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During "Jump To The Left" Player Plot

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[This timewarp seems, somehow, a longer distance than any Tsukikage will have yet experienced. It's not a matter of time, not exactly - that concept gets hazy when you warp it - and yet...]

[It's long enough that the sensation may leave the arachne dizzy, queasy. When the feeling clears, he'll find himself in... well, the room itself isn't familiar, but some of the patterns that can be found around it are. They're reminiscent of the things Tsukikage and the others found in Haftesal, enough so that he should have no trouble deciding he's down the (in the present) collapsed corridor. There is daylight through the windows, instead of mud - right now, they're still above ground.]

[That's if he's not distracted by the people. There's a circle of them in robes chanting lowly around an intricate... something constructed of bone, and already fog seems to be swirling up in between the dry white tangle. More groups are scattered around the circle, people watching and waiting. One young woman - also in robes - is whispering to another, older, figure: "I left the key in the closet - I thought, since we have it shielded from explosions from inside ever since Liam and Everett..."]

[They don't seem to have noticed Tsukikage at first, but now someone catches a glimpse of him while mid-turn. His eyes widen, and he yanks on the robe of the person standing next to him.] What is -

[This all gets derailed as the fog spasms up, a vague outline forming within it, and the chanting cuts off. The man who started to comment on Tsukikage falls silent, though he and his friend keep a wary eye on the arachne. The Fog God... is more of a danger than any monster.]

[One of the chanters steps forward to ask her something in a low tone, too quiet for Tsukikage to make out.]

[The response isn't good.] You dare, [the Fog God seethes, almost immediately.] I will not answer to humans - were it not for you -

[She's interrupted by two people at once. The first one is just the man who originally spoke to her, and he starts with a slightly louder, albeit still as civil and careful as he can make it, "Respectfully -"]

[But the second is a different young man in the circle. When he speaks up, it's a shout.] Don't try to blame it on us! We know what you did - the Day and Night haven't been around for decades, and if you -

[The Fog God is deathly silent through this, although the weight of fog in her shape gets angrier even with the first man's more polite interjaction. When the second continues past his first few words, the whispering echoes that always accompany her have risen to a muffled scream.]

[Her silhouette raises fog-shaped arms, and lightning rains down, smashing through the ceiling.]

[It fries the circle around her instantly, with the violent smell of ozone and burned flesh, and without giving anyone enough time to react. Then the room explodes into magic, but this cooperative ritual style just isn't fast enough to deal with the fire that's caught in the carpet, the way the walls are shaking and collapsing -]

[The Fog God vanishes with a violent inrush of air into the vacuum, stoking the fires. Along with it goes a pulse of - it can't be described as anything but anger. As it passes, the ground collapses deep underneath it, and Haftesal falls.]

[It's barely moments before the sky is drowned out by mud and falling stone, and everyone in this room is buried alive.]