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recommencelogs2014-10-08 12:17 am
dominateartimus) wrote in recommencelogs2014-10-08 12:17 am
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[Open] I think with my heart and I move with my head. I open my mouth and it's something I've read.
Who: Sandrath & you?
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship, investigating things where he can. (He still hasn't bothered to check the communicator.)
When: All day during October 1st - 7th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Possible violence against the Nameless and on deck 10. Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine. Feel free to pick a date, time and prompt. If you pick 'Sandra' for the market prompt, don't be alarmed if you are tagged withsanindisguise.
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[Interacting with the Nameless]
Through-out the course of being on this boat, Sandrath had taken notice of the Nameless right away with their sewn mouths. His morbid curiosity nagged at him every time he would pass one, wondering how they ended up in their current situation and who had done it. There was probably a reason behind it. Majority of the time, it was due to a deal and sometimes not in the favor of the person who made it or they made an oath and couldn't speak of it without being punished.
Then again, they could be puppets. He's had his fair share of experience with puppeteers. They would sink their threads in to their targets to have better control of them. Any injuries they had would be patched up by their controller, only giving them more power. Arthur was unfortunate to have experience that first hand with being unable to speak or move on his own. Thankfully, the fallen arch-angel had shown up and burned the thread that kept him prisoner. The half grim reaper owed him quite a debt for that rescue. Perhaps he could get the same gratitude from the Nameless.
"Hey." He called out to one that was passing by before reaching out to grab them by their arm. "I'd like to have a few words with you."
A bit of a smile appeared on his lips as he summoned a knife to his other hand.
[Messing around in the orchestra pit on deck 4]
If someone was to pass by the Royale opera house, they could hear someone tuning or playing one of the string or percussion instruments. But, with every strike from a drum, a slight cough could be heard. That was the user's fault for not bothering to remove the dust that was coating the items.
[Browsing the market place on deck 6; Sandrath or 'Sandra']
Sandrath had visited the market not long after his arrival, but didn't take anything during that time. This visit was different though. He could be spotted in the clothing section, placing several articles of clothing in to bags. They were nice looking and appeared to fit his 6'3" figure. Or maybe you were unfortunate to spot him venturing in to the adult section of the market.
Or perhaps you found a 5'6" brunette woman instead, who was wearing a red dress and sandals. She was browsing the clothing section for the most part, but she could be found in other areas of the market. Although, if you were to approach her, you would need to get her attention by being verbal or touching her arm since she seemed to be lost in thought or debating between two items.
[Out in the Rain; Oct. 3rd and onward]
Ever since the storm started, the fallen arch-angel wasn't hindered or bothered by it's presence. If anything, it was somewhat comforting to hear the rain hit the outside of the boat and the distant clash of thunder. It almost reflected his own mood, with the loss of how effective his abilities were and the annoyance of being stuck on a vassal without being able to leave.
Yet, here he was standing out in the rain and completely drenched. His hair was flat against his skull and it would sometimes get in his eyes, which he would occasionally brush away to only have it return to its previous spot. He didn't care that his wet clothes clung to his frame, leaving not much to the imagination.
Will you approach and try to convince him to get out of the rain?
[Visiting the darkness on Deck 10; Oct. 7th]
Sandrath had steadily gone through each deck as thoroughly as he could. He wasn't surprised when the elevator denied him access when he pressed the button for deck 10. It had done this before when he tried to visit deck 2 and venturing out of the cable car with his shadow mimicry didn't lead to much results either. So, he tried again but with a swipe of his key card before pressing the button again. Much to his surprise, it worked.
When the elevator arrived at its stop and opened its doors, he promptly stepped out without a second thought. As the doors close, he turns on his senses and summons a small weapon to his hand, anticipating something to happen.
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship, investigating things where he can. (He still hasn't bothered to check the communicator.)
When: All day during October 1st - 7th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Possible violence against the Nameless and on deck 10. Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine. Feel free to pick a date, time and prompt. If you pick 'Sandra' for the market prompt, don't be alarmed if you are tagged with
sanindisguise.===
[Interacting with the Nameless]
Through-out the course of being on this boat, Sandrath had taken notice of the Nameless right away with their sewn mouths. His morbid curiosity nagged at him every time he would pass one, wondering how they ended up in their current situation and who had done it. There was probably a reason behind it. Majority of the time, it was due to a deal and sometimes not in the favor of the person who made it or they made an oath and couldn't speak of it without being punished.
Then again, they could be puppets. He's had his fair share of experience with puppeteers. They would sink their threads in to their targets to have better control of them. Any injuries they had would be patched up by their controller, only giving them more power. Arthur was unfortunate to have experience that first hand with being unable to speak or move on his own. Thankfully, the fallen arch-angel had shown up and burned the thread that kept him prisoner. The half grim reaper owed him quite a debt for that rescue. Perhaps he could get the same gratitude from the Nameless.
"Hey." He called out to one that was passing by before reaching out to grab them by their arm. "I'd like to have a few words with you."
A bit of a smile appeared on his lips as he summoned a knife to his other hand.
[Messing around in the orchestra pit on deck 4]
If someone was to pass by the Royale opera house, they could hear someone tuning or playing one of the string or percussion instruments. But, with every strike from a drum, a slight cough could be heard. That was the user's fault for not bothering to remove the dust that was coating the items.
[Browsing the market place on deck 6; Sandrath or 'Sandra']
Sandrath had visited the market not long after his arrival, but didn't take anything during that time. This visit was different though. He could be spotted in the clothing section, placing several articles of clothing in to bags. They were nice looking and appeared to fit his 6'3" figure. Or maybe you were unfortunate to spot him venturing in to the adult section of the market.
Or perhaps you found a 5'6" brunette woman instead, who was wearing a red dress and sandals. She was browsing the clothing section for the most part, but she could be found in other areas of the market. Although, if you were to approach her, you would need to get her attention by being verbal or touching her arm since she seemed to be lost in thought or debating between two items.
[Out in the Rain; Oct. 3rd and onward]
Ever since the storm started, the fallen arch-angel wasn't hindered or bothered by it's presence. If anything, it was somewhat comforting to hear the rain hit the outside of the boat and the distant clash of thunder. It almost reflected his own mood, with the loss of how effective his abilities were and the annoyance of being stuck on a vassal without being able to leave.
Yet, here he was standing out in the rain and completely drenched. His hair was flat against his skull and it would sometimes get in his eyes, which he would occasionally brush away to only have it return to its previous spot. He didn't care that his wet clothes clung to his frame, leaving not much to the imagination.
Will you approach and try to convince him to get out of the rain?
[Visiting the darkness on Deck 10; Oct. 7th]
Sandrath had steadily gone through each deck as thoroughly as he could. He wasn't surprised when the elevator denied him access when he pressed the button for deck 10. It had done this before when he tried to visit deck 2 and venturing out of the cable car with his shadow mimicry didn't lead to much results either. So, he tried again but with a swipe of his key card before pressing the button again. Much to his surprise, it worked.
When the elevator arrived at its stop and opened its doors, he promptly stepped out without a second thought. As the doors close, he turns on his senses and summons a small weapon to his hand, anticipating something to happen.
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Now, he could only hope that would be enough to stop the Nameless.
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But the knife drives into something clearly vital and before anything important could be stolen, it slumps, limp and lifeless.
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When the being goes limp and lifeless, he pulls out the blade and lets the Nameless drop to the deck floor. He tilts his head before crouching down beside it as his wound starts to seal up with a dark substance.
"Well, you were quite a surprise." He states with a chuckle before tapping the blade beside the Nameless' mouth. "I wonder what else is different about you."
As much as he wanted to do an autopsy on it, he kept the knife's sharp edge firmly against the Nameless' neck, just in case it tried to get back up. He switches his eyes to their sensing state, mostly using it to keep track of things around him as he peers down at the injury he had made to stop it.
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"I'm not done here. Go away." He ordered, waving the blood knife at them.
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"...Hey! Wait!" He called out before getting up and intending to follow them.
He would need to pick up the pace to catch up. It would be for the best if he got rid of the bloody knife in his hand since there was no need to startle other passengers. Even though his current appearance was something to gape at with the giant tear in his shirt and skin, stained with blood.
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It shuffles along on a set path, its cargo in tow until it reaches the door to the stairwell.
Down it goes into the darkness where it vanishes from sight.
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The darkness appeared to be inviting, but knowing his luck, he would be ejected from the shadows for trying to get inside them. For now, he would reluctantly let the being go and explore somewhere else.