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The Photographer and the Shadow (Inscryption fan story pt 1)
(Part 1 of a four part story of Juno's interaction with leshy before the events of the game. Next few parts will be posted over the course of the next few days. One part per day until all four parts are posted. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all enjoy it! With that all being said let's begin! --Misty)
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Everything was quiet..too quiet..Every Isle all that was there was painstakingly silent. P03’s factory had gone completely offline, machines once powered with electrical life were powered down and left to rust. The hallowed halls of Magnificus tower lacked any magic; his students each still resided within their respective rooms but the wizard himself was no where to be found. Even the once ‘lively’ tombs of Grimora’s crypt were deathly still. Every isle was quite..all except for one. Deep, deep within the forest life continued for those who dwell in it; each one surprisingly more chipper than usual. The Angler had lost any glumness he once held. The Trapper and Trader had been excitedly whispering to each other for hours now. And the Prospector's smile was even more wider than usual. And Leshy knew why. It was the same reason why he himself had been in a far cheerier mood lately. It was the same reason that gifted him three new cards and a new eye for his game…It was the same reason that left him feeling as though the shadows were watching his every move..
“...I know you are there…” He claims to seemingly no one but himself. Raising his head from his hands, his eyes swirling with curls of orange pulsing with acknowledgment as their gaze falls onto the far corner of the room. The corner was blanketed in darkness..nothing was there beyond cobwebs and dust and yet from the depths of the shadowy corner a lone eye opens. Golden in hue and voided of any complex details, yet he could senses the discontentment and mild anger that burned within its gaze. For a moment he holds his tongue his words failing to come forth as he stares back at the yellow orb his fingers nervously tapping against his knuckles as he tries to further read the lone facial feature however as minutes ticked by he knew that his efforts were all in vain. Sucking in a deep breath of still air he exhales it quietly before beckoning for this thing..whatever it was to step closer. “Come on out now. There is no need to hide; I will not bite.”
“No..But you will fight if one comes your way..” Those words… they were mere words and yet they were able to cut through the quickly building tension in the air like a knife. What were word that in the past would have been stated kindly if not the slightest bit bluntly were now frigid and venomous… But the creature in the dark heeds his words.
The first thing to emerge is a hand. Made of inky black skin and draped in a curtain of baby blue fabric it claws at the wall adjacent to it using it as a makeshift leverage point as the rest of the creature followed suit. Seven feet in height, dressed in a blue gown a woman emerges from the dark although it was hard to tell if not for her head of midnight blue hair. She was far shorter than Leshy; at least a good two feet and yet despite it he was the one that felt small as the rest of her body is pulled from the darkened corner. Her face was expressionless. Lacking any mouth the rest of her facial features were drawn out in bright blue lines that made out the distinct details of her nose and brow line but the latter barely moves as she stares at him with a cold hearted gaze.
“...Juno, Scrybe of Shadow,” He proclaims to her solemnly
“Leshy, Scrybe of Beast,” She calmly retorts back in turn.
Silence quickly fell between them as introductions were shortly made. Tensions were rising high. Though he could not entirely tell that she was upset based off facial expressions the stiffness in her posture and the coldness in her voice were enough an indication. His finger scrapes at a scab that had formed on his knuckle, his gaze refusing too pry itself off of the other scrybe even though he desperately wanted to. He knew Juno was not a confrontational type of person. She rarely participated in fights or arguments, and anger was not something that bubbled and brewed in her blood like some of the others. Like another scrybe they both knew; she preferred to talk matters out. To find the civil solution to things without the need for fighting.
But that did not mean that she was completely pacifist; for if a confrontation did need to be made and no one else was around to do it she would be..relatively unafraid to step up to the plate. His hands twitch to grab his camera from beneath the table. Just one careful aim of it, and a click of the shutter and this situation would be over and done with in a single flash. It was that simple..however it wasn’t that simple..Juno was far faster than him. If he even tried to reach for his camera she would snatch it up before he could even reach for it. He couldn’t fight her either; she may be weaker than him in physical strength but in terms of agility he was outmatched as she could easily move through the shadows to escape his grasp; and if she manages to gather enough his own shadow all his efforts to be in vein.
“..I did not come for a fight if that’s what you’re thinking,” But fortunately he was spared the need of having to start a new conversation. “..I’ve come to…Congratulate you. It seems as though you are the victory of this round..Congratulations Scrybe of Beast. Well done.”
“..You do not sound that congratulatory..” He was right. For though Juno’s voice lacked spite; displeasure was still prominent even if she spoke in a hushed and oddly calm tone.
“..No I suppose I do not..However can you truely blame me? After all it’s rather difficult for me to congratulate someone who used such brutal tactics to get what he wanted.”
“The others have done the same in the past-”
“And yet none of them stabbed another scrybe’s eye out!”
Wait how did she-
To be continued in part 2
The Photographer and the Shadow (Inscryption fan story pt 2)
(Part two of four of a four part story. Part one can be found here: Part one) ......................................................................................................................
“H-How did you..”
Leshy’s blood ran cold, or at least whatever the plant equivalent of blood did anyway. Sunken eyes widen in shock and fear as dread pounds at the heart of a formidable beast. A wooden stool is knocked over, as hooves stamp against the ground as the Scrybe of Beast quickly rose up to his full height. His mind yells at him to move, to grab his camera and play the odds hoping to end this once and for all but all he could do was stand there like a deer in headlights. Paralyzed by fear; as he watches the scrybe of shadows quietly walk towards the wall off to the right of them. Bolted down and secured to the walls wood grain was two tools that had never been there before at least not until recently..A rusted hammer that smelt of motor oil, and a aged paintbrush encrusted with moxes. Her fingers come up to graze the handle of the latter.
“You would be surprised on what you can here in the shadows,” She soon proclaims coolly; her gaze transfixed on the two tools welded to the wall. “...What you did was unnecessary Scrybe of Beast..”
“I-I did what was needed..” his voice quietly boomed. “..I did what needed to be done Ju-”
“That is highly debatable. Although; I suppose that some action was necessary but you could have gone about it a better way you know-”
“And risk losing my chance at control? Highly unlikely-"
"It is always power grabs with all of you! It's always about knocking down every obstacle just so one of you can have power over the game! How many times as this occured already? With one of you gaining sole power, poessing it for a while only for it to be ripped from your hands and start the cycle all over again? Its all become some predictable. At this point you've bested every single obstacle that has been thrown your way that I am surprised who haven't full changed the game yet!"
Her words..they rang a thousand and one truths. Someone would win, then they'd lose, then someone else wins and then it starts all over again. Most of the time one of them would gain control for a single day maybe a week at most before it all came crashing down. He himself has been in this very same spot a number of times however..
"Perhaps…although there is still one obstacle I have yet to face..” not once did she ever become an obstacle for him to face in his grabs for power.
The tension in the air was rising again although this time it was by his hand. Finally stealing his nerves the man of nature kneels down. Scooping his knocked over stool off of the floor he sets it down back into its proper place before sitting on top of it. From the darkness he summons forth a map, a deck of cards, his scale..and the always familiar candelabra that was the life line for all those were foolish enough to play a true game of cards. Two flames flicker to life filling a small fraction of the room with a warm orange glow that shimmers in the corner of the shadow’s view. Hunching over the table Leshy unrolls he map with a brush of his fingers that he extends out to her like a friend offering a helping hand, or a fool trying to beseech forgiveness. “Care to play a few rounds with me? Old friend
Juno says nothing at least not at first. In fact for the longest while she simply stood there staring absent mindedly at the wall in silence. He was unsure if it was because she was thinking over his question or not but at least now whatever anger she possibly harbored had died down a significant amount. No longer did it feel like he was being frozen to the bone or crushed by guilt like he was before. However, this does not mean that he lowers his guard. What happens next is unknown to him for now; and one wrong move could send everything into nothing but ruins.
A slight sigh is soon heard from the shadows; her shoulders slumping with the slight heave as she turns her head. Her gaze..it felt so numb now. Like it was devoid of any emotion; it was a look he had seen before in the past although he cannot remember where or even when he did. But it is a thought he does not dwell on long as he watches her finally move. Her footsteps make no sound but each one carries her closer and closer to the table till she is standing in the spot usually reserved for challengers. For a brief moment; Leshy smiles. Warm and kind like that of an old friend as he holds out a deck of cards for her to take. Her hand reaches out..
“...If I was not in such a terrible mood I would have laughed…I would have been delighted to play a few rounds of cards with you…” and moves past the deck. Raising itself high into the air her hand reaches out towards the candelabra and with just two pinches of the candles’ wicks..the flames had gone out.
"However, I am not in the mood..It would all be pointless in the end regardless..”
“So are going to let me inscrybe you? Just like that? No struggle? No fight?”
“Yes, but in exchange..” She claims softly. Bowing her head the scrybe of shadows takes her place in the chair that had been offered to her. Her posture is stiff as she settles her hands in her lap but her voice lacks any malice or regret. “There are however, one or two questions I would like to ask if I am permitted to do so.”
“....Very well…What is it you would like to ask?”
To be continued in part 3