Post by June Moone on Mar 14, 2021 6:49:36 GMT -5
Participants: June Moone / Open
Open/Closed: Open
Location(s): An old, remote manor, found in a largely uninhabited forest.
Time of Day: Late evening
Weather: Chill, though the house itself is unseasonably warm.
Summary: The Justice League Dark have sensed the presence of dark forces coalescing about an abandoned manor and agents have been sent to investigate. Feel free to throw anyone into the thread, JLD or otherwise.
Open/Closed: Open
Location(s): An old, remote manor, found in a largely uninhabited forest.
Time of Day: Late evening
Weather: Chill, though the house itself is unseasonably warm.
Summary: The Justice League Dark have sensed the presence of dark forces coalescing about an abandoned manor and agents have been sent to investigate. Feel free to throw anyone into the thread, JLD or otherwise.
The candles in the hallway flickered, their light fast waning. Long shadows cast by their dying glow distorted and merged, twisting and morphing as she passed along the narrow walkway. Wooden floorboards creaked underfoot, as if the house itself were groaning in pain. The air was chill, yet somehow close – a suffocating cold that caused her breath to escape her body as pale and formless phantoms. There was once a time that such surroundings might have inspired a paralysing fear in June Moone, but that time was long past. She had been forcibly imbued with true darkness, and this simply could not compare.
She paused toward the end of the corridor, tilting her head slightly, dyed red hair falling over one shoulder. Then, she waited – allowing the ambient tendrils of magic that ran through the house to tug at her, appealing to the entity that lay trapped within her, guiding her steps. She swayed on the spot for a moment, before continuing on, taking a stairwell to the left, ascending toward the attic, rather than continuing forward to the bedrooms.
With each step she took toward the room located at the top of the house, the stronger the pull she felt in her gut. With each step, the mould and mildew scented air tasted more like brimstone, and all she could hear was an incessant scratching, like the scurrying of rats against wood – hallmarks of dark magic, foreboding sorcery meant to keep those that wished to pry into the strange happenings in the manor at bay.
It was a good effort, but it was not enough. June, and the others that operated under the 'Dark' branch of the Justice League, would not be perturbed by warding hexes and curses.
Finally, June reached a large, oak door. Painted white, it had been splashed with clumsy sigils – eldritch warnings that acted as a barrier, a way of sealing off the space beyond. Those that tried to open the door would experience rather unpleasant consequences, and a worst, a painful end. However, the power within the symbols was not enough to rival hers – or rather, that of the Enchantress.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, more nervous uttering one word than traversing a cursed residence, June spoke little louder than a breathy whisper, as if telling someone an intimate secret.
“Enchantress...”
About her form, a dark miasma extended, a thick fog that quickly filled the landing and stairwell. For a few moments, the area was totally obscured by a rolling mist, before, almost as quickly as it had formed, the aura faded.
Clad in emerald robes, the Enchantress occupied the space formerly June's. Though similar in some ways, the sorceress' hair was darker, her skin paler, and Moone's kind eyes were replaced with those of a malevolent predator. Cat-like and glowing, exuding a jade glow, they served as a reminder that June's body was not just her own, that she also bore host to a succubus of the Nightshade realm – the Enchantress.
However, the glow was quick to fade, the young parapsychologist suppressing the dark urges of the succubus, enforcing her will upon their bound entities and taking control of the vast power the Enchantress commanded. Extending her hand, the witch made a sweeping motion, and the sigils ahead of her vanished – catching fire and burning with iridescent flames.
Then, stepping forward, her cloak sweeping the floor behind her, Enchantress entered the attic, ready to confront whatever darkness lay beyond.
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