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thebastion2014-06-15 09:09 pm
superdrowningskills) wrote in thebastion2014-06-15 09:09 pm
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Day 199 - Exposition and Rockbell
Who: Alucard or Ghaleon, and anybody
Open: Open!
When: Day 199, mid-morning for one, noonish for the other.
Where: Near the kitchens, or around the Bastion
What: Alucard's awake and hungry, and Ghaleon doesn't feel like being in the hospital anymore.
Format: Preferably action.
Warnings: probably none for Alucard; sass, and mentions of death from Ghaleon
[Alucard is a man who likes to sleep. He actually likes to sleep even more than he likes to eat.
Just as he likes to sleep, Alucard is also one who can sleep heavily enough that he appears dead, and for long periods. As such, he sometimes finds himself in that predicament that some people experience where they wake up and are unsure of what day it is. In his case though, the problem is... a tad more extreme.
Hence the somewhat odd question he asks of whomever he encounters near the kitchens (What? He's hungry):]
What is the current year?
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[A full day confined to a bed, and Ghaleon finds he's had enough of sitting still. Between the work the boy doctor had done and his own spells, surely the damage had been healed enough to not risk reopening a wound as long as strenuous activity is avoided. Perhaps it's a bit of an unnecessary risk... but a place like this is no good for thinking deeply on the world. And so off he went.
Making his escape out the front door of the hospital, Ghaleon thinks once again that fate is an odd thing. Here he was, a man who was supposed to have been days and a thousand years in the grave, walking across the grass of the town at the end of the world. He'd been prepared to die (again) to allow the true heroes their best chance at saving the world he loved so dearly, and yet somehow he is again the last relic of a time and place now lost forever.
In any other situation, the sheer irony of it all would have been enough to make him laugh. As is, he's sure that he may cry when he has a place he can do so where no-one can see.
And now? Now he just wants to explore; perhaps find someone who can help him find something that would perhaps be more appropriate to wear around humans than a hospital gown. The mazoku doesn't particularly care himself, but humans do seem to have a bit of a thing about having a minimum amount of clothing they're comfortable with others wearing. Perhaps it's different with the apparent mixing of cultures here... but he sincerely doubts it.]
Open: Open!
When: Day 199, mid-morning for one, noonish for the other.
Where: Near the kitchens, or around the Bastion
What: Alucard's awake and hungry, and Ghaleon doesn't feel like being in the hospital anymore.
Format: Preferably action.
Warnings: probably none for Alucard; sass, and mentions of death from Ghaleon
[Alucard is a man who likes to sleep. He actually likes to sleep even more than he likes to eat.
Just as he likes to sleep, Alucard is also one who can sleep heavily enough that he appears dead, and for long periods. As such, he sometimes finds himself in that predicament that some people experience where they wake up and are unsure of what day it is. In his case though, the problem is... a tad more extreme.
Hence the somewhat odd question he asks of whomever he encounters near the kitchens (What? He's hungry):]
What is the current year?
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[A full day confined to a bed, and Ghaleon finds he's had enough of sitting still. Between the work the boy doctor had done and his own spells, surely the damage had been healed enough to not risk reopening a wound as long as strenuous activity is avoided. Perhaps it's a bit of an unnecessary risk... but a place like this is no good for thinking deeply on the world. And so off he went.
Making his escape out the front door of the hospital, Ghaleon thinks once again that fate is an odd thing. Here he was, a man who was supposed to have been days and a thousand years in the grave, walking across the grass of the town at the end of the world. He'd been prepared to die (again) to allow the true heroes their best chance at saving the world he loved so dearly, and yet somehow he is again the last relic of a time and place now lost forever.
In any other situation, the sheer irony of it all would have been enough to make him laugh. As is, he's sure that he may cry when he has a place he can do so where no-one can see.
And now? Now he just wants to explore; perhaps find someone who can help him find something that would perhaps be more appropriate to wear around humans than a hospital gown. The mazoku doesn't particularly care himself, but humans do seem to have a bit of a thing about having a minimum amount of clothing they're comfortable with others wearing. Perhaps it's different with the apparent mixing of cultures here... but he sincerely doubts it.]
Alucard
Um. The same one as when all this happened?
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...I suppose that would be logical. Thank you.
[Internally he's kinda facepalming at himself. Whatever possessed him to ask someone he's never spoken to something like this?]
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You're welcome.
I guess you've slept for a lot longer before?
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[Sorry Roxas. He's not terribly chatty even on a good day.]
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I was out for like a month once.
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[Went to sleep before Columbus "discovered" the Americas, woke up after the United States was a country, and has no idea either event happened.]
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Jeez. You must've missed a lot.
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[If it happened after 1467 and wasn't an event in a certain castle in 1797, he has no idea that it happened.]
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