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castle_perraultHe's waited too long this cycle.
It's his third or fourth go-around. He's far too tired to think in numbers, right now. One of the most reclusive of the castle's prisoners has emerged from wherever he was holed up, because he's on a mission. There's blood on his sleeves. He discarded his armor and original outfit months ago, deciding to try and fit in better, as much as anyone can 'fit in' here. At least a clothing change served to not attract attention. He's wearing a light blue silk shirt and black pants, one of the few things that fits him and looks nice.
Really. It doesn't matter how good his clothing looks today. Blood. On the sleeves. Hair matted and unwashed. He's all skin and bone and he looks like he might collapse any second. (And yet, even now he's hiding his monkey's tail. Some things still matter even as he wastes away.)
He's leaning on the wall, making his way with frequent stops to catch his breath, trying not to cough. He simply has to make it to the Edge, and reset painlessly to the beginning of all this. Like he's managed to do each time before. It would never do to leave a corpse behind. That would raise questions and some of the children around here are so odd. Odd and nosy.
It's his third or fourth go-around. He's far too tired to think in numbers, right now. One of the most reclusive of the castle's prisoners has emerged from wherever he was holed up, because he's on a mission. There's blood on his sleeves. He discarded his armor and original outfit months ago, deciding to try and fit in better, as much as anyone can 'fit in' here. At least a clothing change served to not attract attention. He's wearing a light blue silk shirt and black pants, one of the few things that fits him and looks nice.
Really. It doesn't matter how good his clothing looks today. Blood. On the sleeves. Hair matted and unwashed. He's all skin and bone and he looks like he might collapse any second. (And yet, even now he's hiding his monkey's tail. Some things still matter even as he wastes away.)
He's leaning on the wall, making his way with frequent stops to catch his breath, trying not to cough. He simply has to make it to the Edge, and reset painlessly to the beginning of all this. Like he's managed to do each time before. It would never do to leave a corpse behind. That would raise questions and some of the children around here are so odd. Odd and nosy.
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Date: 2017-01-07 06:18 am (UTC)He slumps against the wall, using that to support himself for the moment. So many rude words spring to mind.
"Move."
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Date: 2017-01-07 10:14 am (UTC)Out of the way, but only technically. They're standing at his side now, just...watching him with sharp red eyes.
"...It looks like you need some help."
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Date: 2017-01-07 12:12 pm (UTC)Give him a moment. He can do this. He can keep walking. It shouldn't be much farther, unless the castle itself is against him and tricking him.
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Date: 2017-01-07 12:37 pm (UTC)It really is. It doesn't occur to them, either, that not everyone would try to help in their place.
"Use my shoulder. Where are you going?"
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Date: 2017-01-07 04:21 pm (UTC)Not his best comeback. He shuffles a few steps forward, not looking at them and certainly not leaning on them.
"Out. Outside. The edge of the world."
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Date: 2017-01-07 07:30 pm (UTC)...Ah. They don't think they like that answer. (They don't know death's not forever here.)
Frisk reaches for his wrist.
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Date: 2017-01-07 11:34 pm (UTC)(Who is he kidding, all touch is unfamiliar or violent. No one has the guts to be friendly with the 'Angel of Death'.)
He sweeps his arm, twisting away from their grip. "Get your hands off me--"
And then the coughing strikes. He can taste blood. More blood.
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Date: 2017-01-07 11:57 pm (UTC)"Stop it," they say, voice pitching up when they spot red on his lips. "Now, before you just fall." And they're reaching for him again.
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Date: 2017-01-08 12:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-01-08 06:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-01-08 10:23 am (UTC)He can't get back up and he can't respond right away. He... tastes blood again. This likely means he isn't going to make it. He's going to choke and die by inches slowly in this hallway, leaving a filthy disgusting corpse for people to prod at and...
And he'll have to do it all again next month.
"Don't think you're going to help me to where I want to go."