Entry tags:
final investigation
[It's been almost a week since Orthrus' lucky escape. Almost a week, of all calls to Heisenberg going (metaphorically) to voicemail. Almost a week, to rest and recover from the harrowing losses of the previous Friday.
It's been almost a week. And the storms are getting worse.
You know the locked door on the first floor? The one that goes into the center of the tower, right across from the great entry hall doors?
Today, there's a heavy iron key sticking out of the lock. With a familiar crest on the head.
The key is sticky with wet yellow paint, and wetter blood.]
It's been almost a week. And the storms are getting worse.
You know the locked door on the first floor? The one that goes into the center of the tower, right across from the great entry hall doors?
Today, there's a heavy iron key sticking out of the lock. With a familiar crest on the head.
The key is sticky with wet yellow paint, and wetter blood.]
no subject
no subject
[
Not me out here foreshadowing my own story or anything]no subject
no subject
hi my name's lynsey, i'm 33 and never learned how to fucking read--
Orthrus pauses a moment, thinking, before changing subjects and asking Mei: ]
Besides that did you find out the source of the blood smell...?
no subject
no subject
Hang on, give me a moment.
[ He shifts into his true form and heads into the room... augh, the other smells are even worse when he's like this. But he'll try and focus anyway.
Where's the blood smell coming from mods? ]
no subject
no subject