Easy · Perception ≥ 2
Her voice seems muffled in the silent church. It's your ears adjusting after the exposure.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
Her voice seems muffled in the silent church. It's your ears adjusting after the exposure.
Suddenly a rhythmic beat permeates the walls, causing a small patch of decorative stucco to crumble onto the wooden floor.
Everything disappears. You are draped in silence like a drowning man staring into his puny little headspace.
It feels like flying on an aerostatic, or when your ears pop, or like a subtle difference in the atmosphere, a weather change hanging in the air...
No wind outside. No waves. No floorboards creaking. Total, continuous silence. This is... unnatural.
The machine seems almost alien with its pulsing core, the light casting her face in a strange shadow.
A small satisfied smile breaks free on her face, infuriatingly triumphant.
What if the sound you're looking for is too low for you to hear it?
Only a faint criss-cross of rafters can be made out from the dark, most of the tower disappearing into the shade.
You can hear some small animal cross the floor in the chancel -- it's that quiet in the sanctuary.
In the basins -- the water looks like it's boiling.
Cracks appear on the stained glass window. Cracks run up the wooden pillars in the dark...
THIS IS IT. A great roar, the vault of the roof twists above you, glass shatters somewhere near the door... it's coming down.
All you hear is your own breathing, heavy and hoarse from all the nights spent drinking... It's the breath of an old man.
There has to be. Something big, something unexpected... something new, yet to be discovered.