[ actually, this is pretty cool. beats the last two places gideon has ever been in her life, really! a deserted seaside town that isn't crumbling into the sea just yet, and also not full of politics and other Houses. that's a win, in gideon's book. she's spent literally four hours (fifteen minutes) looking for anybody she knew, by way of poking her nose into all the places she could reasonably expect harrow to have vanished off to. her white and black skull facepaint is peeling off but she's got her mirrored aviators still against the horrid bright glare of the sun (yes, even in the fog! yes, even during the twilight hours when a normal person would not be wearing sunglasses!) and thank everything, she's got her fucking longsword. the presence of her longsword is 90% of what makes this sudden shift in circumstances bearable. ]
Hallo. Hallooooooo. [ she walks into empty apartments, sticking her head under carts, even climbs the statues. ] Excuse me? Anybody seen a necromancer around here? Short, shitty, dressed like a weird nun?
There's Horrible Shit Monsters
[ she ain't know how but this somehow harrow's fault, as most things are. there's monsters in the fog and she's, well, busy 'sparring' with the dogs. they're not much next to horrible huge skeleton constructs, you know?
she kicks her booted foot like a cat trying to shake water from its paw, grimacing. ]
Ugh, that one was juicy. What are these dog things for, anyway? Ambiance?
Bonefires Are Where You're Supposed To Burn Bones, That's Why They're Called That
[ well! well! this is super cool and very much like being back at home, except the ninth isn't really all that keen on fires during their weird shit rituals? there's a lot of old wood and crumbling paper in the libraries, tho, so that kinda makes sense.
anyway gideon has already gone up to the Dark Figure capital d capital f and tried a few questions, like would u care for a fine titty mag, and been thoroughly ignored, so clearly nobody here is interested in making friends. again, just like home!
without her necro around to give her ridiculous orders, like 'stand back and watch, Nav, you utter twit,' gideon's first instinct is to try and rescue the soon to be burned alive person..................... but is it really a person, here, in this place, which is full of weird fucken things she doesn't understand. and. well. she's been wrong about shit before, hasn't she? ]
Uhhhh. Should we like. Assist? Or is this Immolation Tuesday.
Gideon Nav | Gideon the Ninth
[ actually, this is pretty cool. beats the last two places gideon has ever been in her life, really! a deserted seaside town that isn't crumbling into the sea just yet, and also not full of politics and other Houses. that's a win, in gideon's book. she's spent literally four hours (fifteen minutes) looking for anybody she knew, by way of poking her nose into all the places she could reasonably expect harrow to have vanished off to. her white and black skull facepaint is peeling off but she's got her mirrored aviators still against the horrid bright glare of the sun (yes, even in the fog! yes, even during the twilight hours when a normal person would not be wearing sunglasses!) and thank everything, she's got her fucking longsword. the presence of her longsword is 90% of what makes this sudden shift in circumstances bearable. ]
Hallo. Hallooooooo. [ she walks into empty apartments, sticking her head under carts, even climbs the statues. ] Excuse me? Anybody seen a necromancer around here? Short, shitty, dressed like a weird nun?
There's Horrible Shit Monsters
[ she ain't know how but this somehow harrow's fault, as most things are. there's monsters in the fog and she's, well, busy 'sparring' with the dogs. they're not much next to horrible huge skeleton constructs, you know?
she kicks her booted foot like a cat trying to shake water from its paw, grimacing. ]
Ugh, that one was juicy. What are these dog things for, anyway? Ambiance?
Bonefires Are Where You're Supposed To Burn Bones, That's Why They're Called That
[ well! well! this is super cool and very much like being back at home, except the ninth isn't really all that keen on fires during their weird shit rituals? there's a lot of old wood and crumbling paper in the libraries, tho, so that kinda makes sense.
anyway gideon has already gone up to the Dark Figure capital d capital f and tried a few questions, like would u care for a fine titty mag, and been thoroughly ignored, so clearly nobody here is interested in making friends. again, just like home!
without her necro around to give her ridiculous orders, like 'stand back and watch, Nav, you utter twit,' gideon's first instinct is to try and rescue the soon to be burned alive person..................... but is it really a person, here, in this place, which is full of weird fucken things she doesn't understand. and. well. she's been wrong about shit before, hasn't she? ]
Uhhhh. Should we like. Assist? Or is this Immolation Tuesday.
Wildcard
[ yea? ]