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farsickness2020-03-30 02:44 pm
delicatelydiabolical) wrote in farsickness2020-03-30 02:44 pm
I swear to god, I'm never gonna repent.
WHO: Herbert West
WHEN: End of March into April
WHAT: Arribal and exploring
WHERE: Near and around Gazin
WARNINGS: Panic attack in the first starter, and eventual mention of cannabis in the second thread.
Arrival - CW Panic attack
'Oh god, oh god, no no no!!!' this couldn't be happening! They were coming through the wall and all he could do was stand in horror as his assistant fainted. 'please, I'll be better, just let me escape this!'
One moment those half rotted reject hands had been reaching for him the next a blood curdling scream ripped through the relatively silent crossroads as he hit his knees. He was having trouble breathing as he hit his knees, fast to small breaths from the panic of what had just been happening, not yet realizing that he wasn't in danger anymore, or that he had knocked his own glasses off his face as he hit his knees desperately trying to undo his fancy tie to breath easier.
They came back... they came back to kill him. What if they killed his partner? That was blood he didn't want on his hands. Why couldn't he catch his breath?
No, no, he had to calm down. This wasn't even his cellar anymore.
And yet he stayed there knelled hyperventilating, dressed in a fine deep blue suit with a long overcoat on. He had been heading out when shit hit the fan, and now he didn't even know what was happening.
Exploring
After checking in the inn, he had sat and took inventory of everything he had had on his person. Thankful that he had been about to head out least he be screwed over for something he truly needed. Tying his long hair back up in its blue ribbon and slipping his spectacles back on, he left his over coat behind on the bed, and only pulled on his suit jacket back over his suit. It had been winter still in Boston, it was spring here. Much to warm for all of that.
He came down to try and find someone in the inn who wasn't a native to speak to. To try and get some information. Even if his creatures had tried to kill him, this place was more back water than Dunwich and he'd rather just get back to Boston if he could.
As the day went one, he was finding the task a harder one. Seeking instead to inquire if the village was in need of a doctor. This place looked to backwoods, to far in the archaic past to eve humor needing a scientist even.
After a few hours of looking around he found a fence post to lean against, so he could light one of his remaining handrolled cigarettes with his old trench lighter. The lighter slipped back into his pocket blowing out the almost sweet smelling smoke as he tried to devise a plan. The smoke left a lingering smell of lavender, tobacco and something stronger in the air. The cigarettes were just a means to calm his nerves that got worse as he got older.
WHEN: End of March into April
WHAT: Arribal and exploring
WHERE: Near and around Gazin
WARNINGS: Panic attack in the first starter, and eventual mention of cannabis in the second thread.
Arrival - CW Panic attack
'Oh god, oh god, no no no!!!' this couldn't be happening! They were coming through the wall and all he could do was stand in horror as his assistant fainted. 'please, I'll be better, just let me escape this!'
One moment those half rotted reject hands had been reaching for him the next a blood curdling scream ripped through the relatively silent crossroads as he hit his knees. He was having trouble breathing as he hit his knees, fast to small breaths from the panic of what had just been happening, not yet realizing that he wasn't in danger anymore, or that he had knocked his own glasses off his face as he hit his knees desperately trying to undo his fancy tie to breath easier.
They came back... they came back to kill him. What if they killed his partner? That was blood he didn't want on his hands. Why couldn't he catch his breath?
No, no, he had to calm down. This wasn't even his cellar anymore.
And yet he stayed there knelled hyperventilating, dressed in a fine deep blue suit with a long overcoat on. He had been heading out when shit hit the fan, and now he didn't even know what was happening.
Exploring
After checking in the inn, he had sat and took inventory of everything he had had on his person. Thankful that he had been about to head out least he be screwed over for something he truly needed. Tying his long hair back up in its blue ribbon and slipping his spectacles back on, he left his over coat behind on the bed, and only pulled on his suit jacket back over his suit. It had been winter still in Boston, it was spring here. Much to warm for all of that.
He came down to try and find someone in the inn who wasn't a native to speak to. To try and get some information. Even if his creatures had tried to kill him, this place was more back water than Dunwich and he'd rather just get back to Boston if he could.
As the day went one, he was finding the task a harder one. Seeking instead to inquire if the village was in need of a doctor. This place looked to backwoods, to far in the archaic past to eve humor needing a scientist even.
After a few hours of looking around he found a fence post to lean against, so he could light one of his remaining handrolled cigarettes with his old trench lighter. The lighter slipped back into his pocket blowing out the almost sweet smelling smoke as he tried to devise a plan. The smoke left a lingering smell of lavender, tobacco and something stronger in the air. The cigarettes were just a means to calm his nerves that got worse as he got older.
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"I had heard that, I have been questioning a few people here and there." He motioned around, before the hand again returned behind his back. "I showed up outside of town, and to be honest, the last thing I recall before was accepting the fact I was about to be killed." He admitted both coldly and efficiently. "Heading out for the night and attacked by some vagrants." Those vagrants were the undead he had left living that came to get revenge on their maker. "and you?"
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To be treated with such respect felt nice after all of this, and she found herself warming a little to the man already despite how unfamiliar his manner of dress was.
She didn't look overly surprised at hearing he had nearly been killed. "It's fortunate that you were brought here right at that moment. I don't think there are many people here who arrived from such acute danger. I was in a dungeon, but I had been there for weeks when I was taken. I showed up outside town, too, at that crossroads in Vasari Forest." She paused, thinking back to his first question. "You can call me Maiden Wen, or Physician Wen. What should I call you?"
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It was only right and proper to be respectful.
"Well, Boston wasn't fairing well with Prohibition and a lack of money after the Great War, I am not surprised I was attacked." He seemed to perk some then, as he pulled a small notebook from inside of his jacket and flipped back pages to a very rough sketch of the crossroads. "Would that be this crossroads, Physician Wen?" He asked as he held his sketch out. "I believe I arrived at the same one."
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But the sight of the notebook had her perk up as well, clear approval showing on her face as she sized him up. "I haven't yet met anyone who thought to take sketches of important places," she remarked, surprised. She wouldn't have thought of it, either, even if she had had paper and ink with her at the time. "That is some quick thinking under extenuating circumstances."
Wen Qing leaned in close, studying the sketch before nodding. "Yes, that is where I showed up, too." She frowned at him. "You say the place you came from was recently at war? Several people I have met come from wartimes."