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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.]
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I can hardly deny that I needed to be in the hospital for a time, but hardly for the same reason as the ones in quarantine. [He smirks a little.] Reasons which unfortunately left my only set of clothes unsalvageable.
[The smirk drops.]
I made quite certain to thoroughly cleanse myself before leaving due to my proximity to the potentially infected, but if you feel you still must beat me, do be gentle about it. I'm sure the doctor has rather more important things to do than sew me back together a second time.
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Nah, if you're clean and the space cadet didn't keep you in the hospital, not my problem. If you're lookin' for clothes though, I can probably help you out. Not if you're expecting something all fancy, but there's a quick answer. People around here just buy everything with these shard things. I got a few.
[ Running her tongue over her teeth and considering charity versus having a good time at Ghaleon's expense, Roze decides its probably not very nice to flirt when a guy doesn't have a pair of pants to his name. ]
Tch. You can walk a bit, right? Follow me. There's an onsen. I'll drop you off over there and grab you some clothes, then come back. You know what an onsen is?
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Oh, and the answer to both questions is "Yes."
[Lead on, fair lady. He shall follow where you guide him.]
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Great, awesome. Glad you know that much. Some people around her are daft like soggy boards. [She mutters, rolling a finger in the air beside her head, indicating their level of coherency and intellect was not necessarily up to her standards. ]
My name's Roze. You can call me whatever you like, doesn't matter around here. Names don't carry a whole lot of weight these days, I'm sure you understand. [ She remarks conversationally, leading Ghaleon towards the massive onsen. At least everything was fairly nearby. No hour walks or anything, mercy. ]
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[He doesn't elaborate, although it's clear he left the topic open for discussion if Roze cares to know more.]
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Well, hate to break it to you, Powder, but things obviously ain't all that peaches and cream here. Shit blew up, everything went to hell and here we are. Fortunately I got to the party fashionably late, so at least there's a little variety in company. I'd have hated to be the first survivor thinkin' I'd be all alone or something. [ She grimaced, shuddering at the idea as she led him up to the onsen proper, peeking around for any company. No one so far. ]
Ghaleon's a neat name, though, for what it's worth. It sounds pretty prestigious, and I ain't the kinda person to pay out compliments arbitrarily. If somebody told me that name, I might'a considered it for the baby list or somethin'. [ Not that it sounds weird to say something like that or anything. ]
Alrighty. Strip. Bathe. Relax. If you know your measurements that'd be helpful, but if not I'm just gonna get you some clothes and guesstimate. What I plan on getting you it easily adjusted anyways. Kinda one size fits all.