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thebastion2015-01-19 01:41 pm
dragonsorcsandwolves) wrote in thebastion2015-01-19 01:41 pm
Entry tags:
Day 271 | OPEN | The first step is usually the hardest
Who: Rob, Anyone
Open: Open
When: Day 271
Where: Wherever
What: Unexpected fashion choices.
Format: Will match
[Pre-post solo stuff]
It had been a week already and, like every morning where he had woken up in his cottage over the past week, once he was ready to leave he stopped and stared at what was on his dresser for a bit before taking it to a mirror and staring at it again. Even being his own worst critic he could tell that he'd done a good job, all things considered. He liked how it looked with the mix of badass, primal, and vaguely creepy despite it not turning out exactly as he'd imagined.
But what about other people? He was very much aware that in his own world this would be considered weird despite his own opinions of it, and that was the problem. If he went outside with this he risked being stared at, people judging him, and people thinking he's weird. The horror.
Today though, as he looks at it in the mirror, a thought occurs to him. Namely, a thought about the waste if he doesn't take it outside. With that thought in mind, he slowly makes his way downstairs to his front door. And stands there. He puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, pulls it back, pauses, puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, and repeats the process a few more times. The phrase "They're all gonna laugh at you!" starts bouncing around inside his head and he closes his eyes, trying to force down the anxiety that's making its way up. If he'd thought ahead he could potentially have avoided this problem; if he hadn't acted like his usual self when he'd first arrived everyone might expect something like this from him, but instead he'd presented himself as he normally did and now feels the weight of everyone's expectations about what he's like pressing down on him. Acting against that expectation is hard, and he's not sure how long he remains frozen in front of the door, paralyzed by internal conflict.
Finally though, he clenches his teeth and starts breathing heavily. Will a colossal burst of willpower he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him before he act on the urge to abort and go back inside.
[Open]
As of today, Rob has started to accessorize a bit. And by that I mean: a rabbit skull with a shard faintly glowing from within each eye socket, two rabbit humeruses, two rabbit femurs, and two rabbit tibias are spaced out on a braided leather cord, which is being worn by Rob as a necklace. Yes, this is indeed a thing that is happening, and will continue to happen for the foreseeable future. Rob himself is just going about his business as usual, though he does look oddly tense while doing so.
One order of business for today though is to hunt down everyone who went on the mission to the Ura. With those people, he approaches them, unintentionally stealthily contrary to expectations based on appearances, and quietly speaks up despite his apprehension about actually being the one to initiate conversation.
"Hey, um, I was, uh, I was wondering how well the carts worked out, and, uh, and if there were any improvements you think I could make to them. Or for if I make another one. I-If you're not too busy, of course."
Open: Open
When: Day 271
Where: Wherever
What: Unexpected fashion choices.
Format: Will match
[Pre-post solo stuff]
It had been a week already and, like every morning where he had woken up in his cottage over the past week, once he was ready to leave he stopped and stared at what was on his dresser for a bit before taking it to a mirror and staring at it again. Even being his own worst critic he could tell that he'd done a good job, all things considered. He liked how it looked with the mix of badass, primal, and vaguely creepy despite it not turning out exactly as he'd imagined.
But what about other people? He was very much aware that in his own world this would be considered weird despite his own opinions of it, and that was the problem. If he went outside with this he risked being stared at, people judging him, and people thinking he's weird. The horror.
Today though, as he looks at it in the mirror, a thought occurs to him. Namely, a thought about the waste if he doesn't take it outside. With that thought in mind, he slowly makes his way downstairs to his front door. And stands there. He puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, pulls it back, pauses, puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, and repeats the process a few more times. The phrase "They're all gonna laugh at you!" starts bouncing around inside his head and he closes his eyes, trying to force down the anxiety that's making its way up. If he'd thought ahead he could potentially have avoided this problem; if he hadn't acted like his usual self when he'd first arrived everyone might expect something like this from him, but instead he'd presented himself as he normally did and now feels the weight of everyone's expectations about what he's like pressing down on him. Acting against that expectation is hard, and he's not sure how long he remains frozen in front of the door, paralyzed by internal conflict.
Finally though, he clenches his teeth and starts breathing heavily. Will a colossal burst of willpower he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him before he act on the urge to abort and go back inside.
[Open]
As of today, Rob has started to accessorize a bit. And by that I mean: a rabbit skull with a shard faintly glowing from within each eye socket, two rabbit humeruses, two rabbit femurs, and two rabbit tibias are spaced out on a braided leather cord, which is being worn by Rob as a necklace. Yes, this is indeed a thing that is happening, and will continue to happen for the foreseeable future. Rob himself is just going about his business as usual, though he does look oddly tense while doing so.
One order of business for today though is to hunt down everyone who went on the mission to the Ura. With those people, he approaches them, unintentionally stealthily contrary to expectations based on appearances, and quietly speaks up despite his apprehension about actually being the one to initiate conversation.
"Hey, um, I was, uh, I was wondering how well the carts worked out, and, uh, and if there were any improvements you think I could make to them. Or for if I make another one. I-If you're not too busy, of course."
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We might not be from the same Earth so this might not be the case in your world, but in mine there are seven continents: Europe, Asia, Africa, North America, South America, Australia, and Antarctica. Europe, Asia, and Africa are connected to each other but not to any of the others, so if it's prior to 1492 in your world - assuming our worlds are the same - no one on any of those continents would know about the other four. North and South America are connected and are west of Europe across the Atlantic Ocean. Australia is southeast of Asia, and Antarctica is south of Africa, at the south pole. From what I recall the numbers most educated people in the 15th century and earlier had calculated for the size of the Earth were mostly right; the other four continents are just what fill in the blank spaces on the globe, rather than just being open ocean.
[So yes, what Alucard probably read about the Earth being round and the size it is is right, there just happens to be more stuff on the planet than originally thought.
The Bugs Bunny cartoon is wrong nobody who had a good education believed that the world was flat back then but because of it now everything thinks that. /mild pet peeve]...What century is it in your world? For me it's the 21st century.
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We'll just pretend he meant "edge of the world" in a more metaphorical sense, and that we weren't all lied to as children.Alucard is quiet for a moment, trying to take in the idea that there were - or rather, had been - four massive pieces of land that he hadn't previously known about. In a way it makes sense; those vast empty spaces on the maps had always bothered him, and learning that something was there gave a small sense of vindication. Still, to know there was so much of it was a daunting prospect to someone who had only ever been within a hundred miles of home.
It doesn't help that he doesn't actually know the answer to Rob's question.]
...Ah... The last time I was aware of the year, it was 1467. However, I was asleep for quite some time, so I am uncertain of how many centuries passed between then and my awakening. I believe it to have been at least one, based upon the bloodline of certain individuals I encountered.
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So many lies.]I'm... guessing magic was involved in that? Most people couldn't sleep for that long and still wake up afterwards.
no subject
[...And now he just has to wait and hope that the revelation doesn't cause screaming. Most people here haven't seemed to care terribly much, and Alucard hates the screaming.]
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Well there's no screaming (if Rob ever starts screaming, something has gone terribly, horribly wrong), but there is a lot of confused blinking and a bit of caution entering his body language. It takes him a bit to come up with a response, and when he does he goes for the scientific option.]
I... wouldn't've thought vampires could have biological children, not being alive and all.
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...Where else would dhampires originate?
no subject
[He pronounces the word carefully and deliberately; it's obviously not a word he's familiar with.]
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It is what one calls the offspring of a vampire and a human. Neither one nor the other, yet possessing qualities of both.
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[He has questions about how the circumstances of that relationship went and exactly which traits Alucard himself possesses, but he's not sure they're really something to be asking someone he doesn't know very well, so shifting gears slightly.]
As far as I know my world doesn't have anything like vampires, though there are stories and legends about them. Whether that means there ever were any I don't know though.