03-05-2023, 06:10 AM
The web of spirit Marcus held billowed out in front of him as he led the way down the stair well, tendrils skittering, questing out in the direction of the movement, bringing a host of information his brain tried to categorize, a synesthetic Kaleidescape of scents and tastes and tactile sensation.
The taste of rotting meat, squishy, sour, the feel of maggots squirming and firm, the scent of putrefaction overwhelmed him and he paused, trying to get his body to understand this was just an information interpretation problem. His stomach heaved and he tightened his control, forcing it down.
A thread of fire lit up brightly, flooding the area until it shone as if noon and the sensation disappeared. The stuffy, institutional air, with its underlying bleach and ammonia and grime was sweet and wonderful and pure, enough that he let himself enjoy it for a moment.
He looked back to the guard and then Ryker. He wasn't afraid. Not really. But he was glad they were with him, if for no other reason that one of them, the guard probably, would serve as a good distraction while he decided on how to proceed.
"How long ago did this start?" The guard's lips compressed but he flicked a look at Ryker and then back at him before seeming to relent.
"Two- three weeks. It just... The fear was evident. He collected himself under their stare. "Shadows...they sometimes move. It feels like we are being watched."
Marcus thought about this. The well was clean now. "Take me to the last place someone died."
The taste of rotting meat, squishy, sour, the feel of maggots squirming and firm, the scent of putrefaction overwhelmed him and he paused, trying to get his body to understand this was just an information interpretation problem. His stomach heaved and he tightened his control, forcing it down.
A thread of fire lit up brightly, flooding the area until it shone as if noon and the sensation disappeared. The stuffy, institutional air, with its underlying bleach and ammonia and grime was sweet and wonderful and pure, enough that he let himself enjoy it for a moment.
He looked back to the guard and then Ryker. He wasn't afraid. Not really. But he was glad they were with him, if for no other reason that one of them, the guard probably, would serve as a good distraction while he decided on how to proceed.
"How long ago did this start?" The guard's lips compressed but he flicked a look at Ryker and then back at him before seeming to relent.
"Two- three weeks. It just... The fear was evident. He collected himself under their stare. "Shadows...they sometimes move. It feels like we are being watched."
Marcus thought about this. The well was clean now. "Take me to the last place someone died."