Just occasionally, Jack's curiosity gets the better of him. Like, for instance, now; when even though he knows this place is dangerous, and beyond that, can't get a Reading at all...
...actually, because of that, he took a diversion on his general road exploration and drove the Coraline straight for the town. She broke down just outside the town, and he decided he'll figure out what's wrong with her later.
The pirate strolls into town casually - an appearance that becomes less genuine as he walks. This fog doesn't just cloud his eyesight, it seems.
The quiet, the fog and the cold gusts of wintry wind are normal enough, but Jo is really not fond of today's random. Like those fucking, sudden, no warning because of the fog, chasms in the road.
Turning around for the third time, she walks in the darkness, one hand at her back resting against the butt of her revolver. In the distance there was a shape appearing.
Huh. It looked like a church. A creepy, dark, empty, middle of the night church.
It's almost horror movie cliche, but she approaches anyway.
Candles dimly light the sparse interior, picking out the outlines of frames on the walls, pews on the floor, smooth columns supporting the ceiling. A massive wooden crucifix hangs behind the altar. A woman stands before it, veiled in lace. She turns to face the intruder, surprise on her face.
Wolfgang's hackles are up, and he doesn't much like it.
He had come down this way on reports of werewolves in the region: not all of his scouts has returned intact, and he had decided his special flair was needed.
He did not much want to get lost in a town that smells stale and musty and not at all tasty.
This guy smells tasty though. Maybe he can help the Baron. For information or a snack.
Tactic: pretend to be cool and suave and Know Things, by leaning against a wall as casual as possible.
This particular Unnamed Guy tends to be suspicious of ... Well, everyone, but especially those who are cool and suave and casual. This applies doubly in creepy towns.
One of Oliver's 'get away from the farm' trips took him here. Yes, it was a long trip.
And then his van broke down, and he's hoping there'll be someone to help in this slightly creepy-looking town. Out of habit, Oliver finds himself walking towards the church.
The conversation drops, and for a long moment there's only uncertain silence.
A man eventually opens the door, caution and curiosity on his face in equal parts. In the rear, just in front of the altar, an old woman watches with amazed annoyance.
Tanya's had enough of Isabelle and Harth and all of their damned rules, and just too many bloody vampires. So, she's not gone back to Rome - she's been wandering around instead, having stolen a car and any other things that would be useful.
Alas, her car has stopped working, so she's heading into the nearest town on foot to see if she can steal another one.
Oh definitely human, just human that hangs out with Slayers, witches, the Key, and werewolves among others. And seems to attract demons for some reason, doesn't know why that is.
And girl that talks like Giles or Spike, ok. Very pretty girl too.
"Me either. Maybe there's a sign around here." Even a street sign might help as he started to walk around to look for one.
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...actually, because of that, he took a diversion on his general road exploration and drove the Coraline straight for the town. She broke down just outside the town, and he decided he'll figure out what's wrong with her later.
The pirate strolls into town casually - an appearance that becomes less genuine as he walks. This fog doesn't just cloud his eyesight, it seems.
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Getting closer.
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"Show yourself then."
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Split by screeeech!
And the woosh of air as something big and meat-colored swoops in with sharp claws.
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Turning around for the third time, she walks in the darkness, one hand at her back resting against the butt of her revolver. In the distance there was a shape appearing.
Huh. It looked like a church. A creepy, dark, empty, middle of the night church.
It's almost horror movie cliche, but she approaches anyway.
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Her fingers curls around the butt of the gun. Jo tipped her head, in the closest to a hey or Ma'am as that one was getting.
"I was starting to think no one lived here anymore." Wry. "What's with the horror movie take-over?"
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He's scowling (it's a default facial expression) and searching for something to tell him what on earth is going on.
He's so far unsuccessful.
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He had come down this way on reports of werewolves in the region: not all of his scouts has returned intact, and he had decided his special flair was needed.
He did not much want to get lost in a town that smells stale and musty and not at all tasty.
This guy smells tasty though. Maybe he can help the Baron. For information or a snack.
Tactic: pretend to be cool and suave and Know Things, by leaning against a wall as casual as possible.
"Have you used that sword, yet?"
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"A few times."
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"In this town?"
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And then his van broke down, and he's hoping there'll be someone to help in this slightly creepy-looking town. Out of habit, Oliver finds himself walking towards the church.
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Through the door, he can hear muffled conversation.
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A man eventually opens the door, caution and curiosity on his face in equal parts. In the rear, just in front of the altar, an old woman watches with amazed annoyance.
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Alas, her car has stopped working, so she's heading into the nearest town on foot to see if she can steal another one.
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And not at in a good way.
He noticed somebody else nearby and hurried over.
"Hey, do you know where we are?"
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And girl that talks like Giles or Spike, ok. Very pretty girl too.
"Me either. Maybe there's a sign around here." Even a street sign might help as he started to walk around to look for one.
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