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IC Contact
[After a few minutes of trial and error.]
This is Trevor Belmont. Call on me at anytime. I will get back to you as soon as I am able. -
12th Lash
[It's hard to make out the usual sound of waves crashing on the beach. That's because it's been drowned out by the chaos of monsters tearing into each other. Trevor is observing this from a close yet safe distance.]
That accursed tower... 'tis much closer than I've ever seen it these past months. Has that happened before?
And if I knew not any better ( Read more... ) -
11th Lash
...how goes the search for a cure? Did any of the things we find at that hospice help out?
And what have I missed apart from someone's birthday, apparently?
((OOC: Trevor actually revived much earlier, so this is backdated a few days.))
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10th Lash
[His communicator clattering across the hard wooden floor of his room must have triggered the power button. With the device lying on its side, the video feed shows Trevor viciously coughing blood and retching, doubled over in a growing pool of scarlet. He has clearly been within the final throes of Stage 4 for some days, and is still fighting it. ( Read more... ) -
8th Lash (voice)
Vile. To think it would prey on children.
[lifts his voice]
Everyone:
I've completed my first dozen silver knives with Dean's supervision. Come for them at the Forge, or I can bring them to you myself. In light of this 'Slender Man' peril I would see us all armed and ready, especially the younger ones.
Outside of that, best not deviate from the usual ( Read more... ) -
7th Lash (written)
[The dead may come back to life here, and Ryu may not have been himself. But to Trevor's mind, neither of that made helping to end the lad's life any more right. After three days of letting this bother him, he finally pushes it aside.]
We did what we had to.
Naoto: perhaps I will avail of your wolf's services much sooner than I thought. The hunt won' ( Read more... ) -
6th Lash
Take care of him, Lord. He is one of your own, after all.
[There's about a quarter minute's worth of soft careful munching down by the beach. It's broken only once by whistling steel and a mirelurk carcass thudding to the sand. Other than his concern about what happened to Castiel, Trevor sounds pleased, if a little wistful.]
A taste of home, here on ( Read more... ) -
5th Lash
The murderer has fallen. All should be returning to some semblance of normalcy now. Yet my soul burns with a sense of unfinished business. Vexing on its own to be sure. But 'tis even more so when you cannot remember just what that business is supposed to be.
[a sigh that sounds more like a growl] Nothing truly ends in World's End, does it?
((OOC: It' ( Read more... )