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Who: William Twining (

notsolomon) and you!
When: 10/23-11/31
Where: Various places in Blanc
What: The jobs "don't stop til' you get enough," and "insaneJournal." Also a free post for non-job related threads.
Rating: None

I: Carbuncle Hunting

[It's been hours tramping through the forest and there is no carbuncle in sight. William's getting fed up with the way their noble purpose is being thwarted. Doesn't the creature value the possibility of contributing to science? But there is no point in being too cross and the day is a pleasant one, so after a moment he proposes that the two of you sit down. And enjoy the picnic basket of food he brought just for this occasion. Because you can’t work on an empty stomach. And maybe the carbuncle would like some food too. Treating it to a good meal would be a fair exchange for it's gem.]

I swore the local people said there were some of those creatures in here. Hopefully they're just shy.

II: Haunted Hospital Time [closed to Yew]

[William had come to accept the very real existence of the supernatural over a year ago. It was hard not to when you kept running into demons and angels who wanted to either A, kill you or B, wine and dine you. Of course, there were certain things he still had doubts about. Like ghosts. Though at least it was only a doubt and not a ridiculously powerful desperation to ignore the horror of reality.

But now that William was wavering, he wished to confirm the truth about spectors and this job provided the perfect opportunity. So here he was with a notebook in hand and a very unfortunate companion.]

Come on, Yew. Let’s get going. I didn’t stay up this late for you to get cold feet.

<[Is he being a bit merciless? Yes. Yes he is. Sorry bro. But it's time to push on through those hospital doors.]

II: Haunted Hospital [Open to everyone]

[Despite everything that happened the first time he went through the hospital, William’s elected to go again. After all, there are people who could surely benefit from his guidance. And he does want to read those pages he missed. The part of him that loves a good mystery is curious.

So have a fearless William with you, one who is now immune to the jump scares, because it just stops being terrifying after the tenth time. You’ll definitely be okay. For sure.]

III: Wildcard/Chilling around Blanc
[Want to hunt for something other than carbuncles? Or want to modify one of the above prompts? Go for it! We can also do non-job prompts like studying, training and even just shopping or having tea! Don’t be afraid to throw up a prompt or pm me so I can write a top level!]

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[William stopped abruptly and gave Wander a pointed look, because really?]

You were the one who wanted to run away.

[At least Wynona is backing him up. Artemisia is looking back and forth, unsure though. She's torn between obedience to William and her ridiculous, goody two shoes desire to help everything ever. What is a fairy to do?]

...but, fine we can go back. But the moment something goes wrong, we are leaving.

[He wasn't a coward by any means, but that was a bit more than William was prepared for.]

Well, yeah, but that was before I got a good look at him.

[He hugged William's leg as thanks for agreeing before leading the way back.]

Mr. Dracula? I'm really sorry for screaming at you.

[No answer. He turned the corner and tried again.]

Let's start over! Folks call me Wander, and these are my buddies, William, Artemisia, and Wynona! ... Mr. Dracula?

[Wait! Was that... was that crying he heard? Oh no, it was worse than he thought! Wander hurried down the hallways.]

[Please don't thank him Wander. Please. This is just curiosity right now.]

He's crying?

[Oh god. But he sprints after Wander, not bothering to try and stop him or tell him to wait. Artemisia is keeping pace with him, now all concern.

When they get near the area where the crying is coming from, William decides that he has no choice but to go along with this.]

Sir, if you have a grievance, crying won't do you any good. Come out and address it to us instead.

[And please don't let it be anything inane, please.]

[As they entered the room, Wander found it was not Mr. Dracula crying, but a man facing the corner.]

Oh, what's wrong? Having a bad day? Well I know a few ways to...

[The man threw his head back and screamed. His body soaked with blood, the spirit dissipated as he flew through the wall. Wander said nothing. He only fell over, scared stiff. It was at this moment Wynona decided to brush up against William's leg. After all, the only thing worse than going back, was to be left alone.]

[That was something William hadn't wanted to see, at all and he flinched back against the door, because this was a new friend he wasn't acquainted.

Artemisia was clinging against his shoulder, hiding her face. William lowered his hand and carefully brushed one of Wynona's heads starting the wall. Was that a... blood splatter he saw on the wall, or a shadow.]

I do not think you can help that one, Wander.

[Not easily at least.]

Do you want to continue onwards though?

[Despite the way his body quaked, Wander nodded his head and squeaked:] Yes.

[Clearing his throat, he got back up and readjusted his hat.]

Yes. Folks here need help, and I won't leave until I've made their afterlife a little brighter! [He gulped to ease the shivers.] I'm sure they don't mean to be scary, right? Let's try again with Mr. Dracula. I think he's...

[Picking a random direction, Wander walked ahead.]

... This way!

[Well that was a quick recovery. Hopefully it would last, because they were both going to need it.]

Well I think it has to be helping them move onto... wherever it is they would go from here.

But to do that, we will have to get him to talk and calm down from his state of hysteria.

[It was hard to tell which way the ghost had gone through the walls, so William was content to follow for the moment and not correct Wander though. Besides, he had a suspicion the ghost might find them instead.]

How do you figure we get him to do that? I didn't think I did anything surprising, but he was awfully upset. Maybe I have to be even gentler?

[Wynona nervously nudged her snouts against Wander and he embraced her in return. The first turn led them into a dark, miserable examination room. Some dusty furniture lie crumpled in the corner, but no spirits inhabited the area. The next room was similarly empty, and the one after that. Wander frowned.]

Do you think he got scared away?

[Wynona did not like this. She could not shake the feeling they were being watched.]

Perhaps it isn't about being gentle, but about getting his attention. He's like a wounded animal. He's so distressed that he can't understand that he is being helped.

[Granted, it might be that they wouldn't have a chance to try a better approach with every room being empty. Though William did get the feeling of a presence here, much like that feeling when you knew there were other people in the house. Only these people were dead.]

Maybe he's done for the night. I mean there's a reason we're here at night and not during the day.

[There's a creek, but William ignores it, hoping it's just an old building settling on it's foundation. It sure as hell better be.]

I wonder what could get his attention...

[While Wander wondered, he set his sights on the creaky door. Maybe that was him! He took a deep breath, put on his best, if a little nervous smile, and then he opened the door. Inky darkness lurked within, obscuring everything inside. The sounds of scratching came from inside, that familiar sound of a sharp quill scrawling on parchment. How could someone be writing without any light to see?

Wander looked at William, perplexed. Well, if someone was in there...

... He ran inside, much to Wynona's shock.]

[William's first thought was that it was the ghost doctor scribbling again. Which suited him just fine, because he wanted a peek at those notes. The man who was totally not Dracula would have to wait.

He stepped inside cautiously, not that afraid at this point, Artemisia bringing in the light. Which seemed to actually be swallowed by the darkness. Well, that was different.

And not fair.]

Hello? Is anyone there?

[The scribbling paused for a second and then continued. Wow, it really was hard to navigate in here.]

[Along with the scribbling, came the hushed sounds of muttering. They were getting closer! The doctor seemed to be making observations on his latest experiment, and he did not sound pleased with it. Yet, perhaps their next experiment would yield results that were more promising. After muttering something about readying the next patient, a portion of the room lit up with a past memory.

The doctor walked away from his notes and approached the man strapped down to the cot, the same man from before. Scared to the point of crying, he begged for mercy yet to no avail. The doctor began his spell. Wander quickly ran between them.]

Hey, wait a sec, let's not get too hasty! I'm not entirely sure what's going on here, but maybe we can talk about it first?

[And the doctor was actually looking at them. It was a dissecting look and oh dear maybe it was time to try some logic.]

Doctor, while I am sure that an ethical argument will not work on you...

[Because let's face it, they wouldn't even be on this job if this man had known what ethics were.]

...I would appeal to your sense of pragmatism. The man you are going to experiment on, clearly he will not handle it. It's a waste of your mana to do so. And I suspect you have tried this exact same method multiple times. So why do something so pointless?

[The doctor sized up William as he mentioned pragmatics. He countered that if men kept practical, there would be no advance. To make a breakthrough, a chance must be taken. This time, he insisted, he perfected his technique. This will be his greatest triumph and they were to witness history.

While William and the doctor debated with at each other, Wander and Wynona found a little cover for now, undoubtedly planning something should an appeal to logic fail.]

Plenty of innovations are made without violence against others. What can be gained from having your subject so terrified. It's throwing off your results.

[He suspects this isn't going to work, because really, crazy ghost, but William's a dreamer.]

[The doctor brushed off William. Such youthful idealism had no place in science. But, if he was so concerned about stress throwing off the results, the doctor commented that William would make a more suitable test subject...]

Doctor, oh, doctor!

[Wander, speaking falsetto and disguised in a blonde wig and nurse's outfit, sprang upon the cot and held up a chart.]

It's an emergency. You're needed in room 103, stat!

[The doctor looked at him; even the man strapped to the cot stopped screaming to look. Was this... was this fooling anyone? His eyeliner and lipstick did nothing to change the fact he was a fuzzy orange spoon.]

Before William can worry about the doctor turning his attentions on him, this... disaster occurs. What is Wander doing? What is even... going on?

[He looks at the doctor and back over at Wander, wondering what is going to happen? Surely the doctor is insulted by this attack on his intelligence.

But maybe...

William looks to see if the doctor is preoccupied and begins inching over towards the patient. It's possible that he might free the man before the doctor wises up.]

[The doctor scowls, but could only see the chart as Wander pushed it before his face. He grabbed it from his hands and looked at it. These results were...

He cleared his throat and loomed threateningly over Wander, warning that he was only humouring him because he we wanted to see him squirm. Who could possibly be in need of his help? And for what reason? Did he even know a single patient's name?]

Doctor! I am surprised at you. Of course I know our poor patients who need your professional expertise! There's Lina Lemke—her birthday is in a week, by the way, I'll bring a cake! Then there's...

[While Wander began listing off several patients' names, their birthdays, and their ailments, he moved away from the cot, causing the doctor to turn his back to William and his patient.]

[This was another case of absurdity winning the day, wasn't it? But William decided not to question it, since that way lay madness. Once he reached he patient, William began to work on his restraints. No wonder the man had been in such distress. He was a literal fright.

It was taking time to remove the restraints though, as they were tight to the point that they had to be cutting off circulation. Or rather had, when the man was alive. Also the way the man was whimpering worried William. He had a suspicion the person he was rescuing was going to cry out from pain and panic, drawing the doctor's attention back this way.

'please keep him distracted. please, please.']

[As the man whimpered, Wander began to sweat. The doctor raised his hand and shouted for him to stop. So he knew the patients, good for him, now if he was done, he had important work to do...]

Wait! Don't forget about that emergency! Come on, doc, she needs you!!

[Ghastly moaning came down the hall along with overlapping concerned shouts. The doctor looked down at Wander. If he was here, then who was making those noises? He snarled and stormed out of the room. Wander wiped the sweat from his brow, but it was not over yet. He scrambled over the cot and began working on the restraints.]

Hurry, Will, I don't want him finding Wynona!

I will conceede that you did well this time around. [William sighed as he worked at the restraints. Artemisia had taken up a spot by the door and was watching for the doctor.]

Blast these are tight. [The patient made a keening moan and William flinched.] We're trying to help you, so just bear with a little longer.

[And then, getting frustrated, William pulled out a small hunting knife he had with him and used some magic to heat it up. It started slicing through the restraints much fast.]

Almost got it.

Thank you, Will. I liked your way a whole lot more. Sure wish the doc would've listened to reason.

[While he spoke, he hurriedly unfastened the restraint. William got through them more quickly and the man was finally freed.]

We did it! Where's the doc, Artie?

[He pulled off his wig and stuffed it into his hat. The outfit was the next to go and he wiped his arm over his face to take the makeup off.]

Yes unfortunately, there is only so much I can do in the face of a complete idiot.

[But the patient was free and it was time to go. Only now Artemisia was gesturing wildly and there was the doc, right behind her. Looking very displeased.]

Oh drat. I think we should all leave. Post haste.

[He's getting done. So very done.]

I'm not leaving without Wynona!

[The doctor locked eyes with Wander. For making a fool of him, he decided the alien would be the next test subject. He had been curious of his anatomy, and might provide promising results for his experiments...

The doctor advanced and Wander stepped back. As soon as the doorway was clear, the freed man raced out and vanished. On the ground, he left a piece of paper, a torn page from his journal.]

We'll pick her up on the way!

[It was time to flee though, regardless. As long as Wynona was out there, they could just grab her.

William frowned as their rescuee fled though. Not that he could blame him, but what had ever happened to having some backbone?

Seeing Wander being approached upon, William quickly summoned up a wind spell, blowing a gust in his face, all the while dashing for the picture.]

Let's get this and leave!

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