Day 224

[croceamors]

Who: Saix, some Dusks, and you whether you like it or not
Open: Open
When: 224
Where: Your room! Yep. ALT: around the Bastion
What: As it turns out, Dusks are assholes.
Format: I'll follow
Warnings:


Normally mornings in the Bastion are... routine and occasionally dull. That's just how it is.

Yet this morning, a few people might feel something... wet and cool on their face. Moving? The moment they open their eyes, they'll- Okay what the fuck is that. That might be all the thought they get to have before the Dusk Nobody suddenly vanishes in a swirl of Darkness and... Was it holding a sharpie in its hands?

...You might want to go take a look at your face in a mirror. Or give chase. One or the other.

Alternatively...

Whether you've been a victim to bored sharpie scribblings with your face on the canvas or just going about your day as normal, you'll suddenly find a golden retriever and another (or maybe even the same) Dusk Nobody nearly barreling into your kneecaps. The dog moreso than the Nobody, really. The dog looks up with a happy tail wag and what looks like a stick in its mouth before a sharp whistle has both creatures returning to Saix's side.

"Sorry about that." It sounds more obligatory than sincere.

Comments

[croceamors]

"How pleasant." That's nothing but grade A sarcasm right there. "What do souls do without a body, at any rate?"

[amourtician]

"Oh, you know, nothing we could confirm with any acceptable quality of evidence, darling," Jay says, casually. "It's a very delicate field, you have to understand. It's hard to get fieldwork done."

[croceamors]

"I suppose I can understand that." Saix gives a sigh, frowning a bit to himself. "Almost a shame that none of the scientists I knew are here... At least a few of them are tolerable and might have been able to learn more about such an area."

[amourtician]

"Well, we all have people we wish were here," Jay says, suddenly glum. "Can we not talk about that?"