Listen! ...if you can.
Who: Rorschach (disguised as Walter) coldbeansnsugar, OPEN
What: Deaf vigilante is deaf. And not quite in the mood for vigilantism somehow. Maybe this much silence just doesn't work too well with him...
When: Eh... Now?
Where: at the pool
Warnings: He's acting... Weird. Yes.
The room had been quiet. There was no sound from the guide. The hallways were silent. The water in this giant pool was quieter than any water was supposed to be.
Something... Wasn't right here. And while Rorschach could quite well tell what it was that just wasn't right, he didn't feel very inclined to investigate the matter. Maybe it was the atmosphere of this place. Or the fact, that the whole madness involving those vanished clothes had solved itself. Or that something like that happaned to begin with. Or it was just this deafening silence he had found himself in ever since he kind of woke up this morning.
Deaf. Yes. That's what it was. He just couldn't hear. He couldn't hear the general sounds that usually were to be heard here. Or the voices of other people. Or the transmissions on the guide. Nothing. It was irritating... But at the same time... An acceptable change. Not having to listen to all the madness and stupidity going on was strangely calming.
Rorschach, currently dressed in only that violet pinstripe suite that usually was part of his uniform, tilted his head a little as he looked down into the quiet water of that giant pool. Stared directly at that strangely uncomfortable looking face of that man he used to use as his disguise back in New York: Walter. What use could he be in a place like this? Other than being... Not himself. Could he be useful for this new task of his that seems to be nothing more but restore his world?
Was his world even worth being restored?
A mute growl and he turned from this doubtful reflection.
Of course it was. Despite its faults, there were still countless innocent and good people on Earth. People that didn't deserve to get vaporized. It had been his job to protect them. Now it was his job to restore their world while being stuck in this obscure hellhole of towels, disappearing clothes and odd beings that apparently knew more about him than Rorschach would like them to know.
It may have been easier if he had just remained dead.
Ungloved hands buried themselves into the pockets of his pants as he strolled away from the pool, leaving the water and whatever more to itself. There were things to think over...
What: Deaf vigilante is deaf. And not quite in the mood for vigilantism somehow. Maybe this much silence just doesn't work too well with him...
When: Eh... Now?
Where: at the pool
Warnings: He's acting... Weird. Yes.
The room had been quiet. There was no sound from the guide. The hallways were silent. The water in this giant pool was quieter than any water was supposed to be.
Something... Wasn't right here. And while Rorschach could quite well tell what it was that just wasn't right, he didn't feel very inclined to investigate the matter. Maybe it was the atmosphere of this place. Or the fact, that the whole madness involving those vanished clothes had solved itself. Or that something like that happaned to begin with. Or it was just this deafening silence he had found himself in ever since he kind of woke up this morning.
Deaf. Yes. That's what it was. He just couldn't hear. He couldn't hear the general sounds that usually were to be heard here. Or the voices of other people. Or the transmissions on the guide. Nothing. It was irritating... But at the same time... An acceptable change. Not having to listen to all the madness and stupidity going on was strangely calming.
Rorschach, currently dressed in only that violet pinstripe suite that usually was part of his uniform, tilted his head a little as he looked down into the quiet water of that giant pool. Stared directly at that strangely uncomfortable looking face of that man he used to use as his disguise back in New York: Walter. What use could he be in a place like this? Other than being... Not himself. Could he be useful for this new task of his that seems to be nothing more but restore his world?
Was his world even worth being restored?
A mute growl and he turned from this doubtful reflection.
Of course it was. Despite its faults, there were still countless innocent and good people on Earth. People that didn't deserve to get vaporized. It had been his job to protect them. Now it was his job to restore their world while being stuck in this obscure hellhole of towels, disappearing clothes and odd beings that apparently knew more about him than Rorschach would like them to know.
It may have been easier if he had just remained dead.
Ungloved hands buried themselves into the pockets of his pants as he strolled away from the pool, leaving the water and whatever more to itself. There were things to think over...