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poly_chromatic2012-05-12 04:57 pm
misterblackbird) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-05-12 04:57 pm
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Entry 563; Day 1240
[Video Post]
[Blink--! And crash, clatter, drop: the device immediately falls to the floor--polished black marble, shining and slick and dark. There is the sound of a breath caught short--almost a gasp, but not quite. Let the image settle (much as it will), let the breaks and static dissipate (it all will). Now, take a look:
A great hall, almost like a church with all its vaults and arches, but made of wood where it should be made of stone. And dark wood, shining, like a great vaulted cabinet. The floor is black marble (recall) but patterned in labyrinths and geometric circles in red and gold. A church, a cathedral, a palace. It is equal parts house as it is chapel (or so the gold candelabras and urns of flowers placed on altars that are as much table as they are altar would suggest).
There are windows beyond, somewhere, or so the light would suggest. But it's a dark light, like the light of a storm at dawn.
There is the sound of breathing which, slowly slowly, draws closer. A hand passes before the camera, the device is picked up. Ah--so that is Cain there.
He holds the device unthinkingly. It sees what he sees, though he does not intend it.
But it is in this moment that one can see what has stopped him short and now lies before him: a great circle of that same polished wood set into the floor before him, carved in patterns and signs which do not ever entirely become clear--more geometric patterning or scenes of Cain and Abel or arcane pentacles? It's not clear. But it's only a cover for what's below it. It is a staircase descending through the floor, spiraling away from sight and down underground, braced up with brass railings, and each level and step made from more of that dark polished wood. But there are no stairs here. Instead, there is the shape of a keyhole cut into each layer of this spiral, aligned so that one can peer down from layer to layer, like a staircase made backwards, somehow.
Beyond him then, as he stands over this inside out and backwards staircase, then one can see the sky through high windows which ought to be stained glass but which are, instead, the clear plate glass seen in some many of the City's buildings. And through them there is, indeed, a storm--but one seen as though this church or cathedral or mansion or palace is up in the clouds themselves. There is a dark ocean below and a storm at dawn all around this place. The lightning falls from behind the clouds in drops like sparks from fireworks or molten metal. The clouds are gray and black and ragged, the dawn is red.
Cain pays this no mind. He looks towards the keyhole stairs and breathes a word:]
Merry...
[If he starts to climb those stairs, he knows the whole contraption, all those brass railings and all those wires will contract and spin the whole of it--and him--down to the depths and his real destination at the bottom of those stairs. And while he knows he must descend, he does not want to nor does he want this contraption to drive him down against his will. Because, down at the bottom, there are monsters and evil beyond his own imagining--things he knows he must face, and yet...
So he hesitates with one foot at the edge of that polished circle while the lightning falls from the clouds in gold and liquid drops that look like no lightning ever in the waking world.
He is dreaming or a dream has found him in the waking world, and he knows it. He grips the device tighter, draws it up tighter to his chest. There is a glimpse of his face as he stares towards that hateful keyhole staircase--he sees nothing but that. But he still squeezes the device and, fortunately perhaps, finds the button again that cuts the recording short, ending the whole view in a--
--blink]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Oh, hey. Welcome to "Caru Uses Her IRL Dreams In RP"--Part the Nth. Yup (ngl, this was not really a fun one, but I did go lucid in the middle of it?). Cain's going to be sitting at the top of these spiraling stairs for the time being--feel free to drop into his dream (I'm not sure where these stairs are, but wherever they are, it's not the opera house). Have at it. High symbolism, I'm sure. Yup. Note that this post is not screened--because curses are bitches like that.]
[Blink--! And crash, clatter, drop: the device immediately falls to the floor--polished black marble, shining and slick and dark. There is the sound of a breath caught short--almost a gasp, but not quite. Let the image settle (much as it will), let the breaks and static dissipate (it all will). Now, take a look:
A great hall, almost like a church with all its vaults and arches, but made of wood where it should be made of stone. And dark wood, shining, like a great vaulted cabinet. The floor is black marble (recall) but patterned in labyrinths and geometric circles in red and gold. A church, a cathedral, a palace. It is equal parts house as it is chapel (or so the gold candelabras and urns of flowers placed on altars that are as much table as they are altar would suggest).
There are windows beyond, somewhere, or so the light would suggest. But it's a dark light, like the light of a storm at dawn.
There is the sound of breathing which, slowly slowly, draws closer. A hand passes before the camera, the device is picked up. Ah--so that is Cain there.
He holds the device unthinkingly. It sees what he sees, though he does not intend it.
But it is in this moment that one can see what has stopped him short and now lies before him: a great circle of that same polished wood set into the floor before him, carved in patterns and signs which do not ever entirely become clear--more geometric patterning or scenes of Cain and Abel or arcane pentacles? It's not clear. But it's only a cover for what's below it. It is a staircase descending through the floor, spiraling away from sight and down underground, braced up with brass railings, and each level and step made from more of that dark polished wood. But there are no stairs here. Instead, there is the shape of a keyhole cut into each layer of this spiral, aligned so that one can peer down from layer to layer, like a staircase made backwards, somehow.
Beyond him then, as he stands over this inside out and backwards staircase, then one can see the sky through high windows which ought to be stained glass but which are, instead, the clear plate glass seen in some many of the City's buildings. And through them there is, indeed, a storm--but one seen as though this church or cathedral or mansion or palace is up in the clouds themselves. There is a dark ocean below and a storm at dawn all around this place. The lightning falls from behind the clouds in drops like sparks from fireworks or molten metal. The clouds are gray and black and ragged, the dawn is red.
Cain pays this no mind. He looks towards the keyhole stairs and breathes a word:]
Merry...
[If he starts to climb those stairs, he knows the whole contraption, all those brass railings and all those wires will contract and spin the whole of it--and him--down to the depths and his real destination at the bottom of those stairs. And while he knows he must descend, he does not want to nor does he want this contraption to drive him down against his will. Because, down at the bottom, there are monsters and evil beyond his own imagining--things he knows he must face, and yet...
So he hesitates with one foot at the edge of that polished circle while the lightning falls from the clouds in gold and liquid drops that look like no lightning ever in the waking world.
He is dreaming or a dream has found him in the waking world, and he knows it. He grips the device tighter, draws it up tighter to his chest. There is a glimpse of his face as he stares towards that hateful keyhole staircase--he sees nothing but that. But he still squeezes the device and, fortunately perhaps, finds the button again that cuts the recording short, ending the whole view in a--
--blink]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Oh, hey. Welcome to "Caru Uses Her IRL Dreams In RP"--Part the Nth. Yup (ngl, this was not really a fun one, but I did go lucid in the middle of it?). Cain's going to be sitting at the top of these spiraling stairs for the time being--feel free to drop into his dream (I'm not sure where these stairs are, but wherever they are, it's not the opera house). Have at it. High symbolism, I'm sure. Yup. Note that this post is not screened--because curses are bitches like that.]