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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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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However, reaching for it also transports him immediately elsewhere before he can contemplate that too deeply!
Jarlaxle lands on a grassy underneath a tall tree. The sound of the sea can be heard lapping in the distance. Laios is lounging under the tree... but a different Laios than he's ever seen before, with hooves and a tail, feathers around his neck and shoulders, and strangely formed arms, one resembling a bird talon and the other a tiger's paw. He looks up, perks up, and waves.
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"Laios! Oh, that is a fine body you have made for yourself in the dream—you do not mind your limbs not matching?"
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"Laios," Jarlaxle says, quite sincerely. "There is nothing wrong with being a little greedy—especially in a way that it harms no one."
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"I would have my nails polished," he says. "And I would be wearing rather more dramatic cosmetics than I do in the Tributary, because I would have access to whatever I wished. And I would be wearing all my best jewelry and my most beautiful clothes and I would glitter somehow. I think. And perhaps I would be in the prime of my life instead of being near six-hundred, with a leg that aches in wet and cold weather."
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