Chapter 6
Characters: ishades, heirconditioner, and oglogoth
Location: The Eater and Albarn (and all their ducklings) Residence
Time: Late afternoon
Style: Starting in Prose, I'll follow you guys!
Status: Closed
The lack of Strider is apparent in the household.
Well, really, the overall lack of life in general is apparent as well. Normally the house is bustling, seven people easily keeping the place full of noise and activity. Today, for one reason or another, it seems all that is left is one John Egbert and his still-First Mate from the day before, Rose Lalonde, the two of them occupying the couch in the main room.
Perhaps they had all gone on a day trip, and couldn't rouse the two kids for it. After all, the two of them had stayed up pretty late the night before (meaning neither had earned a wink of sleep at all, until they were simply too tired to keep their eyes open). Perhaps, for once, everyone had something to go out and do. Shopping to accomplish, alchemitizing to entertain themselves with, whatever small, mundane task that kept their attention.
Whatever the reason, however, the empty house had no sign of their DJ friend. No 'sick fires' being started because inspiration struck the boy. No quiet but ever present 'ill beats' filling up the empty noise. Nothing.
And it made the weight of knowing - or having a grasp of, in any case - why that was so much more hefty for the two of them.
"...perhaps we should consider looking for him," Rose finally pipes up, breaking the tense silence they'd been stewing in for quite a while. As far as the both of them knew, Dave hadn't enjoyed the blind date he'd been set up on - a fact Rose was beginning to feel worse and worse about as time wore on - to any extent. Enough to keep the boy out all night. And, from what the two of them had heard, it involved getting 'TH3 SH1T B3AT OUT OF H1M' in the pursuit of one troll's caliginous intentions.
Location: The Eater and Albarn (and all their ducklings) Residence
Time: Late afternoon
Style: Starting in Prose, I'll follow you guys!
Status: Closed
The lack of Strider is apparent in the household.
Well, really, the overall lack of life in general is apparent as well. Normally the house is bustling, seven people easily keeping the place full of noise and activity. Today, for one reason or another, it seems all that is left is one John Egbert and his still-First Mate from the day before, Rose Lalonde, the two of them occupying the couch in the main room.
Perhaps they had all gone on a day trip, and couldn't rouse the two kids for it. After all, the two of them had stayed up pretty late the night before (meaning neither had earned a wink of sleep at all, until they were simply too tired to keep their eyes open). Perhaps, for once, everyone had something to go out and do. Shopping to accomplish, alchemitizing to entertain themselves with, whatever small, mundane task that kept their attention.
Whatever the reason, however, the empty house had no sign of their DJ friend. No 'sick fires' being started because inspiration struck the boy. No quiet but ever present 'ill beats' filling up the empty noise. Nothing.
And it made the weight of knowing - or having a grasp of, in any case - why that was so much more hefty for the two of them.
"...perhaps we should consider looking for him," Rose finally pipes up, breaking the tense silence they'd been stewing in for quite a while. As far as the both of them knew, Dave hadn't enjoyed the blind date he'd been set up on - a fact Rose was beginning to feel worse and worse about as time wore on - to any extent. Enough to keep the boy out all night. And, from what the two of them had heard, it involved getting 'TH3 SH1T B3AT OUT OF H1M' in the pursuit of one troll's caliginous intentions.