early morning to late afternoon

[seventeenth]

[Desmond doesn't look like he got much sleep, though who can blame him? From the early hours of the morning and into the evening, he's been prowling throughout the tower, the living area, and the old bridge, keeping an eye on the remaining residents and an eye out for any spooky shadow monsters.]

[Occasionally on his patrol he'll stop to check on those he comes across -- "Are you alright?" "Feeling okay?" and so on. If you're familiar to Desmond, alone, or otherwise look a little lost, you can expect get get a greeting from the ex-bartender.]

[backdated to the day before the Queen showed herself!]

[oversmiling]

[You know that weird guy who dresses a little like a priest? Well, he's relaxing-- after a fashion. He's walking around what he can explore without a partner, which isn't terribly much, but it's more than satisfying for the moment.

He doesn't stray too far from the living area-- there's someone he's waiting for, after a fashion, and he intends to be relatively easy to find. It does mean, of course, that you might stumble across him on your way to or from somewhere. He'll offer you a polite nod and a smile, and he's amiable to conversation.]

001 | Evening | Open

[overprotecting]

[ He opens his eyes slowly, body feeling heavy and uncooperative. All he can see is dark. ]

Subaru? [ No reply... no sound at all. His heartbeat begins to speed up. His hands press up against something solid and crumbling and cold. ]

Subaru?! [ He pushes at the stone in front of him, breaths coming out quick and shallow. A stone box. And he is trapped. Kamui begins to pound on the stone. Shoving, pushing with his feet, all the while starting to smell acid rain and rotting concrete. Stale, sick blood. Tasting sand in his mouth -- powder from the stone? He can't tell. ]

Subaru?! [ They had been together. Subaru could be in the same situation. He has to get out--

In his panic, he's managed to rock the tomb over, knocking the lid loose. He tumbles onto the floor, choking on his own breath and the dust in the room. ]