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MOD PLOT: HAPPY ASCENSION DAY

It's a long journey to Kulen and you’re paralyzed for all of it. The parasites aren't very delicate about carrying you there and you may get prodded with the odd pincer, but they diligently protect you from any external threats so you arrive relatively unharmed.

They carry you into a series of tunnels and into the belly of the hive where they lay you down on the ground. You lie there, unable to move or speak as more of the parasites converge on you, chittering excitedly and smelling you with their antennae. As the paralysis starts to wear off, they roughly and enthusiastically help you up and guide you through the tunnels, excitedly showing you around.

Eventually, you'll meet a parasite with human features who will give you a stilted, but genuine welcome. Apparently you are a special guest who has been brought here to help celebrate their beloved queen's first ever ascension day! While you're here, they want to learn as much about YOU and your traditions as they can so they can make this the greatest party ever.

The parasites implore you to eat their human cooking which is mostly composed of various things (both edible and not) that they've deep fried. They worked very hard and they will be very offended if you don't finish it. They also invite you to contribute to their cave paintings which are entirely composed of parasites doing parasite things.

During your stay, you'll likely run into other monsters who've been replaced by doppelgangers. Maybe some of them have been here for a while. Maybe others have just turned up.

Your quarters are dark and maybe a little cramped given that you're sharing them with a whole bunch of insectoid creatures and maybe one or two monsters. Other than that, they're relatively comfortable.

Settle in and make yourself at home. You'll be here for a while.

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A- Abducted, again

Egon had just been finishing up with AM, still covered in bruises and scratches from their little... tussle, when he was snatched up and carried off by a bunch of bugs. Kidnapped while getting kidnapped, okay.

As soon as he's free, Egon flails his way up, wings flapping hard, but barely hovering above the floor. He's sure they're not going to eat him- that would've been much easier when he was frozen, after all- but he's still not entirely sure what they want with him.

The nephilim is trying to avoid crowds as he sneaks about, blocked at every exit, and he seems... surprisingly unperturbed. Good luck if you see a giant, winged angel dangling from the ceiling above you though, flapping up a hard breeze to keep himself up there. "Hello."

He looks exhausted.

B- Operatic highs

You know, maybe this is fine. It's something else he can do rather than sulk on Valentines. These surprisingly friendly parasites want a cultural exchange? He considers himself a very cultured person. The nephilim has stood himself up to perform, singing deeply and passionately in front of a crowd of enamored insects.

"Porgi, amor,
qualche ristoro
al mio duolo
a'miei sospir!
O mi rendi
il mio tesoro,
o mi lascia almen morir!"

It's reasonable enough to not perform an entire opera, but he goes all out. Egon steps down from his makeshift stage, greeting someone waiting- clearly proud of himself. "Are you familiar with the performance?"

C- fried

Okay, this place might actually not be good- it's great.

It feeds his opera and junk food habits, anyway. Of course there's deep-fried dolls and paper towel rolls to wade through, but- well- okay. When he does find something nice, a deep fried banana or some beef, he's happy to share it- after taking some for himself.

If you're looking a bit hungry and downtrodden, he hands it over. "I believe this is edible, if you don't mind me having torn it open already."

(Oh, a banana? This smells promising-- Lucretia accepts it gratefully, torn bits and all, and pops a piece into her mouth.

... Maybe not. Her expression scrunches after a moment, but she still finishes chewing, and swallowing.)

I... don't know what they've been frying all of this in exactly, but I don't think I agree with it.

(She hasn't had anything else to eat though, so she's just going to keep eating the banana regardless. She's so hungry.) Thank you for trying, though.

Well... it's edible.

[He shrugs, sifting though things. At least there were a few fried mushrooms he had convinced the bugs to introduce.]

I'd like to make sure no one starves.

That's thoughtful of you.

(She's still chewing the banana with that same, disdainful expression on her face, but at least she's getting something down. She needs the energy, she's having trouble with her form down here in the dim light.)

I'd like to make sure everybody makes it out of here sooner rather than later.

Right, I'm... not sure when we're going to be free. But, at least it seems to be temporary.

He's hardly noticed his own corporeal form fading in and out, as long as he can handle things. It's a pain of being used to this, but more a pain not. Such is existence here.

How are you settling, by the way?

You mean besides getting dragged down here by parasites? Well enough.

(She's changed a lot since Egon last saw her, moved farther along in her transformation. The look she gives him is a little rueful.)

You didn't tell me the wings would hurt so much.

[Very interesting. He nods sympathetically, touching one of the horns he's so used to by now.]

These hurt the most for me, but I can understand. To be fair, most people will warn you that it hurts no matter what you become.

(She glances at his horns, and can't help wincing a little at the thought of them coming through. The price of having an overactive imagination.)

Yes, several people did tell me that... and yet, I wasn't quite prepared.

It's always a surprise. I didn't expect to disincorporate into light during my first fog either.

[He bites into something fried and winces, finding a fishing lure inside.]

Have you learned to fly yet?

You- sorry, what?

Stop eating, explain that a little more. I can't be corporeal in the fog? At all? What happens?

Oh, in the darkness nephilim discorporate into hazy light.

It happened during my first fog, but it aids with the pain.

Damned if I do and damned if I don't, huh...

(sounds about right honestly)

Do we... come back afterwards?

Yes, we do- would you like me to demonstrate?

[There are plenty of dark halls here, after all.]

... Yes. If it doesn't hurt you, of course.

No, it doesn't at all- come along.

[He waves politely, leaving the party by a ways until they find a pitch-dark tunnel, unlit by skylights or electricity. It takes a moment to figure how far from the light he has to stray to start fading out.]

[Sure enough, he does. Give it just a moment and the angel is nothing but a cloud of distant pink lights.]

(Lucretia has no problem with finding where her limit is. She feels a hooking sort of tug from somewhere behind her bellybutton and it jerks her to a flickering halt at the edge of the light. It's a pretty bad feeling. Egon doesn't seem to care, if he registers it at all: he strays into the darkness, and for a wild moment Lucretia almost reaches out to grab his arm, pull him back.

It seems wrong to go out there, that's all. She's not sure why.)

Oh- (She blinks, and he's gone. Or rather, he's new, something else entirely. She squints into the darkness, radiating a little glow in the dim.)

Can... you speak like that? Can you hear me?

[It often sneaks up on Egon, truthfully. But that's mostly his own ineptitude and complete disregard for his own health. The cloud of light doesn't move, shimmering the way a distant carnival does in the rain.]

Yes, I'm fine. I can't touch anything or pass through solid objects, but I'm hardly corporeal.

Interesting...

(She could try it too, maybe get used to it... but when she leans forward, she gets that awful feeling yanking her back again. Maybe she'll give it a go when she's back safely in her home, and not surrounded by parasites.)

Thank you, for showing me.

[He'll step back into the light, reforming with all his bits and pieces in place.]

Of course. Let me know if there's anything else you're curious about.

WELCOME TO THE HIVE

Egon Spengler | OTA | Will match format

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