Turn 9
[Written+Action]
[He's more little out of it not, but trying to truck through on his own power for now. Where the hell is Sebastian (who he already tried calling, to no response) or his cane. At least, miraculously, he has his revolver. Even if his clothes are in tatters.
And as such if you are somewhere around the boondocks south end of the village on this fine evening you might see a thirteen year old boy (who looks like he's ten) stubbornly marching off the path towards his own home... on the opposite side of the village.
His clothes, as mentioned, are in tatters and most notably he is missing his eyepatch (though he is trying to keep his right eye forced shut... but is also missing his shirt. He seems to be walking on willpower alone, bleeding in many places with his journal in one hand and his revolver in the other. Oh, and because he has no shirt you might witness the brand burned into his back.
You also might notice that he's stumbling, falling in the dirt sometimes and possibly vomiting up phlegm a little when he does. Bad asthma apparently will do that to you. Every time he'll get back up though. Try to help the shota at your own risk because he is willing to shoot you sobs.
Eventually, at a pause those, he writers down-]
Tell me, L[smear]ceti. How have yo[smear] own expe[smear]nces with the Malnosso been?
[And then, dotted all around there, there are several drops of what sweat, phlegm, and blood drops all look like on a sheet of paper. The picture of this focuses solely on his (normal) left eye, and very close to his face.]
Mine was most unwel[smear]ing.
[He's more little out of it not, but trying to truck through on his own power for now. Where the hell is Sebastian (who he already tried calling, to no response) or his cane. At least, miraculously, he has his revolver. Even if his clothes are in tatters.
And as such if you are somewhere around the boondocks south end of the village on this fine evening you might see a thirteen year old boy (who looks like he's ten) stubbornly marching off the path towards his own home... on the opposite side of the village.
His clothes, as mentioned, are in tatters and most notably he is missing his eyepatch (though he is trying to keep his right eye forced shut... but is also missing his shirt. He seems to be walking on willpower alone, bleeding in many places with his journal in one hand and his revolver in the other. Oh, and because he has no shirt you might witness the brand burned into his back.
You also might notice that he's stumbling, falling in the dirt sometimes and possibly vomiting up phlegm a little when he does. Bad asthma apparently will do that to you. Every time he'll get back up though. Try to help the shota at your own risk because he is willing to shoot you sobs.
Eventually, at a pause those, he writers down-]
Tell me, L[smear]ceti. How have yo[smear] own expe[smear]nces with the Malnosso been?
[And then, dotted all around there, there are several drops of what sweat, phlegm, and blood drops all look like on a sheet of paper. The picture of this focuses solely on his (normal) left eye, and very close to his face.]
Mine was most unwel[smear]ing.