Enter, Master Snakebite
"Ha! You ill-begotten, unworthy wretch! You did not kill me! Nothing can kill Master Steerpike, nothing!" He claims, repeats, singing and dancing madly as he flails in the darkening, rainy night. Until... In a surprising deft movement he turns and stares at an uncanny source of light, a beacon in the night, and he suddenly realized he is no longer in Gormenghast. All the better, he decides - he might as well make his fortune, his power elsewhere. For all his madness, Steerpike had calculated the moment his knife pierced Flay's heart that he could no longer haunt the halls of the remote castle.
He makes his way to the building - a manor of sorts, he realizes, and there seems to be more then enough activity to warrant his interest, though perhaps vaguely familiar. The mask on his face is a rather uncomfortable thing, but he decides to keep it - the lords of this place will likely recoil at the sight of the burnt, waxen half of his face. That his new-found ugliness might reflect the darkness of his own soul is not even something he considers - in his sick mind, nothing is more justified than all the things he did, bringing revolution upon the sclerosis that is the Groan dynasty.
He dusts himself uselessly (he is drenched with rainwater, from here or there, only the gods know) and buttons his coat, pleased that the embroidery wasn’t overly destroyed by the hazards of travels (whichever they might be). His most charming smile plastered on his face, he knocks on the door. (Run, if you can!)
Typist: This is Steerpike (or Snakebite, Sneertike, Speartight, though he hates it when people get his name wrong), form Marvin Peake's Gormenghast Series. The Wiki has been updated (there was no entry). Tagged entries are 3 years old, I'm picking this awesome puppet ! (He's got me people, save me!)
He makes his way to the building - a manor of sorts, he realizes, and there seems to be more then enough activity to warrant his interest, though perhaps vaguely familiar. The mask on his face is a rather uncomfortable thing, but he decides to keep it - the lords of this place will likely recoil at the sight of the burnt, waxen half of his face. That his new-found ugliness might reflect the darkness of his own soul is not even something he considers - in his sick mind, nothing is more justified than all the things he did, bringing revolution upon the sclerosis that is the Groan dynasty.
He dusts himself uselessly (he is drenched with rainwater, from here or there, only the gods know) and buttons his coat, pleased that the embroidery wasn’t overly destroyed by the hazards of travels (whichever they might be). His most charming smile plastered on his face, he knocks on the door. (Run, if you can!)
Typist: This is Steerpike (or Snakebite, Sneertike, Speartight, though he hates it when people get his name wrong), form Marvin Peake's Gormenghast Series. The Wiki has been updated (there was no entry). Tagged entries are 3 years old, I'm picking this awesome puppet ! (He's got me people, save me!)