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Action. Thought. "Speech."

Forgraves walked through the tunnel. after his recent discussion with james and much much more investigation of various plants, he finally asked the age old question: how the FUCK does my body work

of course he knew there were bones, and muscles, and blood, and skin, but what else!!! of course he knew he had insides and that they should STAY insides but he wants to see whats up in there god damn it. he's been told to avoid the heart though. as if he could just cut himself open and expect that to work.

well, technically he did, but he wouldn't be the one doing it.

as he waltzed through tunnel F he carried the small clockwork creature he had found on his back. a gift, for whoever agreed to cut him open. do gembound just always do trades? he wasn't complaining!

he sat down somewhere, and then after briefly clearing his throat, called out. "HELLO? ANYONE HERE?"


@Rain

A sound rather like rain and a rattle started up quietly in Tunnel F, giving it a rather eerie ambiance. The trees rustled softly, and then their branches warped and twisted just slightly to reveal Walks Like Rain, silent as they twisted back up behind her. She was wearing her coat and her bone bracelets, as usual, but this time she wore the skull as well. There were handprints on the backs of her wrists, the same symbols that the Queen had painted on her, though the blood was fresher this time -- red and shiny. She tilted her head slightly to the side and approached -- the sound was coming from her.

"'Will you walk into my parlor?' said a spider to a fly," she said, her voice soft as she peered at Forgraves through the holes where the eyes had been. "'It's the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy...'" Rain pushed the mask up. It was still a bit small for them, all things considered. "'The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, and I have many pretty things to show when you are there.'" They laughed softly into the mask and drew their arms up like a mantis preparing to strike, although they lacked the joint that would allow them to do something like that.

"May I have your name?" mused the faerie, wondering if he'd fall for the trap. They'd given him plenty of warning.


@forgraves

Action. Thought. "Speech."

he jumped a bit, but not as much as he usually would, he was expecting someone after all, hoping for it, and he wasn't going to back down from important discovery, right?

he listened, and man was that ominous, pretty and got him thinking, but ominous.

he tilted his head with a curious smile. why did they ask so... ominously? it was just a name, right? ...right?
anxieties plagued his answer, and after a moment, he looked around. "uuh-" he stammered, before looking to his glasses, smiling. "i suppose for now you can call me specs, stranger! what about you?" he chirped, brow quirked. how peculiar. he held his paw out for a handshake, though whether or not rain took it didn't stop him from talking.

"here to ask a question, simple favor, if you don't mind?" he said, tossing the clockwork toy up and down in his other paw.

@Rain