♠♠♠ 5th Hand ♠♠♠ [Backdated Log] Follow the trail of breadcrumbs down the rabbit hole.
Who: walk_in_grey sonuvasnitch punchebards shootsatclowns and anyone else who answered this Voice post
Where: Near the fountain and later on inside the tunels.
When: One hour after this call
Style: Third
Status: Closed
It had taken quite a great deal of negotiating to persuade Timcampy to stay behind and watch over Lenalee who was still deep in her coma slumber. Promises of sandwiches and roasts and pizza had to be made before the fanged winged ball would give up. After this, Allen was pretty much convinced that the tiny Golem had replicated his appetite and the massive food intake. Still Allen needed him to keep an eye on Lenalee. She was defenseless in her current position and Allen did not want to take ANY chances. Even so, his thoughts returned to her from time to time no matter what was on his mind.
He shook his head vigorously before taking out the Dreamberry to see where he was on the map. Oh you had to be kidding him. The map revealed to Allen that he had taken a wrong turn at the last intersection. It seemed even with the mapping function Allen could still get lost as long as he looked away from the Dreamberry.
Even with the ice mostly gone along with the mountain, there was still a feeling of tension in the air. Even though the blizzard had stopped and it no longer snowed, Allen couldn't help shake off the chills. The dead vegetation and wildlife certainly didn't help with that either. For a dreamworld, Somarium could definitely be praised for how vivid its effects were on the human psyche. For a moment he wished Lenalee was awake after all. Sleeping at a time like this was too dangerous but these...comas that took people without warning, were impossible to mend. All he could do was wait. But that dream....that dream meant waiting was no longer an option either. He didn't know how many felt that way, but he found one who did and after that, others followed.
Once the fountain showed on the map as close to him, Allen left the main street, opting for the back-streets to lead him to the rendezvous point. Because of that Allen walked with his eyes glued to the Dreamberry. After a few more minutes, Allen stepped into the alley. The fact that it was empty by the time he arrived, surprised him quite a bit. Allen was used to be among the last to arrive. But for him to be the very first that was a bit of a rarity for him. After scanning both ends for signs of any guards or maybe even an ambush, (what the hell is he thinking? This place might be getting to him just a bit) Allen leaned against one of the walls and crossed his arms for warmth. He tilted his eyes skywards. Overcast and grey, much like his mind and eyes. That poetic detail escaped him though as he started to wonder when the others would get there.
Back home, Timcampy....was furious. Righteous indignation radiated from the winged golden ball. Stupid master was going into deep creepy tunnels that led god knows where and he was left behind. Even so, his purpose here was just as important. The golem sighed and flew upstairs again and past Flonne's room before carefully slipping into Lenalee's room. She was still sleeping it seemed. The outrage changed to a brooding gloom. If only Lenalee was awake, she would have stopped stupid master from meddling in things out of his league. Why couldn't that young master learn that every time he stuck his nose into too big a pot, he would get hurt. Why just last time alone, Timcampy had to intervene to get him back.
Tim landed softly on top of Lenalee's stomach over the cover. The pegs beneath him turned into minute hands. The golem crawled his way almost like a toddler, up until he could see Lenalee's face. Lifting one of those small almost baby like hands, Timcampy touched Lenalee's cheek. His wings drooped a bit when there was no reaction. Resigning himself to the state of things, Timcampy curled up with his tail on top of Lenalee's chest. That way he could see when she would awake. IF she would awake.
Where: Near the fountain and later on inside the tunels.
When: One hour after this call
Style: Third
Status: Closed
It had taken quite a great deal of negotiating to persuade Timcampy to stay behind and watch over Lenalee who was still deep in her coma slumber. Promises of sandwiches and roasts and pizza had to be made before the fanged winged ball would give up. After this, Allen was pretty much convinced that the tiny Golem had replicated his appetite and the massive food intake. Still Allen needed him to keep an eye on Lenalee. She was defenseless in her current position and Allen did not want to take ANY chances. Even so, his thoughts returned to her from time to time no matter what was on his mind.
He shook his head vigorously before taking out the Dreamberry to see where he was on the map. Oh you had to be kidding him. The map revealed to Allen that he had taken a wrong turn at the last intersection. It seemed even with the mapping function Allen could still get lost as long as he looked away from the Dreamberry.
Even with the ice mostly gone along with the mountain, there was still a feeling of tension in the air. Even though the blizzard had stopped and it no longer snowed, Allen couldn't help shake off the chills. The dead vegetation and wildlife certainly didn't help with that either. For a dreamworld, Somarium could definitely be praised for how vivid its effects were on the human psyche. For a moment he wished Lenalee was awake after all. Sleeping at a time like this was too dangerous but these...comas that took people without warning, were impossible to mend. All he could do was wait. But that dream....that dream meant waiting was no longer an option either. He didn't know how many felt that way, but he found one who did and after that, others followed.
Once the fountain showed on the map as close to him, Allen left the main street, opting for the back-streets to lead him to the rendezvous point. Because of that Allen walked with his eyes glued to the Dreamberry. After a few more minutes, Allen stepped into the alley. The fact that it was empty by the time he arrived, surprised him quite a bit. Allen was used to be among the last to arrive. But for him to be the very first that was a bit of a rarity for him. After scanning both ends for signs of any guards or maybe even an ambush, (what the hell is he thinking? This place might be getting to him just a bit) Allen leaned against one of the walls and crossed his arms for warmth. He tilted his eyes skywards. Overcast and grey, much like his mind and eyes. That poetic detail escaped him though as he started to wonder when the others would get there.
Back home, Timcampy....was furious. Righteous indignation radiated from the winged golden ball. Stupid master was going into deep creepy tunnels that led god knows where and he was left behind. Even so, his purpose here was just as important. The golem sighed and flew upstairs again and past Flonne's room before carefully slipping into Lenalee's room. She was still sleeping it seemed. The outrage changed to a brooding gloom. If only Lenalee was awake, she would have stopped stupid master from meddling in things out of his league. Why couldn't that young master learn that every time he stuck his nose into too big a pot, he would get hurt. Why just last time alone, Timcampy had to intervene to get him back.
Tim landed softly on top of Lenalee's stomach over the cover. The pegs beneath him turned into minute hands. The golem crawled his way almost like a toddler, up until he could see Lenalee's face. Lifting one of those small almost baby like hands, Timcampy touched Lenalee's cheek. His wings drooped a bit when there was no reaction. Resigning himself to the state of things, Timcampy curled up with his tail on top of Lenalee's chest. That way he could see when she would awake. IF she would awake.