How big is the knife?
Memory Globe made of horses
No it was more what he was seeing that made him do a double, neigh ...triple take.
What was he looking at, really?]
🐴 🔥😱💦
right into a half suspended barrel of water, being warmed by wood and a low, controlled fire. the younger eren’s shivering in the barrel quickly subsides when enveloped in warmth and rising steam. and so he sighs out, sinks himself in fully and emerges to exhale and enjoy the few minutes of calm he could take.
except another boy with a rather long horse face sneaks under eren’s sights. he snatches the clothes hanging on the tree, and with a devilish grin, begins adding more fire to the logs.
ah . . . ]
That bastard.
[ but the older, much more reptilian version of the boy about to get cooked didn’t exactly sound bitter. it almost looked like he could smile if given the extra push, but straightens his lips. ]
🌲💥🧺👖
Yet it seems to be content with it. A clawed hand runs under his chin since he should assume either possibility.]
A friend?
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the memory continues, and the water gets hot, just as eren is about to reach for a sponge to clean himself off. why was it so hot? why? it was actually getting really hot— gripping the edge of the barrel and looking out, his face begins to burn as red as the rest of his submerged body. jean!! you horse-faced son of a— jean cackles as he makes a run for it, leaving eren to struggle to get out of his barrel . . . and belly flop body first into the snow with a scream. ] but, yeah. An old friend.
butterfly knives and uno reverse cards
[ IT SMELLS LIKE EREN AROUND HERE... But there's no Eren in sight! What a head-scratcher. Soren wears open bewilderment on his face as he glances about looking for the other dragon, calling out to him in a manner unlike him. Then he sees his poncho lying on the ground and gasps, bringing his hand to his face and blushing a little bit at the thought. ]
Does that mean he's... running around naked?
[ THEN HE GASPS AGAIN, unable to hold onto more than one thought at a time. There's something really wrong with Soren. He seems like a complete ditz. ]
A butterfly!? Oh, my... You're so pretty!
[ He skitters over and stoops down to hold his palms out in front of it, his voice and the lines on his face suffuse with worried compassion. ]
What are you doing down here? You're going to be stepped on if you're not careful... [ Then, he laughs. ] You really like that knife, don't you?
et tu, angela?
yes, i’d like to speak with soren ]
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Had Soren not been cursed, he might have had the brainpower necessary to make connections between the poncho and the suspicious coloration of the butterfly, and the fact that this basement is loaded with magical booby trap items that could make his insect transformation possible. But he's not thinking about that all, if he's even thinking all that much in the first place. He coerces him up the rest of the way onto his hand by prodding the back of his abdomen and sliding his palm beneath him. ]
There you go... [ He rises up to full height, smiling warmly at the erenfly he just "saved" and speaking to him in a sweet voice Eren has never heard on him, excitement leaking out. ] I should show you to Eren, wherever he went. [ And in a whisper... ] Your wing scales are almost as stunning as his dragon scales!
[ durrrrrrrr ]
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an even greater nightmare when all erenfly could do is harmlessly fold and unfold his wings, attempt a crawl to the edge of the other dragon's hand and make a leap of faith—?! hell, he could just fly. and fly he does! flutter, gracefully even, around soren's head and hovering above his face. it all would've been beautiful. a fairy tale that tells of a gentle dragon and his new insect friend. something to tell the kids. until
the butterfly is no more, and not even a sound would signal the rapid and massive transformation of butterfly to full sized. nude. eren. falling sloppily onto nightmare-fuel soren's lap. ]
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because he was starting to think he smelled so good that he'd like to have a taste. In other words, Eren would have gotten a taste of his own medicine. What happens INSTEAD is that right at the moment Soren had been tracking the erenfly's circuit around his head and shoves his secretly long tongue out to mlem the delicious-smelling insect, the butterfly disappears and now Soren is crushed in the midst of trying to lick Eren's naked body. ]
Oof! Oh, ow, I bit my tongue! Whath going on? Eren? [ He holds his mouth and lifts his upper body off the ground, then gasps when he discovers the other dragon atop him. ] Whoa! There you are! Jeez... Jumping me like that, wearing absolutely nothing? [ He grins coyly, tilting his head, thinking he looks cute. ] What's gotten into you?
[ This unnatural airhead is getting some off-color ideas. That is, until he remembers something far more pressing than Eren's weight. A look of horror dawns upon him, and he begins to glance frantically about their immediate area. ]
The butterfly! Oh, no! I think we crushed it!
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with one hand snatching for the butterfly knife to keep by his side, eren shifts to be on his own ground, his other hand grabbing for the space between the other's face and his ears, sounding with a brute clap that isn't so much a smack, but. the way he takes hold of the impostor isn't quite gentle. the dragon jostles him sideways, then the other side, then tilting his head up to expose his neck and smell that, uncaring if he's bunched some of soren's hair into his grasp; his tongue flicks, and his brows crease in ways he wish it didn't have to. it wasn't "where's soren", it was— ]
What did this to you?
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What do you mean? I feel fine! Great, even. If there was something wrong with me, it was probably how I acted my whole entire life. But I read a book that made me want to turn over a whole new leaf, and now I'm a brand new Soren! So don't worry about me, Eren! [ He makes a swipe for his hair to tug him down closer to his level. ] I just want to play right now.
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With someone else.
[ one that soren might be thankful for at some point, or not, but that wasn’t soren. that was cursed soren, and eren did not like cursed soren. with that said, and done— he’s picking up his poncho and dressing it as he walks, knife still protected by the curls of his fingers. ]
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