Alfred Ashford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
twinsanity) wrote2013-10-28 02:31 pm
twinsanity) wrote2013-10-28 02:31 pm
003. [Action - Catchall post/Nightmare Castle]
[A - Daytime.]
[After the first night in the castle, Alfred has been way over on the subdued side; he's been avoiding most people and he's jumpy as hell when approached. The armory was disappointing - he's strictly a ranged-weapon sort of person, though at the same time he found that it's quite stupid for him to not take anything; he's got daggers on him for the time being, and if all else absolutely fails throwing one's blades is always an option, albeit a stupid one.
During the day, he's been spending a lot of time in that star chamber; he finds it calming, relaxing in ways he can't really explain, and his willingness to leave it is reasonably low. Oh, he's seen two sigil doors, and he's aware of the pink mark on the back of his hand; that doesn't mean he knows what to do with the damn things.]
[B - Nighttime.]
[At night, however...
There's a thing that's been in the corner of his vision since the first night - never really advancing, but always present. When he can see it properly, it resembles a man with arms that end in claws and wrapped up in a shroud, an enlarged, exposed heart just visible through tears in the fabric, pulsating slow and steady; whenever he turns to look, it's never really there, but as soon as it fades he can hear the screaming - the nails-on-chalkboard sound ripping out of the creature's own throat, accompanied by a higher-pitched sound that's most definitely a woman, and none of it is anything he really wants to dwell on.
One of these nights, he snaps; it's in the crystal study, and he's backed up against one of the cases, breathing heavily and shaking, and while the thing doesn't seem about to attack him, it is getting rather close.]
I-I didn't do anything but what you deserved...I gave you what you deserved!
[The thing snarls at him; he's quick to jerk back, rattling the case behind him hard.]
I don't know what you want from me - I did...I did what I was supposed to...
[And he's feeling for the dagger at his side, but he doesn't seem quite able to grip it properly, much less do anything useful with it.]
Didn't I?!
[...It's a bit hard to know what in the good fuck he's going on about; either way, however, it's clearly not good...]
[OOC - take your pick on whatever you want to do with this one, and if you want to go with something else entirely I'm good for that as well; just specify A, B or whatever it is you want in the comment subject!
ALSO if you need a pink sigil, this idiot's got one.]
[After the first night in the castle, Alfred has been way over on the subdued side; he's been avoiding most people and he's jumpy as hell when approached. The armory was disappointing - he's strictly a ranged-weapon sort of person, though at the same time he found that it's quite stupid for him to not take anything; he's got daggers on him for the time being, and if all else absolutely fails throwing one's blades is always an option, albeit a stupid one.
During the day, he's been spending a lot of time in that star chamber; he finds it calming, relaxing in ways he can't really explain, and his willingness to leave it is reasonably low. Oh, he's seen two sigil doors, and he's aware of the pink mark on the back of his hand; that doesn't mean he knows what to do with the damn things.]
[B - Nighttime.]
[At night, however...
There's a thing that's been in the corner of his vision since the first night - never really advancing, but always present. When he can see it properly, it resembles a man with arms that end in claws and wrapped up in a shroud, an enlarged, exposed heart just visible through tears in the fabric, pulsating slow and steady; whenever he turns to look, it's never really there, but as soon as it fades he can hear the screaming - the nails-on-chalkboard sound ripping out of the creature's own throat, accompanied by a higher-pitched sound that's most definitely a woman, and none of it is anything he really wants to dwell on.
One of these nights, he snaps; it's in the crystal study, and he's backed up against one of the cases, breathing heavily and shaking, and while the thing doesn't seem about to attack him, it is getting rather close.]
I-I didn't do anything but what you deserved...I gave you what you deserved!
[The thing snarls at him; he's quick to jerk back, rattling the case behind him hard.]
I don't know what you want from me - I did...I did what I was supposed to...
[And he's feeling for the dagger at his side, but he doesn't seem quite able to grip it properly, much less do anything useful with it.]
Didn't I?!
[...It's a bit hard to know what in the good fuck he's going on about; either way, however, it's clearly not good...]
[OOC - take your pick on whatever you want to do with this one, and if you want to go with something else entirely I'm good for that as well; just specify A, B or whatever it is you want in the comment subject!
ALSO if you need a pink sigil, this idiot's got one.]
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[THAT...
would have been really nice to know earlier because that really sounds important in a world full of animals that can do some serious damage to people.]
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Well, that explains a lot.
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[is he even supposed to apologize he has no idea]
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[...we're not socialing well here are we um]
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[we tried]
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[oh god do we try]
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Mm, well, I guess the natives didn't think it was that important to mention. Though that just begs the question of whether they can die or not, to say nothing of whether we're going to age or anything while we're here.
[...]
Kind of a mess, isn't it.
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[He is so not going to try and bump off a native. Someone else can do that dumb idea.]
Part of me does hope we can actually age here. I'd rather not be sixteen forever.
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Sixteen?
[...]
No, you aren't.
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What? No, I am...
[his life]
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[#TACT]
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[alfred pls]
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[...look he's also got this whole...clone-growing-up-in-antarctica problem
if you think he should be able to recognize what a teenager should look like
...take it up with alexander]
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was the weirdest compliment he's ever gotten.
though lbr if he ran into alexander there would be a lot of... well, probably whining.]
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Yes...? You've been surprisingly tolerable, all things considered.
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Ah... Sorry, I'm just not used to hearing things like that, especially from someone I barely know.
[oh right speaking of stranger-status, whoops talk about failing at everything.]
I'm Bertholdt, by the way. Bertholdt Fubar.
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...Oh, tell me that's not actually your last name.
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alas, poor self esteem. he knew it well.]
...It's my last name.
[IT'S NOT HIS FAULT OKAY]
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[ANYWAY...............]
My name Alfred Ashford; I suppose it's a pleasure, though I don't know if that still applies as a response because we've been talking for a while now, it's hardly "meeting" at this point.
[all this social fucking grace
alfred this is why you don't have friends]