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towerofanimus2013-05-13 07:36 am
toomanyeyes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-13 07:36 am
In which the Tower acquires a Boogeyman. Great. [intro]
Characters: Pitch and YOU
Setting: The library for now. He will be moving steadily upwards as he explores, so if your character is on a different floor, don't be afraid to put it in the subject heading!
Format: Prose to start, will match
Summary: The Tower's brand new Boogeyman is in the exploring mood. Be afraid. Very afraid.
Warnings: If you haven't checked out Pitch's permission post and replied to it, do so here first. Kind of important. Pitch exploits and reads people's fears, so if you don't want him digging into your character's head, please let me know!
Pitch couldn't believe how good his luck had become.
Centuries--no, millennia of being dismissed as a bad dream, as a nagging feeling, as a figment of some human's imagination, betrayed and starved and almost outright killed by the Guardians... No more of that, now. Now he had an entire Tower to paralyze with fear, to inflict with nightmares. Here, everyone could see him. Whether they believed in him or not. And they would believe, if Pitch had his way.
But that could wait. Bolstered by the fears of an entire community, he was feeling better, stronger than he had in ages. A perfect time to go exploring his new home. Why should he care about the old one, when the new was already turning out so well? He would miss certain things, certainly. Scenery, a few of his fellow spirits, the ones very old like himself that were still clinging to existence. But he had survived, and not them. All the better. He already had to share with his rescuers. Less to bicker over, really.
Pitch sat in one of the chairs in the library, enjoying a book he'd been meaning to read for a while. At the Mountains of Madness was the only thing he had yet to read, and he lamented not being able to do so during its author's lifetime. He read intently, giggling a bit to himself. "Oh Howard. You sad little man. You never did quite get the hang of dialogue, did you?"
Setting: The library for now. He will be moving steadily upwards as he explores, so if your character is on a different floor, don't be afraid to put it in the subject heading!
Format: Prose to start, will match
Summary: The Tower's brand new Boogeyman is in the exploring mood. Be afraid. Very afraid.
Warnings: If you haven't checked out Pitch's permission post and replied to it, do so here first. Kind of important. Pitch exploits and reads people's fears, so if you don't want him digging into your character's head, please let me know!
Pitch couldn't believe how good his luck had become.
Centuries--no, millennia of being dismissed as a bad dream, as a nagging feeling, as a figment of some human's imagination, betrayed and starved and almost outright killed by the Guardians... No more of that, now. Now he had an entire Tower to paralyze with fear, to inflict with nightmares. Here, everyone could see him. Whether they believed in him or not. And they would believe, if Pitch had his way.
But that could wait. Bolstered by the fears of an entire community, he was feeling better, stronger than he had in ages. A perfect time to go exploring his new home. Why should he care about the old one, when the new was already turning out so well? He would miss certain things, certainly. Scenery, a few of his fellow spirits, the ones very old like himself that were still clinging to existence. But he had survived, and not them. All the better. He already had to share with his rescuers. Less to bicker over, really.
Pitch sat in one of the chairs in the library, enjoying a book he'd been meaning to read for a while. At the Mountains of Madness was the only thing he had yet to read, and he lamented not being able to do so during its author's lifetime. He read intently, giggling a bit to himself. "Oh Howard. You sad little man. You never did quite get the hang of dialogue, did you?"
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He spotted the grey-skinned man (a dunmer? No, the ears were wrong) and silently walked up behind him.
"I never did understand why some of his characters take the time to write out their final screams in his books," The vampire said in a conversational tone.
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