I. A Walk in the Park (cw: throwing up, eye trauma, Things Growing From Inside, general blood n gore, kels there's some kinda under skin stuff)
[Well, it... is one. Seemingly. A well-manicured path under your feet, lined by trees on either side, although their difference in size and interval between them seem to suggest a natural rather than planned growth. The flowers and shrubs off the path seem to grow a little wildly for a regular park, too.
There are also solitary flowers on the path, lying in little pools of blood. If you bend down to expect them, rather than living flowers they seem to be made of incredibly fine steel threads and glass and crystal. On the first ones you come across the blood is long since dried and the flowers themselves are brittle, snapping under your fingers with a bit of force. As you go on, the blood is fresher, flowers now clusters instead of solitary ones, thicker roots, almost vines. These feel more alive in a strange way... and should you happen to touch one that is a little too fresh, you better be careful: the stem moves, trying to latch onto you with the seeming intent to set roots in your flesh. It's still weak and you can tear it off easily, but it's still a clear sign these things are not particularly good for you.
As you move on on the curving path, there's the sound of someone throwing up. Follow the turn, and there's Levity - on all fours, coughing up blood and another cluster of Fun Flowers. The sleeves and front of his clothes are covered in blood, too, and there's a suggestion of the flowery metal filigree tangling through his hair. He doesn't notice you yet, sobbing and gulping air helplessly before he finally gets to his feet, barely managing it, and tries to set off again, shuddering.]
II. A Meal Shared is Joy Shared (cw: gore, being eaten by an animal, throat wound, blood n assorted).
[A room in a nondescript building, a mix of the hotel and the game tower lobby. Most of the surroundings look normal - sunlight through the windows, coffee tables and sofas lined up as usual, but there's a bit of a mess in the middle of the room. Namely, there's Levity, and he's very much so dead.
His throat is slit, a very definite clue, and rather deeply at that - as though someone was unsure if they really wanted to fully decapitate or not, and then decided against it halfway. His head is thrown back, blood caked around his mouth and on the wound, eyes glazed in that particular way of a corpse. There's blood on the immediate surroundings, too, but that is not surprising, nor is the amount greater than one would expect from a single person bleeding out.
Standing over him, its back to you, is... Levity's assistant, the man-height robotic bird. It seems to move its head periodically, and if you step around just a bit to have a better view - why, it's feeding on its erstwhile master, although why a robot would need to eat is anyone's guess. There seems to be an element of exploration, too, as it worries at the flesh and pokes at organs and tugs at bones curiously. It seems to have started with the soft parts - Levity's abdomen is sliced open and gnawed on enough that at this point it's impossible to tell how exactly it was done. As you watch, the bird manages to sever another little morsel and gulp it down, the metallic not-feathers on its head rising in appreciation. It's certainly acting a lot more like a real bird than normal.]
III. Stepping on Levity Simulator 600 (it's the horny one! have fun)
[This looks to be a cross between the library and a laboratory room, walls lined with bookshelves and cabinets containing Curious Yet Undefined Things. A big table in the middle with lamps hovering above it - for experimentation, examination, reading or taking notes? Who knows. There are maps and diagrams on the walls, their designs seemingly shifting every time you look at them - or maybe you can imagine them to be anything you want.
"Master!"
As you turn, Levity comes up to you - lab coat, glasses, his hair braided, and, unexpectedly, thigh high boots - in case you forgot what kind of dream this is. He pulls off his lab gloves, smiling at you happily.
"I'm signing off for today. Was there anything else you wanted?"
You might, in fact, recall some other things you wanted. Or maybe some demands or promises you'd made earlier in the day, and you would like to check whether he kept to them. The possibilities are endless, and all of them are probably horny.]
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[Well, it... is one. Seemingly. A well-manicured path under your feet, lined by trees on either side, although their difference in size and interval between them seem to suggest a natural rather than planned growth. The flowers and shrubs off the path seem to grow a little wildly for a regular park, too.
There are also solitary flowers on the path, lying in little pools of blood. If you bend down to expect them, rather than living flowers they seem to be made of incredibly fine steel threads and glass and crystal. On the first ones you come across the blood is long since dried and the flowers themselves are brittle, snapping under your fingers with a bit of force. As you go on, the blood is fresher, flowers now clusters instead of solitary ones, thicker roots, almost vines. These feel more alive in a strange way... and should you happen to touch one that is a little too fresh, you better be careful: the stem moves, trying to latch onto you with the seeming intent to set roots in your flesh. It's still weak and you can tear it off easily, but it's still a clear sign these things are not particularly good for you.
As you move on on the curving path, there's the sound of someone throwing up. Follow the turn, and there's Levity - on all fours, coughing up blood and another cluster of Fun Flowers. The sleeves and front of his clothes are covered in blood, too, and there's a suggestion of the flowery metal filigree tangling through his hair. He doesn't notice you yet, sobbing and gulping air helplessly before he finally gets to his feet, barely managing it, and tries to set off again, shuddering.]
II. A Meal Shared is Joy Shared (cw: gore, being eaten by an animal, throat wound, blood n assorted).
[A room in a nondescript building, a mix of the hotel and the game tower lobby. Most of the surroundings look normal - sunlight through the windows, coffee tables and sofas lined up as usual, but there's a bit of a mess in the middle of the room. Namely, there's Levity, and he's very much so dead.
His throat is slit, a very definite clue, and rather deeply at that - as though someone was unsure if they really wanted to fully decapitate or not, and then decided against it halfway. His head is thrown back, blood caked around his mouth and on the wound, eyes glazed in that particular way of a corpse. There's blood on the immediate surroundings, too, but that is not surprising, nor is the amount greater than one would expect from a single person bleeding out.
Standing over him, its back to you, is... Levity's assistant, the man-height robotic bird. It seems to move its head periodically, and if you step around just a bit to have a better view - why, it's feeding on its erstwhile master, although why a robot would need to eat is anyone's guess. There seems to be an element of exploration, too, as it worries at the flesh and pokes at organs and tugs at bones curiously. It seems to have started with the soft parts - Levity's abdomen is sliced open and gnawed on enough that at this point it's impossible to tell how exactly it was done. As you watch, the bird manages to sever another little morsel and gulp it down, the metallic not-feathers on its head rising in appreciation. It's certainly acting a lot more like a real bird than normal.]
III. Stepping on Levity Simulator 600 (it's the horny one! have fun)
[This looks to be a cross between the library and a laboratory room, walls lined with bookshelves and cabinets containing Curious Yet Undefined Things. A big table in the middle with lamps hovering above it - for experimentation, examination, reading or taking notes? Who knows. There are maps and diagrams on the walls, their designs seemingly shifting every time you look at them - or maybe you can imagine them to be anything you want.
"Master!"
As you turn, Levity comes up to you - lab coat, glasses, his hair braided, and, unexpectedly, thigh high boots - in case you forgot what kind of dream this is. He pulls off his lab gloves, smiling at you happily.
"I'm signing off for today. Was there anything else you wanted?"
You might, in fact, recall some other things you wanted. Or maybe some demands or promises you'd made earlier in the day, and you would like to check whether he kept to them. The possibilities are endless, and all of them are probably horny.]