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[frostfist]

WHO: wriothesley, various
WHAT: 2024 catchall log
WHERE: around
WHEN: march 2024 onwards
WARNINGS: n/a; will be added in thread headers

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[immortalpoet]

[Wriothesley steps aside. Vergilius grunts, his cape buffeting as if in an unseen wind. It's not a normal cape. It's simply blood, flowing everlasting over his shoulders, down to the floor.]

[He won't answer him. It seems he's moving to go, but then - something creaks in the far corner. One of the tubes, still intact, is opening. Vergilius pauses - and then runs over, hurriedly, desperately.]

[A young woman pulls herself out, intact, expressionless.]

[The blood-soaked man breathes out her name.]

Lapis.

[She looks at him with no recognition.]

Lapis? I'm not Lapis. My name is Charon.

[....And just like that, his expression falls. The bloody getup starts to fade, thorn crown wilting, leaving nothing but a broken, sullen man. He grimaces, pained, before turning his back completely on her. He makes his way to the desks - there's still anger in his eyes, a brutal viciousness that seems like it could cast the world alight in fire and not regret a thing.]

[Charon wanders up to Wriothesley, looking him up and down blankly.]

Charon is hungry.

[frostfist]

[ That's....blood. Okay. Cool. Got it. Dreams are weird but sometimes the reality they're based on is even weirder.

Silently, cautiously, Wriothesley follows behind, hands still carefully held out in front of him. Not that he'll be able to do much in the event something happens, whether that be a monster springing out from the shadows or Vergilius suddenly turning on him. He's just a guy and Vergilius....well, between the fearful warnings he's heard from Ishmael and the heavy aura that radiates off him, Wriothesley thinks he's seen enough to get the gist.

What he hasn't seen before though unfolds in front of him in the next few minutes. A young woman pulling herself out from one of the tubes. Vergilius showing more concern and panic than Wriothesley's ever seen before. The briefest of exchanges that seems to suck all the light out of the former. And then suddenly he's being pulled to center stage as the young woman - Charon - ambles her way to him and announces her hunger without any preamble.

Oh. He blinks, surprised by the attention, before starting to pat through his clothes. ]

Hungry, huh? Let's see....

[ What is he even wearing in this dream? Would dream him thought to have packed anything on his person? Actually, if this is all a dream, can't he just—

He fishes out a wrapped hard candy, offering it out to her. ]

Looks like this is all I got. Sorry. Maybe we can stop by somewhere for a meal once we get out of this place. How does that sound?

[ The question is directed at Charon but his gaze is fixed firmly on Vergilius. ]