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exsiliumlogs2013-07-27 10:30 pm
theparasite) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-27 10:30 pm
throws monster hat down in disgust
Date & Time: 8/3-4, throughout the night
Location: VARIOUS
Characters: Artemis Ratcliff, Kate Kane, Collette, Koltira, the Nightcap, Regina Darkov?
Summary: Exterminating a hat
Warnings: Suffering and gross and all that monster hat jazz
Blind.
Am I...blind? Girl. Is this blind?
Girl.
It received no reply but resentment, and even in that there was no true answer to satisfy.
Blind, then.
Fumbling in what was there decided as a blind fashion, the Nightcap crawled out of a second-story window and clutched at the frames, fidgeting to perch securely and breathe in as deep as it could. No more flinching away from the pain the body shuddered with; sacrificing those sensory connections meant risking greater harm to the whole thing. It was learning a little too late, but better late than never seemed about right.
How still it had stayed for such a time! It felt like an eternity, that short span of days after the blazing sun and blazing fire. Its eyebrows were still singed, clothes tattered and tossed away in favor of stolen goods. The texture was hard to enjoy now that Regina Darkov's skin had hardened over with scabs and calluses from the conjuring scourge – it was all up her arms and neck and face. Ugly, ugly skin. If the fit wasn't quite right, the color too off, it wouldn't know. Blurry, not truly blind, her eyes wouldn't find details in much of anything, let alone that.
The Nightcap had to think very hard about its priorities. Life, above anything, mattered most. The pride it had in simply being was made bitter by the colossal threats it had collided with, each leaving it with less a capable host than before. Where would it leave the monster, should its little Darkov die? Ambling truly blind to find the nearest brain to latch to: That was hardly desirable. And if it were to simply abandon the girl for a healthy host, there went all hopes for access to the door and the world beyond.
Unless...that...yellow girl. Yellow hair.
She had called Skigaa, Regina's serpent. Impossible, but true. So, perhaps...
Key.
Took a key. Where is it?
Something so crucial had been so quickly forgotten in blazing sun, blazing heat, and oppressive nights in the dark. Now remembered, it grew frantic.
It leaped from its perch, scrambling up the wall opposite, and set to seeking it out. First thing's first.
Location: VARIOUS
Characters: Artemis Ratcliff, Kate Kane, Collette, Koltira, the Nightcap, Regina Darkov?
Summary: Exterminating a hat
Warnings: Suffering and gross and all that monster hat jazz
Blind.
Am I...blind? Girl. Is this blind?
Girl.
It received no reply but resentment, and even in that there was no true answer to satisfy.
Blind, then.
Fumbling in what was there decided as a blind fashion, the Nightcap crawled out of a second-story window and clutched at the frames, fidgeting to perch securely and breathe in as deep as it could. No more flinching away from the pain the body shuddered with; sacrificing those sensory connections meant risking greater harm to the whole thing. It was learning a little too late, but better late than never seemed about right.
How still it had stayed for such a time! It felt like an eternity, that short span of days after the blazing sun and blazing fire. Its eyebrows were still singed, clothes tattered and tossed away in favor of stolen goods. The texture was hard to enjoy now that Regina Darkov's skin had hardened over with scabs and calluses from the conjuring scourge – it was all up her arms and neck and face. Ugly, ugly skin. If the fit wasn't quite right, the color too off, it wouldn't know. Blurry, not truly blind, her eyes wouldn't find details in much of anything, let alone that.
The Nightcap had to think very hard about its priorities. Life, above anything, mattered most. The pride it had in simply being was made bitter by the colossal threats it had collided with, each leaving it with less a capable host than before. Where would it leave the monster, should its little Darkov die? Ambling truly blind to find the nearest brain to latch to: That was hardly desirable. And if it were to simply abandon the girl for a healthy host, there went all hopes for access to the door and the world beyond.
Unless...that...yellow girl. Yellow hair.
She had called Skigaa, Regina's serpent. Impossible, but true. So, perhaps...
Key.
Took a key. Where is it?
Something so crucial had been so quickly forgotten in blazing sun, blazing heat, and oppressive nights in the dark. Now remembered, it grew frantic.
It leaped from its perch, scrambling up the wall opposite, and set to seeking it out. First thing's first.