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// out of character below the cut (updated Mar 24)
Anonymous asked:
She has her phone?
Do… you not have a phone?
"Riiiiiight, silly me to assume that when someone 'blows up' and ends up in another universe, she happens to keep a phone with her."
[ Chosen gives the Anon a very unamused stare. Sheesh, did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? ]
[ Regardless, he stands and tries to shake off the sour mood, before going to message Sky. ]
Anonymous asked:
EYY… you wanna check on Sky Anon? She seems sad
[ Chosen's brow furrows in worry. Check up on Sky... ]
"How am I supposed to do that? Didn't you say she got exploded into another universe?"
[ Chosen's tone is flat and dry as ever, but fae shifts from foot to foot like fae's itching to do something. There is a truly haunted worry clinging onto her, like smoke upon fabric. ]
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unironically in love this image. ‘big day for me’ they’re SO excited about getting to use their flashlight. shared joy is double joy
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Anonymous asked:
((theres audible scuffling from another room. and a bang. and a clatter.
5 seconds of silence, then, muffled words that can barely be deciphered as "aw cmon where did my arm go this time?"
... what. surely dorian misheard? still, that meant she is no longer as alone as she thought))
[ Dorian stiffens in her seat. Who goes there? ]
[ She reaches for her flashlight, having half a mind to get up and check- ]
[ Wait. She can't risk someone hearing her. Better to be safe than sorry. She continues her work diligently. ]
((things go surprisingly quiet after that for several minutes, until theres footsteps and murmuring right outside))
"oh there it is"
((a creak of the door and a pink head sticking out))
"oh! I know you! the gray one!"
((it claimed like most of the workers werent a shade of gray))
"I think. werent you tasked with watching over that one guy last I remember? its hard to see in the dark, sorry if I startled you! uhhhh have you seen a hoodie anywhere? or... an arm?"
((he was, very visibly, missing his right arm. his shirt sleeve hung loosely at his side. he also very noticably didnt know when to quiet down, only looking at dorian for half a second before turning his attention to scanning the room they were in))
[ Dorian flinches in her seat behind the desk. A desk that is very obviously not hers. She grabs her flashlight and shines it on the newcomer. ]
[ Oh, it's the stick she saw on the cameras just a few minutes prior. She lowers her flashlight so it doesn't shine into his eyes. It's now aimed at his torso. ]
"Oh, uh, hey there! You got that right, I'm. uh, the night guard they hired. Y'scared me there. Thunderstorm earlier knocked the power out."
[ Her mouth tenses, noticing how distinctly not-stormed-on the new stick was. Hopefully he doesn't question that statement... weather can just be fickle. ]
"Iiiii think V has a Lost and Found crate somewhere? For the sweater, not your arm."
[ She gets up from her seat and begins looking around the office, flashlight methodically sweeping the floor. ]
"yeah, I know, I used to lose stuff like weekly"
((he immedietly beelined towards a box shape in the dark upon spotting it.))
"is there like security systems on that? I guess theyd work during the blackout. generators and all"
((he pulled out a cream colored hoodie from the box and pulled it over his head. upon pulling down the waist it tied off the right sleeve using his teeth to help.))
"did you. not see me on the cameras? you looked surprised to see me so... I mean! I sent boss Vamp a text about it and everything! actually, I think I got distracted and forgot to get to the point. uhh, I may have thecnically broken in."
((...it WAS simply going to retrieve its hoodie, and arm, and leave, right?))
"point is, you seem jumpy. must not be easy being a night guard alone in a mostly powerless building, and the angel situation too, yeesh, must not have been easy on you. how about I keep you company for tonight? I have nothing better to do"
((he grinned like a kid before you tell them santa isnt real. he would be so, so sad if dorian turned him down and it was painfully evident in his face.))
[ Dorian just lets the new stick ramble. This must be Effigy, then, given the message he sent to V's computer just a short while ago. Dorian feels unease worm in her gut as she realizes... perhaps she's dug herself into too deep a hole to get out unscathed. ]
[ The feeling only worsens when Fig asks to hang around with her, because now she's at an impasse. Stop doing what she's doing, or get it into the mess with her. ]
[ Perhaps against better judgment, she responds. ]
"... Yknow what? I wouldn't mind the company. You got a damn good read on me there, heh."
[ She sits back down at the chair, leaning to one side so there's room for Fig to sit on it too. ]
[ On the computer, Dorian tries to exit out of the screen she's presently on, but the mouse doesn't respond. Shit, did she jerk it out of the USB port when Fig jumpscared her? She leans over the desk and shines her flashlight on the backside of the computer to try and fix it, leaving both the seat and screen unattended. ]
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Anonymous asked:
((theres audible scuffling from another room. and a bang. and a clatter.
5 seconds of silence, then, muffled words that can barely be deciphered as "aw cmon where did my arm go this time?"
... what. surely dorian misheard? still, that meant she is no longer as alone as she thought))
[ Dorian stiffens in her seat. Who goes there? ]
[ She reaches for her flashlight, having half a mind to get up and check- ]
[ Wait. She can't risk someone hearing her. Better to be safe than sorry. She continues her work diligently. ]
((things go surprisingly quiet after that for several minutes, until theres footsteps and murmuring right outside))
"oh there it is"
((a creak of the door and a pink head sticking out))
"oh! I know you! the gray one!"
((it claimed like most of the workers werent a shade of gray))
"I think. werent you tasked with watching over that one guy last I remember? its hard to see in the dark, sorry if I startled you! uhhhh have you seen a hoodie anywhere? or... an arm?"
((he was, very visibly, missing his right arm. his shirt sleeve hung loosely at his side. he also very noticably didnt know when to quiet down, only looking at dorian for half a second before turning his attention to scanning the room they were in))
[ Dorian flinches in her seat behind the desk. A desk that is very obviously not hers. She grabs her flashlight and shines it on the newcomer. ]
[ Oh, it's the stick she saw on the cameras just a few minutes prior. She lowers her flashlight so it doesn't shine into his eyes. It's now aimed at his torso. ]
"Oh, uh, hey there! You got that right, I'm. uh, the night guard they hired. Y'scared me there. Thunderstorm earlier knocked the power out."
[ Her mouth tenses, noticing how distinctly not-stormed-on the new stick was. Hopefully he doesn't question that statement... weather can just be fickle. ]
"Iiiii think V has a Lost and Found crate somewhere? For the sweater, not your arm."
[ She gets up from her seat and begins looking around the office, flashlight methodically sweeping the floor. ]
Anonymous asked:
((theres audible scuffling from another room. and a bang. and a clatter.
5 seconds of silence, then, muffled words that can barely be deciphered as "aw cmon where did my arm go this time?"
... what. surely dorian misheard? still, that meant she is no longer as alone as she thought))
[ Dorian stiffens in her seat. Who goes there? ]
[ She reaches for her flashlight, having half a mind to get up and check- ]
[ Wait. She can't risk someone hearing her. Better to be safe than sorry. She continues her work diligently. ]
Anonymous asked:
hey dorian remind me what your least favorite song is? just so that i can avoid playing it around you :3c because that's what friends do.
"...."
[ She makes a =_= face. ]
"I'm sure you and all the other ghosts know by now. And we're not friends."
[ It sounds like she had been stickrolled rather recently. Or maybe she's just forever scarred by the time an anon gave Cho a box of just the rickroll on loop. ]
Anonymous asked:
A tentacle slowly and silently slinks out from under Cho's bed, scratching him with the hooked claws at the end of it before wrapping around his wrist as the world goes black around him.
When the world fades back in, Cho can feel the heat of summoned fire on her hands and hear the crackling of fire from behind. A fire that somehow she knows she set but has no memory of doing so. Did someone else use her limbs to set that blaze?
A scream. One Chosen knows well, coming from behind them. Coming from the burning farm house. When had they set Granny's farm ablaze?
Why had The Chosen One set Granny's farm ablaze?
Another screams rings out from inside the house. Sky is in there.
Sky is in the building that The Angel of Death set ablaze.
[ Cho needed some rest, after everything that had happened in real life. Josie getting poisoned, the oven being left on after the ambulance came for her... All was handled and safe now, but good grief, was Cho exhausted. ]
[ As Cho fell asleep, xe felt something bind around xer wrist. Panic flared in xer mind before xer consciousness was snuffed out. ]
[ ... ]
[ Why does the Chosen One smell smoke? Didn't... the oven... ]
[ The Chosen One opens his eyes, and all memory of the waking world gets scattered by the flamedrafts. There's fire in his hands and ash in the air. He takes a deep breath, and acrid smoke dances bitter on his tongue. ]
[ He stands amid the burnt wasteland, just looking out to the familiar woods and hills beyond the fences. The fires hadn't spread past the farm yet, but given the winds blowing past him, it won't be long before some embers fly over and spark anew. ]
[ Wait. The farm? ]
[ THE SCREAM. ]
[ The Chosen One turns his head and finally witnesses his crime. The farmhouse. Her home. It destroyed its own home, with her family still inside! ]
[ Chosen finally quenches the fires in her hands. Her blood runs cold. She falls to her hands and knees, and her body heaves with dry, voiceless sobs. It's been fourteen years, and he can still be forced to destroy what little hope for freedom he dares to call her own. ]
[ The Chosen One can't ever escape being a weapon, can it? ]
[ The second coming of the scream forces Chosen out of their misery. Their family might still be alive. There might be a chance to save someone from their own harm. The Angel might be able to deliver someone FROM death, rather than TO it. Might. ]
[ The Chosen One always fights back, even against her own actions. ]
[ Chosen gets up, shaking off the weight on his right leg, and runs inside the inferno of his own creation. ]
Anonymous asked:
hmmm thinking ? about anything in particular ???
your job, your life, the angel of death ?? or something entirely different ??
"... All of the above? Damn, you ghosts can be freakishly perceptive."
"I probably shouldn't say this out loud. Don't want anyone to hear me, but... I keep thinking about the ambulance. Me calling it for her. It felt like the right thing to do, but... for two different reasons. That actively go against each other. I'm still trying to figure out which reason to go for."
"I know I'm being super vague. I'm not about to treat you all as my therapist. And I need to focus."
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