[Ruins, like graveyards, tend to look pretty repetitive unto themselves. Only so much variety one can get with bloody rock, Neil. Ain't it new and original? No, it ain't, 'cause it's bloody rock.
And that's all it is. Forget your commemorative architecture, your attempted brush with immortality (almost as ironic in ruins as in graveyards-actually, maybe more); like the man says, all comes to dust.
But blood. Like copper ore vein in a granite slab.
That he can smell, trace, follow from anywhere.
And so he finds her immediately.
He stands right above her. …Most of her. Or the least, rather. He's chosen to look at her face.
The toe of his boot almost but not quite contacts the edge of the pool.
His face is unreadable. Like there was anyone there to read it.
Knows better than to think she actually could. The romantic never died in him. But it got damn well used to death.
…She'll be back, after all. Knows enough about this place to know that.
Follow the red herring road (attn. Ezio)samianscarDecember 13 2010, 20:12:25 UTC
[He rounded an obelisk and stopped. Ahead of him was a silhouette in the Mist. Could very nearly be another outcrop of ruination. But vampiric olfactics knew.
Pushing off from a pillar, Spike made a straight beeline in (would-be without Mist) plain view. Toward what smelled like twelve kinds of monster blood and eventually proved to be a man with a sword.
He didn't try to sneak. Let the guy see him approach and make the first move. Otherwise, Spike'd have to decide between going for information or for bludgeoning on reaching him.]
[OOC: Can also move this to a log! Let me know what's preferable! --Esp. Lady A. whose forgepost I'm spamming.]
[ Ezio turns his head slightly to look at whoever it is creeping up on him, Eagle Vision lighting up the other figure with a steady red glow. He doesn't react. Unlike the monsters, which are either aren't human shaped or lack the coordination to walk that well, he's more than used to human foes. By his line of reasoning, soldiers notice him when he's killed or killing, and he's done none such here. He returns his attention back on the steady glow of treasure he can see from the top of the crumbed tower in front of him. The stairs were out, crumbled away over the years, so the only way up is to scale the building itself.
He can hear no other threats, so he sheathes his sword and takes a step back from the tower, judging handholds. ]
[Spike keeps walking steadily toward him, breathing deeply all the way, sorting scents. Blood all over this guy. At least one sort of it monsterishly so pungent as to make it difficult to tell if he's also trailing the right-very wrong-blood.
If the guy bloodied up a monster, they might be considered by some to be on the same "side". At most moments, especially this one, Spike wasn't inclined to believe in sides. Also possible some of the monstery smell was this guy. Either way… who cares. Spike was in the mood to expect the worst.
He didn't attack right away. Neither "he". So Spike walked right up, stopping shoulder to shoulder with Ezio. He crossed his arms over his chest, clasped his hands on his own forearms, and looked up at whatever Ezio was looking at.]
Cut right to it (attn. Isley)samianscarDecember 13 2010, 20:15:16 UTC
[however long it took, he got there in the end. No sustenance quite like following the scent of the blood of a... person you knew and had weird out of proportion feelings about.
He hadn't eaten or stopped and was covered in ruin dust and Fog residue and probably some other things, depending on who/what he'd encountered along the way.
Reply
Oh God No
]
Reply
He finds Dawn first. Doesn't matter where she is: he'll follow her scent and let himself in-forcing not breaking (doors or windows, whichever) only.
Whereupon he'll wake her if she's asleep, or otherwise stop whatever she's doing; grab her by both shoulders and say,]
Don't look at your forge. Or if you have already, don't worry, I'm on it.
[and will leatherily flap out the way he came.
…And Jennifer had asked if he could turn into a bat.
Ruddy fucking hell.]
[...P.S. This is why he hates these buggering kilnges.]
Reply
And that's all it is. Forget your commemorative architecture, your attempted brush with immortality (almost as ironic in ruins as in graveyards-actually, maybe more); like the man says, all comes to dust.
But blood. Like copper ore vein in a granite slab.
That he can smell, trace, follow from anywhere.
And so he finds her immediately.
He stands right above her. …Most of her. Or the least, rather. He's chosen to look at her face.
The toe of his boot almost but not quite contacts the edge of the pool.
His face is unreadable. Like there was anyone there to read it.
Knows better than to think she actually could. The romantic never died in him. But it got damn well used to death.
…She'll be back, after all. Knows enough about this place to know that.
Doesn't matter. Someone's gonna pay.
(She was probably evil herself ( ... )
Reply
Pushing off from a pillar, Spike made a straight beeline in (would-be without Mist) plain view. Toward what smelled like twelve kinds of monster blood and eventually proved to be a man with a sword.
He didn't try to sneak. Let the guy see him approach and make the first move. Otherwise, Spike'd have to decide between going for information or for bludgeoning on reaching him.]
[OOC: Can also move this to a log! Let me know what's preferable! --Esp. Lady A. whose forgepost I'm spamming.]
Reply
He can hear no other threats, so he sheathes his sword and takes a step back from the tower, judging handholds. ]
Reply
If the guy bloodied up a monster, they might be considered by some to be on the same "side". At most moments, especially this one, Spike wasn't inclined to believe in sides. Also possible some of the monstery smell was this guy. Either way… who cares. Spike was in the mood to expect the worst.
He didn't attack right away. Neither "he". So Spike walked right up, stopping shoulder to shoulder with Ezio. He crossed his arms over his chest, clasped his hands on his own forearms, and looked up at whatever Ezio was looking at.]
Reply
He hadn't eaten or stopped and was covered in ruin dust and Fog residue and probably some other things, depending on who/what he'd encountered along the way.
But he found the end of the trail.]
Reply
Leave a comment