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Jonathan Sims ([personal profile] apocryphalarchivist) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-08-05 07:58 pm

[OPEN] While we're on the subject, could we change the subject now?

Who: Jonathan Sims and YOU!
What: Open prompts for the end of summer!
When: August
Where: Around Marrow Isle
Warning(s): Cursed objects, potential descriptions of gore (More warnings pending)



1. Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past
With a sound of effort, Jon drops the last of the tools he'd been carrying too many of, letting out a winded wheeze as he tries to collect himself.

It's been quite an undertaking, collecting ins and odds from Calloway's Curios before they fell into hands, not knowing what they are or what they're capable of doing. He's not certain of the particular qualities of a few of these things, but he's seen enough things and read about even more to know when something is simply here to cause problems.

Sprucing up the unused shed behind his cliff-side home is proving to be even more of an undertaking, considering he isn't especially gifted at carpentry, but sometimes you've just got to make due.

He's so engrossed in his work that he doesn't notice the presence of anyone outside of Grimmly the Dusknoir, the large Pokemon lingering, watching with what can only be described as single-eyed skepticism. The red eye follows Jon as he moves to collect the scattered metal rods of the lock-system he'd purchased, once again trying to carry all too many things at once.

To say the least, he's far too distracted to notice anybody coming up the short path to his home - especially as, with his heavy carry load, he staggers, stumbles, and topples back, dropping the rods in a spectacularly-noisy explosion of parts around his person.

Grimmly bellows with strange, wavering, ghostly laughter, the mouth on his stomach throwing his upper half backwards, with no regard for the daggers Jon glares his way.

"Oh, laugh it up, you shit, very funny. You could be helping with this, you know, you've got two perfectly good hands!"


2. Well, we knew we had the good things
Amid all the bustle he's been dealing with recently, Jon manages to find time to write and hang a flyer on the bulletin board.

Seeking assistance from the technically inclined for a repair project.

I am in possession of three tape recorders, and need someone who could potentially lend me a hand with fixing the wiring within the machines, as well as potentially making their power sources able to plug into a wall outlet. The tapes are in pristine condition, and I will only need assistance with at least one recorder, though all three being repaired would be preferred. Offering a reward of 200B for assistance.

If interested, please contact me via sending stone or telephone. Thank you.

-Jonathan Sims


With a reward like that, it's clear he's pretty serious about getting these fixed. He'll answer just about any call about them - be it someone who's ready to help him fix these, someone with questions about them, or friends with concerns about the devices. (It may be easier said than done convincing him not to fix them, if one even could, though.)


3. But those never seemed to last (Closed to Neil and Martin)
After meeting Martin on the beach, Jon was in more of a hurry than he'd care to admit to get to Neil and confirm dinner plans. Everything's smoothly in motion, and as ridiculous as it feels, Jon's more excited about this than he can rightly recall having been in a fair bit.

He's never been an incredible chef, but he's gotten a handle on home cooking since arriving in town, and throws together a plan quickly enough to have everything just about ready. It only takes a short trip out to the markets to have the supplies for everything: lemon chicken (the citrus specifically chosen for the occasion), mashed potatoes, and supplies for a light salad, hopefully making for something of an exceptional welcome-to-town dinner.

The sun is only just dipping towards the horizon when he's wrapping up, and judging by a quick glance to the clock on the wall when a knock at the door rings through the house, Martin's at his most punctual that Jon's ever seen him. Maybe he's as excited about this as Jon is? (He surely hopes so.)

Leaning as close to the kitchen's doorframe as he can while not straying too far, keen to finish wrapping things up as quickly as possible, Jon doesn't hesitate to call out towards the front of the house.

"Come in!"


4. Oh, please just last (Wildcard)
Want this guy somewhere, sometime? Shoot me a PM here or on Discord to plot, or just go wild and drop something!




[EDITED EXTRA PROMPT]

5. Beneath the Watcher's Eye
The more time passes, the more Jon feels his resolve beginning to slip.

At first, it's simply accidental, compelling people for statements when they're not looking to share. It sustains him, he feels terrible about it, and there's another sore spot to try to navigate around on this cursed island. The more time that passes, however, the few statements that are offered by the call of his bulletin-board posts simply don't provide like they used to. More often, the fatigue hangs heavy on his bones, even without the work to wear him down. Thinking grows difficult, and simple ordeals feel as though they've gained ten new steps overnight.

He tries to fight it off; he really, truly does. The itch sinks deeper into his bones with each passing day, though - no amount of reading old statements or reading books on things that had happened in town scratch it.

There comes a point with all itches that you've simply got no choice but to scratch it.

He adds his flyer to the bulletin board once more, crisp and neat. Sending stone calls are acceptable, events that have happened within Pumpkin Hollow are valid pieces of information to offer, and anything of any magnitude will be heard. The net is as wide as he can possibly cast it.

Waiting for the net to fill is an impossible task, however. Despite himself, he begins to hunt.

His search doesn't have the physicality or brute force of a Hunter seeking prey - but in energy and approach, they're shockingly alike. He's patient, calculated, and mindful. He stays out late during the nights of shore leave from the Mipha's Grace,, finding new haunts to insert himself into. Restaurants, taverns, bustling public events, and coffee shops are his most frequent targets; if he finds the perfect candidate outside of one of those spaces wearing marks that are heavy enough, though, he won't be picky.

Once he finds scars adequate enough, he sinks into action. The approach is simple and polite: if there's too many people around, he'll ask to step aside. If it's a quiet space, he'll move to stand near, to sit across from, to linger by whoever he's got his eyes on.

And then, he'll speak. The supernaturally inclined feel static begin to build in their ears, and even those who aren't get a sensation of their own, unnatural and tingly, something akin a sleeping limb beginning to wake up.

"You have seen something great and terrible, something beyond comprehension. Tell me your story."

[Extra notes: this is my general prompt for Jon taking statements! You can play this any way you want to. If you want their CR to stay positive, your character can show up at his house and deliver their statement normally, talk afterwards, whole nine yards. For anyone who'd prefer negative CR, though, or want to have Jon take a statement but have characters who would keep that to themselves, put him wherever your character might be and have him compel it out of them!

Additionally, closed to close CR: characters are welcome to bust him compelling statements out of someone! He is doing it fully intentionally this time, and while he'll generally see himself out while emotions run high from the person he took it from, he can be caught by someone who knows what's happening. He won't target people he's friends or generally friendly with intentionally, but it can happen accidentally. Hit me with anything! \o/
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[personal profile] lofi_charm 2024-08-06 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
At the shout, Martin lets himself in, taking a look around. It's clear someone is using this space to run a business out of their home, with the waiting room replacing a living room and the desks arranged like a reception area.

"Uh--- do I just---"

"You can come around the desks," adds a second voice, lighter than Jon's but with a slight hoarse quality to it. God, he even sounds hot.

"Oh--- s-sure," Martin agrees, doing just that. He enters the small kitchen to find it... quaint, and tidy, with one mismatched chair pulled up to the table. There's Jon, setting the table, while a short, older man with crisply styled black hair, round glasses, and the best ass Martin has ever seen mixes a salad together at the counter. Martin's shoulders shrink as he begins to feel like he's taking up too much space, conscious of the fact that he's the tallest and widest person in the room as much as he is a third wheel. "Hi. You must be, um. Neil."

"That's right!" Neil smiles. "Do have a seat, my friend, we're nearly ready."

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Towards the Future

[personal profile] misbegottendreamer 2024-08-06 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, muthsera, are you quite alright?" she asks, as she hears the clatter of rods on the ground. She immediately begins feeling around for them, in an effort to help pick them up.

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2. Well, we knew we had the good things | Sending Stone

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2024-08-06 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"What's up you meme-loving fuck?"

Pause.

"I have no idea why that was so god damn aggressive. Anyway, had someone read your flyer to me since, you know, I don't have fucking eyeballs and you don't write in Braille. Tape recorders I can do. If it was a plow I'd be fucked but since it's complicated and annoying I can more or less handle repair instantly. Power supply you're on your own for."

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well, we knew we had the good things

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-08-08 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
When John sees the note about the tape recorders on a trip into town, he jots down the phone number. It's been a minute since he handled anything electronic, and he hasn't met many people from his point in time and place.

Hell, maybe those tapes have music on them.

So, when he gets home with some new supplies to help him make arrows for his monthly tributes, he digs the scrap of paper with the number out so he can call the guy.

When the other end picks up, the deep male voice on the other side is soft, pleasant, and just a little bit faltering.

"Uh, hi--hey, uhm, can I speak to Mr. Sims? It's about the bulletin board posting regarding the repair project."

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5. beneath the Watcher's eye

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-08-09 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Daisy warned her about Jon, and so had Gerry, and yet, here she is, watching him talk to people at the Oak and Iron, watching them tell him things they might not actually want to tell. It's very interesting watching the Eye at work, how it compels information and draws energy from the individual. Eventually, she's seen enough.

"Hey." She slips into the seat across from him, which has just been vacated by a distraught older man. "Neat trick you got there."

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Pokes the Watcher's Eye 3 Stooges Style

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As a cultivator of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, Shen Qingqiu had a mandate to protect the common people from all manner of supernatural threats. Although he was not, ahem, a front-line fighter in the same manner of some of his martial siblings, still he ran his fair share of night hunts, and encountered all manner of demons, ghosts, and things that go bump in the night. There were even more than one entirely human occultist and serial killer in the mix, because Airplane sometimes had aspirations of being a real writer and tried to play with people's expectations now and then. So: he knows what a predator looks like, especially in a setting such as this.

"Mister Sims." His voice is soft and sweet, but his hand is like iron as it falls on Jon's shoulder. "I was hoping to see you again. I owe you an apology, you know." He steers Jon aware from the coffee shop he'd been about to enter, and instead towards a tavern further down the street; one that is nearly empty just now, waiting for the dinner hour rush when the miners get off work. A darkened booth in the back would be the perfect place for what he has in mind.

"I had a most illuminating conversation with Mister Blackwood," he continues, still in that sweet-soft voice. "You poor fellow! Why didn't you simply tell me that you were under a curse?"

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watcher's eye

[personal profile] goodweather 2024-08-09 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Jon has chosen well. If most people's Fears start as water, then this one has whiffs of Web and Slaughter like beer, Lonely like absinthe, and Spiral like the extremely combustible Everclear.

He finds him at dusk. Phil's finished his shift and is meant to be headed home, but Jon has found him in a moment of respite and pulled him aside to a quieter place behind some establishment. Phil is happy to help someone who seems to need help, even as something off about the situation prickles at the back of his neck--which grows, sprawling across his skin when Jon asks, tell me your story.

Well. Phil doesn't exactly keep it a secret anymore, but what a way to start.

"I..." How does he start?

When he beckons, the words come: "I was a weatherman back home, too. Every year the station wanted me to cover Groundhog Day, a weather ceremony in a small town in Pennsylvania, called Punxsutawney."

He takes a breath.

"This thing that happened... it wasn't that long ago, technically, but for me it's been decades. I was a worse person then. I was as big of an asshole as you could be without becoming a criminal. Shallow, annoyed, impatient, inconsiderate, all of it. I was everything. So I hated this, too. Thought I was some kind of big shot above it all. But I had to go. So I packed my things, since it was far enough to be a road trip kind of thing, and I went. Drove north in the Channel 5 weather van with Larry the cameraman, who I'd been working with for years, and Rita Hanson, my associate producer then. I only opened my mouth to complain. You could tell they were both fed up with me, but telling me to shut up would only make me worse.

"So we, uh... we get there, and I don't really remember a lot here, but it's not really important. I go to my BnB. It's not a big place, but it's still the nicest one in town. It's basically a house owned by an old woman named Mrs. Lancaster, renovated into a BnB. I don't say hi to anyone except to check in, and I go upstairs, and I pass out. And, um... I wake up, at 6 AM, by my alarm. One of those loud, abrasive, standard-sounding ones, you know? The one you get from the digital clocks with red numbers."

Phil keeps talking. For something that apparently happened ages ago for him, he describes this day in excruciating detail; not just events like the wake-up call or elaborations on how much he fucking hated this town, but things like the pattern of the carpet and the wall, the names of the books that were in the shelves, Johnathan who said hello to him every day when he left his room, precisely who was in the downstairs lobby and what they were having for breakfast. He talks about the couple from Cleveland that comes downstairs talks about a blizzard on the way. He talks about Mrs. Lancaster's busted coffee pot. He talks about running into the marching band, running into Debbie and Freddie Kleiser (then unmarried) and them wanting a picture and getting the sheriff to take it. Jon's statements usually pull forgotten details to the forefront, but Phil has not forgotten any of this. He even recites everything that these people say to him, word for word.

He talks about finally getting to the ceremony. About meeting Rita (though they'd also done 'the flood story' together before this one), Larry pissing him off by counting down from 5. He quotes word for word the entire ceremony's proceedings. He talks about the diner. He recites everything there, too, about meeting Rita there, about the sheriffs coming in to report them getting snowed in by 'a blizzard donut,' and Phil storming out because he refused to believe he was trapped in such a shithole, and almost freezing to death out there. About running into Rita at the bar again. trying to proposition her, and failing because Rita is too smart to fall for dicks like him.

"So I stormed off to bed," he says. "I was prepared to leave in the morning. The roads would be clear, and we could go home, and I could quit and move to a different station and never have to cover GHD again. But when I woke up, it was... to the alarm again. And the wakeup call, and the news guys covering GHD on the radio. It wasn't February 3rd. It was February 2nd. Groundhog Day. Again."

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[Malevolent Voice] Fuck your eyes

[personal profile] listenforbirdsong 2024-08-10 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey! Dickhead!"

Jon Sims does not know Mairi Miann, but boy does she know him. The water genasi is drenched and dripping onto her summer gown, fin-like ears pinned down in an expression of anger. She is blue-skinned and tall, nearly as tall as Jon, with strange eyes that speak of deep, dark water. She grabs him by the shirt, immediately getting him wet as well.

"Are you the one going around forcing people to tell spook stories?"

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Beneath the Watcher's Eye

[personal profile] hadnoright 2024-08-11 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)

When she told him that everything Avatar about him seemed to be progressing as expected, she probably should've seen this part coming. Maybe that's what she gets for trusting him to actually self-report how bad things were getting, forgetting just how bad they both are at doing just that. Forgetting just how readily Jon hid it before, even if he did get busted eventually.

It's the mark of the Eye popping up on people it didn't used to be that she catches, in the end. Even then, she hopes that maybe it's just an uptick in volunteers, but... never the optimist, she starts a little hunt of her own, anyway.

Which is why Jon will feel eyes on him, as he's finishing up with another statement in sit-down shop of some kind. Not from another table, but from the window, looking in from outside where Daisy leans against a lamp post. Waiting.

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beneath the watcher's eye

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-08-13 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a musician out on a street corner. The sun's down, and though a few may pause to listen here and there, it's just a brief stop on their way to their actual destinations. A pub, a tavern, home, anywhere but out on this random, desolate corner.

It seems more like he's amusing himself than actively trying to make some brass with his busking, and the lack of any dedicated audience means that he is, for all intents and purposes, alone.

Sometimes, he performs a folk song, something local and well known by the residents. Sometimes, he performs music from his own world, covers that might be familiar to those from a similar time and place. And sometimes, he performs his own original compositions, the greatest hits from a band that never made it big. He performs with the kind of ease that comes with a lifetime of practice, and there's a casual confidence to the way he strums the guitar and sings his tunes. If one were to really stop and listen, they might catch something odd here and there, like... The wrong word? A bit of nonsense in the middle of a lyric just about everyone knows by heart? A little something that doesn't belong? It's like, for a moment, there's a prickling feeling of wrongness, but it's hard to pinpoint why and maybe it's just the imagination. Must've misheard him.

Anyway, he should be an easy snack for Jon!

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Beneath the Watcher's Eye (Voluntary) | CW cannibalism, self-harm, self-harm in the other sense

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-08-15 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Statement of Agent Jean, regarding the hiring and disciplinary practices of R-Corp. Statement taken live from subject morning of Thirteenth August, year unverifiable due to multiple conflicting calendars. Statement begins.

"I know this won't help me move on. But, hahaha, hahahahahaha, HAHAHAHAHA -" Jean coughs several times, from deep in their chest, and chances a sip of coffee to clear their throat. "But it already isn't moving on, so maybe a saner perspective could. Could help? I certainly don't want to go to Captain Zelda first, she has enough horrors..."

Here we are again. A cup of coffee, Jean's rhythmic stirring of it, never quite looking Jon in the eyes or those eyes or those eyes over there or those eyes over there or those eyes over there or, in fact, those ones, over there. Jon, and perhaps only Jon, can make out faint music emanating from Jean's voice.

"I've told you a bit about Lobotomy Corporation. This...is sort of about them, and it starts at my time there, but it's not really about the Abnormalities or our Employees. We had a contract with another Wing, with the Fourth Pack of R-Corp specifically. Pack...their terminology could get a bit unhelpful. The Fourth Pack is the overall command of that army, sure, but each individual platoon is also a Pack, is the thing. Rhino Pack, Reindeer Pack, and Rabbit Pack, under Captain Nikolai. Before you ask, they weren't animal people, just...animal themed. The Rabbits were the worst of them, crazed and bloodthirsty, looking for any excuse to kill everything that moved, so of course we were contracted with them, under Myo. Here, I have a sketch."

"On our end, the expectations couldn't be simpler. The Manager presses a button, and alarms go off. You have ten seconds to evacuate the Department before the Rabbit Team deploys and the doors are fully sealed. They don't open again until everything is dead. They were expensive, they were ruthless, one time they shot me in the ass, and they were worth it, every time. Every single time."

They pause. It is not a silence, because they do not stop stirring their coffee, but they pause, and they are in no hurry to resume. When Jean finally does, the music has changed.

"It's like I said about the train, though. The Fourth Pack attacked the Library, is the thing, Comrade Jon. They had to. They needed to, they didn't have a choice, not if they wanted to continue their way of life, not if they wanted to avoid corporate execution, they had to attack us, and the Floor of Language gave them battle. I...I gave them battle. And the Library showed us the way of life they were so desperate to preserve. I can't. I can't un-know it. I wish I could un-know it, so I wouldn't have to try to understand it."

A deep, shuddering breath.

The spoon stops moving entirely, poised beneath a single finger, held upright in the cup.

"The Singularity of R-Corp, the 'technology that can violate the known laws of physics', is cloning from backup. Their soldiers can preserve an earlier version of their self, and that version can be printed again as a full adult, with all of their experiences. But the laws of the City say: additional copies of any given subjectivity may not survive for a period of longer than 24 hours, or all instances of that subjectivity will be summarily executed. No endless armies, but backups, well, that could be useful, right? But they don't simply use it for backups. When an R-Corp soldier dies, R-Corp rents an area of subjective time from T-Corp. Within the area, two weeks pass inside of twenty-four hours, and this may be observed with minimal lag from outside. I watched, Jon. The Library made me watch."

"They made so many copies of Myo, and they were thrown into the bubble. No weapons, no armor, no food, no water. And I watched. Myo had done this so many times before that all of her were actually looking forward to it, and I. Watched. Her tear into herself with teeth and fists. You'd think it would be an all-out bloodbath, but they had to survive those two weeks, do you understand? All of her were hunting herself, and they were rationing the corpses, sipping sparingly of the blood. Planning tactical betrayals and ambushes. And I watched. I watched during lulls in the battles when Myo talked to herself, bragging, swaggering, each one promising she'd be the next Myo. I watched them die, and be consumed. I watched them become victorious. I watched Myo break herself enough to be a new Myo, and be chosen as the next Myo, and then I gave her battle again, Jon."

Jean lets the spoon go. Their face is so distant.

"...But the thing that haunts me is she defended it to our faces. She spat our sympathy back at us and demanded we retract it. Said we had no right to judge. That she's happy. Isn't that odd? That's the part that really scares me."

"I'm not certain anything human lives in that City."

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Ghost Moment [On the Bluffs, post-humous]

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When Jon's spirit breaks free of the haze of separating from life, he'll find a man sitting on the edge of the cliff outside his home, should he go a-wandering. Not much else to do when you're haunting, after all. The figure is short of statue, but visibly not a child, and he doesn't have that haze that the living have when one wanders the island as a ghost. He doesn't seem to notice Jon that much.

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Watcher's Eye

[personal profile] prince_of_beasts 2024-08-18 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
It's obvious Dimitri's got a history with violence. Even seated in the downstairs of the Oak and Iron, he carries the sword at his hip with the effortless self-awareness of a limb. It may as well be a bodily part of him when he's never seen without it. An observant onlooker might notice how he keeps his back to a wall, monitoring sightlines the rooms entrances and exits. His demeanor seems casual, but any sudden sound or movement snaps him to alertness, calculating threat and reaction.

That assessing gaze sweeps over Jon, with a polite nod when Dimitri sees his attention's returned. (His demeanor is casual enough, but -- is that a twinge of threat? The Eye's suspicion of a rival predator?)

It's not hard to get him talking about it. He's not ashamed of his past; he hesitates for the benefit of his listener, not himself. It's an unpleasant story. Are you sure -- ?

Well. As long as you're sure.

It's quieter once they step outside the Oak and Iron's bustling bar area. Late summer means the light lasts long into the evening, but the breeze is cool, carrying the beginnings of the night's insect chorus. Dimitri stands against the tavern wall, crosses his arms, and pauses again, contemplating where to begin.

"What do you know of the Kingdom of Faerghus, Mr. Sims?"

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Wildcard -- after the Blight

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Strange as it is to contemplate, Shen Qingqiu and Jonathan Sims are apparently some kind of social intimates now. That, or Sims is just luring him out behind his house to kill him, but Shen Qingqiu is trying to avoid making any assumptions about the man now he's technically sworn to assist him. If nothing else he seems to have a healthy respect for Shen Qingqiu's strength and combat techniques, so that probably takes murder off the table.

What was it he invited Shen Qingqiu over to come look at? Some kind of cursed artifact?

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Beneath the Watcher's Eye (before word gets around about the statement-taking)

[personal profile] takethatnature 2024-09-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Have we met?" Wilson asks, incredulous at the nerve of the vaguely familiar man. Another Ocularum member, he thinks, but they haven't spoken before. The question's mostly rhetorical anyway, defensive against the cold sting of Nightmare Fuel in his fingertips and radio static at the edge of his hearing. Not what he expected on his way back from the library. Wilson brought an axe in case of monsters, a torch to hold back the darkness, but neither seems like the right tool to ward off a fellow Pumpkin Hollowite with an impertinent question.

He makes a juicy target, and a multifaceted one. The short, pale, bristly man with the curly spikes of hair is riddled with marks. Buried, Desolation, End, Flesh, Hunt, Eye, Slaughter, hints of Web and Lonely and Stranger and a frisson of Vast. The deepest is Dark, entwined with a Spiral tag-along; where Wilson comes from, the two are never far from each other, but Mr. Pitch is the one calling the shots. It's that well that Jon's drawing from now.

Wilson finds that he can't leave it there, can't stop at giving his nosy neighbor the brush-off and walking away. Or maybe he just doesn't want to. Doesn't he want to make sure this guy knows exactly what he's in for with that question, pile detail after gory detail onto him until Wilson's no longer the only one who wakes up frantic and drenched in sweat from thinking about it? If he told his entire story that way they'd both be here until sunrise, but he can at least pick out one of the worst parts and gift-wrap it.

"It had been one hundred and eight days since I'd seen the sun. I don't think that last world had a sun. It was covered in fireflies, I'd been catching those for light, but I was starting to run out." Wilson pauses, preparing an educational tangent. "The advantage of firefly-powered lighting is that it's hands-free and noncombustible. Mount it on your hat and you can fight, you can use tools, you don't have to worry about burning down an entire forest if you use too much of it or put it down in the wrong place. But fireflies barely breed in the Constant at the best of times. I had to get to the portal before I drove them locally extinct."

"It was covered in huge spiders, but that was fine, they distracted the clockwork automata that wanted to crush me and fry the pieces. Once the dust settled I patched myself up with some improvised spider-venom salve, loaded my most important items into the teleportation machine's baggage compartments—" —calling it the Teleportato or the Wooden Thing would undermine the effect he's going for, even if it has no other proper name that he's aware of— "—and let the shadow hands come up and grab me. No amount of experience could ever get me used to those things. On pure instinct I try to run away even if I wanted them there, but I can't get more than a step or two before they catch me by the arms and legs and then I'm up to my neck in pure darkness wrapped around me and it pulls me down through a hole in the threads of the world."
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Beneath The Watcher’s Eye (tw for nonconsensual Statement-giving)

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A man has been watching Dedue for the last several days.

Dedue is someone who takes great care to blend into the background. Historically, when strangers have looked too long at him, it hasn’t been for good reasons. So he is hyper aware that, no matter where he goes in town, there is a pair of wide, piercing eyes that stay completely fixated on him.

It is a gaze that digs into his skin, cuts down to the bone. But even worse is the feeling of inevitability that accompanies it. Because, despite having no interest in talking this person nor any trust in his own safety if he did choose to interact, a part of Dedue feels like he is going to tell this man everything. He doesn’t want to. He really doesn’t want. But he is going to eventually. It’s just a matter of time.

On the third day, the man finally approaches him. Dedue feels frozen in place. He wants to flee, but his body won’t will it. Instead, eyes pointed at the floor rather than meeting that painful gaze, Dedue whispers softly, “I do not want to say it.” His hands shake. “Please. Do not make me say it.”

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[personal profile] craftlife 2024-09-13 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
At the concept of not only repairing technology but getting paid for it, Deon practically vibrates out of his skin. He makes arrangements to go repair the tape recorder and shows up at Jon's place, cheerful as can be.

"Hallo," he says with a smile, his caracal ears pricked forward. "I can't say I've seen a tape recorder in quite some time, but it shouldn't be too difficult to fix."

[Deon is most likely a triple threat of Flesh/Hunt/Slaughter, if Jon is in the mood for a meal.]