Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foolishwren) wrote2013-10-29 07:55 pm
foolishwren) wrote2013-10-29 07:55 pm
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110. [Action for NIGHTMARE EVENT, backdated]
The low moan of the wind was practically alive in these drafty stone corridors, and the sound of her boots on the floor seemed almost deafening.
And it was cold.
Those were a few of the many differences between this and the Otherworld, which had been cramped and often grotesquely warm, with her footfalls echoing only dully on the dusty (or sometimes meaty) floors.
It wasn't really a question of which she liked better, because frankly, she didn't like EITHER.
But the similarities were, weirdly, more comforting than the differences.
She stopped as a non-windy sound drifted towards her from down the hallway, her steadily-bouncing flashlight beam stilling.
That was something that was similar. The light by her collar (not in her pocket this time-- but close enough) and the knife in her hand and the familiar buzz of adrenaline to sharpen her senses and mind.
And the creatures, whose eyes were now visible, gleaming in the gloom ahead.
They were perhaps, the most familiar of all, even though it had been years since she'd seen a real one and not one of the magical creatures inhabiting her new home. Magical creatures that she, in fact, was LOOKING for now.
But these weren't Pokemon.
And they could be killed.
Her grip tightened on the knife and she started forward once again.
[OOC: This is a catch-all log for all the nighttime adventures Heather had in the Nightmare Castle, whether it's fighting monsters or finding her Pokemon. Open to all, feel free to start any scenario you want. Doesn't have to be connected to the prose above!]
And it was cold.
Those were a few of the many differences between this and the Otherworld, which had been cramped and often grotesquely warm, with her footfalls echoing only dully on the dusty (or sometimes meaty) floors.
It wasn't really a question of which she liked better, because frankly, she didn't like EITHER.
But the similarities were, weirdly, more comforting than the differences.
She stopped as a non-windy sound drifted towards her from down the hallway, her steadily-bouncing flashlight beam stilling.
That was something that was similar. The light by her collar (not in her pocket this time-- but close enough) and the knife in her hand and the familiar buzz of adrenaline to sharpen her senses and mind.
And the creatures, whose eyes were now visible, gleaming in the gloom ahead.
They were perhaps, the most familiar of all, even though it had been years since she'd seen a real one and not one of the magical creatures inhabiting her new home. Magical creatures that she, in fact, was LOOKING for now.
But these weren't Pokemon.
And they could be killed.
Her grip tightened on the knife and she started forward once again.
[OOC: This is a catch-all log for all the nighttime adventures Heather had in the Nightmare Castle, whether it's fighting monsters or finding her Pokemon. Open to all, feel free to start any scenario you want. Doesn't have to be connected to the prose above!]
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[HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO HIGH SCHOOL, MAN? THE GIRLS' LOCKER ROOM IS A DANGEROUS PLACE.]
We should keep moving.
[It's pretty obvious she's evading the question, but she does have a point.]
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[Not real happy at having his ass saved by a little girl, but it's sure as hell better than having that thing bite his face off. This isn't exactly normal circumstances.]
Yeah.
[He starts moving, a lot more slowly and carefully this time. He's old, and sore. And he doesn't try to forge ahead.]