fableshards | Day 4 || Shard 001

[Keith stares at the mirror shard for a while, his eyebrow raising.]

... Is this-- [Oh. It is. It... does seem to be working. Or well, at least, he isn't seeing his reflection anymore. Then again, he isn't all that sure of what he is seeing, either.

Ah well. Here goes nothing.]

...

[................. 'Hi?' 'Hello?' ... That sounds so stupid. What-- What's he supposed to say? How should he even start this...?

...]

I--... Uh. [Clears throat slightly.] ... My name is Keith. And... I'm a paladin of Voltron. [Awkward pause. He lifts his eyes up from the mirror, for a moment, and seems to communicate with someone through facial expressions alone before returning his attention back to the mirror again.

He frowns.]

... No one we've talked to so far seems to have any idea of where we are or how we ended up here. Is it the same for all of you? Any information you might have could help us figure out how to get out of here.

[He pauses again, before--]

If any of the other paladins are listening: Guys, come in. All you have to do is look at the mirror and-- uh. Speak. ... I guess. While thinking about... wanting to speak. [... wow. Smooth.] Just. You know. Look at the surface, think that you want to talk to people, talk. Figure it out. But do it. I'm with Lance, but we don't think the Red or the Black lions are anywhere around here. It's been four days and we haven't heard or seen any of you or anyone else that was with us. So if you are here, say something.

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[I don't remember this.

Hearing that actually makes Keith's heart give a little jump. It was already beating faster, but the more those words sink in, the louder it seems to beat inside his head.]

What? [He asks, again, turning his attention to Lance, hand remaining on the doorknob. Maybe-- Maybe he understood that wrong.] Didn't-- Didn't you say you had checked the whole place out?!

[ His eyes shift to Keith when he speaks, but they inevitably slide back to the upside down room again. As if staring at it is going to make it make sense. ]

I did! I checked all four doors up here!

[ He knows that! He's sure of that! ] I'd remember if one of the rooms was upside down!

[ There's not a lot of things that could make him go in there right now. ] Hey, Keith? [ Quieter, still not looking away from that room. ] Think we can uh, move somewhere else?

[It's his stomach's turn, to make itself known by turning upside down. His throat tightens, and his eyes are a mix of surprise, confusion and fear.

He believes him-- Of course he does. What reason could he have not to? But if Lance checked all of these rooms before... How? He had been in the house all this time! No one had come in through the door-- H-How could that have happened? W-When-- Who--... What--

...........................................................

The sound of him slamming that door shut echoes loudly on the walls. He moves his hand away from the doorknob like it's on fire, remaining between Lance and the door. That's when he hears his name... And the question that comes with it.

He swallows.]

Y-Yeah. Lets--... L-Lets go.

[What.

The.

Fuck.]

[ Keith breaks the spell by slamming the door, thankfully, and Lance feels like he can breathe again. Like he can move again. He nods, too fast, unsteady. ] Yeah-- yeah. [ Turns, and he's moving down the stairs. ]

Let's just get out of here.

[ Fuck this. ]

[Keith doesn't need to hear that again.

He's following Lance down the stairs in the blink of an eye, not caring about scavenging the other (normal?) rooms for anything that might be useful.

The sooner they are out of here, the better.]

[ Okay so... so he doesn't have to save his dignity anymore right? They're both freaked out here after all. But Lance still doesn't sprint down the stairs, or take three at a time even though he might otherwise.

As he heads downstairs he's still decidedly in a hurry, but he's also keeping an eye on as much of their surroundings as he can, for anything else that looks like haunted bullshit. ] I'm saying it right now, if the next place we stay at also turns out to be haunted, I'm not against camping. For like. Short term, anyway.

[ Wow, back in the living room a lot faster than he went up the stairs. He checks over his shoulder if Keith is following, not that he can't hear his steps but just in case this is a horror movie after all. ]

[Keith totally might, if he was the one leading the way. He's not as worried about his dignity-- Honestly, he just wants to get the Hell away from this place.]

How the Hell will we know?! [Before something freaky like this happens? They just stayed in this place for days in a row without a problem. And-- Short term?!] Seriously?!

[Once downstairs, he goes towards the pantry door - he knows he saw an axe and a bucket there before, they might need those, later - and then quickly goes back to where he and Lance left their stuff.] Bring the blanket, too!

[ Dignity be damned, but his feet really hurt. It's worse now that he's hurrying - he can ignore it, but not enough to run right now.

His gesturing, of course, is as quick and wide as ever. ] Well if another weird thing happens we'll know!

[ And he's not sure what that seriously was even for. Not going to worry about it though, just worrying about piling all the stuff they currently have in the backpacks - it's a bit of a challenge with his armor, the chestplate doesn't fit. Well-- other stuff first, he goes to roll up the blanket. ] I got it, I got it!

[ Again and again, his eyes dart to the stairs and the front door, as if it could disappear at any moment. He's done packing in record time, not that they had much to begin with. ]

I'd rather know before that. [But, of course, Lance is right. He hates this, though. It's the messed up Castle all over again!... Only then, at least, he knew where they were. ... Somewhat.

Grabbing what he needs from the kitchen, Keith comes back to the living room to find Lance finishing up with the blanket. He goes for their things, putting his backpack on his back - ow - and then turning to Lance.]

C'mon, I'll help you secure that over your bag! [That should leave his hands free to carry his chest-plate.]

So would I! But at least these can't launch me into space! Or attack you with murder robots. [ There aren't any robots around here that he can tell, anyway.

He's just stuffing the rolled up blanket under the flap of his backpack, securing it in place. ] All good! But thanks. You okay? [ With his back and all.

But he pulls one strap of his backpack through one of the arm holes in his chest plate, which isn't super comfortable, but it works. There's still buckets and such to carry after all. He picks up the half empty one now that his backpack is in place. Last glance back. He's ready to go, did they miss anything? ]

Are you sure about that? [Absolutely, totally sure?] Because we have no idea where we even are, let alone what this place can do! [Not that they really have a choice.

Precisely because they have no idea where they are, a roof over their head is better than nothing at all. At least it will give them some protection, from the ailments, if from nothing else. ~~That is, until it tries to kill them while they sleep. Maybe.~~

Keith watches as Lance takes care of that and turns, to grab the towel from the table, too. Lance used it for the cloth, earlier, so maybe they can use the rest for the same purpose, if it's ever needed. He drops the towel over his shoulder, gets the bucket around his elbow and takes a hold of his own chest-plate. His dagger is on his bag and the axe on his other hand.] Yeah, I'm fine. [Or as fine as possible given the circumstances, really. Could be worse. (Could always be worse.)] Lets just get out of here.

[ He didn't have to say all of those things, but he sure did. ] Well, now I'm not!

[ Which-- just. Aggravated sigh goes here. But they need a place to sleep. One that won't get rained on. One they can keep warm.

Lance nods at Keith's reply, gives the place another quick once-over. ] Yeah, let's move.

[ And out they go. ]

Day 4 || Shard 001

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