that which knows no boundary
it may have victimized your sister
do you not care?
or are you more concerned over a potted plant?
>Branches known thus far:
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Okay. Calm down, me. Yes it's my sister's room on the other side of that wall but there's also no guarantee that he actually did anything to her. She didn't even wake up during all that commotion and, um...
"...god damn it," I mumble as my feet propel me towards the door anyways.
Even though I'm trying my best to be logical about this and not lose my cool, it's pretty clear that I'm not going to feel any better until I actually go over there and make sure that nothing happened.
"Is something the matter?" Irene asks.
"No," I shake my head, "I just hope that he didn't steal anything of Allison's too."
"Ohh..." she grimaces.
"Charlotte, do you think you'd be able to trace where he went in her room too?"
"Of course," Charlotte replies.
>leave someone in here to knock on the wall and mark where faceless went through (specify who)
>we all go together
>we all go together
If his scent isn't immediately obvious to Charlotte on the other side then we have a bigger problem. Either he's able to covering his scent (and this whole thing has been futile) or he doesn't have to go linearly through a wall.
Once everyone's out of my room, I close my door and walk over to my sister's room. And as I approach her door, It hit me just how LONG it's been since I've had any reason to go in her room.
I mean, I hear the girls at school going on all the time about they snuck into their sisters' rooms to steal such-and-such outfit or complaining about how something that they wanted to wear got stolen in turn but I've never really had to deal with any of that since me and Allison have never been the same size. Now her and our mother on the other hand... those arguments were never fun to overhear.
But yeah. Since I never "borrow" any of Allison's clothes, I haven't had any real reason to go in her room since forever. not to mention my constant fear of walking past her door just as some musclebound creeper's leaving... ugh.
I feel sick just remembering the times when that's actually happened.
"Hey Allison!" I call out. "You in there?"
"What?" she shouts back, her voice muffled by the closed door. "If Mom and Dad want to use my car, the keys are on the kitchen table!"
"What?" I pause for a few seconds. "No, this isn't about-"
>I'm coming in
>there's something I wanted to ask you about
"I'm coming in!" I call out.
Ignoring my sisters protests, I open thew door to her room and march right on inside. Much to my relief, I find Allison alone sitting at her computer. Fully-clothed too, thank God.
"What the HELL, Cecile!?" she shouts at me, spinning around in her office chair just to shoot me a dirty look. "I don't come barging into YOUR room when the door's closed!"
"Yeah, yeah..." I sigh. "Sorry, but I'm trying to figure something out here."
"Figure out what?" Allison asks while continuing to glare at me. "Is this about how you all were screaming about someone breaking into your room last night?"
"Actually, it is," I reply.
"I was trying to stay out of it since I figured that this's more tree stuff..." she sighs.
>tell her the pertinent information
>tell her all of the things
>tell her the pertinent information
>It's tree business.
>Dude can phase through walls.
>He's fucking with us so we're trying to track him down and hopefully capture.
>We think the creep came through your room so is it alright to look around?
...why would they need to be hidden? I'm confused. The kitchen is inside the house.
The cars are only a few thousand, if someone has already broken in I'm not worried about them taking that.
I have donated the majority of my current fluff stockpile to the needy. With this super blizzard outside, I would like to think I have helped keep the homeless and needed warm and alive.
So for now. I am a bit short on producing any more fluff for now.
"Umm, right again?" I say with an uneasy smile.
"Dammit," Allison groans. "Please tell me that there isn't someone out to kill you again, because we both know that Daddy'll lose his shit if that's true."
"Not exactly... I think," I reply.
After waving Charlotte and the others in and making sure the door's closed, I go about telling my dear sister all about the events of the past day or so (minus Theresa's kite stuff, of course). Allison doesn't seem to take this all that well, especially after I explain what Faceless can do and has done. And by the end of it, she's sitting in her chair with her head lowered and her hand over her eyes like she has a headache.
Not that I can really blame her.
"So this guy can walk through walls," Allison says.
"Yeah," I nod.
"And he's like... some kind of master thief."
"And he broke in here in the middle of the night just to steal that cactus that I got you last year."
"I know it doesn't make sense," I reply, "but he left a card taunting me and everything."
"...and you're in here because you think he came through my room to get to yours?" Allison asks.
"That's what we're trying to figure out," I reply. "Charlotte's got his scent, and-"
"So while I was sleeping this guy could've gone through my underwear drawer, or-"
Allison leaps up from her chair and hurries to her dresser, tracing her hand along its surface until she reaches a medium-sized wooden box. After flipping the top open, she digs through its contents and lets out a long sigh of relief.
>time for the charlotte to go looking
>ask the allison what's up
>ask the allison what's up
>Arch give two choices and says pick one.
>Fluff picks both.
"Umm, is it okay if Charlotte-"
"Yeah, whatever," Allison cuts me off. "I don't care."
I nod to Charlotte, who immediately begins to trace along the walls of the room while sniffing the air around her. And I have to admit that she looks kind of funny while she's doing it.
But I leave Charlotte to her searching and return my attention to my sister, who's still in the middle of inspecting the contents of the wooden box on hr dresser.
"What's going on there?" I ask, pointing at the box.
"I'm making sure that none of my jewelry's been stolen," Allison replies. "Kevin got me this REALLY expensive diamond necklace after the police released him..."
I suddenly find my gaze fixated on a long chain of sparkling gold and diamonds. The way that the light's shining through the facets of every gemstone inside it is absolutely mesmerizing, I didn't even know that something could sparkle that much.
I flinch as the glittering jewelry vanishes from my sight and is returned to its box.
"Umm..." Allison glances at me with concern in her eyes.
"I'm fine," I reply, shaking my head. "It's just... really pretty, that's all."
"I know, right?" she replies, smiling faintly. "I'm just glad that it's still here along with the rest of my jewelry. I don't know what I'd do if any of this stuff got stolen."
"And, uh..." Allison clears her throat, "...I'm sorry that ghost guy stole your cactus. I know how much you loved that thing."
"Yeah," I mumble. "At least you still have all your stuff," I say, pointing at her jewelry box. "Are you sure that there isn't anything else that might be missing, thougH?"
I take a good look around Allison's room. It's got the same girly pink wallpaper that she's had since we were little and the same girly sheets and teddybear (I shudder to think of what that thing's seen) resting on her bed. And on her walls are...
"You still have that thing?" I say, pointing at a poster that Theresa and Irene are standing in front of.
"And why wouldn't I?" Allison replies, placing her hands on her hips. "I still like the show and I own -every- season on Blu-ray."
"It's still on the air?"
It's been what, ten years since it started?
"Yes, as a matter of fact," Allison says.
"You and your gay brothers..." I shrug.
"I don't want to hear about that from my gay sister," she replies, shoving me away from her. "And they're -not- gay."
"They seemed pretty gay in those stories you used to make me proofr-OW!"
Just as I'm feeling the full impact of Allison's strong jab to my upper arm, Charlotte calls out to me.
"Hey Cecile?" she says, sounding kind of uneasy.
I glare daggers (literally, thanks to my Branch) at Allison for a few seconds before hurrying over to my beautiful, non-abusive girlfriend.
"This is the wall that borders your room, right?" she says, pointing at the closet.
"Yeah?" I shrug.
And then i immediately regret shrugging because my stupid sister punched me way harder than I initially thought.
"Well I'm not picking up that man's scent in here at all," Charlotte says. "...Faceless, I mean. The only place I haven't checked so far is right here in the closet but I wanted to make sure it was okay to go inside before I actually did."
>ask the allison first
>Portals, how do they work?
Alternatively: Why did we ever think he has to come out on the other end of the wall? He already used puddles as escape route and I’m pretty sure he didn’t come out on the other side of the puddle but instead farther away.
>Theory A: he can just come out wherever. Maybe restriction by distance or something.
>Theory B: Once he moved inside the wall he can leave anywhere else that also belongs to the wall. For example entering on the ground floor and exiting in CC’s room.
We can test this by having Ch smell once around the house.
"Is it okay if she checks in there?" I ask, turning to my sister.
"Yeah, sure," Allison replies with a shrug.
Wasting no time now that she has permission, Charlotte carefully opens up the door all the way and steps inside... and stops.
"Umm," she clears her throat as she begins to rummage around. "I'm still not picking up his scent anywhere..."
She takes a few more seconds to check the floor and all that before stepping back out. And her face is bright red.
"You okay?" Theresa asks, noticing her expression.
"Y- yes," Charlotte nods vigorously.
>my concern is with what has her blushing like that
>my concern is with the fact that she didn't pick up faceless's scent anywhere in here
Arch. Pls stop being a pleb.
>"Kevin got me this REALLY expensive diamond necklace after the police released him..."
>I suddenly find my gaze fixated on a long chain of sparkling gold and diamonds. The way that the light's shining through the facets of every gemstone inside it is absolutely mesmerizing, I didn't even know that something could sparkle that much.
>I flinch as the glittering jewelry vanishes from my sight and is returned to its box.
I'm guessing David Gauthier's branch power is to mesmerise and control others, and it acts through gems or gold or valuable objects or phylacteries somehow.
"What's wrong?" I ask, walking past Charlotte to check inside the closet myself. "Did you see somewhere where he might've escaped to? Maybe he slipped through the floor..."
"Umm, no," Charlotte kind of blurts out. "I didn't find any trace of his scent in there. And, uh..."
As I drop to my knees to check the floor, I hear Charlotte clearing her throat.
"I don't know if you really want to be looking right there..."
Just as I say that, I spot a small, clear plastic box sitting under a pile of clothes. And even though it's dark, my handy night vision allows me to make out the shape inside... a long, cylindrical-
I involuntarily leap backwards like a frog, flipping over my own heels and landing flat on my back.
>we shall not speak of this
>inform the allison that I know
Man, why the hell wouldn't she WARN me that she had sketchy crap just lying around like that!? I know it's not exactly weird to have one and all but to be looking for something entirely unrelated and then "SUDDENLY, VIBRATOR!" is just... ew. And now both Theresa -and- Irene are staring at me like I'm crazy!
"So you, umm..." Charlotte smiles nervously as she heps me back to my feet.
"Yeah and I don't want to talk about it," I reply, but not before hitting Allison with a dirty look.
And judging by her reaction, she knows exactly what I saw in there.
"Anyways," I say, taking a deep breath, "you didn't catch his scent in here at all?" I ask, turning to Charlotte.
"No," she shakes her head. "At first I thought that maybe he went through the closet wall and then down through the floor, but his scent isn't in there at all."
"Well that's just great," Theresa says, heaving a sigh.
>throw an idea around
>maybe we can work from another lead for now?
>>throw an idea around
Do we even know he has to exit at the opposite side of what he moves through? That seemed like a huge assumption to begin with.
>Ask Irene what she knows about how his branch works. Can he just exit wherever, does it have to be nearby, does it have to be exiting from the same material (for example entering a wall in CC’s room and exiting the building from another wall)?
"Wait, so this guy wasn't in my room at all?" Allison asks.
"I didn't pick up his scent anywhere in this room," Charlotte replies, "so it's really unlikely that he was."
"That's a relief... I guess."
She then stomps over to her closet and slams it shut.
"But the only other place where Charlotte picked up his scent was along Cecile's window..." Irene says, deep in thought. "But that leads directly outside, and-"
"I had Rhaccy come right to her room when I heard Cecile scream," Charlotte replies. I would've seen him if he escaped through the window."
"So there goes our entire understanding of what happened last night," Theresa grumbles.
Since his branch is called planes drifter could it be possibly that its not simply passing through flat surfaces. But rather when he enters a flat surface his transported to another plane where he can choose to exit at any other flat surface, with restrictions probably?
"He couldn't be inside the walls, is he?" I ask, saying the first thing that comes to mind.
"I'd hear him in there if he was," Charlotte replies.
"Then I'm completely lost," I say, drooping over in defeat.
"Umm, maybe you should start with how this guy's power works again and go from there?" Allison chimes in from her position in front of her closet door.
"That's as good an idea as anything," Theresa replies.
And since Irene's the one who knows the most about Faceless, we all turn to her.
"As far as I know, Planes Drifter just lets its holder pass through flat surfaces," Irene says with a shrug. "It's one of those Branches that we only know what we've been able to determine from observation since nobody in our organization's ever actually had it themself."
"How useful," Charlotte replies, rolling her eyes.
I've actually never played that game. And I came up with Faceless's Branch ability long before it was even announced, much less released.
So you're not going to get any clues from that game's workings.
"So that's just what you -think- it does?" Allison asks.
"Yes," Irene nods. "But I mean... everything that he's been witnessed doing matched that description so we haven't had any reason to doubt it."
"Until now," Charlotte says, crossing her arms under her chest.
"I guess..." she sighs. "Llo-" she catches herself. "Er, one of my partners was even part of an operation to capture him once and he watched him walk right through a glass window and flip him off from the other side. So I assumed that if he could do more than that then he wouldn't risk himself by..." she trails off.
Irene seems especially bothered by this.
"Maybe he's just keeping the full extent of what he can do to himself?" I reply. "Like how all those people still think I'm 'Sunflower.'"
"Or how you helped me scare those two assholes off by making them think that I could curse them..." Theresa mumbles under her breath.
"Hm," Allison nods to herself. "So he's not necessarily limited to what you -know- that he can do."
"I guess not," I say.
If we can't go by what Irene's people know about that Branch then we're just going to have to work with what we've seen ourselves. And since I personally watched him walk through the wall that borders this room, the fact that his scent isn't in here at all must mean that he's probably not limited to coming out on the other side of what he passed through.
"Oh crap, that fence last night!" I say, snapping my fingers.
"Huh?" both Allison and Theresa look completely confused.
"When we saw him last night, he disappeared through a fence, remember?" I say, turning to Charlotte. "And you couldn't trace where he went after that!"
"..." Charlotte's expression darkens. "No, I couldn't... and I had Rhaccy fly right over it immediately after he went through it, too."
"So that's proof, right?" I say. "Him going through something doesn't mean that he has to come out the opposite side!"
It feels like we're finally getting somewhere!
>let's stick with this line of reasoning and work from there
>let's put this on hold and try to work from another angle for now
Now is when tonight's thread comes to an end. This one was a lot of fun, as the "figure out the enemy ability" parts were always among my favorite parts to do.
The next thread will be on Sunday night.
and now questions
>If you were a turducken what would you use your time machine for after killing Hitler?
Sorry, I don't speak Crazy.
>>the "figure out the enemy ability" parts were always among my favorite parts to do.
>Are you sure it isn't writing about sex toys?
>What would Gabbers, Abs and Faceless think of Loser?
Gabrielle would think that he's a weirdo.
Theresa would think that he's like Super Amazing and wonder what the secret of his constant "falures" is.
Faceless would find him to be a loser.
Princess Guard in 2017 hopefully.
I really need to get my writing motivation back.
>How much is Gabbers based off Ilya?
Not at all!
And now I finally sleep. Thanks for playing!
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