creeper creeper
[ WHO ]: Altair Grayston, Liechtenstein, the Teutonic Order, Hungary
[ WHERE ]: Some hallway somewhere, we'll see?
[ WHEN ]: January 26th, late night.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed because oh god four people already, seriously.
[ RATING ]: (use G, PG, etc.) PG-13, might end up being R, it depends!
[ WARNINGS ]: This is not the adorable Liechtenstein you are used to.
[ NOTES ]: POSSESSION. POSSESSION. POSSESSION.
He knew that snotty little kid was out looking for danger again - didn't he know better? Didn't he know that things lurked in the night, were waiting out for him? Altair was waiting in the shadows; the ghosts were letting him sense the young nation's presence, letting him get ready to strike without warning. Normally, Altair disliked the young crusader; disliked his attitude, his arrogance, his loudness, the way he talked... everything.
The ghosts were simply channeling that anger into something far more productive. He lay waiting, chainmail barely making a sound; the moment he came a bit closer, Altair was going to have a neat little surprise for him.
A surprise that may or may not involve pagan magic. (spoiler alert: it does.) That surprise may or may not also include a bullet from one of his -- well, now two possessed helpers. He wasn't sure where Konan was, but that wasn't a problem; Lie was right here, and she'd help, yes? The ghosts had seen to that.
[ WHERE ]: Some hallway somewhere, we'll see?
[ WHEN ]: January 26th, late night.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed because oh god four people already, seriously.
[ RATING ]: (use G, PG, etc.) PG-13, might end up being R, it depends!
[ WARNINGS ]: This is not the adorable Liechtenstein you are used to.
[ NOTES ]: POSSESSION. POSSESSION. POSSESSION.
He knew that snotty little kid was out looking for danger again - didn't he know better? Didn't he know that things lurked in the night, were waiting out for him? Altair was waiting in the shadows; the ghosts were letting him sense the young nation's presence, letting him get ready to strike without warning. Normally, Altair disliked the young crusader; disliked his attitude, his arrogance, his loudness, the way he talked... everything.
The ghosts were simply channeling that anger into something far more productive. He lay waiting, chainmail barely making a sound; the moment he came a bit closer, Altair was going to have a neat little surprise for him.
A surprise that may or may not involve pagan magic. (spoiler alert: it does.) That surprise may or may not also include a bullet from one of his -- well, now two possessed helpers. He wasn't sure where Konan was, but that wasn't a problem; Lie was right here, and she'd help, yes? The ghosts had seen to that.