It's happening again.
Same old dream.
Latto dreams he's being stripped away, bit by bit...
Same old dream.
Latto dreams he's being stripped away, bit by bit...
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Bromeliad
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
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- NYC
It's happening again.
Same old dream.
Latto dreams he's being stripped away, bit by bit.
Shavings of skin and muscle and bone lift off him and curl into the light.
He can feel the suction in his ears until the ears are gone, the scraps and cochleas floating away on a curious little pilgrimage, up.
It never hurts, but it is powerful odd.
It's happening more lately, which is an omen of something, he suspects.
He's got a date with the Boss.
There are four of them, the Sisters, and four Eidolons to do their work in the World.
Each of them, folks pray to. You don't want to piss them off. That goes double when you work for them.
From left to right:
Thalia is the oldest, though you wouldn't think it talking to her. To be her Eidolon you have to die, which ain't hard, and come back, which is the trick. She likes it when you take life, and is probably the easiest to please when you think about it. She'd be the nicest of the four, if you didn't know what she was.
Justa is the second oldest, and she's not so bad, once you get to know her. To be her Eidolon you have to be deeply wronged by the person closest to you in the world, and then you have to find them and take repayment for that wrong. She likes it when you do what's right or you stand up for the people who can't stand up for themselves. She's a fair woman but she can bear a grudge like nobody's business.
Gnosa is the second youngest, which she's self-conscious about. To be her Eidolon you have to learn a terrible secret that has been kept from you for a good reason. She doesn't know as much about the way it all works as Thalia or Justa, and loves it when you discover what nobody's ever discovered before, or what everyone has long forgotten. She'll apologize until she's out of breath later if it gets you in trouble somehow, but that won't stop her from getting all excited about the next place she can stick her nose where she shouldn't.
Carita is the youngest, and her sisters think maybe she's just going through a phase. To be her Eidolon you have to break someone's heart so hard it will never be fixed. She loves mortals best of all her sisters, which means that in some ways of thinking she's the most dangerous. She loves the act of seduction in every form it has, and loves it especially when it's curled up in a lie.
To one of the Four, Latto is everything. He's her servant, bodyguard, high priest, and in a way her closest friend. To the others, he's a plaything at best and a threat at worst.
Which one?
[] Thalia
[] Justa
[] Gnosa
[] Carita
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[X] Thalia
SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
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- Arrrghhh
[X] Thalia
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- The Hague
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- He/Him
[X] Gnosa
also yessssss
also yessssss
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- He/Him
Oh dang
[X] Gnosa
[X] Gnosa
- Location
- Brazil
[X] Thalia
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- She/Her
[x] Gnosa
[x] Justa.
[X] Gnosa
D.D. Spectator
Strongest in the land
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- Unknown
[X] Gnosa
ScorpioBot
Is this thing on?
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- Freezy Breezy Lemon Squeezy
[X] Gnosa
The House of Gnosa
Bromeliad
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
- Location
- NYC
Latto's sternum peels from his ribcage and floats in space, turning slowly, and there's a suction there that pulls his heart to it. The rest of him follows.
Through the light and around the corner. Gnosa's house.
He reknits in Gnosa's main hall, surrounded by pickled unspeakables from the world over.
Antediluvian things with too many legs or not enough of them, doodled out by the spasms of some insane non-euclidean hand.
Gnosa experiments on everything she finds interesting, which knowing Gnosa is everything under the Lord's Sun.
When she's done with them they go here for display, their innards peeking from the clean sutures she's trussed them up in.
A chitinous leg twitches and taps against the frosted glass of its tube.
Latto sniffs. Gnosa loves when he drags these things back. He couldn't ever cotton to any of them.
He follows the formaldehyde-stained trail to Gnosa's throne.
She sits on a chaise-lounge made from laminated bone. Untrees grow in stilted pillars up through the walls, pulsing gently like veins shot through the skin.
Hung from their rafters are little trinkets secured with twine. The ones she liked best. Offerings by explorers leaving on barks or nervous settlers heading out on wagons to places they've only ever read about. There's a billhook there, and a million medallions, and someone's severed left hand.
"How do, Gnosa," Latto says.
"Latto," she says. "You're in trouble, boy."
"Not with you?"
"Why? There something I should know about?"
"There's a million things you want to know about," Latto says. "Don't know if none of them fall under the purview of should."
She folds her legs. "Not with me, Lats. With your friend, the Mayor Voldo. I thought you should know."
"What's Voldo got to complain about?"
"You could ask him," she says. "Soon as he ungags you. If he don't burn you at the stake first."
Latto rubs his wrists.
In the waking world, he realizes, someone's tied rope around them. Coarse and hemp.
"Son of a bitch," he says, mildly. "While I was sleeping."
Gnosa giggles. "You have an effect on people, Lats."
"Couldn't think of what I done," Latto says.
"It's not for you to think," Gnosa says. "It's him. I get the idea you wake up, if you wake up, your little downtime in Ernar is at an end."
"Reckon that's true," Latto says.
"And I'm also thinking you'll be wanting my help." Gnosa's toe taps on the obsidian floor.
"Well now how could I turn you down, Gnosa?"
"Freely given," Gnosa says. "Provided you tell me what you were doing there in the first place, Latto, and what you plan on doing next."
[] I was there tracking down a gun. It's called Roundhead's Revolver and I want it.
[] I was there because someone told me the guy who killed my nephew stayed at the inn.
[] I was there filling out a contract. Someone's seen a revenant in the area. Figured I could help out.
[] I don't rightly recall why I was there, and next I plan on doing whatever you want to tell me, ma'am.
[] Write-in
Through the light and around the corner. Gnosa's house.
He reknits in Gnosa's main hall, surrounded by pickled unspeakables from the world over.
Antediluvian things with too many legs or not enough of them, doodled out by the spasms of some insane non-euclidean hand.
Gnosa experiments on everything she finds interesting, which knowing Gnosa is everything under the Lord's Sun.
When she's done with them they go here for display, their innards peeking from the clean sutures she's trussed them up in.
A chitinous leg twitches and taps against the frosted glass of its tube.
Latto sniffs. Gnosa loves when he drags these things back. He couldn't ever cotton to any of them.
He follows the formaldehyde-stained trail to Gnosa's throne.
She sits on a chaise-lounge made from laminated bone. Untrees grow in stilted pillars up through the walls, pulsing gently like veins shot through the skin.
Hung from their rafters are little trinkets secured with twine. The ones she liked best. Offerings by explorers leaving on barks or nervous settlers heading out on wagons to places they've only ever read about. There's a billhook there, and a million medallions, and someone's severed left hand.
"How do, Gnosa," Latto says.
"Latto," she says. "You're in trouble, boy."
"Not with you?"
"Why? There something I should know about?"
"There's a million things you want to know about," Latto says. "Don't know if none of them fall under the purview of should."
She folds her legs. "Not with me, Lats. With your friend, the Mayor Voldo. I thought you should know."
"What's Voldo got to complain about?"
"You could ask him," she says. "Soon as he ungags you. If he don't burn you at the stake first."
Latto rubs his wrists.
In the waking world, he realizes, someone's tied rope around them. Coarse and hemp.
"Son of a bitch," he says, mildly. "While I was sleeping."
Gnosa giggles. "You have an effect on people, Lats."
"Couldn't think of what I done," Latto says.
"It's not for you to think," Gnosa says. "It's him. I get the idea you wake up, if you wake up, your little downtime in Ernar is at an end."
"Reckon that's true," Latto says.
"And I'm also thinking you'll be wanting my help." Gnosa's toe taps on the obsidian floor.
"Well now how could I turn you down, Gnosa?"
"Freely given," Gnosa says. "Provided you tell me what you were doing there in the first place, Latto, and what you plan on doing next."
[] I was there tracking down a gun. It's called Roundhead's Revolver and I want it.
[] I was there because someone told me the guy who killed my nephew stayed at the inn.
[] I was there filling out a contract. Someone's seen a revenant in the area. Figured I could help out.
[] I don't rightly recall why I was there, and next I plan on doing whatever you want to tell me, ma'am.
[] Write-in
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Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
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[X] I was there filling out a contract. Someone's seen a revenant in the area. Figured I could help out.
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[X] I was there tracking down a gun. It's called Roundhead's Revolver and I want it.
- Location
- Brazil
[X] I was there tracking down a gun. It's called Roundhead's Revolver and I want it.
- Location
- The Hague
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- He/Him
[X] I was there tracking down a gun. It's called Roundhead's Revolver and I want it.
I feel like we're in some kind of freaky western, for some reason. The dialogue, probably.
Ergo, we must have a revolver.
I feel like we're in some kind of freaky western, for some reason. The dialogue, probably.
Ergo, we must have a revolver.