The second month inn this place, and it seemed that much of the time in the fog was spent wafting through time like the fog itself- the days passing like water, the party he expected to last mere hours becoming so much more. The fog cleared.
The nightmare settled in, and ghosts of the ball became vicious ghouls to be exterminated.
(There is blood setting into this suit. It's a shame- it was such a curious design and color and he was rather fond of it. Perhaps he can ask later how to remove the stains- it's a delirious thought that he can't quite avoid, as he runs through the streets dodging about dogs and nightmares.)
It had been days.
Danny was still at home.
"DANNY-!" Jonathan is calling out, shouting for the dog. "...DANNY-!"
But it won't be the dog that he finds. Danny after all long since realized the house wasn't safe, for all that Jonathan's stash of stored goods kept him relatively fed during those absent foggy days. The dog has since escaped to the streets, while Jonathan's sword is the only thing recovered from the home.
(He still calls though. He still-)
There is light inn the distance- something gleaming, a brutal metal screech entering the air alongside whirring blades. There is a man being chased- old, best he can hear, and without thinking Jonathan rushes forward.
(Perhaps in fact, the beast before him is why he rushes at all.)
Metal clashes against metal, but a horse is yet a horse, and Jonathan cannot hold this for long. "Quickly sir- run ahead! You cannot fight these demons!" he shouts, grunting against the strain of the blade. "You need to-"
Oh, the Highwayman is swinging a hammer- "Shoot-!"
Nightmare Nightmare Nightmare
The second month inn this place, and it seemed that much of the time in the fog was spent wafting through time like the fog itself- the days passing like water, the party he expected to last mere hours becoming so much more. The fog cleared.
The nightmare settled in, and ghosts of the ball became vicious ghouls to be exterminated.
(There is blood setting into this suit. It's a shame- it was such a curious design and color and he was rather fond of it. Perhaps he can ask later how to remove the stains- it's a delirious thought that he can't quite avoid, as he runs through the streets dodging about dogs and nightmares.)
It had been days.
Danny was still at home.
"DANNY-!" Jonathan is calling out, shouting for the dog. "...DANNY-!"
But it won't be the dog that he finds. Danny after all long since realized the house wasn't safe, for all that Jonathan's stash of stored goods kept him relatively fed during those absent foggy days. The dog has since escaped to the streets, while Jonathan's sword is the only thing recovered from the home.
(He still calls though. He still-)
There is light inn the distance- something gleaming, a brutal metal screech entering the air alongside whirring blades. There is a man being chased- old, best he can hear, and without thinking Jonathan rushes forward.
(Perhaps in fact, the beast before him is why he rushes at all.)
Metal clashes against metal, but a horse is yet a horse, and Jonathan cannot hold this for long. "Quickly sir- run ahead! You cannot fight these demons!" he shouts, grunting against the strain of the blade. "You need to-"
Oh, the Highwayman is swinging a hammer- "Shoot-!"