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towerofanimus2011-10-13 05:39 pm
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Not all there
Characters: Cain Knightlord and anyone at all
Setting: Floor Three Library
Format: Prose, but will copy you
Summary: Cain is feeling the effects of being in Group C, clearly he should be bothered
Warnings: Sensory Hallucination
It had taken Cain and his partner in map-making more than just the one day to complete their task, scratching a map or notes on each floor carefully onto dinner plates. There were some floors Cain already knew he never wanted to return to, and at first he puts down the sensation of being watched to the unnerving sights of those floors.
Blood and screaming on one of them, endless night on another, what the hell was this place?!
He's taken the plates, twenty-one in total, to the library to sort them into a more organised fashion. Then he starts scratching them into one of the tables, copying the work into the wood for a safer and more sturdy map. But he keeps feeling something brush the back of his neck and shoulder, nothing there when he looks, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he works until...
"STOP IT!"
The shout is loud in the library as he spins, one of the plates crashing to the ground to break, as Cain stares at... well, nothing.
[ooc: Open, please bother him. I love all the CR ever!]
Setting: Floor Three Library
Format: Prose, but will copy you
Summary: Cain is feeling the effects of being in Group C, clearly he should be bothered
Warnings: Sensory Hallucination
It had taken Cain and his partner in map-making more than just the one day to complete their task, scratching a map or notes on each floor carefully onto dinner plates. There were some floors Cain already knew he never wanted to return to, and at first he puts down the sensation of being watched to the unnerving sights of those floors.
Blood and screaming on one of them, endless night on another, what the hell was this place?!
He's taken the plates, twenty-one in total, to the library to sort them into a more organised fashion. Then he starts scratching them into one of the tables, copying the work into the wood for a safer and more sturdy map. But he keeps feeling something brush the back of his neck and shoulder, nothing there when he looks, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he works until...
"STOP IT!"
The shout is loud in the library as he spins, one of the plates crashing to the ground to break, as Cain stares at... well, nothing.
[ooc: Open, please bother him. I love all the CR ever!]
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[Laughter brings her out of her shell. Bad people wouldn't laugh. Monsters don't laugh. Well, some of them did, but she could tell they weren't human there.]
You're supposed to apologize when you do something wrong. You already said sorry.
[Ren recalls him saying that after the initial yelling. Even if it doesn't occur to her to say 'I forgive you', she's not running away at the very least. Not coming any closer either.]
...Were you yelling stop it to a book?
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I guess I was yelling at nothing, I can be silly like that sometimes.
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[Seto talks to himself sometimes too.]
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[Grinning at her, sidestepping the question.]
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Because you talked to...
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