[~No night is so long to stop day from following~ Active, Open]

[passed_torch]

Who: Giotto, Anyone!
Where: He's out exploring, so just about anywhere - feel free to specify in tag.
When: Day 003
What: Now that it's daytime, he's gimping out to look around - so there's a limping turn of the century Italian wandering around with a camera bag.
Warnings: None at the moment!

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[umbradraconis]

Shadow didn't really sleep, so when Giotto moved, he watched, his eyes dim enough to not give him away. Once the man was outside, he pulled himself up, looking at Nina. She was asleep, and if it was daytime now, the monsters would be gone...

He hummed thoughtfully before pushing the door open with his nose and looking after the crazy human. Giotto was smart, despite the crazy. So the Organoid decided to follow after him, movement given away by the mechanical sounds he made whenever he moved. Where had that bag come from? What was in it?

[passed_torch]

"Good morning, Blackie." Granted, he's probably speaking a second or two ahead of actually seeing the Organoid as he stops to turn. "Ah - did you happen to notice who, or what, left this last night, or did they get past you, too?" He shifted the bag off his shoulder a bit; even if the other one couldn't speak, the mechanical creature seemed pretty complicated and might know more than he did about the bag and its contents - and would hopefully be patient with a bit of twenty questions.

[umbradraconis]

He rumbled a negative, looking at the bag. Was it open? He was going to peer inside if it was, and scan it if it wasn't. A photograph... and was that a frog? And...

The Organoid 'blinked', eyes dimming and brightening to mimic the action and nosed the bag. A tape? He couldn't play tapes, but if there was something on it...hm.

[passed_torch]

He was more than happy to open it and hold it down where Shadow could see inside; there was some kind of recognition there, holding first the photo where it was more visible, then the tape. "The photo seems to be the one Nina had mentioned that'd been in the Study before ... and - this was there as well - do you know what it is?"

Forgive him his techfail. He's from the early 1900's.

Kitchen

[was_a_hunter]

Sitting at the table with a plate of eggs and a cup of coffee, Mary didn't seem bothered by much of anything. She'd gotten plenty of sleep with Knuckles watching over her and the memories of what happened were much clearer. That would unnerve some people, but she took comfort in the fact that she knew what the hell had happened to her. At least this way, she knew that she had indeed died and that it was the dogs that did her in. Now all she had to do was figure out a way to protect anyone else from going through that and she could call it a day.

Bringing the cup to her lips, she glanced up as someone she hadn't met before walked in. He seemed too injured to do much so she didn't pay him much mind. Setting the cup back on the table, she offered him a small grin. "Hungry?" After all...why else would someone be coming to the kitchen?

[passed_torch]

Well, this would explain much of where a certain Priest was when he woke up; not that he was worried - after all, Knuckles was in better shape than he was, and certainly perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

"Ah - yes, I was just looking for food among other things; pardon my intrusion, Signora." He gives a small, slightly off-balance bow, already sparing glances where he can without being rude to try to figure out what's where and what he can manage basically one-handed with the wrapped wrist.

[was_a_hunter]

Such a sweet man. Staying with her the night and not making any unwelcome advances. When she felt up to it, she'd be making knuckle something special as a thank you. She just didn't know what yet.

Waving a hand, she stood from the seat. "It's no problem. Please, sit down, you're not in any condition to make anything." Making her way to a cabinet, she glanced back at him. "Are eggs okay or were you wanting something else?" Yes, she wasn't taking no for an answer. You're hungry and she's perfectly capable.

[passed_torch]

He'd protest, but he knew that tone; he limped over to the table and sat down with a nod. "Eggs would be fine ... thank you. Sorry about not being more useful; I had a rough night." Which was putting it mildly, but hell ... in perspective, he'd been through far worse than one scuffle with a spectre that could be warded off by picking the right room to hide in.

Parlor

[mercyforcruelty]

It was time to start back nearly where he'd begun. After lurking as a lump under his cloak for hell only knew how long, the sense of danger, of imminent demise, lessened. The fact that it didn't go away left Nahollo feeling distinctly surly and unpleasant, and he spared a thought for all the past selves who could have thought up some way of being able to control the otherworldly death-sense as well as being able to broadcast less. The teenaged angel didn't bother dismissing his cloak. Something about it just suited his mood- at least partly because he could pull the hood forward and hide the fact that he was scowling.

For the moment, at least, his sword was gone. It wasn't like he was going to walk around with a live, unsheathed blade in hand, and to be completely honest he wasn't entirely sure he had anything to put it in. Summoning it was still easier than the motion for trying to draw it, at least. "If I had a nickel for every time I'd kill to have someone to teach me this crap I'd be richer than Bill Gates." Nahollo's disgruntled

[passed_torch]

Giotto hadn't been trying to sneak up on anyone - as much as he was a fairly quiet person, he wasn't sure he could manage real stealth right now anyway, not with the slight limp he was nursing thanks to the burns on his right foot; there was a small, reflexive moment, even with the sword over there across the room, where he brought up his right wrist in a guard, momentarily forgetting that the gauntlet wasn't there to do a proper block, a small flicker of Sky Flame around the ring. Sure, the sword was across the room, but he was used to what people like Ugetsu were capable of, where being across the room wouldn't necessarily save you

[mercyforcruelty]

Nahollo practically felt the ghost of the burns he'd gotten in the car crash with his mother all over again, left hand twitching slightly. "Especially if you're not... exactly 'normal'." Because having a sword just up and vanish into the thin air was the trait of a normal teenaged human worm-baby, really. "...What degree are those burns? Second? Third?" It practically hurt to look at them.

Nahollo shoved his hood down, trying to remember what little he knew about first aid for burns. His frown only deepened the more attention he actually paid to the guy's condition. "Hey, let me look at that? How did it happen?" Nahollo wanted to know some of what to look out for- other than things he clearly had never encountered before, not if his death-sense was screeching at him ceaselessly.

[passed_torch]

Yes, and so was having a glowing ring that, admittedly, wasn't glowing anymore; he nodded sympathetically at that comment

Journey Bedroom

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean's arm had been healed of it's burns, looking like he had never stuck it in that damned sink, and right now, he'd returned to the room he'd set himself up in.

He was currently sat beside the door, a rosary in hand, watching it sway despite the fact his arm was still. It relieved the pressure in his head. He hoped that would edge off soon, actually.

He couldn't control his telekinetic shit yet, but it tended to focus on the closest object. Which was why he'd pulled out the rosary.

I knew it was an inevitability, and yet... as he followed the ever darker thought trail, the rosary in his hand swung faster, and some of the decorations began to rattle or shake in place.

His attention snapped up when Giotto entered the room. "Have you heard of knocking?"

[passed_torch]

He'd basically just opened the door to look in - he knew there were other people around, but with the last few places he'd poked his head in being quiet and lacking in any sign of the supplies he was looking for, he'd gotten a bit lost in thought - enough to not really pay attention to the sense that there was a presence until after he'd opened the door and half-stepped in to look, when it was a little too late. The moment before Dean reacted where things were moving? Well ... that sort of thing wasn't exactly something he was a stranger to.

"Ah - my apologies, I wasn't paying attention; I didn't mean to disturb you, Signor." He bowed, wincing a little as his injured shoulder shifted; he was usually better than that.

[100deaths_a_day]

"That's okay." He noticed the wince as the guy bowed. "...are you hurt?"

[passed_torch]

He gave a wry smile, raising his still wrapped wrist on his free right hand; the burns along the side of his face were visible enough. "Somewhat - I had an encounter with one of the creatures here... It could've been worse." He was still alive, after all. ...As strange as that was in and of itself.

[calculatedfire]

Ryuho had been reculsive recently, but he had come out to the kitchen that morning to make food. He sat at the table, eating a very simple meal of rice and miso, but he looks up sharply when the other person enters.

He doesn't quite relax when he sees that it's another person, but he doesn't make a hostile motion either.

[passed_torch]

Giotto paused as he came in - as much as he knew there were other people in this place, the night before still had him on edge and not quite expecting to run into people.

"Ah - my apologies; I didn't mean to disturb you." He gave a small half-bow, shutting the door; he didn't seem to have walked into trouble, but it seemed more polite to wait until the - person who'd been here longer had acknowledged him before he went foraging.

[calculatedfire]

"It's not a disturbance." He stands to politely return the bow, although his face and tone show no emotion whatsoever.

Despite that, he was somewhat interested in meeting the other people who were here, although he held back; since he had no way of knowing if the others were also captives, or if they were part of whatever force had brought him here.

[passed_torch]

He raised an eyebrow at the flat outward reaction - certainly one of the odder he'd run into - but took it as a sign it was at least alright to go searching the kitchen, eventually just retrieving a couple of rolls; it wasn't like he could cook in his condition.

"Have you been here long?"