9th Lash

Apr. 6th, 2010 11:40 pm
poweroflegend: (glare)
Locked to Ryu )

[He's eyeing the dead couple on the bench inside the station. Trevor tries not to think of the wife he left behind and speaks.]

I've heard tales of the Black Death a century before my time. Witnessed the foul touch of pestilence cast by my nemesis upon mankind. The destruction wrought by this plague appears to best the both of them. I pray nothing like this befalls any of our worlds.

That said, we seem to be in a quandary. There is visible word of the Crimson King and Slender Man nearby. If they are about, staying close means we stand a better chance of repelling them. Yet that also means the plague, if it is still here, will be more free to roam among us.

[Cranes his head in the direction of the hospital. The darkness hanging over it is calling out to him.] I mean to explore yonder hospice given the chance and a measure of company. If you are interested in conducting this as a team effort, let me know. We just might find something useful within.

Tread lightly, my friends. And stay clear of that... distortion. I never thought seeing the Tower fall would be a bad thing.
poweroflegend: (riddle)
[The dead may come back to life here, and Ryu may not have been himself. But to Trevor's mind, neither of that made helping to end the lad's life any more right. After three days of letting this bother him, he finally pushes it aside.]

We did what we had to.

Naoto: perhaps I will avail of your wolf's services much sooner than I thought. The hunt won't see me at my peak for a matter of days, due to recent injuries.

And... Helen, was it? How are you faring?

4th Lash

Feb. 15th, 2010 01:11 am
poweroflegend: (glare)

[This entry finds Trevor walking down one of the settlement's back roads with firewood under one arm. He's ripped and stripped to the waist, a figure of barbaric comeliness. Or angelic savagery. Take your pick.]

Tempers are likelier to flare in this heat. But perhaps we men have other things to worry about in the way of flaring. After all, the Lord saw fit to give us two heads and only enough blood to think with one.

Worse yet, that stench has---

[His footsteps come to a halt. He's caught sight of the bloody message painted near the city bulletin. The hunter draws an axe out of instinct but he knows it's useless. There's no one and nothing about but the writing on the wall and its' ominous portents.]

"Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm back World's End
And I'm coming... 4... u."

[He lets any viewers have a video feed of the message itself.]

...why announce yourself in the first place? Forewarned is forearmed.

You who've been here longer: who has returned and what cause is there for worry?


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