Gentlemanvaultboy

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Gish hangs on Rose's every word.

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Gish was about to answer when Victor wandered up, and she cursed herself for letting the opportunity to pass on Rose's warning slip through her fingers. "It's not that strange, you know." She said to William. "Waking up here, I mean. It's what I did. I don't think it's that uncommon to just end up here somehow. I don't know why, but there's a reason for it. I'm sure. You'll find it."

Rose had come up while she had been talking and Gish tensed up when she leaned close to William and declared that he smelled wrong. Gish had no idea what that meant, except that maybe the witch didn't find him very appetizing. She told them that the monster, which could apparently speak, was named Unyat and that it, apparently speaking, meant no harm. Gish glanced back at the slithering mess and wasn't sure she bought that, but Rose hadn't either and advised caution against it and William. She didn't quite see what the witch had against him, and the sly little smile that was constantly on her face made her think the she was just playing some headgame with them.

The next thing she said, however, made her think there was some sort of game she was playing with Gish in particular. After looking into the water and confirming that there was nowhere for this water to drain she was shocked when Rose passed off the decision of whether to stay or leave onto her. She didn't even know what that wink meant. Was there such a thing as good witches or was that a lie? There were different versions of the old story and she'd never believed them. Her mother had never told her about good witches, and she'd normally take that as gospel, but there was this doubt now wrapped around her brain like a snake. Despite Luciel's and Rose's opinions this place didn't feel bad barring the slithery mess hanging around. This place felt like her home. Maybe if there was white magic she could find something in the house to help protect her against the bad kind. Maybe then she'd feel safe asking Rose a few questions.

She swallowed deeply, took one more nervous glance over at Unyat, and said "I want to look in the house. Let's all look in the house." Then, blatantly giving some shallow justification, said, "There might be food. We're going to have to eat down here so we shouldn't pass that up." She didn't feel bad stealing from someone's home, it was practically how she got every little luxury she owned. Happy that this was justified with good sense she set off to take a closer look at the cottage.

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Gish had about the same reaction as the boys without the good fortune to have fallen into the pool. She scrambled her way back from where the stranger had lay and Luciel had landed. Sitting on her haunches she surveyed the scene and silently cursed that her stealthy withdrawal had been in no way stealthy.

Tense as she was she couldn't help replying, especially since Luciel had the young guy covered if it came to that. She crept closer to him, trying her best to keep her head down. "I'm not going to eat you." she said hastily, but with no offence. It wasn't the first time someone had thought that. She followed up Luciel's questions. While he might not be comfortable speaking to this stranger she couln't restrain herdelf from doing so. "We were just passing through. Lost. We didn't see you. We just stumbled onto this place. We're not going to do anything. Do you live here? Is this your house? Are those your weird scarecrows?"

More questions would have spilled out, but she stopped to Help Luciel to his feet and her train of thought derailed. Instead, she just said, "I'm Gish," and was surprised at how easily that moniker was coming to her after only a few times.

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Gish shivered as she watched the writing, slithery mass. What gripped her as she kept her attention focused on it wasn't a fear that one learned, like touching a hot stove or being chased by an angry dog. It was something instinctual. Something Deep. She feared it the way a rabbit feared any sudden movement.

She looked over her shoulder, breaking every instinct to keep eyes on the creature, to search for some way out. She caught the sparking reflection of the lake. That was comforting. No matter what nothing had ever been able to catch her once she made it into the water. The pool wasn't filling up so there had to be a way out that way if things got dangerous, some underwater cave or passage to another chamber. Even if things didn't go badly up here, just being near the water would make her feel better. She was about to go before she remembered Rose's words and looked up at Luciel on Victors shoulders. That wasn't exactly alone, but she wasn't sure being in the grip was a much better prospect for him. Besides, this was a good chance to get him alone and relay Rose's warning. She hadn't felt comfortable doing it so near Victor.

Being unable to reach him all the way up there, and not wanting to alert anyone to the fears so evident on her face, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her flute. She threw it, it impacting Luciel's back with a soft thump before falling into the soft grass. Once she was sure she had his attention she jerked her head toward the lake, pointed at herself, pointed at him, pointed urgently at the lake, made a beckoning motion with her hand, and started making her way to way to the edge of the lake as casually as possible. It wasn't very convincing. After scooping up her flute she seemed to skip every other step, glancing back frequently to make sure that Luciel was following and that the thing was absolutely not.

Her pace didn't slow the entire time she was moving. It fact, she got faster the further she was from the thing. It was probably for this reason she didn't see the boy laying flat on the grass, head in the water. Her heel collided with him and she tumbled backwards with a quiet yelp.

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One is the Lovecraft party barge featuring Count Dracula. It consists of Gish, Luciel, Rose, Victor, and (tentatively) Unyat and William.

The other is team Knights and Creatures, with Echo, Fazra, Mathias, Cyrano, and Lila.

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Yeah, go ahead.

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Gish went along after the others, watching the scarecrows intently, certain that they were about to come alive and rend Rose to pieces even as she poked and prodded at it. She was almost disappointed when it remained as still as a statue and the black hunk that coated them smelled much worse up close. Combined it reminded her of home, but this concentrated? Yuck!

She waves a hand in front of her face as the smell reaches her nose in force. "Maybe they're meant to keep something away? Mother once whipped up some gunk that kept mosquitos away with a smell. And scarecrows are meant to keep things away anyway."

Then Rose directed her attention to it. "Things like that!" she yelped. Tentacles. Tentacles! Why was it tentacles!? She jumped backwards, clanging herself into Sir Guttman, before scrambling behind him and Luciel. She peekd out from between his legs at the thing. God, it was so much worse than the first one. At least that one had had a proper face, sort of like a fish or alligator. This thing didn't even have that. Had that splash earlier been this thing coming out of the water?

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Just to throw this out here, his gods aren't even from round here whereas you can find my god in any body of water.

Not that I'm trying to convert anyone. Just saying.

My Hider

Seriously, what do you want? You want Gold? Take a boatload. Immortality? Done, easy. Eldrith truth? R'lyeh is in the ocean. You want an entire harem of fish? Just say the word.

Esoteric Order of Dagon: It's always better down where it's wetter, take it from us.

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Gish worships a god that may or may not be akin to Dagon, whom she may or may not be a distant descendant of.

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No one objected, so I went and expanded by CS to add detail, the other categories in the character sheet, and the things I figured out about Gish once I actually started playing her.