Laios Touden (
myhungryass) wrote2024-08-04 09:33 am
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Laios's Heart Game
It's dark, and you are not quite conscious. You have the sense that you are climbing; that you have been climbing for a long time. You can feel the burn in your thighs, the ache in your calves. You're a little too hot, and what you're wearing is a little too heavy. You have the sense of taking a last weary, heaving step onto a plateau.

You find yourself in a dark, blank place, dominated by a huge, dead monster, building sized, as big as a tower. Each of its enormous heads that you can see laid out before you is easily the size of a ballroom. There is blood on its lips and nostrils, blood crusted around its empty eye-sockets, but there is a feeling of hollowness about it. On second thought, you're not quite sure if it's a corpse or a moult.
There is no sign of the stairs you vaguely remember climbing. You are standing on the surface of some opaque black liquid. It feels almost completely solid under your feet, springy, but your footsteps leave ripples spreading out in rings... all around you is a velvety, impenetrable darkness. The only thing you can see is the vast, lifeless beast in front of you, illuminated as if by spotlights, though no actual light-source can be found.
Its orifices are mostly clogged with blood, but somehow, as you stare at it, one vaulted nostril on the wolf's head begins to seem like an archway... the lolling tongue hanging out of the rhinoceros's head like an entry ramp... the exposed, hollow eye-socket on the eagle's head like a portal...
Of course, if you're not quite ready to step inside a monster, you could keep walking around its body and see what you find.

You find yourself in a dark, blank place, dominated by a huge, dead monster, building sized, as big as a tower. Each of its enormous heads that you can see laid out before you is easily the size of a ballroom. There is blood on its lips and nostrils, blood crusted around its empty eye-sockets, but there is a feeling of hollowness about it. On second thought, you're not quite sure if it's a corpse or a moult.
There is no sign of the stairs you vaguely remember climbing. You are standing on the surface of some opaque black liquid. It feels almost completely solid under your feet, springy, but your footsteps leave ripples spreading out in rings... all around you is a velvety, impenetrable darkness. The only thing you can see is the vast, lifeless beast in front of you, illuminated as if by spotlights, though no actual light-source can be found.
Its orifices are mostly clogged with blood, but somehow, as you stare at it, one vaulted nostril on the wolf's head begins to seem like an archway... the lolling tongue hanging out of the rhinoceros's head like an entry ramp... the exposed, hollow eye-socket on the eagle's head like a portal...
Of course, if you're not quite ready to step inside a monster, you could keep walking around its body and see what you find.
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He will totally push through with Scruffy Laios. He wants this conversation. Laios is his very important human.
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The atmosphere lightens. "Thanks, Jarlaxle. I think... I'm not the right one to take those new memories, though. Like you said... this is just the past."
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He doesn't have the words.
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He will backtrack out of the snake and back into Moon House before going to Hen House.
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This one is subtly inaccurate as well, just like Sun and Moon House. The swollen chicken feet that hold up the house are perfect down to the last detail, though. It comes complete with the enclosed mud yard and goat house out back, too.
He can walk right in, of course. It feels homey, safe and inviting. He can smell fried rice cooking. As he walks in, he gets a sense of being nurtured. Some of the details inside are wrong, too—clearly Laios has not paid a lot of attention to exactly what the chairs look like—but it's still recognizably Hen House.
Jarlaxle can hear whispering coming from the bedroom Laios shares with Laura and Louis. The door is closed, as are the doors to the other bedroom, the bathroom and the shrine room.
When he gets closer to the bedroom door, he'll hear that the whispering is Laios's voice. He seems to be talking to himself. "You're not a child... you don't need a new father at your age... you can't stay here, anyway... he's not going to stay here... you're being ridiculous. Sure, Falin said he's taken you under his wing... but what does that really mean? But, he wouldn't have taught me about how to have sex with a man if he didn't want to... to teach me things, right?
...but dads probably don't tell their sons about how they had sex with dragons... but maybe it's different if you're adopted as an adult?? Ugh, this is so dumb, why am I even worried about this! Get it together. You're not a child..."
The voice loops. If Jarlaxle knocks or opens the door, the room is empty, though.
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When he's inside the room he tells the empty room, "I would be his father for now. I have never been allowed to be one and I think this feeling that I have for him is what it is to by a father. I hope it is."
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If he brushes against the bed while he's in there, a memory will wash over him.
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He'll go and ask Heart Marcille if she has advice for where to find the real Laios.
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He does enjoy shirtless Kabru. Is it wrong to eye your surrogate son's boyfriend?
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He still feels hungry, but there's a sense of queasiness now as well.
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Other than that, nothing gives off a strong impression. It's not just ghostly images or anything, though. Everything's touchable. If he wants to play around with construction materials he technically could.
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Floating in the air in the center of the pit is a twenty-sided gem, bright and gleaming. It looks so tasty.
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Nothing bad has ever come of Jarlaxle making impulsive decisions spurred on by mystery crystals. He reaches to grab it.
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