Facing the Fleshmarket
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Jack stands at the edge of the water and stares into the darkness that will supposedly lead to the Fleshmarket. He suppresses the wild stab of anxiety that it will simply dump him in a tangled patch of Thorns.
This is crazy... This is crazy... This is crazy.
Holding his nose, the old soldier shuts his eyes tight and steps into the shimmering water.
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Stripes takes a deep breath and jumps into the water after Jack. The young beast can feel his mask slip away as he enters the other side, landing in a crouch like a predatory cat. He shakes a bit of water still clinging to his striped pelt and hears the whisper of his mantle call up around him. Stripes smiles a bit, the howling autumn winds had changed, now an eerie chorus of whispers carried on an unfelt wind.
He looks around, wondering just what this so-called Fleshmarket would be like if it made the others so mad. No matter what it was clear today wasn't going to be boring as he looked back to the other side of the portal.
"You guys coming?" He asked the other changelings.
Taking a deep breath, Otto tosses his cigarette away and steps into the hedge gate. The fur on the swimmerskin's neck and back rise as he steps foot back in the Hedge. The fast lane to the Arcadian hell, Otto can see the anxiety he's feeling on Jack's face.
"Okay." he says more to himself than the others. "Its alright." Looking around, Otto takes stock of the faerie freak show around him.
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Rook held the gate open until the other three had passed through, before stepping out himself into the reflection. There was that brief moment when the human side of him insisted that he was going to end up falling straight to the bottom of the river, and sink like a stone. Dense metal floated about as well as the average boulder.
The rest of him, the part that lived in a black and white world where the Hedge was a completely ordinary thing, thought that the human side of him was an idiot for instinctively believing in the laws of physics.
Rook noticed that he still automatically held his breath.
He glanced around beneath his sunglasses, prepared to hold himself back. From the description of this place, he would need to be extremely careful of his tongue. And his instincts.
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Xerxia just takes a deep breath and jumps in, not really expecting to need to hold it for very long.
Upon emerging on the other side of the gate, her roguish instincts kick in, immediately looking around and getting her bearings.
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As the group steps through to the other side they find themselves in what looks like a twisted replica of the Guy West pedestrian bridge. Thorns appear to grow from the murky waters underneath the bridge, and are visible throughout the entangled structure.
The whole group can see a large number of torches illuminating the bridge, and the sounds of chatter in a busy market can be heard by all from a distance. Rook, Otto and Xerxia also notice two huge Blunderbores standing by what appears to be the entrance to the market. These menacing individuals also appear to be holding onto a pair of large chains that hold a few shadowy feral-looking figures.
Otto stared at the guards and their freakish pets. "Oh why the fuck did I agree to this?" Otto thought. "What the hell is wrong with me? I could be back at the hotel having beer." The fur on his back rose under his shirt as another thought occurrs to him. "They could be in here. It's got water access. They could be looking for more stock for It's waters."
Clearing his throat, Otto addresses the others without taking his eyes off the two guards. "I"m saying this now, so they are no surprises. If there are any catfish-men in there, I'm out. Running, probably scream..maybe a little crying, diving back through that gate and far, far from any water."
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Stripes could feel the fear coming off of Otto, the whispers of his mantle increased in intensity a bit at the emotion.The tiger hurriedly suppressed the urge though. There was no need to draw up extra glamour right now. An overfed hunter was slow and clumsy when he needed to be fast.
Hearing Otto's concerns about the water, Stripes took a moment to gaze down into it to see if he could spy anything. Better to push those fears aside if they were going to finish what they started.
"What he scared of fish for anyway?" Stripes wondered to himself, his tongue darting out and licking his whiskers. "Fish tasty."
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Stripes smiles and looks back to Otto.
"Water all clear, no fish I can see," He reports.
It's clear from tone of voice and the big grin he's sporting that Stripes is trying to be helpful.
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