The Graveyard | Afternoon | Friday | September 17
When Bod had left for the graveyard earlier that morning, he'd been expecting just to have a few hours of quiet contemplation. He hadn't expected to dodge what looked like flying fish, he hadn't expected to get his arm bitten to the point of bleeding and he certainly hadn't expected to wield a broken tree branch as a weapon.
Despite the obvious danger, he couldn't make himself leave. While the fish seemed to be coming for him, he wasn't going to leave them to destroy a graveyard. He'd seen vandalism and disrepair come to graveyards and he didn't want that to happen here. Bod was wilier than people gave him credit for and he knew this graveyard so it was easy to move from tombstone to tombstone, hiding behind the slabs of granite so he could get the advantage on the fish when they came flying overhead.
Killing them twice, that was new and annoying, but he was doing it by smacking at them with the tree branch, kicking them and stomping on them when needed. Bod really wished for a ghoul gate or an open grave right about now. Unfortunately, it was just him and his tree branch.
[Open, sure, if you're in the area.]
Despite the obvious danger, he couldn't make himself leave. While the fish seemed to be coming for him, he wasn't going to leave them to destroy a graveyard. He'd seen vandalism and disrepair come to graveyards and he didn't want that to happen here. Bod was wilier than people gave him credit for and he knew this graveyard so it was easy to move from tombstone to tombstone, hiding behind the slabs of granite so he could get the advantage on the fish when they came flying overhead.
Killing them twice, that was new and annoying, but he was doing it by smacking at them with the tree branch, kicking them and stomping on them when needed. Bod really wished for a ghoul gate or an open grave right about now. Unfortunately, it was just him and his tree branch.
[Open, sure, if you're in the area.]