In which Heiden is visited by an old friend.

<Heiden> Perception checks for the ladies and gents inside the hotel. If you're poolside, you do not get a check.
<Dexanote> Shank is not inside.
<Heiden> Seeing no checks, moving on.
<Bright> I think the active group is all poolside
<Heiden> That's fine.
<Dexanote> 4df+2 Shank walks inside.
<Glacon> Dexanote: Shank walks inside.: 0 (4df+2=0, -, -, 0)
<Heiden> It stalked through the halls of the hotel, the rope trailing behind it creating a slithering sound as it paced. It knew where he was.
* Heiden 's eyes flicked back and forth. <I hear you coming for me, old one. Come, then.> The clicking speech of ancient Sumerian issued from the ancient doctor's throat.
<Bright> 4df perception
<Glacon> Bright: perception: 1 (4df=-, 0, +, +)
<Bright> "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked…"
<Heiden> The Entity did not hesitate as it crossed the threshold, even as Frederick's breathing quickened. The sigils and wards of protection chalked into the floor of his room melted in Its presence.
<Heiden> 4df+8 The King Demands Tribute.
<Glacon> Heiden: The King Demands Tribute.: 5 (4df+8=-, -, 0, -)
* Bright sniffs back and forth, looking for whatever triggered his spider sense.
<Dexanote> Shank pauses. "…
<Heiden> 4df+3 Doctor's Defense
<Glacon> Heiden: Doctor's Defense: 2 (4df+3=-, -, 0, +)
<Dexanote> he looks back. "… Joey, whazzat?"
<Gerald> Charon strides into the hotel.
<Soulless> Alicel is right behind.
<Bright> "i felt something. A tingling. But now… i don' know what. I can't sense where it came from."
<Dexanote> "… 's kinda…" Shank shrugs.
<Gerald> "Something wicked this way comes, yes?"
<Heiden> The thing's fingers slid /through/ the once-man's flesh, the meat melting around its touch as it grabbed one bronze cord in a firm grip. The doctor, to his credit, did not flinch, but merely gazed up at the hooded entity with an air of finality. <So it ends, then?>
<Bright> "Aside from all thew wicked things already here."
<Dexanote> "Somethin…" He drags the Scythe up, holding it in both hands.
<Heiden> 4df+8 The King's Wrath
<Glacon> Heiden: The King's Wrath: 11 (4df+8=+, +, 0, +)
<Dexanote> Shank steps through the halls, on point.
<Gerald> Charon follows, massive legs sweeping through the desolate buildings.
<Bright> 4df+4 A tingling in the ether!
<Glacon> Bright: A tingling in the ether!: 2 (4df+4=0, 0, -, -)
<Heiden> 4df+3 An old man's defense.
<Glacon> Heiden: An old man's defense.: 4 (4df+3=+, +, 0, -)
<Soulless> Alicel follows, curiously, looking about with no discernable fear.
<Bright> "Argh! I had it!" Temporal energies flare across Joeys arms.
<Dexanote> "Careful with that."
<Gerald> 4df+2 Dark Ferryman
<Glacon> Gerald: Dark Ferryman: 0 (4df+2=0, -, -, 0)
<Bright> 4df+2
<Glacon> Bright: 2 (4df+2=-, 0, 0, +)
<Heiden> R-R-R-RIIIIIIP. One swift motion from the creature strips flesh from bronze, pulling out a thick length of cord from his arm and sending gore across the room.
<Gerald> 4df+2 Aww, why not
<Glacon> Gerald: Aww, why not: 1 (4df+2=0, 0, 0, -)
<Dexanote> 4df+4 Tagging Shepherd of Souls for perception.
<Glacon> Dexanote: Tagging Shepherd of Souls for perception.: 7 (4df+4=0, +, +, +)
<Heiden> PM inc.
<Dexanote> "… O-oh…"
<Soulless> "Can anyone care to explain to me what is going on?"
<Dexanote> Shank shifts. "… Oh. Guys."
<Dexanote> "Somethin terrible is here."
<Gerald> "Oh? Do you know of these….whatever it is? I must say, dread is something I am unaccustomed to."
<Bright> "Where?"
<Soulless> "Something terrible, Shank? Where is it?"
<Heiden> <We will not go peacefully.> Reaching up, Dr. Heiden plucks at thin air in front of the King's face, pulling out a thick corded thread of Fate… braided with thousands of other, slimmer, shorter threads.
<Dexanote> "… It's… I can't…" he grips the Scythe.
<Soulless> Alicel has his knives out, looking around. "Shank? Is something wrong? It is unlike you to be hesitant."
<Bright> "Shank! You're a death! Act like it!"
<Dexanote> "… It's in Heiden's room."
<Gerald> "It is creating fear in the Reaper."
<Dexanote> "Joey you stupid shit I can't DO anything!"
<Gerald> "Shall we just wait for it to pass, then?"
<Heiden> The thing swats his hand away, leaning close in to his face.
<Dexanote> "No."
<Bright> "Don't fear the Reaper. Fear what the Reaper fears." And Joey is taking the steps two at a time, a dead run towards Heidens room.
<Heiden> The King lowers Its cowl.
<Dexanote> Shank takes off after Joey
<Heiden> 4df+10 Uncovered visage.
<Glacon> Heiden: Uncovered visage.: 13 (4df+10=+, +, +, 0)
<Gerald> Charon follows
<Soulless> Alicel looks to Charon, then follows Joey.
<Dexanote> 4df+3 overtaking Tamlin
<Glacon> Dexanote: overtaking Tamlin: 4 (4df+3=+, 0, +, -)
<Heiden> 4df+6 Mental Defense (Tapping We Are Legion)
<Glacon> Heiden: Mental Defense (Tapping We Are Legion): 7 (4df+6=+, -, +, 0)
<Soulless> "Charon, I cannot say I understand the current situation. Is there something to fear?"
* Bright bustles like a motherfucker down the hall to Heidens room.
<Gerald> "There is everything to fear."
<Soulless> "I do not understand that phrase."
<Dexanote> Chainshank fades in and out, keeping with Tamlin.
<Gerald> Charon's legs keep up easily with the small human.
<Soulless> Alicel is a little behind, but he's keeping up alright.
<Heiden> Halfway there.
<Dexanote> "OH AaGH…" Shank stumbles and slides.
<Dexanote> the Scythe tumbles and lodges in the ground.
* Bright isn't thinking, he's just running. Heiden…. Heiden is his teacher…
<Dexanote> He pulls himseldf to his feet. "… That… no."
<Soulless> "Shank?"
<Dexanote> "… They… they're jus' gone…"
<Gerald> "Occasionally, the Insurgency would stumble upon something…..deeper, than most Items. Things that would make even myself fear for safety, and Shank here, rightly so."
<Heiden> Heiden goes limp.
<Dexanote> He launches himself forward, snatching his tool, hurtling towards Heiden's room.
<Soulless> "I see. I cannot understand it if I cannot see it myself." He quickens his pace to follow everyone else.
<Gerald> Charon's still moving.
<Bright> "Not gonna let him go out like that. He's a PC damn it, he doesn't die like a chump offscreen…."
<Heiden> The Hanged King continues its grim work, ripping cord after cord of bronze from the doctor's flesh.
<Dexanote> "JOEY STAY BACK."
<Bright> "Like fuck!"
<Soulless> "I do not understand, Shank? Joey?"
<Gerald> Charon reaches out.
<Heiden> They're at the door. It's closed.
<Dexanote> 4df+6 Tagging Harvestman to smash the door down.
<Glacon> Dexanote: Tagging Harvestman to smash the door down.: 5 (4df+6=0, -, +, -)
<Heiden> The door explodes into the room.
<Soulless> Alicel gets his metal ass in there.
<Dexanote> "NO."
<Heiden> The room is a bit bloody.
<Heiden> A bit.
* Bright summons his magics about him
<Gerald> Charon just wants to get a look at the damned thing.
<Bright> 4df+2 maneuver!
<Glacon> Bright: maneuver!: 1 (4df+2=-, +, -, 0)
<Soulless> "Is anyone here? Hello?"
<Bright> …shit.
<Heiden> What draws your attention the most is the pile of hamburger in the middle.
<Dexanote> He leaps in, looking around. "FREDERICK?!"
<Heiden> I mean, Dr. Heiden.
<Heiden> Well, what's left of him, anyway.
<Dexanote> "… Heiden…" Shank drops the Scythe, staring at the pile.
<Heiden> Perception checks, anyone.
<Bright> Well then. Joey, knowing the effort is all but futile, reaches out without anything extra, and taps his last fate point, in a vain effort to rewind time for the good Doctor Heiden, and bring him back to the health he had an hour ago.
<Gerald> 4df+2 Ferryman
<Bright> 4df+4 TIME MAGIC GO!
<Glacon> Gerald: Ferryman: 2 (4df+2=-, 0, +, 0)
<Glacon> Bright: TIME MAGIC GO!: 2 (4df+4=-, -, +, -)
<Soulless> 4df+2 Percieving
<Glacon> Soulless: Percieving: 3 (4df+2=+, -, 0, +)
<Bright> 4df perception
<Glacon> Bright: perception: -1 (4df=0, -, 0, 0)
<Dexanote> 4df+4 last Fate, Shepherd of Souls
<Glacon> Dexanote: last Fate, Shepherd of Souls: 3 (4df+4=-, 0, 0, 0)
<Heiden> It's far beyond the chronomancer's present skill, I'm afraid, Tamlin.
<Heiden> Alicel, that's a success, but I don't think you ever met Dr. Heiden. So… Chainshank.
<Heiden> There's no bronze in that pile o' meat.
<Bright> Temporal energies, that bronzeish blue light, flares across the room, striking the remains of Dr. Heiden… and doing nothing. Joey tries again, and aagain, The energies getting both less, and brighter each time he tries. "NO NO NO!"
<Dexanote> "…" He gets down on one knee. "… Where's… where'r tha threads…"
<Soulless> "Shank, what is wrong? I see nothing but flesh in this pile."
<Gerald> "That flesh used to be a human."
<Soulless> "Oh. That is unfortunate. What is Shank looking for?"
<Dexanote> "… Look for threads of bronze…" Shank looks around, shuddering a bit.
<Soulless> "There is no bronze, Shank."
<Gerald> "Do you know what kind of entity did this, dearest Shank?"
<Bright> "No…" Dropping to his knees, the tmeporal energies flaring in and out. "No…"
<Dexanote> "… Charon."
<Bright> Joey, due to the need of plot, looks under the door, since his head is down there anyways
<Gerald> Charon, after checking under the door, stands and stares at the remains.
<Gerald> "….Yes?"
<Dexanote> He looks to the stanger. "… Charon. Thissis somethin… Somethin that can't die. Somethin Death is afraid of. Somethin that killed Heiden. 'e was a house to uncountable souls. An' it killed 'im."
<Dexanote> "I don' wanna know what it was."
<Heiden> The remains are recognizably human in origin, they're just a bloody, partially melted, mostly-shredded mess.
<Gerald> He holds up some chunks. In the remains of the door, the word 'nowhere' was scorched.
<Gerald> "……"
<Dexanote> "…"
* Bright lenas back against a wall, sobbing quietly.
<Dexanote> "… We're not safe 'ere."
<Soulless> Alicel looks over to the remains of the door, curious. "We should find out what killed this person, however. I would like to know."
<Dexanote> "Robot, no. No you do not."
<Gerald> "All the things the Insurgency did to me, they could not erase fear." He drops them. "At all. Dearest Alicel, this is something beyond you, Heiden, Shank, or any of us. I can tell you, you do /not/."
<Soulless> Alicel looks over at Charon, curiously. "I cannot understand, Charon. I am sorry. I do not understand your fear. I cannot empathize with it."
<Bright> "I know what it is. There is only one thing it could have been." He sobers quickly. "Alicel. Please find me a sturdy box. We need to bury Dr. Heiden."
<Soulless> "Understood." Alicel goes to find a sturdy box and brings one back quickly.
<Soulless> "Here."
<Gerald> "Allow me to explain. There are monstrous entities that live in this universe that are a terror to all sentient beings, things we cannot yet understand, or hope to. Dark, elder beings that care not for life or other such insignificant things."
<Gerald> Charon shudders. "We nearly met one of them."
<Dexanote> Shank carefully begins moving Heiden to the box.
<Soulless> "I wish to have met that one that we missed." Alicel is confused at this fear. He is sentient, but he was not programmed with the instinct. This was beyond even his Professor's knowledge of humankind's darkest.
<Dexanote> "… Thaz… all of 'im."
<Soulless> "Where shall we bury him?"
<Bright> "There's… there's a park, nearby. We can put up a marker…
* Bright lays his hand on top of the box. "Good bye Frederick. I'm sorry."
<Dexanote> Shank turns, holding the lid in one hand and the box in another. "C'mon then, we'll do yor burial."
<Soulless> "Understood. We should go do that."
<Bright> "Yes…"
<Gerald> Charon helps carry the coffin. Normally, he wouldn't, but he got shaken by the thingy.

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