in the middle of the dark night

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[inonebody]

[ I'll give you haunted. ]

[bookofworlds]

JANET.

YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW.

[inonebody]

[ No. I don't have enough icons for this. ]

[bookofworlds]

[Pussy.]

[duplicar]

I knew I should have brought my shotgun.

[staunchest]

[ Well, she has a shotgun, if that makes you feel safer. She looks at him and arches an eyebrow. ]

Shotguns at home aren't very useful.

[duplicar]

Does this look like home to you?

[staunchest]

[ An arched eyebrow. ] I think you misunderstood me. If you had it here it would be useful. If it's at home, it's not.

[ Like explaining one plus one equals two to a kid. ]

[eventhegood]

[ HM well Teagan's not actually too scared of places like this in general... they're not far removed from where she used to bunk down while travelling. Most people were too scared about what they might find in an empty house, so they avoided them. Except this time it is dark and she doesn't have a torch :[ What do.

Creeeeeeaks quietly along. ]

[creepinginmy]

[Creeeeeeeeeeps quietly along. She should be able to sniff out a different but still obvious kind of monster barely a couple of steps behind her.]

Ssh.

[eventhegood]

[ Teagan freezes, a sudden fear clutching at her heart. She takes in a sudden, sharp breath, her shoulders tensing. The scent is strange, but definitely that of a monster; she's far too scared to turn around, trying her hardest to sound calm. Her words are a teeny, faint whisper. ]

Who's there?

[creepinginmy]

Nobody you should worry about, I promise.

[Cerbos usually tries to imitate Jack's accent; that's what he's doing now. He hasn't decided if he's going to eat someone just yet, and monster hybrids are a bit of a tougher meal to get a hold of. Not quite his taste, either... especially when they're so conflicted like this one appears to be. There's just something about her not quite twisted enough for him.]

Got a name?

[gentlydone]

[ Bumps his head against a low beam in the corridor with a resounding thud.

Owie. ]

[immortalizes]

[ IT'S NOT EVERYDAY YOU FIND SOMEONE TALLER THAN HIMSELF.

Hmm. ]

Careful there, friend.

[gentlydone]

[ With mildly grumpy resignation: ]

It is hard to be careful; I cannot see a thing. I have never been very good in the dark.

[ Giants are suited to the daytime. NIGHT IS FOR SLEEPING not wandering around empty houses. ]

[immortalizes]

[ To be fair, nobody's saying it's empty. ]

Surely you are aware of your size. [ Politely said, though.

Himself, he's 6'2", Viking height and broad shoulders and a somewhat stern posture, but always with some gentleness to him, but he's not as gigantic as the man before him. ] Lower your head.

[creepinginmy]

[Jack would probably just pick this place to stay in for the night, but there are sounds and Cerbos can smell other presences. People who belong in here as much as either of them do. So, for now, they're both alert and staying out of the way.]

[smokingrockstar]

[ JUMPS OUT OF NOWHERE! ]

Boo!

[creepinginmy]

[MAYBE HE JUMPS MAYBE HE DOESN'T]

... Clever.

[smokingrockstar]

I thought so too.