WHO:
coldbeansnsugar,
sable_cloak, [open]
WHERE: Somewhere on the streets of the city
WHEN: September 26th, late evening//night
WARNINGS: Rorschach of all people spamming his goddamn thoughts right into other people's heads? ...guess that does require a warning... Also: Rambling, wordiness, one silly theory and... eh... Bad punctuation? ...and my brain just jumped down the
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At the moment that Rorschach walked by, projecting his thoughts in what the telepathically endowed Shadow felt constituted a shout, he turned his head with everyone else around him and tried to locate the source. He handed the vendor some cash for the newspaper in his hand and casually started a stroll in the direction that he thought the thoughts had gone. If he could catch up, he might be able to determine if this was an intended assault on citizen psyche, or unintentional. Either way, he wanted to know who the unknown individual was that displayed such a use of thought projection.
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"I will walk with you. Think as you will, but open your eyes to the reactions of those around you instead of closing yourself into your thoughts. You will see that what you are thinking is being projected to others." With Lamont nearby, he should also be able to run interference should the situation get out of control. Hopefully by allowing Rorschach to lead the direction they travel, he can build the man's confidence in what he says.
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/Not unlike Miss Boylen. Quite keen on proving story all of them seem to believe so willingly. Offer not too risky. Can prove him wrong. Shatter unreasonable beliefs along with weird idea./
The prospect was promising enough, as there was no way whatever this man said could be true. All he had to figure out was whatever little trick je had used to read his thoughts. But he would find out. Somehow.
In the end, Rorschach put away his weapon with a little grunted "Fine."
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So he didn't believe that the Porter had been the force to bring him here. That was not Lamont's aim, but perhaps if he could see what had happened to him, this new arrival might be willing to suspend a little of his paranoia in exchange for some reason.
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After one look down to his left and right for quick reorientation, the vigilante decided to turn left in order to continue his stroll. He didn't have a particular goal this night. Everything he could think of checking, he had already been to in his search. So tonight was rather meant to come up with something new. Anything, really.
Though the original plan didn't include the company of some stranger. Approving of being followed. It just... Felt wrong.
/Could quickly disable him. No reasons for extreme measures, though. Gullible fool. Could lead him anywhere. Straight into bloody hell. Too trusting. Too easy. Why so hellbent on absurd theory? On making strangers believe while condemning other possibilities? Some sort of control over ( ... )
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/Mind reading. Not good./
"Stop that!" he demanded, reaching up to the brim of his hat instinctively and pulling his fedora a bit further down into his face. Yes. Abigail had claimed there to be mind reading people here. And Rorschach had accused her of lying back then. It doesn't make much more sense than anything else, but somehow the vigilante prefered that idea to what Lamont had claimed to prove.
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"And for your information, the date where I call home is 1937. A fresh start is not easy, everything I've made of myself here I've done in the few months I've had to live here. I did not ask to be taken from my home and my friends."
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Still grumbling a little at himself, Rorschach turned back and continued down the sidewalk. At least, he wasn't done being accusional yet "Still, seem to have simply accepted happenings." he said almost disdainfully "Took things as given without questioning or ever having seen any solid proof. No one can proof anything here. Yet, everyone keeps telling weird stories. Suspicious, really."
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"Until I find a permanent way home, I'll have to make due. I've been sent home and brought back once in the seven months I've spent in this city. No reason I should live without certain basic comforts when I'm perfectly capable of regaining them."
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In the silence accompanying his pondering, the images from Veidt's many television screens returned to him. Too strong an impression as to not leak away, similar to his thoughts kept doing. A giant, squid like monstrosity lying in the middle of New York, its many tentadles making the creatures' radius even larger. Nothing but destroyed buildings all around. Destroyed buildings and dead people. Lots and lots of innocent citizens reduced to absurd bloody lumbs.Rorschach grunts softly to himself and was about to bring one hand up to his temple when not far from them a woman shrieked, whirled around suddenly as if stroke by a thunderbolt. Hands around her head, she looked around frantically, locked eyes with him despite his mask for the ( ... )
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"I can hardly blame the poor girl." He frowns. "That was a bit, excessive, to use that thought. I've seen my fair share of unpleasantness in this world, but I feel that was uncalled for."
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Rorschach growled a little, but managed to collect himself rather quickly "Shouldn't get civilians involved." he said in a stern voice. This may not be his city, but that hardly changed the fact of tere being good and innocent people around. People he once had decided to protect.
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