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castleinthemist2012-02-15 11:03 pm
herotherhalf) wrote in castleinthemist2012-02-15 11:03 pm
001- Who could have guessed?
A coffin. Was he dreaming? For all he knew he could have been. As he awoke to the pitch black of his containment he looked up, felt around with his own fingers. Not a dream. He was a girl when he dreamed, living out the lives of those thousands of generations of girls. The second thing he noticed? He was weak, but not all of his strength had gone. He rocked in place, pulling back and pushing forth until whatever held him shook loose. He toppled forward, smashing along with the rest of the stone container.
He pushed the rubble off his weakened form and sat up, looking around the room slowly, taking in the details. The sights and smells, the ambiance of the sounds which he could hear better than any human. It was silent here, but he could hear voices resonating from within these walls. Lurks?
No, but the scent they were human. Something stuck too. A familiar scent. He seethed, thinking back to the moment when that madwoman betrayed him and left him to Gunther. Is this her doing? Or was it just a trick? Was he spun?
He pulled himself out of the rubble and started exploring the rooms, hands trailing against the cold stone sarcophagi as he headed down. Down a ladder, down stairs, down to the main level of this chamber.
This wasn't her doing. No. She was here but long before now. The scent still lingered in the air. Could be this was the work of some other higher power. Powers that be, he heard some say. Could be a demon of a sort, who he'd have to get on with. Or something else completely.
He continued onwards, finding a door at the bottom of the stairs and passing through. He felt hunger pangs pass through him as he walked and looked up with a look of curious apprehension and curiosity. A chain? To get up there? Rocketship. It didn't take him much time, but much effort? Yes. He was fatigued and following the sounds of those voices down this corridor would surly lead to these humans who had captured him.
"The watcher council." Could only be. No one else could have such a facility. He snorted a bemused chuckle as he headed down the final length of the corridor into a chamber with a glowing spring. What horrors could await them if he was right?
He rounded the spring once before moving further, down into a larger chamber where a small group gathered at a table, eating what smelled odd and couldn't taste much better.
He was surprised. Not what he expected at all. Not a single old man in sight. Good for him, he thought. That meant that nobody had any idea what or who he was. All he had to do is decide how he was going to play.
[OOC: Feel free to catch him lurking near the hallway here, watching and studying people in the common room during dinner hour.]
He pushed the rubble off his weakened form and sat up, looking around the room slowly, taking in the details. The sights and smells, the ambiance of the sounds which he could hear better than any human. It was silent here, but he could hear voices resonating from within these walls. Lurks?
No, but the scent they were human. Something stuck too. A familiar scent. He seethed, thinking back to the moment when that madwoman betrayed him and left him to Gunther. Is this her doing? Or was it just a trick? Was he spun?
He pulled himself out of the rubble and started exploring the rooms, hands trailing against the cold stone sarcophagi as he headed down. Down a ladder, down stairs, down to the main level of this chamber.
This wasn't her doing. No. She was here but long before now. The scent still lingered in the air. Could be this was the work of some other higher power. Powers that be, he heard some say. Could be a demon of a sort, who he'd have to get on with. Or something else completely.
He continued onwards, finding a door at the bottom of the stairs and passing through. He felt hunger pangs pass through him as he walked and looked up with a look of curious apprehension and curiosity. A chain? To get up there? Rocketship. It didn't take him much time, but much effort? Yes. He was fatigued and following the sounds of those voices down this corridor would surly lead to these humans who had captured him.
"The watcher council." Could only be. No one else could have such a facility. He snorted a bemused chuckle as he headed down the final length of the corridor into a chamber with a glowing spring. What horrors could await them if he was right?
He rounded the spring once before moving further, down into a larger chamber where a small group gathered at a table, eating what smelled odd and couldn't taste much better.
He was surprised. Not what he expected at all. Not a single old man in sight. Good for him, he thought. That meant that nobody had any idea what or who he was. All he had to do is decide how he was going to play.
[OOC: Feel free to catch him lurking near the hallway here, watching and studying people in the common room during dinner hour.]
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As for his garb? It was odd to him that he'd wear something that would potentially confuse others, unless in his time that style didn't quite mean the same thing.
"What kind?"
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[OOC: And I meant to reply to this a while ago... Inbox collapsed.]