Of Hunger and Dread
14th of March 2007 A.D.
By borrowed voice in silence spoken you explain to the doctor,
there's a title he could still use at least if he didn't mind the jokes about sonic screwdrivers, that you had a way to avoid misunderstanding and would pass on anything he wished.
There's a moment of surprise, almost of resistance, then he nods:
"He was dead, they were harvesting his blood and soul, but now the blood lives in him again. Intent turned on itself so like the spell that killed him he has to feed... Hunger inside."
That would have gone about as well as a lead balloon, you think, but don't say, translating instead to something people accustomed to a more scientific worldview would accept and not quibble over.
Confidently you reach out an ungloved a hand to shake, the gesture returned out of reflex as you give your name but remain vague about age and profession, hastening instead to offer to the answer both of them are desperate for: "You were clinically dead I'm afraid, meant to die like so many others at the hands of the 'frogmen'. They are aligned against the interests of the research expedition, all honest study of the continent and a whole host of other things that aren't relevent while we are in this hole." Making no attempt to hide your growing anger at the fomori you continue: "This mountain is hungry and that hunger is contegous."
"You are speaking metaphorically...?" Karolina begins, but her father interupts sharply.
"No!" He walks unsteadily to the other side of the cell, as far away from her as he can anage. "You said there are others, still alive?"
One might easily take that as concern for other victims and there is some of that in there, but underneath it tinted with self-loathing you hear it clear as day: 'others I can feed on'
You aren't the only one who can.
"Distract Karolina, I have to speak with him alone." Guilt and resolve in equal messure tinge those words. Not hard to guess how he plans to sate Professor Danielewski's hunger.
"The passage," you answer, sending him an image of the narrow opening, You're not sure exactly how much bloodfeeding takes, but you are confident youc an get her to send her father through first.
So resolved the four of you hasten back as Karolina keeps trying to get close to her father, begging him to slow down while he moves faster and faster, his chest not rising and falling in the least in his hase. That settles it then, no breath and no pulse like the Wan Kuei. Does he have a realm inside too, just one that isn't accessable. Is there some deathly maze hiding under the skin of the world.
"What were the fomori doing?/Yes, that's what they are called, now I need to know...?"
Questions about the past few days, ones with rather alarming answers about the whole 'mountain lighting up' you pull Karolina throug the opening... just as the ice behind you
cracks.
Head snapping from distraction to descrtuction you see a mass of black oily tendrils as thick around as a man's waist adorned with iron hooks and barbed points dart in through the gap while others are no doubt trying to reach for the pair in you'd left behind. Even so you are faster, your feet carrying you back through the gap almost before the thought can finish to...
[] Prune the tentacles (You might not get all of them in time before the pair is attacked)
[] Pull both of them out with Mind Hand Manipulation (will make the vampiric feeding obvious)
[] Write in
OOC: Good thing you have Windborn Stride for double initiative. It would have been technically posibile for a normal initiative roll to allow you to act in time, but not likely. 
