"I can take care of myself," Sasha sounded petulant and more than a little childish. "I've a weapon. My swords. You could bring them to me, and then let me out?"
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 9:42 pm
"Sssssso brave, yesssssssss...I could. If....the little misssssss....would turn down the....lamp, I will....free her." The lamp beside Nona burned brightly, not diminished at all since Sasha had first awoken in her cell.
The trail of terrible decision making (borne of desperation to get her weapon back, nothing more) came to a screeching halt at the words spoken by the being on the other side of the door.
"Who are you," Sasha sounded more herself, "and why would I need to turn down the lamp?"
The lamp in question was given a slightly curious look.
Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 12:47 pm
"Well that'ssssssss a.....question," a rasping hiss of laughter followed. "Whenever the.....little missssssss.....issssssss......ready." The singing began again, moving back and forth behind the door, its voice more clear and eloquent in song than in conversation.
I had a bottle of burgundy wine My true love she did not know It was there I murdered that dear little girl Down on the banks below
"Yes, fine. I'll turn down the lamp. It's just out of reach."
She glanced between the rain barrel and battered metal dipper before glancing at the lamp again. Nona's runes seemed to brighten briefly before dimming once more, and Sasha chewed on her lower lip in contemplation.
Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:58 pm
The singing continued, fading a bit as the other walked further away.
At the campsite, Sasha's hands dug through the supplies pack and found a few meal bars within. Holding them up, she studied the packages with wide-eyed curiosity before solemnly handing all but one over to the others.. "Alright, let's head out to the moors. Flatter ground and fewer trees will allow for a clearer line of sight, yes?"
Opening the meal bar as she walked, the woman held the snack close to her face, inhaling deeply. Eyes fluttering in anticipation, she cautiously took a small bite and disappointment quickly chased any and all pleasure away from her features as she sullenly finished her breakfast.
Jerry and Dylon would find the house to be unchanged from the previous day.
For lack of any other option (as far as she could see), Sasha took the scoop out of the rainwater-filled barrel and tried to toss water towards the lamp. It seemed like a foolish way to turn down the water, but she'd already looked around the room for anything of use and had come up empty-handed.
Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 11:32 am
"No one's here.." Dylon murmured to Jerry, looking inside the cabin. "Did they leave?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 11:33 am
Wash chewed on his own meal bar, letting out a whistling sigh. He patted Sasha reassuringly on the back. "When we get back, we'll make pancakes an' hashbrowns." If the power was back. He frowned. "Well, maybe jus' hashbrowns."
"You can help me with my potato peelin' technique," he quipped, giving her an exaggerated wink in an attempt to lift her spirits.
Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 10:15 am
Jerry wobbled, huffing and deflated as he leaned on the doorway to the cabin to catch his breath, a look of distress on his face. Did something happen to them?
"They... they must have moved on," He mumbled, looking deflated as he checked for any sign they might have left them to know which direction to go.
He staggered back, leaning on his muddy stick as he looked back across the terrain for any sign of footprints in the mud, any clue which direction to go next.
With the goings on at the Island ~ hunters will have the option of going back to Deus on (oocly) this next weds night ~ so if there's something they need to do, they should probably get to it ~
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 9:53 am
"Um... wow." Dylon frowned, rubbing his neck. "I'm curious where the animal tracks lead, but I really feel like we need to find our group."
"W-what makes you think they're animal tracks?" Jerry glanced to Dylon before clearing his throat. "W-wish I knew more about tracking ahahaha." He cleared his throat, looking at the various paths. "I... I suppose... we make a guess?" He studied the prints as best he could, trying to count how many different sizes and theorize which could belong to who. "These are pretty large... they could be Evan's or Wash's maybe?" He pointed in the direction they went. "It's my best guess anyway." Shifting his crutch, he limped forward to follow them.
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