~ when the player's ready for the mortuarium ~
Learner - With a sense for what's beyond the door, the iron too cold to the touch. "What did you do ?"
Mayor
- "It cannot be described. There was an
'error'. In our ceremonies. It swallows this world from beneath this ...
'mortuarium' even now as we speak, locked within its walls.
"And the Beast ... it's warned us it would use you somehow to escape this place once it has. Into your world."
Killer - "Then we should just leave you to your fate. Sounds like you've earned it."
Mayor
- "Damn you to Hell and here you are, right. But someone else
will come in your stead. you know it. And what I know is that you came
to kill." With despise, "And you will find what you seek here in droves."
Killer - "They do say a soldier's only welcome in times of war."
Mayor - "They say it right. We were a peaceful people, building paradise."
Killer - "So much arrogance in such failure, and now ... here we are. You paying me."
Mayor - "Indeed. I'll not go in there, the door bars behind you I wait here for your banging screams to escape it."
~ unlocks, unbars, and pulls the heavy door open scrapping hard ~
Killer - "The door had better open back up again or I'm the next mayor of this town."
Mayor - "And sheriff no doubt."
Killer - "Judge."
Learner - "Jury !"
Mayor - "And executioner ..." a laugh to the crow pecking in the street. "Well alright then. Well met. Perhaps there is hope for us after all."
The door slams behind the player, the lock bangs through.
Ghosts of funeraries fade among the open caskets in the circular entryway. The tears of mourners and their eulogies, good people spoken of dubiously, the dubious spoken of well, been taken by the beasts of the woods surrounding.
In passing they become angrier, seeking to lash the beast out, building to screams of rage at some dragon before silenced and gone. But for the Mortician staring in his tall hat and jeweler's monocle, cane seeming forged from the cast of a brain stem to the spinal chord.
He examines them a moment, tips his hat and turns passing through the door where Hell's vine works grows most thick.
Learner - "I swear to God this is why I picked Demonology. Everyone was like 'you should be a ghost hunter !' And I was like 'fuck that'. Just a bunch of cold ass breezes banging pots and pans.
"But Demonology ? Those be the real haunts. Right ? Lesson learned. I'm going the way where it's not Hell. We're gonna need a map from the service booth."
Killer - "Why do we need a map ? The path is clear. Look."
Learner - "I like maps ! And also the secrets ... like you care. I'll catch up when everything's dead. Or you could just join me ... but we both know that's not happening because you're a gun wielding lunatic looking for a corpse."
Killer - "Lunatic now. 'Moon madness' ? So Pych 101 wasn't on the learner's list then."
Learner - "Lost track when they went DSM ... did you know like every contributor has a position with a pharmaceutical company ? Literally every single one of them."
Killer - "I did know that."
Learner - Smiles turning away for the booth, "I bet you did ... you comin' or killin' ?"If the Killer tries the middle door, it's found locked.
Learner
- From inside the booth, "Ha ! Here ya go." A loud buzzer and click announces the unlocked
door. "If you die I'm going home." Attention turns to babble about
finds and drawers and where the hell's the goddamn map while the Killer
enters.
Learner - "I've got to lock it behind you or the whole town is completely fucked and so am I."
Killer - Opens it slowly examining, "You've got your priorities backwards. I think we can see clearly we're saving these people a fate they deserve. This is a pure mercenary gig and get used to it. Ready."
The door locks behind.
Hell's biosphere has had time to grow here, voraciously clogging the hall. In the rooms to the side, etchers etching and sketchers sketching undistracted around dissection corpses posed suspended from trellises with their skin peeled back as elegant cloth, positioned in scenes of drama and enlightenment.
And we're still talking about history.
Posed here according to their actual etchings.Killer - "It's exactly what I imagined."
...
Learner - "Really ?"
Killer - Loads, "Yeah. Keep going. This place isn't that big and the operating theater should be right up right through these doors ahead, the classrooms wrapping around. How's that map ?"
Learner - "You're ... right ! And how do you know that do tell ?"
Killer - "They have these in the army."
Learner - "Explain."
Killer - "Never. But something about it feels right like home."
...
Learner - "Knock knock."
...
Killer - "Who's there."
Learner - "I want you to live."
The door clicks locked as the Learner shuffles off on the other side, play resumes.