— villainy wears many masks

[somatosensory]

WHO: aristaeus & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: month of october
WHAT: catch-all
WARNINGS: will update as needed!

NOTES: Starters will be in the comments. Feel free to hit me up at resurrectionist or at the event planning comment for plotting.

LINKS

• CR MEME
• OOC PLOTTING
• PERMISSIONS
• OPT-IN/OUT
• IC INBOX

WILDCARD OPTIONS

CR: OPEN TO ALL; GEN-FAVOURED OFFERING:

• KNOCK ON WOOD - General woodland encounters; he'll be escorting/teaming up with Johanna (exilire) but the woods are tricksy so it'll be easy to run into people. BONUS: Monster encounters
• GO BIG OR GOURD HOME - Feast and Harvest Hunt meet-cutes. For the Feast, I'm interested in: grablenuts, will-o-the-whiskey and elysium particularly. For the Hunt, he'll probably be the hunter.
• PARADE - No solid plans. He'd be really pressed about body-swapping.
• WAYWARD SUN - Quite probably going to try to fight the Horseman to be honest.

© tessisamess

Comments

[somatosensory]

Sounds like you're not averse to a little trouble. ( to put it mildly.

part of him is surprised, honestly, with the vibe he's getting ㅡ part of him is still very much aware of the other man, of his posture, and how ready he'd been to fall back on violence.

the violence, itself, not a deal-breaker but he hadn't been lying about being tired and hungry. a shower, likewise, wouldn't go amiss. )

[cruelyethuman]

[It's curious, how they almost match. Like a warped mirror, and not the one before them. But one with the glass bulging from heat, the silver running down the back to distort the image even more.

How they almost fall back to the same stance, the facial expressions so like his own but alien enough to set off alarms somewhere in the back of his mind.]

I'd prefer not to.

[Violence was a way of life, a necessity. But they were dead, and shadow or not, this man didn't look like an enemy.] What brings you here?

[somatosensory]

A job.

( hardly glamorous, but it turns out even the afterlife isn't immune to capitalism. what was surprising was the number of people he'd run across while out here. was it desperation or curiosity that drove them out here? both? because he was willing to bet that next to none of them were locals. )

Like I said, a man's gotta eat. ( bluntly, matter-of-fact. it hadn't occurred to him that this would be the subject of doubt. look at him: he's not going to get by on rabbits and whatever else can be scavenged out here. not for the long term, at any rate. )

Though now I'm wondering what the deal with that, ( chin jerking in the direction of the mirror, ) is.

[cruelyethuman]

[Greed, then.

A longing for security of where the next meal is coming from. The details that come to him in the tiny flicks of his gaze that he allows to linger on this man - they could almost be related. The sharp cheekbones and the width of his shoulders.

Making note of it, if only because they are so similar, the Darkling sees the clothes, the lack of gesturing as the man talks. The near-statuesque posturing.]

We are dead, lack of food cannot make us any more dead.

[It could possibly lead to suffering, though. But he looks to the mirror again, the twin backs presented to them.]

Magic? A trick of some kind. [Or--] A trap.