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Post by Jarovbees on May 17, 2019 18:06:10 GMT
Kara's gentleness with the kenku -kenku child- provoked a warm smile from Solstice, who was by this point not surprised to see that side of her friend. She had shown kindness before,and if her estimation was right, would continue along that path. Her awkwardness didn't seem to matter to Quill, only her intent and in that the firbolg was in full agreement. It likewise occurred to her that having a child in a situation where children had disappeared was dangerous, to say the least. But casting blame would help nothing and no one, only focusing on what could be done here and now. She nodded back to Quill, that warmth not fading as she gazed upon him though concern remained.
"Aye, you're very brave. But you're also not alone, lad. We'll look out for each other, all of us. You listen to Kara, too, she knows what she's doing." Standing up, she glanced back over to the house and narrowed her eyes. That light now being in a different window didn't go unnoticed, and she nodded at Kara's assessment. "Well, time to introduce ourselves. We're a colorful bunch, all of us. Maybe that will work in our favor." Solstice tended to notice that people enjoyed novelty and it tended to open doors for her that would otherwise be inaccessible. If that proved true once again, she wouldn't complain.
Keeping herself at the front of the group, Solstice glanced over to Orin when addressed. When Orin's shield was raised, she perked up and smiled. "Ah, that we do! And aye, that much is true. I've sworn my service to the Emerald Enclave...and going back further than that, had my training in the Feywild's Summer Court. So, both Mielikki and Corellon are important to my life and oath. I'd not change it for anything."
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Post by Kestrel on May 17, 2019 19:00:57 GMT
Quill tilted his head. Help-help? Blow? What was the short tall-tall lady talking about? He inched closer, talons clasped, and watched with wide eyes as she put…something up to her lips. Something shiny. And then blew into it. The apprentice flinched, talons clamping down on either side of his head. Loud! Much-much loud! The sound was shrill enough that his head swam. He blinked – then it was over. The lady was now holding the thing out to him and, letting go with one of his talons, Quill reached out and grabbed it. It was small-small. He squinted. It was…a whistle! A loud-loud whistle. Quill looked back up and nodded, though he took a step away from the lady. The small tall-tall lady’s look was…scary. Her voice was firm, her gaze unmoving, and each word was spoken with hard-hard conviction. He clicked his beak. It really was a little scary, but…it also made him feel a little better. To know that there was a real-real adventurer there who would make sure he was okay. Like his Dad! Or his Uncle. If they knew he was there.
The kenku nodded again. He lifted the whistle up to the tip of his beak, clamped down on it, and blew. Hhhhhhh. He blew a second time. Hhhhhhhhhhhhh. Quill squared his shoulders, inhaled as deep as he could, puffed out his chest, and then blew as hard as possible, closing his eyes as his whole body vibrated. HHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The whistle whined. Almost enough to be kind of loud-loud! Almost. Quill stomped his feet. Blowing a whistle was hard-hard. Too hard-hard. He removed the whistle from his beak and held it up to Kara. He then opened his beak wider.
The same whistle Kara had whistled, shrill and loud, sounded back.
That was much-much better! With all that done, Quill turned to face the house the three ladies were also looking at. The big-big house. The scary house. He shivered…but then he lifted his beak, nodded at the blue tall-tall lady, and pulled up his hood. Brave-brave Quill! He was brave-brave. He could do this. As the group began to move out, the kenku bounded after them, keeping just a bit closer to the short tall-tall lady (Kara?), as he swung his talons back and forth. He gave the house another looks. Bad-bad house!
“Brave-brave Quill! Will come!”
He jumped a little ahead of them. It was a bad-bad house with bad-bad things, but he was brave-brave Quill and he would bring the good-good things and save the little-little kids!
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Post by moralhazard on May 17, 2019 20:19:50 GMT
Kara waited while Quill did his best on the whistle. Her face was set in a heavy frown, but she didn’t say anything, waiting as the kenku did his best. Finally, he held the whistle back to her. Kara grimaced, reaching for it, and - the kenku reproduced the sound flawlessly without it.
Kara’s eyes shot wide; Quill surprised her so thoroughly that the frown was wiped off her face entirely, leaving a much more neutral expression. She nodded in satisfaction and re-pocketed the whistle.
Kara found herself in front of Solstice and Orin as they talked, briefly, with Quill trailing just behind her. It wasn’t far to the house. Kara glanced around, cautiously, and waited to make sure the others were behind her once she reached the front door, sort of stepping in front of Quill to get there before him.
Kara didn’t mind being the one to knock. She turned back to Solstice, gesturing at the door with her head, in the hopes that the giant-kin would realize Kara wanted her to do the talking, then stepped up and gave the front door a firm knock.
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Post by enchilada on May 17, 2019 20:33:04 GMT
It was quiet for a little while, and then there was some shouting.
The shouting was in Giant, although, it was easy enough to pick out names in all that. One loud ‘Ragdain’, and one more muffled ‘Dave’.
And then the door was opened, and there stood a woman of about seven and a half feet tall. She the bone structure to be strong and athletic, but she just looked too soft in places, and skinny in others. She had a very square jaw, big, curly-coily hair that was styled mostly upwards, and grey skin, big black stripes up and down it, and one, painted-on lilac stripe across her face. She seemed as though age was starting to get to her, grey hairs chasing away the black. She looked down, a little confused.
“‘ello? Can I ‘elp yous?” She took up most of the door, making it hard to look inside. What could be seen, was a fair amount of wood, various burlap sacks, tools, and boxes, littering the sides of the floor, making a very clear walkway from the door, down the hall, and into the various rooms of the house.
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Post by Ossular on May 20, 2019 17:38:59 GMT
There was a slight amount of initial quiet from Orin as the group moved down the road, with Kara and Quill stepping just ahead. It worked- the eladrin would be able to follow them from the side of her vision enough to not walk off the path and still be able to converse with Solstice as well. Well, Orin hadn't really expected to run into someone trained in the Summer Court. She had to remember, though, that while it may have sounded exactly the same, it could have also possibly been different. Different realms. Different timelines. Different experiences. Differences all around, the Man with the Orange Eyes had said, but still similar enough.
"Emerald Enclave?" Orin diverted, covering up the initial quiet as they neared the house. "I've never heard of this Enclave-" it was true. At least she had heard of the Forest Queen and the Protector- "but, if you could, I would be interested in hearing more, maybe after all of this is done and put to rest?"
They had arrived at the house, and the eladrin would turn, getting away from her origins for now, at least. Kara knocked with a hard rapping, and then there was shouting. Was that... Orcish? Maybe some kind of Dwarf? It sounded garbled, strained, and maybe Norse in nature? Giant? The door would open, the eladrin's eyes falling to a woman that towered over her. Grey skin, muscular frame, square jaw. Maybe a goliath? She did seem to be very... well, Rico, in appearance. Kara had motioned to Solstice, Orin had caught that, so Orin didn't say anything forthcoming, opting to let the firbolg try first. Summer would handle this situation much more diplomatically than Winter would.
No. She wasn't part of that Court. Not anymore. She was just... Orin.
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Post by Jarovbees on May 20, 2019 18:47:02 GMT
"Of course, of course. I look forward to it, lass." Solstice smiled at Orin, her enthusiasm genuine. Why wouldn't she be willing to speak on a subject dear to her, especially if there was a chance to get to know a companion better in the process? Perhaps she would even be a good fit for the Enclave itself, though that decision was not ultimately up to the firbolg paladin. Still, though, this current mission would at least give her the chance to see what Orin was made of and she looked forward to that, whatever happened in the future.
As they arrived at the doorstep, Solstice perked up and tilted her head, listening. "Ah, it's been a while since I heard Giant...." She might have said more, but the door opened and she was faced with a woman exactly her own height. Finally, a reasonably-sized person! The firbolg flashed a delighted smile and offered her hand. "Ah, hello there! I'm Solstice and it's a pleasure to meet you. My companions and I were hired to investigate the issue of the missing children. You'd be doing us a kindness if we could just have a bit of your time to ask some questions. Would you be willing, or another in the house?"
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Post by enchilada on May 20, 2019 23:20:16 GMT
“Oh, good to meet you, Solstice. I’m Dave Starchaser Galkvarkipothvendren, but yous can jus’ call me Dave, roight? You lot come on in, and I’ll tell you whatever it is you need to ask. Suppose you heard about — Wentz.” Dave sighed, shaking Solstice’s hand with a strong grip. “I’m sure my wife will ‘ave somethin’ to pitch in. I’ll grab her.”
Dave got out of the way of the door, gestured through a door to her left, then headed on upstairs. “Sit down, won’t be a minute.” She called down, then some more, quieter Giant was spoken, muffled, but there in tone.
The house was, as seen, cluttered. And extremely colourful, and very warm. The hallway took a little navigating, in all its three or four steps to the door, floor littered with tools, books, boxes and stacks of letters. The carpet was a bright, striped orange, the walls were red, and hung, proudly, with portraits, depicting many different people, of all races, and vast landscape paintings, huge mountains rendered in exact detail, pink sunsets over yellow plains, cherry trees on a windy day.
The door indicated was painted yellow, with a big brass handle. The room beyond it was a little less cluttered, very little on the floor, but a fair amount of just... stuff... on shelves, on the coffee table, on the arms of the couches and chairs. If nothing else, the house was well lived in. It had a warm, homely colour scheme, and a big, fluffy rug on the floor, with the head and paws of a white polar bear. In the biggest frame, over the fireplace, was a family portrait, the only one with multiple people depicted. Dave was kneeling in it, next to her, a dwarf with dark tan skin, and crazy orange hair, and, between them at the front, a pale human boy, with black hair, dressed in all black, somehow clashing with the women behind him.
Dave thundered back down the stairs, dragging the other woman from the portrait with her. Dave kneeled by the table, and the other, presumably Ragdain, or whatever her name was, perched on the table itself, somehow finding space.
“These people are lookin’ for the kids. Oh, and this is Ragdain. How can we help?”
“If there’s anything we can do...” Ragdain began, hands in her lap. They were working hands, she was a working woman, a black oily smear on her nose, and more on her hands. Her hair stuck up, like the flames in the fireplace behind her. “Well. We’ll do it.”
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Post by moralhazard on May 21, 2019 15:01:29 GMT
Kara stepped back and off to the side once the knocking was done. She waited, shifting slightly once, then holding still.
At the shouting Kara flinched, hand tightening on her glaive, and shifted protectively, starting to move between Quill and the door. In another moment she realized it wasn’t a threat, just some strange language she didn’t know, and relaxed, waiting.
The door opened, and, characteristically, Solstice was there with a bright smile and a handshake. The giant invited them in, and Kara followed with the rest, looking around the room slightly. It was - nice. It felt warm, even though it wasn’t, really, very warm outside. Kara kept a close eye on Quill all the same, not waning him to wander off.
Kara looked up at the portrait, at the giant and the dwarf and the human boy. Her gaze fixed on the boy - the first to disappear, the one at the center of all of this. She looked back at Dave and Ragdain. Kara knew she should wait for Solstice and Orin, should let them do this.
Instead, she cleared her throat, and said, quiet and slightly stilted. “Tell us about - him.” Kara looked back up at the painting, then back at the couple before them.
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Post by Kestrel on May 21, 2019 20:10:19 GMT
Quill went right for the door.
He bounced, reached up his talons, and – oof! He bonked into the back of a strong back. The kenku rubbed his beak, feathers ruffled, and watched as short tall-tall Kara stepped up to the door instead and knocked. A pause. He then wrung his talons as weird shouting soon followed. Brave-brave Quill! Just because it was a bad-bad house with bad-bad things, did not mean the people inside also had to be bad-bad, right? Just…loud-loud. Loud-loud but nice! He still flinched and ducked behind short tall-tall Kara as the door swung open, his eyes peeking out around her. They grew wide.
Another tall-tall lady! There were so many!
This one was almost as big as his blue friend-friend, who stepped up to talk with her. She had funny, curly hair, gray skin, and stripes. One of the stripes was purply. The apprentice inched forward and looked past all the bodies and legs and into the house beyond. It was much-much messy! Almost as much-much messy as the apprentice rooms back at the Tower. Wood. Sacks. Boxes. More boxes. More wood. Wood in sacks in boxes. It was a lot! Nothing that seemed out of the ordinary to Quill, though. No little-little kids or magic things or scary-scary monsters. At least…not yet.
Quill shivered. All the tall-tall ladies were moving inside, however, and he scampered after them. The inside was even more much-much messy. But it was also nice! Quill cooed as he puffed his feathers. It was warm, almost as warm as the real-real adventurer place had been, and very colorful. Very colorful! Oranges and reds and yellows and pinks and more made Quill’s head swim. They were led into another room, a cleaner one but one still filled with lots and lots of little odds and ends, and it had a fireplace with different kinds of places to sit. Gray tall-tall lady left. Quill tilted his head and looked at the remaining tall-tall ladies. Should they sit? That seemed like a big-big adult thing to do! Even if he was not a big-big adult, he could still try to do big-big adult things sometimes. He then leapt forward, talons outstretched, and fell beak first into the white bear rug. He then rolled around, pulled back his hood, and looked up. The apprentice clicked his beak.
Much-much nice!
There was a sound behind him. He shifted around, still on his stomach, and watched as the gray tall-tall lady returned with…a short-short lady! Shorter even than him! This one had even funnier orange fire hair and a smudged face and went to sit on a table as the gray tall-tall lady kneeled close by. Short tall-tall Kara then looked at something and asked about him. Him? Who him? Quill followed her gaze. A painting, colorful as the rest of the house, hung above the fireplace: in it was the gray tall-tall lady, the fire short-short lady, and…someone else. A boy. He wore lots of black, with black hair, and almost looked out of place with the other two. A bad-bad boy? No…just different. Maybe he was one of the missing little-little kids!
He used his blue friend-friend's voice.
“Colorful bunch!”
The apprentice then flopped onto his back, legs swaying in the air, and pointed at the painting with a talon. He switched to short tall-tall Kara’s voice partway through and then back.
“Missing lad. Explain.”
He stared at the two stranger tall-tall ladies.
“No judgement.”
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Post by enchilada on May 23, 2019 11:32:51 GMT
Dave and Ragdain had told this over and over, and it was some time ago now. They weren’t as saddened by it anymore, like a death in the family but a little easier to have hope. And they did, they were hopeful, but they were also practical — so long? It was unlikely. But just maybe.
“You want to hear about Wentz? Right. Well. Back in our hometown, we was... we was the ones who was looking after them kids who don’t got nowhere, like there’s no place in the orphanage and they ain’t nice or cute enough for some noble to take pity or whatever. We usually got ‘em when they weren’t little no more, but... Wentz was a proper baby. We kept trying to get him into places, cause we never saw us as havin’ a kid for ever, yeah? It wasn’t our thing, not really.” Dave started, a faint smile on her face.
“He tried lots of places, and lots of people, but they never worked out. Eventually it was clear that it wasn’t the places, but it was Wentz. We moved someplace quiet, we were the closest to him, and even though we didn’t always get on or understand... he was a good boy. So we wanted to go somewhere it was quiet. And nice. And there were some kids but they didn’t make him too uncomfortable. And now... there’s none. No kids. He went upstairs to practice his music, and then, it was just silent. And he wasn’t there anymore. No trace. He only took one thing with him, from what we can tell. One of his instruments. We didn’t find it. Not in the — not in the town, not around or in the mines. Not anywhere. Nearby forests — we... no trace. Same as every other kid. Never any trace. Like they just got up and left, no one broke in or anything. All the doors and windows were shut. Same as... everyone else.”
As Ragdain spoke, Dave’s smile faded. They were both solemn, a little quiet — but Dave continued, not wanting to leave it there.
“He’s a good boy, talented, very mature. Very clever. Cleverer than the both of us, that’s for sure. Whatever happened, he would have known what he was doing when it did. So if he could have come home, he would of, right? Right? Yeah.” She was looking towards Ragdain for support, she nodded, giving it over. ”Is there anyfing that we can — do? For you? I wanna help, I’m sure Rags does too.”
‘Anything.”
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Post by Kestrel on May 23, 2019 17:02:02 GMT
Quill listened, upside down and feet swaying, as the gray tall-tall lady and the fire short-short lady explained…everything! Much-much. The boy was Wentz – a funny name! Wentz was a tiny-tiny baby, though, when the ladies had found and took him in. Quill clicked his beak and rolled a little from side to side. Kind of like he was! He must have been a good-good boy then, too. What followed was lots and lots of other bits of details. All kids gone-gone. Wentz liked instruments. He went gone-gone and took one instrument and nothing was left. The kenku rubbed his beak. Nothing broken…no open doors or windows…just…gone-gone! Gone-gone. Quill closed his eyes, shivered, and then flopped to one side. It was almost like the bad-bad man who had tried to make him gone-gone at home. Was he there, too? A bronze beaked bird loomed in the darkness behind Quill’s closed eyes. He shivered again but, with a deep inhale, he opened them.
No! He was safe-safe here.
That was what his Dad had told him, and his Dad was a good-good guard. The best-best! He was safe-safe here. Wentz, though, was not safe-safe. Wentz. The little-little kids. The apprentice shifted to one side, climbed to his feet, and then walked over to the two ladies, his eyes moving from one to the other. What would his Dad do if he did go gone-gone that night? His Mom? His Brother and Sister and Old Mother? Quill reached out with a talon, hesitated for just a moment, and then placed it on the gray tall-tall lady’s leg. He blinked.
“Sorry.”
He then patted her leg.
“Wentz good-good boy. We find trace. Wentz come home.”
Quill then looked back toward his tall-tall ladies, tilting his head. What could they do, though? What would his Dad do? Good-good things! He scratched his beak. And, if there were no good-good things…he would find them! Quill was sure of that. He turned back toward the gray tall-tall lady, patted her leg again, and then pointed up with his other talon.
“We upstairs?”
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Post by Jarovbees on May 23, 2019 19:10:20 GMT
Solstice could appreciate a well-lived in home, so evidently full of life and love. She had seen estates which were more museum than dwelling, where one couldn't guess the last time that couch was sat in or the harp played, and those never failed to saddened her. Houses were meant to be lived in, like this one. She could imagine herself seated at that coffee table or reclining on the big fluffy rug, easily. The homey touches served as inspiration, for she wanted to give herself and Toby this exact atmosphere (though perhaps not the exact aesthetic). Not to mention guests; they will feel welcome and comfortable upon entering, if she has anything to say about it.
But, back to the subject at hand. Her gaze shifted up to the family portrait, taking it in with a small sad smile as the others spoke. A family torn apart was a terrible thing, as she knew all too well. Unlike her own, though, perhaps there was still hope for this one. And if not that, then at least closure. Kara suddenly speaking up was a bit of a surprise; she knew the woman has a good heart, though social skills weren't her strong point. Still, the fact that she had put herself out there was met with an encouraging nod from Solstice. Everyone was welcome to contribute, and she would never think to dominate the scene for herself.
Nodding politely to Ragdain when she was introduced, Solstice sobered as she listened to the couple's tale of their time with Wentz. Their air of resignation was noted, and it made her heart ache. Of course they weren't expecting much, by now. She frowned as the tale continued, leading up to his disappearance, and she ran a hand through her red curls, gathering her thoughts. A small smile returned, and warmth to her eyes as she looked to Dave and Ragdain, nodding in agreement with Quill. "I'd like to take a look around his room, aye. Which instrument did he take with him, now that you mentioned it? And does your home have any pets? I know it sounds random, but if any were around at the time, I could try speaking with them."
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Post by Ossular on May 23, 2019 20:20:14 GMT
Giant. The language was Giant. Noted.
Orin would quiet as Solstice rose up and started speaking to a goliath named Dave.
Huh. Orin hadn't expected that one. Either way, though, the eladrin went by Orin, which wasn't even close to a legitimate Elvish name, so it's not like she could judge. Instead, she focused on some of the other things around- the wood, the various burlap sacks, tools, boxes- all scattered and stacked down the hallway that they could see. The eladrin would quietly move as part of the group, taking in everything. For a giant, it was a pretty colorful house, all things considered, almost to the point of gaudy in the eladrin's opinion, but it wasn't her house. She could appreciate books and such, though- and the paintings as well.
The lot of them moved into a yellow-painted door, a less cluttered room of the hose awaiting them. She looked over the painting on the wall of this room. Dave, from the looks of it, with a dark-skinned dwarf with fiery red hair, as well as a pale human child. He clashed just due to the lack of color compared to not only him and the other two, but him and any part of the house that the eladrin had to this point in the house.
Ragdain- the dwarf from the picture, was presented. Orin would make a point to look over at Quill as Kara asked about Wentz (assumedly), along with the young kenku as well. Dave and Ragdain spoke, and Orin would listen. They had run some kind of orphanage, by the sounds of it, with Wentz being the first proper babe they had come to them. Apparently, they had tried to get him to families, but they didn't work out? Apparently, the problem was Wentz? They moved some place quiet, some place nice. Here- they had moved here.
Orin had thoughts, but Quill and Solstice were the first to speak them- at least close enough. Orin was more trying to think of creatures that would take children for whatever reasons. Could be hags? Maybe some other kind of fey? Maybe even a demon that was attracted by music? Perhaps some kind of ghost?
When Solstice had asked her question, Orin would speak up. "And perhaps you could give me more about Wentz?" the eladrin would ask, politely enough. "You said that he tried a lot of places, different families. Was there ever a reason that he was returned to you two? Did they ever say anything?"
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Post by moralhazard on May 23, 2019 21:47:01 GMT
Kara jerked abruptly when her voice came out of Quill’s mouth, turning to look at him wide-eyed. Of course she had realized he was mimicking them. Of course she had. But it was - weird, to hear your voice out of someone else’s mouth.
Had she always sounded so... gruff? Kara scowled a little, looking down.
Dave and Ragdain began to explain, though, and Kara turned her attention back to them, listening intently. Wentz had been playing music when he left. Doors and windows shut, no sign of them anywhere in the town, the mines, the forest. Kara frowned. Teleportation? Other spells? It had to be magic, didn’t it?
Quill promised they would find the boy. Solstice wanted to search upstairs. Orin wanted to know more about Wentz.
Kara was quiet, looking around again. Her eyes went back to the portrait, and she tried to think. Kids of nine or ten vanishing, back for - years. Wentz was the first. Kara rubbed the shaved part of her head. She wasn’t - wasn’t good at this kind of thing. People always knew more than they were telling you but she never knew what.
“What do you think happened?” Kara looked at Dave, then Ragdain. She hesitated, trying to explain, a gruff burst of words emerging. “I don’t mean you know - I - we know you don’t - but if you were to - to guess?” Kara shrugged slightly, dropping her gaze. She was sure it had come out wrong, but - they were as close to parents as he’d had.
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Post by enchilada on May 24, 2019 11:24:42 GMT
“ Oh, his room? Of course. It’s upstairs — I’ll take you.” Dave moved to get up, but these people were still talking and prodding. That was fine, they needed as much information as they could get. She understood that. Dave and Ragdain had accommodated it before, it wouldn’t kill them to do it again. ” He took, um... it were a weird thing, I could have sworn it were more of a toy than an instrument, just kind of... made noise. But he were the one who wanted it anyway. Wentz said it was a... kazoo?” “ Mm, he took his kazoo — oh, um. This is awkward, our cat, he was very old. Let’s not dwell.” Ragdain gathered her hands in her lap. They’d buried the poor thing not that long ago, if they’d come a few weeks earlier, maybe. She wasn’t sure what he would have known, but, that was less important. Any help was help, right? “ Wentz really only got on with animals. He didn’t talk to other children, he got so... angry... everything was very black or white to him, and he made up his mind about you in a few seconds. So, he lashed out a lot, even when he was small. We just figured he could do with somewhere he could be alone, and where it would be quiet. Or as quiet as it can be in a house with us two.” She smiled a little. Just a little. “ Yeah, yeah — the big loud towns and cities ain’t too... it made him upset, to be there. He was still a bit iffy, but he just couldn’t control his feelin’s or somethin’, right? A good kid. Just easily overwhelmed, like. And he didn’t really do anything, I think people thought that was weird, but he never liked to play wiv other kids or toys or nothing, he was a bit more... advanced. From real young.” Dave was fiercely defensive of Wentz, mostly because he was her baby, really, and partially because, on the surface, maybe he didn’t sound all that... great. But he was. They looked between each other, trying to figure out what to answer ‘what happened’ with. It felt wrong, to speculate and guess, but... ” I was in the kitchen, cleaning up stuff. Rags was doin’ her thing in her workshop. It was too noisy to hear anything, until I went to check on him, right? And he wasn’t playin’ no music and that just didn’t make sense because Wentz isn’t spontaneous. So I open the door, everything is how it should be, except his thing ain’t there and he’s gone. Window’s closed, everything. Whatever happened, he must have... left through the front door, you know? Right? Maybe he went out to let the cat in, cause he heard him yellin’, then something... took him? He wouldn’t have just left. Doesn’t make no sense if you know Wentz. But you wanted to see his room?” (dont wanna go too fast with yall but if you want, here. If not, ill just quote this later:) Dave stood, finally, and headed on upstairs. It was similar in clutter, in decoration. A few wooden statues were on cabinets placed in dead ends, openings in the walls that went nowhere, or might have been cupboards at some point, but were instead filled with furniture. One door did stand out, painted in all black, plain. Dave opened it.
The room was dark and cold. The carpet was dark, the walls were painted black, except one, which was red. Dave had made Wentz have one wall that didn’t make the room so oppressive, but it wasn’t a perfect fix. At least not with the lights off. On the red wall, there were about seven instruments, mounted, but easy to take down. Each was in absolutely perfect condition, not dusty at all. Everything in the room was tidy and clean. The bed was made up, the curtains were drawn. There was a big desk, similar to the other wooden furniture around the house, with books and parchment in careful order. The only thing about it that made the room seem like it could have belonged to a teen boy who was clearly working through some mixed emotions, was a small collection of non-practical items. On his bookshelf, other than books of music and novels and textbooks, were a couple of little wooden statuettes, mostly depicting cats, one depicting a slightly smaller than life hand, reaching out as if for something that fit in its palm. On the bed was a small soft toy that looked particularly homemade, with repairs of patches and mismatching button eyes. It was... an animal? Probably.
(Also could Quill please make a wisdom saving throw when he enters the room)
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