Ratchet (
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castleinthemist2012-03-16 08:52 pm
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Fourth Gold Bolt [Locked to room 13 dwellers or anyone who is coming aknocking.]]
[Ratchet's laying in bed today, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He ate some food left by Haku and just went back to his room after making his wish. If it was granted...then he would have a better weapon than his guns. Guns needed ammo after all. Something he'd have to keep wishing for. This wouldn't need that. There was just other things that came with it.
He had thought he would have been feeling horrible since he had stopped getting any real sleep thanks to restless dreams he couldn't remember and that strange vision of his own death again. And here he was, wishing for the exact weapon that killed him and he didn't feel anything. He hadn't felt anything for the last few days really. He just didn't. It just wasn't there, no fear, no sadness, no happiness, nothing. He just couldn't feel. He faked smiles well enough, as well as laughs and things but they weren't real. He was surprised no one had noticed yet. Maybe he was a better actor than he thought?
Whatever the case, it didn't matter. Right now his only concern was protecting everyone else. He was the hero, even if a dead one. And the hero made sure everyone got out okay, themselves included or not. And he was going to start doing just that.]
((OOC: So Ratchet's depressed and hanging out in his room. Aimed mostly at fellow room 13 dwellers but if you feel the need to come knock on the Lombax's door and visit, he'll open it for you.))
He had thought he would have been feeling horrible since he had stopped getting any real sleep thanks to restless dreams he couldn't remember and that strange vision of his own death again. And here he was, wishing for the exact weapon that killed him and he didn't feel anything. He hadn't felt anything for the last few days really. He just didn't. It just wasn't there, no fear, no sadness, no happiness, nothing. He just couldn't feel. He faked smiles well enough, as well as laughs and things but they weren't real. He was surprised no one had noticed yet. Maybe he was a better actor than he thought?
Whatever the case, it didn't matter. Right now his only concern was protecting everyone else. He was the hero, even if a dead one. And the hero made sure everyone got out okay, themselves included or not. And he was going to start doing just that.]
((OOC: So Ratchet's depressed and hanging out in his room. Aimed mostly at fellow room 13 dwellers but if you feel the need to come knock on the Lombax's door and visit, he'll open it for you.))
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She blinked when she heard the first one connect, and winced when the second one followed. She relaxed into a surprised expression, staring in his direction.
"Ratchet?"
Oops. Didn't know he was there.
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"Have you been hiding here all day?" She hadn't recalled coming across him at all. He had a rather distinct sound and vibration to his walk. It was incredibly hard for her to confuse him for someone else if she did cross his path at all.
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"You sound down."
It was both an observation and an invitation to borrow an ear, if he chose.
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Was she the only one in the entire castle who could cuddle down on the nice ground under her bed, and sleep peacefully? Well, until she got cold, that is.
Maybe that's his problem.
"Do you need more blankets, even with all that fur?" she smirked at him as she spoke.
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"So you saw Haku's food out on the table or did you get the apples somewhere else?"
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Aaah, food sounded amazing. Something other than gruel, and whatever they happened to find.
"No, Duo gave them to me. He said they're from the courtyard. I didn't ask beyond that."
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"Besides, I don't think too many people would like what I would make."
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"I like that idea. Let's just hope he CAN cook, right?"
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"Right! We just have to find him."
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"Hey, you don't know how to cook, do you?" she grinned.
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"I can help a little. I at least know how to wash and cut vegetables. Our cook used to let me help when my father wasn't looking."