THE JARS THAT BLEED BEFORE THEY BREAK.

[glassjar]

Congrats! You've somehow stumbled upon the pocket dimension where five people with questionable morals (some more questionable than others) live and operate. Are you here on business? Do you have an appointment? Or are you here to see a friend? (Come on, don't make us laugh.)

Maybe you're here on accident due to some multiversal, magical, or otherwise supernatural nonsense? It's happened before, it was bound to happen again.

You can wander towards the house, see if anyone's home. Or you can explore the lush grounds, and maybe run across the wolfman groundskeeper who might try to usher you out towards the nearest portal, anyway. The world is your oyster, just try to be a good guest.

Comments

[spacecaser]

[Oh, well, now that's a sight -- when she reveals her arm to him, he seems mesmerized by the glow. It's beautiful, really, brightly iridescent until Iona dims it, casting them in a halo of light.]

Now, that is an amazing arm. [He means it! He's not seen anything quite like that before, though it does make him wonder what happened to make it so.] I would not have guessed this is what your arm really was like, senses or no. It looks... ah. Very sturdy? And eye-catching.

[probably would hurt if she punched someone with that, huh-]

[infusion]

[sadly tonight is not the night to punch somebody, not even canvas...]

I may not be the most experienced witch, but I sure know how to cast one hell of a glamor.

[Iona grins as she starts making her way around the gallery.]

And you're right, it's very sturdy. My arm's bulletproof, it doesn't burn, and it can't be frozen, much less get cut into... Nothing's sharp enough.

[Only Berna has specialized tools and the magic to even shave bits of it.]

And of course, it'll react to strange auras and unnatural atmospheres. So anything magicky, or weird. Like you!

Oh, sorry that sounded mean huh?

[spacecaser]

[Does he look offended with this grin? Absolutely not.]

Not mean at all. You only speak the truth. I am very weird, if not exactly "magicky".

[Nice to know, though! Iona can hit things VERY hard, and cast quite impressive glamors.]

And besides, who need experience when you can hit things very hard? I appreciate brawn for what it is, when used in the right way. [His own powers are explosive sometimes, you know.]

[infusion]

I know right? Punching is very effective even in supernatural situations!

[Speaking of, her arm's light begins to flicker.]

Oh, right. She's skittering around now. [She gestures to Thomas to follow her.]

Let's go. I actually don't know how she acts at night other than jumping from painting to painting so I'd say we should watch out for any other surprises.

[spacecaser]

[Her arm seems to flicker in time with his own senses cottoning onto movement here in there, at a distance. He nods with a shrug and follows.]

She did try to draw me into some version of a dream. Or hallucination. I suspect she will try to do the same again, though perhaps more... [Hand waggle, again.] ...aggressively?

Either way, let's hone in on her first, and then see if she will be up to any funny business.

[infusion]

[Iona nods in agreement with Thomas and leads them to the center of the gallery where most paintings are displayed. Her arm's light settles for about a minute until out of the corner of their eyes, they'll see movement between two canvases making her arm flare up again.]

Oh boy, she's a sprinter!

[She takes a few steps forward and glances back and forth between opposite walls until she points to the largest painting, an abstract piece full of colors and shapes.]

There. She's trying to use the colors as camouflage but I can make out her shape.

[And because it's so abstract, the blonde-painted lady looks a lot more disconcerting, her shape twisted by the paint strokes that weren't meant to make clear symbols or subjects.]