Trevor Belmont (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
poweroflegend) wrote2010-03-17 01:39 am
poweroflegend) wrote2010-03-17 01:39 am
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6th Lash
Take care of him, Lord. He is one of your own, after all.
[There's about a quarter minute's worth of soft careful munching down by the beach. It's broken only once by whistling steel and a mirelurk carcass thudding to the sand. Other than his concern about what happened to Castiel, Trevor sounds pleased, if a little wistful.]
A taste of home, here on World's End. Perhaps there is a bit less to dislike about this place.
[The wet splurch of Trevor taking his axe back is then followed by the clatter of plastic spheres being gathered up.]
Everyone: I will be bringing mamaliga to the Thorn. 'Tis a kind of bread from my world. Take as much of it as you want, for there is plenty to go around.
((OOC: Slightly backdated. Trevor happened upon those little solid bubbles and found a bunch of them contained a delicious peasant staple from back home. It also reminded him of his wife and kid but he's just quiet about that.))
[There's about a quarter minute's worth of soft careful munching down by the beach. It's broken only once by whistling steel and a mirelurk carcass thudding to the sand. Other than his concern about what happened to Castiel, Trevor sounds pleased, if a little wistful.]
A taste of home, here on World's End. Perhaps there is a bit less to dislike about this place.
[The wet splurch of Trevor taking his axe back is then followed by the clatter of plastic spheres being gathered up.]
Everyone: I will be bringing mamaliga to the Thorn. 'Tis a kind of bread from my world. Take as much of it as you want, for there is plenty to go around.
((OOC: Slightly backdated. Trevor happened upon those little solid bubbles and found a bunch of them contained a delicious peasant staple from back home. It also reminded him of his wife and kid but he's just quiet about that.))
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