[ Open // Signius' Night Out ]
Method: [action/prose]
Who: Signius Dremire and anyone else.
Where: Around the Sleipnir (like with Allen's post, just say where)
When: January 23, Evening
What: Signius' awakens and decides that maybe -- MAYBE -- he should get a better look around the ship.
He awoke with a start. Signius should have been used to waking like that, covered in sweat and shaking, but it never was easier. He brought a hand before his face and looked at it carefully -- thankfully, it wasn't covered in blood. It never is, but... He pulled the dagger out from under the pillow he'd been resting on, gripping it tightly as he tried to slow his breathing. He closed his eyes for a moment while taking deep breaths, but he could see it again. He could smell the sickeningly slick blood, taste...
He retched. Sleep wouldn't be returning now.
Pulling himself from the bunk, the knight stretched his limbs. At least he could move fully now, as if he had recovered from whatever had happened to him before. That much was good, at least. Slipping the dagger back into the sheath on his belt, Signius brought the large black broadsword up from beside the bunk and slung it back into the holster on his back. The weight was familiar, calming, and he was ready to see the ship itself.
Stepping from the bunk room on the lower floor of the ship, Signius Dremire began his exploration.
Who: Signius Dremire and anyone else.
Where: Around the Sleipnir (like with Allen's post, just say where)
When: January 23, Evening
What: Signius' awakens and decides that maybe -- MAYBE -- he should get a better look around the ship.
He awoke with a start. Signius should have been used to waking like that, covered in sweat and shaking, but it never was easier. He brought a hand before his face and looked at it carefully -- thankfully, it wasn't covered in blood. It never is, but... He pulled the dagger out from under the pillow he'd been resting on, gripping it tightly as he tried to slow his breathing. He closed his eyes for a moment while taking deep breaths, but he could see it again. He could smell the sickeningly slick blood, taste...
He retched. Sleep wouldn't be returning now.
Pulling himself from the bunk, the knight stretched his limbs. At least he could move fully now, as if he had recovered from whatever had happened to him before. That much was good, at least. Slipping the dagger back into the sheath on his belt, Signius brought the large black broadsword up from beside the bunk and slung it back into the holster on his back. The weight was familiar, calming, and he was ready to see the ship itself.
Stepping from the bunk room on the lower floor of the ship, Signius Dremire began his exploration.