Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] "Malchik! " Olivia barked out her surprise almost carelessly. He was here! He was alive, after all of this! The trucks and the collapse and everything! Haha. Olivia sighed and a wide smile crossed her face, one that could not be seen by any of the others. Oh. Oh-- what-- what was this? No! Stupid girl. This is the worst place for tears to develop! She sniffled. "Elly! Malchik! You're-- you're okay-- don't be-- be hurt you ridiculous imbecile--" It hurt to speak. But Olivia felt a tinge of happiness. She wanted to speak her heart. To dance among the sonorous sounds of the voice as it cascaded through the room in order to express the deepest of her passionate emotions. But the pain was what brought her back to earth. "Elliot, I ..." She-- She grit her teeth. No. "Malchik! Elliot! No, all-- all of you! This is painful! Y--yes! We have to get out! We-- do not-- just-- please, do not give up on your life! Live through the-- the pain, please ... this is a-- test-- it has to be. We will escape ..." The ropes bit at her arms and legs. A tear rolled down Olivia's dirty cheek, but she bit her tongue hard trying to resist crying out.
I know, Below. I am a night person myself. Who could ever enjoy the bright sunshine of the day?
Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] "I am-- I am here. Here. Are you two alright? This is-- ah-- this is Olivia. " When Olivia woke, she could not spend any time expressing her joy over returning to her body, oh no. For her precious body was strapped to one of the strangest contraptions she had ever remembered ... what, Ben telling her about? It was a medieval torture machine, that is certain. Her legs were tied wide apart and her arms right above her, and she could barely move an inch. Her back lay upon cold wood and rusty metal, and thick ropes bound her to this terrifying contraption. She struggled and pulled, fighting against the restrains like a caged bird, but it was no use. She sighed and settled, but the dull pain all throughout her body made her chest heave. What was happening? She was so close to getting to the others. And was that Theodore? He was alive after all? Olivia tried to breathe in, but she instead let out a mild cough. "Ack-- I-- well, is that you, Theodore? Haha ..." She tried to laugh gently. "Good to see you're alive. N--now, now we should-- we should try and find a way out of these things s--so you can enjoy living." Her voice shook with mild fear and extreme, hoarse pain. "Is-- is there anyone else here? H--hello?"
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY xxxxx xxxxxCherno opened his eyes to a dark, damp room. Ugh ... xxx He held a hand to his head. A tough headache wracked through his brain, but he tried getting his bearings. Looking around, it seemed like he was underground. Shelves of strange fluid jars, filled with grotesque parts of the face and ears and nose and eyes and arms and legs and uuuuugh fuck Cherno was getting nauseous just looking at all of this. Old, decrepit cribs lined the sides, falling apart at the seems. He stepped forward and kicked something hard and plastic. Bending down, he picked up what appeared to be-- A-- a decapitated baby head d--doll?! AGH FUCK. Cherno yelped and dropped the head to the ground. He felt some movement around him. Closing his eyes, he tried wandering through the dimly lit room. And then he heard something. "Who is down here?" ... She was-- Oh no. Cherno called out. "Marina? Marina, that's you?" But he was interrupted by another voice. xxxxx"Hey! Watch it, dammit." Marigold looked up at the girl she bumped into. Who was this tramp? Where the hell was she? A minute ago she was running across the moor, away from those stupid soldiers when she was suddenly teleported here, directly facing this weird clown girl. She pulled her red hood tighter over her head and looked up at her with cold eyes. "Who the hell are you? Did y'bring me here?" Marigold took out a small, bloodied knife from her pocket and held it close to her. She wasn't risking fighting no girl that could have brought her here to this sickening place. Marigold looked around, squinting at the strange jars and the dirty cribs. Oh. What sort of apocalypse happened here? Marigold turned her attention back to the girl with the elegant dresses and long eyelashes. "Talk, tramp. What am I doing here? What're you doing here?" Bitch. Marigold scoffed. Nobody kidnaps her and puts her in weird, disgusting cellars.
I give it no credit. Everything wonderful happens past the twelve minute mark which is why I am too tired and excited to comment on anything else. Even this scene was fairly well done, actually!
Hello. April is the cruelest month, breeding Animes out of Glorious Nippon, mixing Moe and action, stirring Dull seasons with ordinary high school students. So let us take an unfunny swing at this interesting show because I must stave off my current boredom. Spoiler Welcome to Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet. This is a touching story about boats written by the one and only Gen Urobuchi. In all seriousness, I am looking very forward to this show and I do enjoy it quite a bit so far despite everything below. Wait, this is not a boat. This is a beautiful paradise for glowing coloured space circles.And I see no verdurous planets. Verdurous is not something I would use to describe the cold, black void of space. If a space colony was my homeland then I would have no time for the Internet, to be honest.Is this Avalon? Did British imperialism claim the entirety of space as well? FUUUUUUUTUREFUUUUUUUTURE You tell them, Gargantia. I mean, truly. That goddamn sun and its terrible sunburns whenever I visit the beaches. It is the worst. See? We even have an image of what it did to my skin a few months ago.Except in space. Space skin. Colonies. I am not sure anymore. In retrospect, this image is terrifying because it is as if giant plant life attacked the colonies and- Oh.But whose idea was it to build colonies mildly in the shape of leaves. Is that why space is verduruous. I find weeds like these things absolutely hideauze myself.*cue laugh track* Pictured: quantum superposition Dear lord, it seems like the harvested children from an entire four families for the army. Can you imagine having 2000 other twin brothers and being forced to fight alongside them against giant space weeds? I can. It is called summer up north in cottage country. But anyhow, it appears the space weeds are attacking the leaf space colonies and we require these legions of space Weed Men to space weed hack the space weeds. Space. Waking up from his lovely sleep is the young man named Ledo, who is seen here with his brain waves different from the average shounen/seinen mecha pilot while his wooden ocarina floats around him. He shall be our protagonist. Possibly. I am unsure at the moment but he feels like protagonist material. He even possesses common sense according to this brain scan! ... Ah wait, no, there is no possible way he is the protagonist then. Suddenly the RIAA attorneys appear on his screen telling him to stop pirating his gosh darned rock music. Shame too, because this really does seem quite like the end of the world as we know it. Instead it turns out that they will be playing swing music to get rid of the weeds. Is this a new form of space pesticide? The actual plan is to wrap the giant flower in green silly string and call it a day before the space environmentalists can get after them. Oh! Ledo must be eligible for some sort of scholarship by this point. His mecha computer pal begins informing him about how his service hours are a wonderful thing and suddenly reveals the underlying Darwinian social structure of this entire calamity. HAL 9000's space mecha cousin turns out to be a very pleasant artificial intelligence. It is even green. It is my favourite character thus far. Come on, sir. I understand waiting to leave until after a song is over but you do not see me lounging in my driveway while I crank up the beats. After that captain finishes playing his space electroswing cover of Macklemore or whatever that song was the space immunoglobins exit the windpipe of the universe and appear in some dark, sideways, twisted Rainbow Road minus the rainbow. They spray some pesticide on the giant space flower and it begins to dissolve into space oranges. But unfortunately, the flower does not react well to the citric acid and retaliates by revealing that it actually is in fact a Sith lord, deciding to fight them with dark lightning. The ships are blasted apart by the pink vermicelli and- wait, that is the forward line? How many ships are there, exactly? That answers that. Is this what would happen if someone cubed the Thin Red Line and blasted it off into space?Anyhow, they fire a giant laser starfish at the weed because echinoderms are a good defense against flowers. Ledo begins his philosophical waxing on how he is the perfect soldier while the battlefield around him cosplays as a Touhou level. But suddenly the weed retaliates with flower power and the fleet is struck by giant lasers and flying space snails (???) Space Akihiko is not amused by this. I wonder if the Soviets developed something of this sort in the Cold War.I would not put it out of them. Or the Americans, to be honest. Ledo attempts to help the struggling weed killer force as they are smacked around by evil space ladybugs or whatever other garden pest is inhabiting this part of the battlefield. But suddenly one of the floating weeds tries to kiss him! Nobody can resist the charming good looks of a sexy Japanese space bishounen. It turns out that these weeds are too much so Ledo's commanding officer tells him to land. Goddammit Monsanto. SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY ... Ledo tries to land but is sucked into one of the random wormholes that the army used to get here and thus ends the first half of this show that contains a deciding lack of verdurous areas or ships. (continues watching the show)
I am not quite sure about you lot, but the fluet often releases the waterworks for many people. I mean, its close cousin the ocarina is the main instrument for the Song of Storms, you see.
Cherno patched Olivia up and decided that they would track the movements of the others to meet them later. Avoiding the jets, they set the airship down near the Burnt Mansion, made a few repairs, returned it to its sphere for tge night, and climbed down into one of the tunnels that were under all of Brookridge outside the house near the forest for the night. They went to sleep. Olivia told Cherno that she would split off tomorrow morning to go look for the others on the moor, so Cherno would have to stay by her computers in this house to keep her and the aorship safe. And then they SLEEEEEEEPT
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY xxxxx xxxxxCherno lost his entire goddamn post so he tried his best to summarize it. Oh well. "Don't make a single move." How fucking stupid of him. Cherno stood silently, the wind upon his neck. He crossed his arms behind his back, and tried to retain his frustration at all the soldiers that had filed into his room. Where were the others? Was Temperance okay? How the hell did the soldiers find this house, anyway? The jackboot steps hit loudly against the old wooden floor, and Cherno heard the cock of guns as the soldiers pointed the rifles at his chest. And he couldn't see a thing. Everything was dark. A cloth sack covered his entire head, with its tightly tied rope biting into his neck. How fucking stupid of him. He was going to die, wasn't he? Haha. After all these challenges and efforts. After all of that, he would fall victim to the ineptitude of the governmental mortal coil. Not something supernatural, but the rifle of a soldier. Okay-- Okay. Okay, Cherno. Think. You can still get out of here. You can. There's always a way. Right? Right. Just fucking think. Cherno clenched his teeth, tilting his head downward. He breathed deeply. xxx The deep thud of thick boots grew closer. Did someone enter the room? "This ain't nothin' personal, but swagged-up jack-damned biscuit on the high side. Jesus." Wait-- That ... that voice. No, it-- it couldn't be-- "Prescott." "Y--yes, sir-- I-uh, I-- well, you see--" "Prescott!" His voice was bitter with intensity What the fuck was he doing here? "Prescott, go call up the department. We've bagged up the lad straight-up hoodin' on the flipside, dawg. Ain't gotta thing. All you other G's better keep your choppers pointed at his skillet-slicin' head." Cherno heard small, mouselike steps patter off and out of the room.The wind continued to blow upon his neck. Think. There must be something. Cherno moved his hand along his back pockets, and dug one into them. That's it. That was right! He felt the cold metal sphere. The thick boots moved closer to him. "Cherno, Cherno, Cherno. I hope you ain't gonna try anythin' that'll get you filled with lead right then and here, dawg. All of this up in the swag house ain't the shee-it, yeah? Keep yerself civilized and things'll be civilized for you." He seemed to have a bit of trouble keeping a level tone of voice. Ugh. "Suchet, what the fuck are you doing here? You aren't the Suchet I used to know. I never right out expected you to be jug-hoppin' off on the side to catch a bunch of innocent kids." The wind blew upon his neck, ever so slightly-- Wait. The wind. He was in front of the window, wasn't he? Okay. Okay ... He interjected. "'The Suchet you used to know?' That's rich, real rich, comin' from a snake who ain't even has his memory back! I'm a brother of my job -- you'd know that if you remembered -- and it seems to me you don't really grasp what the house-sheezy knot is bringing up on the flipside." Cherno took a small step back. He began to calculate his movements, but it was hard, so hard, as his feelings of frustration slowly began to pour out.He was going to make a bunch of mistakes, wasn't he? "Of course I know!" Just-- just keep up the charade. "No, you ain't know a thing, Cherno Plume! Do y'know how many people have let their lives flip up above because of you and your selfish friends? Bombs everywhere, hundreds of thousands dead! Families separated because of some irrelevant botched up badman bombs! I've seen children on the streets, and in their eyes I see how you were, Cherno! Do y'think that I can just stand there livin' while life repeats its cycle of destruction before me?" Cherno gulped.Why was he fucking reminding him that they were all terrible people? ... He took another step back, but he wanted to punch Suchet in the face. So much. "You don't think I ****ing know how much damage we've caused?!" Cherno exploded, almost revealing his hands. He stamped the floor loudly, and he felt the soldiers point their rifles at his head quickly. Cherno breathed. It was so hard to calculate anything. Just keep stalling. Just-- just keep stalling. "Haven't you looked for alternatives? This isn't no country where the government just fucking gives in to terrorists!" "Hahaha! Cherno, you think we ain't been goin' through the pain of looking for alternatives to giving into the unswag ratchet oldbag terrorist ho? You think I ain't personally been up for nights and nights pourin' over ways to negotiate? You--" He paused for a moment. "You think I ain't got no tears in my eyes when I'm forced to chase after them precious names written in clear black ink, "Cherno Plume" and "Olivia Toska Suchet" like the ****ing world is trying to rip my regrets apart and bloat them into metastasized, cancerous tumours on my memory, dawg?" He heard the concerned murmurs of the soldiers. Suchet stepped closer, and Cherno took another step back. The wind was now much stronger upon his neck. He had his chance. Cherno subtly took the metal sphere out of his pocket. "This world has gone to them damn dogs and we can't do no thing about it, Cherno. What choice do I've got now when they're breathin' upon our necks and slaughterin' everyone with-- with supernatural precision? Would I let millions die under my guilt and under your guilt, Cherno? You were always selfish, but I never thought you selfish enough to do something like this. Especially, especially after all the times I've looked after--" "Shut up, Suchet!" That was the last straw. "You think I don't remember-- I don't remember a thing about you, right? Stop assuming things! I remember enough to know Suchet's a man who doesn't fucking give up so easily, you dig?" Upon saying those last two words, Cherno felt a nervous shock along his spine, and it felt like a quantum wave had passed through the entire room. Suchet was shot with silence. This was his chance. Slowly, Cherno. At this point, you were all fucking terrible human beings for letting so many people die, even if it was just to survive. But you weren't going to die. You are a selfish prick, but you are a selfish prick who can get through this fucking game -- this game nobody understands -- so that this can never happen in the future. Cherno, who was now close enough to the slightly-open window, held the metal sphere tightly behind his back and raised his free arm. It shook with nervousness, but he heard Suchet say nothing. It took a huge effort to close his fist, but he did it. And he extended out his thumb and index finger. Now or never, Cherno. You were never a risky person, but ... it was Suchet himself who taught you to take risks like this and continue to live, right? ... Ha. Cherno felt a small tidbit of memory come back to him. He pointed his finger, in the shape of a gun, at Suchet, and whispered. "Bang." Cherno threw the metal sphere back behind him, shattering the window, and fell backward. He heard the sound of thick boots stomping against the wood as the soldiers rushed after him. As the metal sphere dropped, a white dove flew by through the air and picked it out of its freefall, deftly pecking the button on its side. The bird flew off towards the broken window as the airship began to form, and raise slowly into the air. Cherno heard the sharp crack of gunshots all around him as he hung onto one of the balconies of the house below, blind. A bullet grazed his shoulder, but the bullets seemed to stop as he heard the soldiers fluster around with the sound of ruffling bird feathers. Holy fuck, was the silver-haired girl-- He slipped. Cherno fell off the house, but the airship kept rising as he felt its low hum behind him. Now or never! Cherno desperately yelled out the words that stuck with him throughout his experience, without a touch of elegance. The words from Ben, who once again disappeared out of his life. Once again was left off to the dead. "AUDENTIS CRESTATIA IUVAT--" He felt a tug on his hair, on his chest, on his legs, like he was being pulled through the fabric of space and time, and then re-assembled all over again. And in a snap, he felt a solid surface beneath his legs. Cherno dimly placed his hand on the marble around him. The teleportation function still worked, then. But what about-- He heard a sharp crack behind him, and the fluttering-- struggled, pained fluttering-- of wings behind him. The bird landed on him, and began pecking away at the rope. He felt ... warm drops on his shoulder? Eventually, it fell apart, and Cherno was able to take the bag off of his head. He couldn't move his left arm, as his body still seemed in shock from the sudden bullet wound, but the pain began to ebb slowly. They were in the airship. Who knew it would still come in handy? The silver-haired girl fluttered off to his side, and Cherno widened his eyes as he saw a large, bloody gash through her white feathers. She seemed pained and breathy. "Cherno!" "I-- thank you--" "No time! Cherno, we're both injured, but do me a favour if you may. Get-- ah-- get us out of here, quickly now too! Before my father returns!" Cherno stood up, clasping his shoulder. "Father--" "That's-- that's right." She was Suchet's daughter? "... Olivia?" "Cherno! Get your priorities straight! You-- you really haven't changed! Get us out of here and we'll be able to patch up! I can-- I can-- ah--" She seemed to be struggling quite a bit. "I'll try and see if I can send a message to the others to p--pick them up!" Cherno heard the rings of bullets off of the airship. They wouldn't be able to pierce the material -- he made sure of that, back when he invested so much in the damn thing -- but they could certainly damage other parts of it. Cherno ran to the controls and began moving the airship forward, onto the vast moor and away from the house. He rose it upward, into the clouds, so it would be harder to track them. But they couldn't just leave the others there. Cherno rushed away from the controls as he felt the first stings of his arm grip his body. They were like needles, nettles, poisonous barbs at his nerves, poking sharp hot metal threads into his skin as he left a small trail of blood across the ground. Cherno knelt down by the bleeding bird and ripped off a part of his sleeve to tie around Olivia. She was Olivia, huh? He took the rest of the cloth and tried to stymie the bleeding by wrapping it around his shoulder, yet it was still hard to move. Olivia looked like she wanted to sleep, but she briefly looked up at him with dim, dreary eyes. "I-- I need to rest-- I just-- I'll send a message, Cherno Plume. We'll get-- get them-- get them here." "Stop talking, you're going to tire yourself, you idiot girl." Olivia chuckled. "I've heard that all my life. "Stop talking, Olivia". Nobody ever wants to hear what I say, you know? Nobody except you and-- and malchik." Cherno sighed. "Get out of here, Plume. When-- when we're okay, help me return to my body and out of my Viola's. Make sure the airship gets to the others on-- on time. I'll help direct ..." Her voice trailed off.
North Korea is getting cereal? I thought the UN had thousands of trade sanctions or some such.
Aw, it is a relationship I approve of. And how could I forget! I hope that you two have some nice bonding time involving doing your hair as well...
I am not a tsundere, you b-baka! Hmph. //////
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY heckles manor | nuclear sanctuary xxxxx xxxxxTo be honest, it wasn't very much of a busy day, was it? How long had it been since he tried eating some good food? That's what most of the day was. Good food and exploration of the manor. Some people hadn't even woken up today. And it didn't help that much of the time was spent getting on and on about how in the world they'd find a right-set way to rescue the others. Cherno wanted to. He really did. But as he sat on his bed tonight, alone, listening to the droning radio, his concern would tug at his heart. "... Four more dead from radiation poisoning, much of Brookridge city centre and downtown Coy City in rubble, hospitals full ..." He sighed and clasped his forehead in a bony white hand. Things were getting worse and worse. Riots and hunts. More and more people killing each other. How could Cherno expect to live among a world cast in the light of the dead like this? And no, here he was, safe in his Eden with the others off on the silent manor by the moor, where nothing could harm him and nothing could get him and he fucking hated it. He was half-right tempted up there to go off himself, to go get them. But what the hell could he do? Cherno fell back to his bed. He heard a loud ... what was that? A loud cough from downstairs? Was someone sick? It couldn't be the radiation poisoning, could it? He took out the metal sphere from his pocket. This thing could still work, could it? He just needed a chance to tell the others. And, of course, if they'd believe a crazy nut like him. Cherno lay on the bed as he dropped the sphere back into his pocket, arms outstretched, slowly closing his eyes. There was another bloody cough from below. He felt his eye, behind his eyepatch, tingle slightly. Something was stinging him. A--ah ... "... Explosions in the centre of the city have left Bellhurst and Sealand in shreds, national guard called in to look further ..." But with a snap, he went off to sleep.
xxxxx"Marigold." There was no reply. "Marigold?" The bartender turned to look at the back seat. The small girl was curled up by the side, sleeping in a ball, her thick red cape around her and her hood covering much of her face with a dark shadow. She let out gentle, solemn breaths, and seemed to be immersed in a world of dreams. It would almost be cute, if not for the fact that the bartender was looking at a vicious imp right now. He sighed. "We're here, I guess. Uh, yeah, I'll just'a be leavin' you soon, then. Minute you wake up. Minute you wake up ..." As she slept, he continued driving along the dark road.
KELLY. NO TOUCHING JUDY WITHOUT HER CONSENT. PLEASE STEER CLEAR OF SUNNY. HOW ARE YOU. I MISS YOU VERY MUCH.
Spoiler Spoiler xxxxx"Hey." "Hey, hey there." "You shouldn't be doin' that." xxxxxShe flicked off another cigarette butt out onto the open moor, watching it fall away by the winds as the car kept sailing forward on the open road, ignoring the gruff voice near her. "Try and stop me, windbag." "Not while I'm here drivin' this thing to get this damned trouble child outta my sight." "Hahahahaha!" She turned her head towards the driver, with a wide-eyed smile. Her saccharine voice was tinged with bitterness, like a broken doll's repetitions."You're a real riot, y'know that mister bartender?" She turned her head back to the window. "Y'know the way of the World's End." He sighed. "I know the way of the World's End-- 'course I fuckin' know! It's my bar!" xxxxxThe young girl grit her teeth, a disgusted grimace lining her cheeks. All of these adults were weak and stupid. She really didn't need them, but it helped to use their easily bendable selves to her own whim. Especially when they tried being "noble" enough to protect a -- ooh, cute, innocent little girl? xxxxxSick. xxxxx"Then why'd you have to kick me out, you buffooneriffic clown?" "I'm taking you to the moor where you won't get hit by the rowdy other bartenders or those damn missiles." She continued to flick cigarette butts out the open window, having collected a small pile by her side. "You're leaving me out in the wild? You really are a waste of a human." xxxxxShe said the word like it was cod oil upon her tongue. xxxxx"Look, girl--" The bartender said, turning around. The girl swerved her head to meet him, her eyebrows furrowed. "Keep your fucking eyes on the road! Do you want us to get killed?! Crash into explosions? BOOM!" She widened her arms for dramatic effect. xxxxxShe hoped this guy would burn up in a fire soon. Like all the other idiots back in the city. Give the nuclear bomb stuffs a nice, warm embrace. Ass clown. She'd rather be left alone on the road anyway than spend another moment with him. xxxxxHe turned back to the wheel. "If I left you there, they'd all rip you ta shreds, you know that, yeah?" "So what? I'd just slit their poor little throats~" The girl said this with a sing-song tone. "And that'd be the end of that." "I'm not letting anymore deaths in my ol' bar. That's one of the reason's I'm kicking you out too." "Don't blame me, imbecile! I didn't kill anyone while I was living there. I'm not one of the stupid biker gang members from the southern parts of the city. Besides--" The girl let out a few coughs. xxxxx"--Ah, besides-- Besides. All's fair in defendin' yourself, especially when the goddamn planet is being bombed to shreds. Survive or lose your life. I'll kill if I have to. I'll do it! I-- I promise you I'll do it! Can't y'see what the world's come to? Now even the lucky ones get to feel the fear of death in their hearts. Ahaha. It's-- it's all perfect ..." xxxxxHer voice trailed off. The girl looked out the window, pensive in thought. She let out another deep cough. xxxxxThe bartender continued driving, and for a long while, only the sound of the chugging car permeated the silence. xxxxx"... When I kick you out, ya better kick that there ol' habit of yours like you're doin' to them cigarettes, ya hear?" xxxxxShe didn't reply, continuing to flick them out the window.She knew the way of the World's End. There were two types of adults in this rotten, bomb-blasted world. Those who cared too much about themselves, and those who cared too much about others. About her. And both types were useless idiots.
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY heckles manor | nuclear sanctuary xxxxx xxxxxWhen Cherno woke, the bright daylight outside seemed to be a damn-straight mocked-up contrast with the rain. It was the type of weather one got when the weather wanted to mock them. Bright clear skies with dirty drizzles. He lifted himself out of the warm blankets, pushing a few soft pillows to the floor. This place really was something, and he couldn't get out of his head how such an elegant place seemed to exist out here in the boondocks. He didn't remember how far this moorland was, but it seemed so isolated from everything else ... Cherno yawned. To be honest, he could barely get a lick of sleep last night. Had the final truck come here yet? Why the fuck was he getting so worried jive-jumpin' about this? He wondered if the others knew anything.Right, that's right. He could ask the others. Cherno rolled off the bed and-- FUCK. He smashed to the floor, taking a few pillows and part of the blanket with him. One of his legs dangled precariously atop the mattress as his chin rested heavily upon the dusty mahogany wood. Cherno looked up and saw Temperance dozing off on a chair. Wait. How long had she been there? Shit. Was she sleeping out there on the chair cold-like? No- no. No, Cherno, bad. Stop worrying. He picked himself up and dusted off the ends of his pajama pants. Grey pajamas. Okay. Nice choice for the one who didn't see colour well, Casey. Hahaha. Haha ... Cherno walked over to the window and looked out at the light. He could see parts of the enormous Heckles household jutting off in all directions, and beyond them, the horizons of the marshy grey moor. He gulped. He wanted to put all of the worry, all of the anxiety, at the back of his head. But this luxury didn't change the fact that there was literally a crazed ****ed-up war happening right by their doorstep. How many people had died in their pursuit for them? How many lives had perished from all of the bombing? And they couldn't escape forever, could they? ... Haha ... hahaha ... n-no. Cherno, stop thinking like that ... He gently pat the side of his head and turned back to Temperance. She seemed relaxed enough, dozing off. Well, sort of. Cherno picked up the blanket he dropped to the floor, and gently moved over towards the dozing Temperance, draping it over her shoulders. He moved towards the door, but before exiting, he turned back and point his index finger silently at the sleeping girl. Swiftly, he opened it and cast off outside like a ghost. /// It didn't take him long for the smell of grease to get him to the kitchen. Sure, this place was a maze, okay, lots of things were mazes right. But this was a damn confusing maze of a palace of a crazed-up hell-stankin' mansion. Like, seriously. Even the fact that the moor seemed to tug on his memory-strings didn't do much. But right. When he got to the kitchen, there was already a congregation of folk lingering among the oily scent. German exchange student, Vanilla Ice, his old roommate ... Uh ... No, they weren't here either. ... Huh. Cherno cleared his throat with a gruff sound. "Yo." "Do we know if Theodore's little ditty returned yet? It's been a grand-stonkering night, hasn't it?" Compared to usual, his voice seemed tinged and lined with threads of anxiety. He looked to the stove, and the items on the counter. "... You aren't just making meat dishes, are you?" Cherno's tone became biting and bitter. The smell of bacon grease always made him sick, but he didn't remember why.
Often, but a little at a time, like poor old Swann.
No no no no no no no. *hides in the center of the planet*
I never knew the Jehovah's Witness sect had access to screenshots of the next Fallout game?
