[why is there angry cawing in the background?]
[....well, whatever it was, it's replaced with a voice now. but it's still angry.]
HEY. I know someone's out there, so would you kindly tell me what the firetruckin' fuck is going on here?!
[and then silence. at least for a few moments, before some almost apologetic muttering follows.] Boss? C'mon kid,
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Who's your boss? Perhaps he or she is here.
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[fffff and that question only makes his tone deflate that much more. fuckdammit, maybe this place isn't home, a dream would know who the hell he was talking about.] Dream. Tall guy, seems to really like the color white.
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No, sorry, I never saw him here.
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I'm Blaine.
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[very curtly:] Matthew.
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Nice to meet you.
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Alright then, kid, just tell me what you know about this place.
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All right. [And because Blaine can't lie and you asked, insert ehre a very long, very detailed explanation of the caravan, the rooms, the strange stuff that happens when they reach a village, the weird creatures, the towers, etc, etc etc...tell him to shut up.]
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Okay, alright, I think I get the picture now, thanks!
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Welcome. I'm not usually this talkative.
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[where's he from? er.] Vermont, originally.
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It might sounds weird but I've meet people from medieval times so....What year?
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Honestly? I have no idea anymore. I....kinda lost track of it.
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