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collectedlogs2020-07-11 07:11 pm
glorification) wrote in collectedlogs2020-07-11 07:11 pm
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WHO: Eichi & Anyone
WHAT: Time for some old nasty tea
WHEN: Some time in July
WHERE: In front of a weird claire's-like store he has been sleeping in
WARNINGS: None!
Would you like to try some tea?
[No matter who happens to be passing by the overly-pink and purple store, Eichi calls out to them with a calm soft voice, smiling as he gestures to a counter he's transformed into a makeshift tea bar. It appears to be a central area that certainly used to be where the cashiers stood, but now Eichi is sitting at one of the old, hardly kept together stools, an assortment of chipped and peeled and faded mugs or cups lining the counter. There's a stand of what probably used to hold random pens and accessories that's now holding a handful of packets and tins of... tea? Their markings are difficult to comprehend, not just from the passing of time and whatever happened here, but from how much of a knockoff this tea place really was. Whatever Eichi has managed to heat up with a pile of debris and an actual tea pot smells like something faintly herbal... though it's difficult to place how.]
I managed to find some in the back of a store, but I couldn't make sense of any of the labels, so I'm afraid the exact blend is a mystery to me.
[The store around him looks even more chaotic. There's a mattress shoved surprisingly neatly into one side of the store towards the back, lined to one side with raggedy stuffed animals. There's a life-sized doll of a certain Wataru Hibiki that some might have met in person on top of the mattress and tucked into the scrounged up ripped sheets and blankets making the "bed," surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the items. The shelves are lined with folded scrounged up clothing (one or two outfits worth), and a few items. To the opposite side of the store is a coffin, neatly pushed up against the wall and left closed.
On top of the weird scenery, this tea is so old and such a knock off that it's going to taste bland and disgusting, though, and Eichi seems aware of it enough to have not taken a sip at all of his own cup.]
Unfortunately, there seems to be a lack of extra stools or chairs here. I hope you don't mind.
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(ooc: I just have this open prompt, but I'll probably use this as a catch-all as well! I'll put my hauntings threads in the comments. Hit me up if you want something personalized.)
WHAT: Time for some old nasty tea
WHEN: Some time in July
WHERE: In front of a weird claire's-like store he has been sleeping in
WARNINGS: None!
Would you like to try some tea?
[No matter who happens to be passing by the overly-pink and purple store, Eichi calls out to them with a calm soft voice, smiling as he gestures to a counter he's transformed into a makeshift tea bar. It appears to be a central area that certainly used to be where the cashiers stood, but now Eichi is sitting at one of the old, hardly kept together stools, an assortment of chipped and peeled and faded mugs or cups lining the counter. There's a stand of what probably used to hold random pens and accessories that's now holding a handful of packets and tins of... tea? Their markings are difficult to comprehend, not just from the passing of time and whatever happened here, but from how much of a knockoff this tea place really was. Whatever Eichi has managed to heat up with a pile of debris and an actual tea pot smells like something faintly herbal... though it's difficult to place how.]
I managed to find some in the back of a store, but I couldn't make sense of any of the labels, so I'm afraid the exact blend is a mystery to me.
[The store around him looks even more chaotic. There's a mattress shoved surprisingly neatly into one side of the store towards the back, lined to one side with raggedy stuffed animals. There's a life-sized doll of a certain Wataru Hibiki that some might have met in person on top of the mattress and tucked into the scrounged up ripped sheets and blankets making the "bed," surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the items. The shelves are lined with folded scrounged up clothing (one or two outfits worth), and a few items. To the opposite side of the store is a coffin, neatly pushed up against the wall and left closed.
On top of the weird scenery, this tea is so old and such a knock off that it's going to taste bland and disgusting, though, and Eichi seems aware of it enough to have not taken a sip at all of his own cup.]
Unfortunately, there seems to be a lack of extra stools or chairs here. I hope you don't mind.
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(ooc: I just have this open prompt, but I'll probably use this as a catch-all as well! I'll put my hauntings threads in the comments. Hit me up if you want something personalized.)
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as for her own flesh and bone, however, she is far more restrained. beneath the layers of face-paint, a distressed furrow creases her brow. her mouth forms a thin, bloodless line. there is nothing she can do to alter the murderous trajectory of the construct now: it was given form and function in the moment of its creation, and now, like a clock that had been fastidiously built and then carefully wound, it only had to do what it was made to do.
she cannot move her mouth to attempt to help him. not directly, anyway. ) A skeletal construct. Yes. ( there's something bright and desperate in her dark eyes; her brain is working furiously. he isn't running. the critical weakness of a purely skeletal construct such as this one is that they aren't very strong — strength came from weight, and weight came from flesh and blood — but they were fast, and she made them accurate, just as she is. in less than a minute, if nothing else was done, that sharpened lance of bone would find the aorta of his fragile heart.
she is actively trying to resist, but her own body is a steely tomb of foreign will. annoyingly, she cannot address what he says. not directly, anyway. but she addresses the clear problem to his logic that stands out to him currently, speaking with a dry, slightly stilted tone of someone reciting information from a textbook: ) Contrary to what the layman might believe, a construct is not controlled by the mind of its raiser. They are formed with consideration and purpose, and they will pursue that purpose until it is accomplished, until they are destroyed, or until the thanergenic tie which animates them is severed.
( as she speaks, the skeleton begins to approach. it does not shamble — no skeletal construct of harrowhark nonagesimus, the reverend daughter of the ninth, had shambled since she was just scarcely out of toddling age. it walks with poise and purpose, compensating for the additional weight of its malformed arm, raising it with deadly intent.
what she means to say is: she currently cannot crumble the skeleton back to atomic dust. the part of her brain which controlled her necromancy would not allow her to. so that leaves eichi the other options, as well as a third which seems obvious: either he dies, he finds a way to destroy it, or he escapes well out of her eye-line, where the construct's usefulness will fade.
or he finds a way to break her from this control. either way, in this very instant, he'd best do something else, because the skeleton was moving forward nimbly on clattering feet, thrusting with the spear-like right arm:
duck. )
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Instead, he has the chance to duck— and he does with surprising swiftness, like it's a performance. He can put all of his energy into his movements, like he's on stage, and strain it past what it should deal with.]
Then... I believe the mirrors are the key here.
[As he moves to the side quickly, he grabs onto a tall standing one and shoves it into the path of the new enemy, watching as it shatters and scrambling back to knock over more. As many as he can reach.
It's making a mess of glass, and he's not actually running enough to leave, but. Honestly, he's not even sure that would save him, and he'd be leaving Harrowhark in this. So... he won't.]