[Tyki blinks up at the ceiling when the walls decide to forgot for a moment that they had color. Not that the hall was bountiful in hues to begin with but the tones of browns, golds, and blues did give it a nice touch. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after a moment and goes back to counting hairline cracks in the walls and ceiling from his sprawled out position on the floor. Seems like it was too far to make it to a proper bed or couch.
Then the fog rolls in followed by the mirrors. Tyki really didn't want to deal with the whims of the walls and Mistress today. See no evil. Evil doesn't exist.
Wait. That wasn't how the saying went.
Screaming and chains and sounds and smells. Oh hell --- not again. He wasn't even able to get the dried blood out of his clothes last time. he sits up bracing most of his weight on his hands and he mutters a quiet curse. The fog hides the figure as he approaches. 'Run into'? No. More like trip over.
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[Allison's brow furrows as the colors drained from the world like someone de-saturated it in an art program. She glances down at the steaming mug of coffee in her hand, and sighs heavily. Without any preamble, she tosses the hot beverage mug and all into the nearest bush.]
Why does this always happen when I'm about to go relax? [She mutters as her hand slides down and draws out her Plasma pistol.
A scream reaches her ears as she strides carefully down the hallway and cocks her weapon. Each step is precise, like an art form until her boot meets solid weight and she dances back, gun coming up and ready to fire. Her eyes narrow then widen as she catches sight of who is laying on the floor, she side steps, weapon once again pointed low while she leans against the wall and peers down the hall.]
[To likely no one's intense surprise, the figure trips over the Noah and clips the Allison on his way down. He loses hold of something he'd been carrying -- an old, decaying book that loses a few pages on its maiden flight.]
[The Exorcist Tyki scrambles to face the pair and get to his feet, loosing another volley of curses (no longer under his breath) and throwing a kick or two in his panic, although precise aim is low on his list of priorities at the moment. He hasn't registered who he's run across quite yet.]
Yes. We should. But at least you could be a dear and wear a skirt. From this angle---
[Preoccupied with his conversation which was more rambling to himself than not, he doesn't register the proximity of the other man. Oh, yes, he could hear him tromping his way towards them, but the fog made distance telling quite horrendous to the point he gives a surprised yelp when the figure half trips over him and the book hits him solidly on the top of the head.]
Oi!
[Paper flutters past his face as the book bounces of his head to aim towards the floor. It is then when he looks up and registers who the newest member to the party group is.]
Still haven't gotten over that, have you?
[He'd offer a more polite greeting, but he's trying to avoid getting kicked as poor as the aim might be.]
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Then the fog rolls in followed by the mirrors. Tyki really didn't want to deal with the whims of the walls and Mistress today. See no evil. Evil doesn't exist.
Wait. That wasn't how the saying went.
Screaming and chains and sounds and smells. Oh hell --- not again. He wasn't even able to get the dried blood out of his clothes last time. he sits up bracing most of his weight on his hands and he mutters a quiet curse. The fog hides the figure as he approaches. 'Run into'? No. More like trip over.
[ooc: Hiya, Folded! Feel free to hop in or start your own depending on how ( ... )
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Why does this always happen when I'm about to go relax? [She mutters as her hand slides down and draws out her Plasma pistol.
A scream reaches her ears as she strides carefully down the hallway and cocks her weapon. Each step is precise, like an art form until her boot meets solid weight and she dances back, gun coming up and ready to fire. Her eyes narrow then widen as she catches sight of who is laying on the floor, she side steps, weapon once again pointed low while she leans against the wall and peers down the hall.]
We have got to stop meeting like this ( ... )
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[The Exorcist Tyki scrambles to face the pair and get to his feet, loosing another volley of curses (no longer under his breath) and throwing a kick or two in his panic, although precise aim is low on his list of priorities at the moment. He hasn't registered who he's run across quite yet.]
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[Preoccupied with his conversation which was more rambling to himself than not, he doesn't register the proximity of the other man. Oh, yes, he could hear him tromping his way towards them, but the fog made distance telling quite horrendous to the point he gives a surprised yelp when the figure half trips over him and the book hits him solidly on the top of the head.]
Oi!
[Paper flutters past his face as the book bounces of his head to aim towards the floor. It is then when he looks up and registers who the newest member to the party group is.]
Still haven't gotten over that, have you?
[He'd offer a more polite greeting, but he's trying to avoid getting kicked as poor as the aim might be.]
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