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pawnstorm2016-11-17 12:38 pm
moreasleep) wrote in pawnstorm2016-11-17 12:38 pm
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[OPEN] Thymus vulgaris
Who: Rory and YOU!
When: Late Calendi and throughout Chrysanth
Where: Thristiel Hospital, Caissa, and Various
What: InsaneJournal, Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough, and building a house
Rating: Aside from language, none
InsaneJournal (Standard Rory | Awake!Rory Optional)
[Rory gripped a large container full of coffee in both his hands. Just the outside of the hospital had a foreboding aura about it. Yet from the way he behaved, he may as well have been staring into a fireplace on a cold winter's night.]
Here's the plan. [He gulped down some coffee and winced.] We go in, you stay by me. Got it? Don't. Leave. My sight. Keep your eyes and ears open. That includes looking up and down. You tell me the second you think you hear or see something.
[While he had confidence in his voice, there was something very wrong about him. He yawned with every other breath he took. This man looked as if he were about to fall asleep and, though he quickly drank the rest, this coffee seemed to do little to help.]
InsaneJournal: Dog Edition
[Got lost? Separated? Or perhaps a brave soul going alone? Regardless, caution was vital, for the Limbod drew near. Spirits wailed in terror, recreating the last moments of their lives as they try in vain to flee. Just as the abomination closed in on the lone wanderer, howls echoed down the halls, seeming to come from all around. The Limbod looked, buying precious time to escape.
The tables and cots that previously blocked a nearby passage came tearing down. Inside the darkness was a pair of great, red, eyes.
It bellowed:] This way.
Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough (Carbuncle)
[Finally, a forest with no moving corpses. The plants were still alive, so that was also a bonus. Rory had already added a few samples to his collection and now it was time to work. Out of all the items, this was the most challenging. He breathed out a sigh and bounced on his feet. Perhaps he was just overthinking this. All he had to do was laugh. Think of it like a song; the singer had to inhabit the role of the music. He just had to inhabit the role of someone who remembered how to laugh.]
Okay. [he muttered:] 1... 2...
[He took another deep breath, then:] Hah!!
[...]
[That was entirely stupid. He put his face in his hands. It finally happened. He forgot how to laugh.]
Wisteria (Various | Caissa)
[One man's trash is another man's treasure.
Throughout Caissa, Petrosian, Capablanca, and even Moreau, Rory drifted through bins, stores, clockwork graveyards, and more all in the search for salvageable items. A project this big called for extensive materials, and he would not gouge his savings on the new when he could repurpose the old for a fraction of the cost. At the end of the day, he dragged piles of metal, wood, and glass around in Caissa. Or, perhaps he found you about to dispose something of the aforementioned material and he quickly hurried over, his hand waving in the air.]
Wait! Don't throw that away! I'll take it.
Wildcard
[You know how this goes! Throw in a prompt, or throw in an empty response or pm for a personal starter!]
When: Late Calendi and throughout Chrysanth
Where: Thristiel Hospital, Caissa, and Various
What: InsaneJournal, Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough, and building a house
Rating: Aside from language, none
InsaneJournal (Standard Rory | Awake!Rory Optional)
[Rory gripped a large container full of coffee in both his hands. Just the outside of the hospital had a foreboding aura about it. Yet from the way he behaved, he may as well have been staring into a fireplace on a cold winter's night.]
Here's the plan. [He gulped down some coffee and winced.] We go in, you stay by me. Got it? Don't. Leave. My sight. Keep your eyes and ears open. That includes looking up and down. You tell me the second you think you hear or see something.
[While he had confidence in his voice, there was something very wrong about him. He yawned with every other breath he took. This man looked as if he were about to fall asleep and, though he quickly drank the rest, this coffee seemed to do little to help.]
InsaneJournal: Dog Edition
[Got lost? Separated? Or perhaps a brave soul going alone? Regardless, caution was vital, for the Limbod drew near. Spirits wailed in terror, recreating the last moments of their lives as they try in vain to flee. Just as the abomination closed in on the lone wanderer, howls echoed down the halls, seeming to come from all around. The Limbod looked, buying precious time to escape.
The tables and cots that previously blocked a nearby passage came tearing down. Inside the darkness was a pair of great, red, eyes.
It bellowed:] This way.
Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough (Carbuncle)
[Finally, a forest with no moving corpses. The plants were still alive, so that was also a bonus. Rory had already added a few samples to his collection and now it was time to work. Out of all the items, this was the most challenging. He breathed out a sigh and bounced on his feet. Perhaps he was just overthinking this. All he had to do was laugh. Think of it like a song; the singer had to inhabit the role of the music. He just had to inhabit the role of someone who remembered how to laugh.]
Okay. [he muttered:] 1... 2...
[He took another deep breath, then:] Hah!!
[...]
[That was entirely stupid. He put his face in his hands. It finally happened. He forgot how to laugh.]
Wisteria (Various | Caissa)
[One man's trash is another man's treasure.
Throughout Caissa, Petrosian, Capablanca, and even Moreau, Rory drifted through bins, stores, clockwork graveyards, and more all in the search for salvageable items. A project this big called for extensive materials, and he would not gouge his savings on the new when he could repurpose the old for a fraction of the cost. At the end of the day, he dragged piles of metal, wood, and glass around in Caissa. Or, perhaps he found you about to dispose something of the aforementioned material and he quickly hurried over, his hand waving in the air.]
Wait! Don't throw that away! I'll take it.
Wildcard
[You know how this goes! Throw in a prompt, or throw in an empty response or pm for a personal starter!]
insanejournal: standard edition
...Wouldn't it be better if I just shot anything else I saw instead? Taking two seconds to tell you I see something is two seconds less I have to feather it.
[His second favorite battle tactic is "strike first". His favorite is "find a way to not have to fight in the first place", but it's proving to be an increasingly difficult one to pull off.
Also, he's not sure he trusts this guy...or at least not his nerves, which seem to be running a little high.]
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It wouldn't. We're dealing with [he raised his hands and did air quotes:] "ghosts", or more likely, some fucking creep. Tell me, I'll make a barrier, no one gets killed for stupid shit. Easy.
[Rory muttered something about things coming after him first, anyway. Seemed he caught on to the misfortune among king ranks. He looked at the empty flask and tucked it into his pocket.]
You done wasting time?
no subject
[He's still completely ready to shoot someone, though.]
We'll try it your way first, but if it really is "some fucking creep" we might actually have to fight them, you know.
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Shut up and follow me.
[The inside of the hospital was not much to look at. He never understood why places such as these had people believing it was more haunted than anywhere else was. If anything, he was worried more about tetanus than spirits of the dead. He kicked aside a few rusty pieces of metal so that none of them would step on it.]
Watch your step.
[So far, this was proving to be an entire waste of his time. He could have been doing something else, or better, he could have been sleeping. Lil Pete owed him the price of a cup of coffee.]
holiday shit caught up with me, sorry this is so late
[Of course, that also includes talking, but Robin's trying to mitigate that by whispering.]
np it happens!
Then why're you making more noise yakking? Relax.
[Avoiding a fight did not necessarily mean he wanted to avoid attention. Rather, he wanted to find whoever was here and end these rumours. All this talk about ghosts; his entire life he saw spirits yet no one believed him. Now, when he did not see them, people wanted to believe in ghosts. It made him sick.
He heard something, some frightened muttering coming down the hall by the sound of it. He watched his surroundings as he carefully made his way around the piles of rotten medical equipment. Anything could be a trap in this mess.]
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He follows a pace or two behind Rory, occasionally giving the dilapidated medical tools a closer look. They definitely look dangerous, but they should be fine as long as they're careful.
They're supposed to be here to look for clues, so when he spots a relatively intact piece of paper he kneels down to grab it...but when he does, it disappears, like it was never there in the first place. Re-examining some of the medical equipment has him discover that similar "papers" have been strewn about over sharp, rusted objects - it's crude, and not at all up to his standards for traps, but it's enough to work, and that's all he needs to ignore any other papers he sees. If he needs to, he can always try shooting them with an arrow to see if they're real or not later.
Speaking of arrows, when the muttering starts, Robin reaches behind his back for one, just in case. Not that it'll do much good if whatever's haunting here is incorporeal, but if it isn't, there's his Plan B.]
no subject
A woman emerged from the room, muttering something to herself. She looked back and she panicked. Quickly, she ran down the hall before stopping short halfway and curling into a ball. She shrieked, pleading for protection. "Don't let him get me," she cried.
Rory looked, not just at her but their surroundings. He could not find any direct threat. There was something odd about her beyond her hysterics. Her dress was old, even for this place and she never looked directly at them. It was as if she did not even notice them. Just as a precaution, he kept his hand on his weapon.]
Who?
[That question was for the both of them, yet when the woman did not respond, he glanced at Robin.]
You understand crazy?
[He slowly advanced to her, quickly checking each room on the way.]