What the? [open]

[LOKE ARJUNA]

Ok, so he dodged the metoer (barely) and is now in a strange, dark place. The unintelligible advice of the Cthulhusaurusprite next to him was honestly not helping matters, what with continuous mention of R'lyeh and Azathoth slurred into the mix. Plus the occasional raptor noises, perhaps marking Loke as a potential meal or something, really didn't make him feel any safer.

As he wandered the house, he looked out of the window, only spotting darkness and seeing that his house was definitely not on ground level. It appeared the house was raised on top of a mountain-like structure. Ok, that settled the fact that just walking out on this weirdness wasn't an option.

Loke went upstairs and poked around the machines that had been dropped into his room unceremoniously. His bed was kaput and his desk was smashed to oblivion. Either way, at least the thing that spat out Cruxite Dowels was next to the Totem Lathe. Loke started layering cards in different ways, making a bunch of crazy looking punched cards. He tried his favorite quill with a photo of Cthulhu his grandpa had taken on an expedition. he tried the same quill with both a raptor's claw and a Cthlhu totem. That one took the machine a while to punch. He tried a bunch of weird knickknacks with random stuff lying about his room, including (but not limited to): a Science Now magazine with a model of Nyarlothotep, a novel by Joseph Campbell with a bottlecap, a documentary on some African tribe with another documentary on old Norse Vikings, and a bunch of other nonsensical things. He then had the Dowels carved, though he honestly though some of them seemed to look quite alike, and brought them to his bathroom, where the Alchemiter lay.

Loke placed the carved dowels on the machine's dais. It didn't seem to make a lot of sense, but he pressed process for all of them, having forgotten which one was which. he got a myriad of useless crap, but at least the quill came out more interesting than the original. He'd tried combining the quill with the raptor claw and the Cthulhu statuette, and it yielded a tiny-raptor-clawed quill with tentacles spawning out the back instead of the feather. He tried writing with it, but it seemed like the ink moved away from the tip, or else he was much lower on ink than he thought. That suited Loke fine, maybe it meant that the pen wrote fine without ink. He tried it on paper, but the paper avoided it too. This was getting tedious. Perhaps this wasn't the greatest item ever. he went back and tried the creation process again with the quill, then the statuette, then the raptor skeleton (he just reattached the claw to it).

Once made, the quill appeared to be a quill with the raptor's spine instead of the feather, ending in a raptor's head, but with a few tentacles coming out of the mouth. Loke tested its writing capabilities. The inkwell seemed more full when he dipped the tip, and even darker, as if it were mixed with pure shadows. Loke tried it on the paper. No ink seemed to be on the tip, but it wrote anyway, and where it touched the paper seemed to blacken of its own accord, as if its essence died a bit when written on. Loke looked into the eyes of the raptor-quill pen thing. They appeared to stare back from its dark sockets. Its card marked it as "Render of Extinction." That was certainly odd. The other thing was that apparently the quill even wrote on the air, or made the air a writable surface. Loke stood there speculating on the quill's powers until a sudden crash came from downstairs.

"Oh bother."