#artificialgrievand

Some hour or so after receiving the coordinates, Loom will arrive in the location Serket had sent. What were they looking at?

(ft. @artificialgrievand )

From a nearby crevice, a small metallic tendril extends toward Serket. It moves slowly, thickening before unfolding and stretching, then doing the same thing again, in a manner not entirely unlike a plant. When it is within Serket's reach, it produces a bud, which rapidly grows to a complex flower with concentric petals. Sitting in the middle, a shining key in older style sits, decorated with a moth motif; as well as a note.

The note reads:

"This Key Shall Turn Any Door It Is Used To Open Into A Door To My Realm. Even If The Door Has No Keyhole, The Key Will Produce One. Await A Moment, I Shall Make A Gate For You, As Well."

(ft. @artificialgrievand)

Normally, Artemis would have hiked back to the shop to use the permanent door to other worlds there. What with Maryam doing changes, and there being nothing but rooms upon rooms in her realm, Artemis found herself less willing to call it so. Wandered?

Whatever it was, it certainly made her feel confined. Sure, she enjoyed having a warm bed and a ceiling above her head, but even with the sheer scale of the building, it still was a form of indoors, and she missed the outside.

Artemis double checked her pack. Rations (both food and blood, whatever she was now seemed to be able to subsist on both), assorted knives, bow and arrows with assorted arrowheads, firearms with ammunition of various lethalities...

You never knew what might await when hanging around Serket.

Come think of it... when was the last time they had spent time together? The mansion?

... wow she had really been out of it.

Literally.

But talking to Maryam was just... so difficult. Artemis couldn't hold onto that grudge forever. Just had to find her.

Yeah. When she came back she'd do that.

Absolutely.

Artemis strapped the pack on, and opened the door.

On the other side, awaited the coast.

Artemis looked around, closing the door behind herself. She was exiting from what seemed to be a waterfront property, and she could see the coast extend to her left into the ocean some ways.

The ocean seemed choppy, and the skies overcast. She would have to find Serket soon, if anything to stay out of the rain.

:33 < i dont think i have any? i hope no one is out fur me!

@artificialgrievand

It took a while to trek toward the waterfront, and Callie was no longer sure quite where in Boston she was, but following her previous spell led her here. Many "people" had been skulking about on her journey out this way, and she felt like she'd sunk deeper still into the mire that east coast Boston had become, so her senses were on alert. The sun was starting to get low in the sky, so once she found whichever building she was going to search through she'd need to make camp for the night. The sheer amount of those mimic creatures that have stationed themselves near the water made this area very hard to look through, but thankfully Callie hadn't run into any altercations yet from her last basement spelunking about an hour ago. Finally, when she could just about make out ruble of long-sunken ships on the water, she found a building near a harbor that seemed promising.

You reach.

All you have ever done is reach. More, more, still.

This time, you reach for your friend.

You see things you haven't seen before, and as you gaze upon them in time, you embrace the wretched feeling of being watched back.

You think of love, platonic. Attraction, yes, but never the driving force. Ships passing in the night, and God, you cannot stand to let anyone go again. So,

You reach.

The things you find are finding you back, but you see something that may help you help her. You want to be her hero, yes, but you just want her to be okay.

Has she ever been okay?

Ah, I made a new friend recently