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towerofanimus2013-10-03 01:42 am
idkworldruler) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-03 01:42 am
Entry tags:
Cover up times. Beware the ravens.
Characters: Open to all.
Setting: Residential floors, night time
Format: Whatever floats a person's boat.
Summary: After the collapsing floors, Mitch is going on a crusade to keep an eye out for two particular creatures. The Revenant and Filth-Corrupted.
Warnings: Possible death, violence, dismemberment and meme spouting.
The recent damages to the Tower had seemed to of left everyone in some form of disarray or another. With everyone picking up their broken pieces and drying their tears as they took care of their wounds, Mitchell slunk into the backdrop once more. He had bigger fish to fry. First off, to look for his newly recruited agent to find out what she had found or knows. Granted that he was certain others would blab about their experiences over the net.
Second, to cover up another form of mess that the misery and death could have attracted. He knows of such beings that currently have been brought to the Tower. And was somewhat cautious about not dealing with them around others. Such matters did not pertain to most of the Tower's residents, which was something he would also like to leave as is.
So after dawning his gas mask and uniform, the agent went about his business quietly hunting what goes bump in the night. His plans could wait for the moment.
Setting: Residential floors, night time
Format: Whatever floats a person's boat.
Summary: After the collapsing floors, Mitch is going on a crusade to keep an eye out for two particular creatures. The Revenant and Filth-Corrupted.
Warnings: Possible death, violence, dismemberment and meme spouting.
The recent damages to the Tower had seemed to of left everyone in some form of disarray or another. With everyone picking up their broken pieces and drying their tears as they took care of their wounds, Mitchell slunk into the backdrop once more. He had bigger fish to fry. First off, to look for his newly recruited agent to find out what she had found or knows. Granted that he was certain others would blab about their experiences over the net.
Second, to cover up another form of mess that the misery and death could have attracted. He knows of such beings that currently have been brought to the Tower. And was somewhat cautious about not dealing with them around others. Such matters did not pertain to most of the Tower's residents, which was something he would also like to leave as is.
So after dawning his gas mask and uniform, the agent went about his business quietly hunting what goes bump in the night. His plans could wait for the moment.