walking in circles before I lie down
Who: thecorpsedaddy, sealbait, and topslug
When: Backdated to Wednesday 9th March, at noon.
Where: In front of the starter apartments, then to Undertaker's house on the edge of sector 4.
Summary: Veser has made the grave mistake decision to take up residence in Undertaker's upstairs room. Taker's come to get him, and introduce him to his new home.
Warnings: Creeper creeping. Action tags so I don't tl;dr. Will update if there's anything else.
[Wednesday at noon had been set as their meeting time, and so Undertaker is not a moment early, but not a moment late either. Just as death itself, and as his profession, he cannot be anything other than precisely on time. And as in his own personal fashion, he draws quite a lot of attention in his arrival. The apartment towers for those who are new to the city is a place he hasn't been to in a long while, but he's still very much familiar with them.
The clapping of horse hooves is something that isn't heard often in the dear city of Siren's Port, but that doesn't prevent Undertaker in his trek. At the head of his Victorian funeral coach, with clear glass sides and intimidating black frame, he clatters along without a care, and a giggle on his lips. There is more than enough room in the back for whatever things his new and interesting roommate has to bring with him. He made sure to remove the casket that had been there and as many of the lilies that had been left over as well. There would be work to do later, the burial of a special person, but he'd made and agreement.
Absently, he hums and wonders, letting his mind wander as the pair of black horses in front of him walk along at a leisurely pace before stopping in front of the building's front doors. Perhaps I should call him, or perhaps he is wait~ Which I wonder~]
When: Backdated to Wednesday 9th March, at noon.
Where: In front of the starter apartments, then to Undertaker's house on the edge of sector 4.
Summary: Veser has made the grave mistake decision to take up residence in Undertaker's upstairs room. Taker's come to get him, and introduce him to his new home.
Warnings: Creeper creeping. Action tags so I don't tl;dr. Will update if there's anything else.
[Wednesday at noon had been set as their meeting time, and so Undertaker is not a moment early, but not a moment late either. Just as death itself, and as his profession, he cannot be anything other than precisely on time. And as in his own personal fashion, he draws quite a lot of attention in his arrival. The apartment towers for those who are new to the city is a place he hasn't been to in a long while, but he's still very much familiar with them.
The clapping of horse hooves is something that isn't heard often in the dear city of Siren's Port, but that doesn't prevent Undertaker in his trek. At the head of his Victorian funeral coach, with clear glass sides and intimidating black frame, he clatters along without a care, and a giggle on his lips. There is more than enough room in the back for whatever things his new and interesting roommate has to bring with him. He made sure to remove the casket that had been there and as many of the lilies that had been left over as well. There would be work to do later, the burial of a special person, but he'd made and agreement.
Absently, he hums and wonders, letting his mind wander as the pair of black horses in front of him walk along at a leisurely pace before stopping in front of the building's front doors. Perhaps I should call him, or perhaps he is wait~ Which I wonder~]