#Fall of Dark Yhtil ;; Estir

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I like to think that the eldritch goddesses' anime effects are real. They project them both visually and the sound is diegetic. Get you a girl that can make sfx noises on command.

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The world is dim, despite the time of day.

The sun should be high in the sky and, yet, the only illumination from the yellow sphere in the sky seems to be honed in on one specific spot. This may cause some confusion for some, at least those that hadn't been privy of the cosmic horror's shenanigans last year as well.

"Do you remember? The 21st night of September-"

Yes, there she goes again. Dear gods what a show-off.

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“...You know, it’s fine that people like my sister more than me sometimes!”

“...Oh? Have you finally gone mad or, rarer still, have you finally accepted who the superior sister is?”

“Nope and nope! It’s just.. well, only one of us got eaten out recently.”

There’s a lurch, as the King in Yellow barely manages to contain tea in her mouth, hands daintily covering lips as she swallows. “Wh-- HOW CRASS!”

...She’s trying very hard to not crack a smile. Very hard. She’s failing. Her lips are quirking upwards just so.

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"Oh, you two are so sweet for taking care of your dear Gram-Gram's kids." It's said as fingers go to pinch a cheek of either of their faces, Ln'eta and Estir ceasing their glaring at one another. Only to lightheartedly give her arms a good few defiant pats so she'd release them, anyways, but at least they weren't paying attention to one another now.

"So, you have everything you need to handle them for the night? I should only be asleep for a few 'hours', as it were."

"Mhm! We've got all their favorite foods (even if some of this isn't food), I brought games and even some movies if they want entertainment!" Ln'eta affirmed, clearly sure that spawnsitting will go off without a hitch.

"Handling a swarm of brats is my specialty, after all!" Estir replied, getting somewhat in front of Ln'eta. Much to her sister's chagrin. "You don't have to worry about anything while I'm here."

The bickering between the two came fast and as expected, making Rhok'zan sigh as she rubbed at her temple. These two were nearly inseparable when they were growing up, but now putting them in the same room starts a fit. Rhok'zan wanted to complain, though she does have vague memories of her and Nyanlathotep having their hostile moments when they were younger, too. (Granted, they'd sunk a whole nation when they argued, but that's besides the point).

"Well, if you're sure you two can handle this. You'll have to work together, or you're liable to have some issues." Rhok'zan reaffirmed, pulling a bound scroll from her bosom to pass off to Estir.

The golden girl blinked her one prominent eye, beginning to unfurl the list of instructions. Watching as rotating the bejeweled center simply found more and more parchment to fall lower. So much so Ln'eta had to reach around her sister's puffy dress to procure it before it can reach the forest ground. Helping keep it off the ground as it only seemed to grow and grow.

"These, uh, these are a lot..." The priestess murmured, Ln'eta glancing down as the parchment inevitably touched the ground and continued spilling outward despite her efforts.

"Oh, not really. A lot of them are just the expected. Don't let them spill out into the material realm, nor the library realm, as they get fussy when anything there ends up with teeth marks." Rhok'zan explained, her ever-present smile shifting somewhat as she felt the shadows in the trees around their glade grew more solid.

"It should be manageable," Estir murmured, sounding far less sure of herself suddenly. "Ah, how many of your spawn are we sitting for tonight, anyways?"

"Oh, all of them." Rhok'zan stated, matter-of-fact.

The way both of them froze brought her attention back to the two, blinking as they both seemed pale (which for the both of them was an accomplishment). The two grandchildren glanced to one another again, some unspoken prayer to nothing in particular being exchanged before their attention returned to Rhok'zan.

"All of them all of them?" Ln'eta asked, sounding hopeful that Rhok'zan had just misspoken.

"Well, besides the ones old enough to take care of themself," Rhok'zan affirmed. "I'm not going to make you sit for ones that can take care of themselves, after all."

It didn't seem to calm them down too much, which certainly surprised the Great Old One.

"What about Amontillado?" Estir brought up, hopeful. "Surely she can take care of some of the spawn tonight, no?"

"No," Rhok'zan replied. "She has some sort of... 'tournament' happening in one of her silly videogames, but she had scheduled this months in advance, so I wasn't going to pry her away."

Rhok'zan watched the glitzy girl deflate, all four eyes rolling before she could stop herself.

"Besides, the walls here are rather thin. She'd barely be able to do much without falling through and disappearing again," she said, waving a hand in dismissal of the whole idea. "I don't particularly want my home cursed by one of you pulling her out." A beat. "I don't actually think you two can, even, and I don't want to find out either way."

"I still have a few hours to help you acclimate," Rhok'zan assured, giving them both a good pat on the shoulder. "So why don't you get introduced to all your siblings, hm?"

The question would be left unanswered, as Estir let out a quiet shriek as the shadows themselves seemed to grasp one of her tentacles beneath her dress, tugging with such force it brought her falling forward. The cursing at getting her dress dirty interrupted all the more as sharp teeth glinting in the many moons' light had sunk into the fleshy gold of her tentacle; pulling her into the dark of the woods with a scream of surprise.

Ln'eta watched all the while, barely suppressing her amusement, before large talons grasped onto her shoulders and she let out a curse in the native tongue just before she was swept up airborne and screaming herself at the dark spawn carrying her off.

"Ah, I believe it's playtime, then." Rhok'zan mused, watching the two be carried off away from the idyllic home in the glade and rather into the dark forest.

Well, this will be an eventful few hours before the party...

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"You know, I'm truly beginning to question the logistics of all cosmic horrors being family, considering." She's staring at the two newest denizens and squinting. They don't recognize either of them, really...

"Hm.. no, I don't know them either.." She's even the more sociable of the two, so that's really surprising.

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@royalreef replied to your post “The world is dim, despite the time of day. The...”:

oh god its that fucking fish in the audience again

Oh god that weird lookin' fishcat is out there again. Just keep singing, just keep singing--

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“...Is it over...? Has she finally sto--”

“Awake ye scary Great Olde Ones, let everything dismay!~”

An UNHOLY noise escapes Estir at the realization Ln’eta had merely CHANGED the song she was singing.

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“...Someone please make my sister stop, she’s been singing about how it’s starting to look a lot like fishmen for hours.” 

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...She’s not sure if she’s insulted or not by that, actually.

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It’s so funny that Estir’s playlist consists of all the music you’d expect

and then I hear “I gave your girlfriend Cunningham on my couch” and still have to sigh and add it to the playlist

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“It’s so nice to hear there are those that have proper taste in Outer Gods after all! I was beginning to be woefully sure that humanity had fallen ill to be so enraptured with such slovenly wretches.”

“Oh we are NOT doing this again.”

Ah, they’ve begun arguing again.

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Oh honey there’s a lot to unpack with those that we will Get To At The End.

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Oh good, she gets to take solace in the other her having to be played like a fiddle, too. Yes, that helps with the tension just a hair.

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"HOHOHOHO!!!" Well, at least one of these two is fucking happy about the new situation.

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“She’s still.. going... how is she still going????” 

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Continuing the tradition of icons made that will scarcely be used but by god JUST IN CASE.