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d | a november catchall
WHO: d & others
WHERE: stygia mostly probably
WHEN: nov.
WHAT: general meetups, notice board things, etc.
WARNINGS: me freezing spoon's comment so i can laugh every time i see it, reference to csa (laurent), snake imagery (augustine)
OOC plotting post
WHERE: stygia mostly probably
WHEN: nov.
WHAT: general meetups, notice board things, etc.
WARNINGS: me freezing spoon's comment so i can laugh every time i see it, reference to csa (laurent), snake imagery (augustine)
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There isn't much hurry he can do with the symbiote, so he waits with equal urgency while flipping through the keys until the description matches.] Thank you, [is what he can manage to offer Augustine in the time between.
For the help and the location of his damn clothes.
Like before, he wastes no time putting the key in when he finds the right one, and he surely wastes no time opening the gate. But unlike the last time, he darts through and goes on ahead, assuming Augustine will follow and close the gate. He speeds down the length of the hall by the mausoleum, looking for where everything was thrown. The disrespect of everything being tossed into a bin in a room.
His hat even got a dent he has to pop back out... :'(]
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He lets out a sigh of relief as they managed to escape from whatever the hell is happening behind them. The sooner they quit this place, the better. However, they're nowhere near free just yet and now they have an army of guards following them. It will only take them a few moments to unlock that gate but thankfully D is finally reunited with his lost armaments and his precious hat.]
You're lucky no one stole that gaudy hat of yours.
[Augustine mutters before going up behind the wall nearby to keep an eye out while D dresses. Don't worry, he won't peek. He's far more concerned about escaping the Gallows rather than sneaking a peek at his fellow compatriot. Although, he's a little concerned about that odd "face" on D's left hand. That thing looks like a talking tumor.]
Ready yet? I think the guards quite peeved with us.
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No one would want his hat anyway. Right...?]
Almost.
[The rest of the clothes are actually not difficult to put on despite looking convoluted. The top and bottoms are separate pieces which fit snugly together at the hip line under the belt. The brand on his arm has festered, though the skin seems to be making an attempt to heal regardless; it disappears under the tight sleeves of leather as he pulls the top piece on and zips it up the back. He fastens the long cape to the pauldrons, then the pauldrons to his shoulders, and he's finished.
It's okay, don't worry about the hand....]
We can move.
[He's ready.]
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Augustine attempts to look innocent after his disparaging comments about that that tacky black hat. D could honestly stand to wear hint of color here and there. The hunter's attire is so drab even for him. Maybe a hint of red or blue would do? A thoughtful hum escapes Augustine as he tries to envision D in anything but black. It’s a little difficult to imagine but maybe one day the hunter will finally climb out of the gothic shadows of alternative fashion and into something more fitting of his regal form.]
Good, we shall press on.
[He states with a faint smile before quickly leading the way down the opposite hall. This entire prison is like a giant maze. There’s more winding turns than anything else here. Probably a design choice by whoever first designed these ruins. Nevertheless, Augustine can lead the way using the aid of his shadowy serpents.]
How, pray-tell, did you get caught and branded in the first place?
[He questions with a hint of curiosity in his tone.]
Aren’t you some sort of infallible hunter capable of the impossible and implausible?
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Swiftly, he follows after Augustine, and even without clothes, he never really lost the confidence in which he walked. His lips thin into a tight frown.]
I'm not immune to failure. [Unfortunately. But he's humble. He isn't perfect.] Yoo Joonghyuk offered me a room in a building him and some others fixed. They had a gathering. The guards came for a handful of us while it was happening. I had assumed it was punishment for trying to find a way into the Palace.
But it isn't. It was an order based on paranoia.
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While such limitations are indeed dreadful, I'm glad to know I don't suffer alone.
[He mentions once they reach a series of stairs that leads down towards the Barrens. It's no secret that wanders can sneak into the Gallows from the Barrens. That's precisely what Augustine did in times past. However, the stone steps here are quite brittle and old thanks to the erosion of time. He typically tries to avoid taking this route since it's a bit treacherous. However, they're pressed for time.]
You're rather fortunate that your past crimes haven't led you to the executioner's block.
[Augustine grumbles before heading down the stairs first. It's a bit treacherous but nothing that the two of them can't handle. Just be careful not slip, D. There's plenty of overgrown moss growing on these stairs.]
Nevertheless, it seems the Hierarchy is feeling a bit paranoid since the death of their delegates during the festival.
[How could he forget about the Headless Horseman cleaving the heads of several unfortunate souls during that dreadful festival? It was the talk of the town for a while.]
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I knew Laurent would find trouble if he went alone.
[It hadn't been his intention necessarily to incur the wrath of the Hierarchy. Instead, he worried Laurent would be too rash (and he was).
He follows Augustine down toward the Barrens, not fazed by where they're going.] Some of them are. [He can't say if it's just one, if it's more. There has to be a method of council or roundtable for it all, not only Amun. But who would have the ability to give such an order and it be followed?
He's curious.]
They're afraid.