Marsh || Steel Inquisitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myironeyes) wrote2013-11-10 09:27 pm
myironeyes) wrote2013-11-10 09:27 pm
Entry tags:
- actual gargoyle marsh,
- apprentice pie person,
- big brother is watching,
- brood brood cluck cluck,
- king of the sadpandas,
- lineface twin powers activate,
- mommy marsh,
- pack lunches for ryan,
- sadfrands no touchy club,
- someone tell him this is creepy,
- stalking for fun and profit,
- when did he acquire so many chicks,
- zane is totally stitch
A Crab Dressed like a Dementor, Pack Lunches, and Pie
[Private to Ned.]
I need help.
[Spam for Kelsier]
[He gave Kelsier time to hide, because - well, he's not a complete hypocrite. But he's knocking on Kel's door now, and he's just as willing to pick the lock as he was on the other barge.]
[Private to Alpha]
I can't see anything on the communicator screens, so I don't know what your room looks like. But if you have not yet acquired a replacement for your recessed pit, I could make a fabric hammock.
They're...easier to move around than solid furniture, if you change your mind about what you want where.
[Spam for Nathan, backdated to several days after the mirror even but before White Flag - 5th or 6th?]
[He knocks only once. He has cherry-raspberry pie.]
[Open Spam all over the barge, from a few days after the mirror event through White Flag, particularly relevant to Jean, Cassel, Alex, Zane, and Ryan, because you guys now have a pointy extra shadow.]
[Several months of memories of being used as a brutal nightmare of a weapon have made Marsh even more skittish, if possible, than he was when he first board the barge. He skulks and lurks and generally keeps to the corners of the regrettably well-lit corridors. He ducks into empty cabins when people pass in the halls, and he collects food at odd times. It is, however, less absent than his usual hermitage, because he's actively stalking a few people at a distance whenever they emerge from hiding.]
[OOC: feel free to run into him while he's watching out for someone else, or if you want to say your character was chopped to pieces once or a dozen times by mind controlled!Marsh in the mirror event, he might feel obligated to quasi-discretely check on them too. Just let me know!]
[Open Spam, CES]
[It's pitch dark, except for the small area illuminated by the light spilling in through the open door; Marsh doesn't need light. The CES gave him the rebellion's cave systems today, and although there are torches stashed here in there in the tunnels, Marsh doesn't need them. The rock is solid, cool but not cold, and he's tucked just around a bend, holding still. Letting himself be still. He isn't sure himself if it's comforting or just stalling, but at least it is familiar.]
I need help.
[Spam for Kelsier]
[He gave Kelsier time to hide, because - well, he's not a complete hypocrite. But he's knocking on Kel's door now, and he's just as willing to pick the lock as he was on the other barge.]
[Private to Alpha]
I can't see anything on the communicator screens, so I don't know what your room looks like. But if you have not yet acquired a replacement for your recessed pit, I could make a fabric hammock.
They're...easier to move around than solid furniture, if you change your mind about what you want where.
[Spam for Nathan, backdated to several days after the mirror even but before White Flag - 5th or 6th?]
[He knocks only once. He has cherry-raspberry pie.]
[Open Spam all over the barge, from a few days after the mirror event through White Flag, particularly relevant to Jean, Cassel, Alex, Zane, and Ryan, because you guys now have a pointy extra shadow.]
[Several months of memories of being used as a brutal nightmare of a weapon have made Marsh even more skittish, if possible, than he was when he first board the barge. He skulks and lurks and generally keeps to the corners of the regrettably well-lit corridors. He ducks into empty cabins when people pass in the halls, and he collects food at odd times. It is, however, less absent than his usual hermitage, because he's actively stalking a few people at a distance whenever they emerge from hiding.]
[OOC: feel free to run into him while he's watching out for someone else, or if you want to say your character was chopped to pieces once or a dozen times by mind controlled!Marsh in the mirror event, he might feel obligated to quasi-discretely check on them too. Just let me know!]
[Open Spam, CES]
[It's pitch dark, except for the small area illuminated by the light spilling in through the open door; Marsh doesn't need light. The CES gave him the rebellion's cave systems today, and although there are torches stashed here in there in the tunnels, Marsh doesn't need them. The rock is solid, cool but not cold, and he's tucked just around a bend, holding still. Letting himself be still. He isn't sure himself if it's comforting or just stalling, but at least it is familiar.]
[Spam]
Was that everything? All you needed?
[Spam]
[He has a teapot waiting, the ceramic one with red designs that Cassel made him, already brewed in the morning. He pours cups for each of them and brings them over.]
If that's alright.
[Spam]
[The Piemaker watches the cup ceremony with tired, aged eyes, and takes the cup when it's offered]
It's not so big a favor to ask.
[Spam]
[The set came with a little pitcher and a sugar bowl; he feels vaguely obligated to keep them stocked even though he takes his plain.]
I wouldn't. Want to ask it of just anyone.
[It's not a big favor. But it's not a thing he shares easily.]
[Spam]
[The Piemaker was always one for sweet things, in moderation. He places a single sugar cube in his cup]
Are you. Talking like me?
[Spam]
[He frowns slightly, because maybe he is. Ned is - not soothing not that - a gentle presence. Maybe part of him wants to incorporate that. Or maybe it's just a function of struggling with how to phrase things.]
Not on purpose.
[Spam]
...[Slowly, he brings the teacup to his lips, staring straight ahead without really seeing]
[Spam]
[Subtle, Marsh.]
[Spam]
[It's true; technically the Piemaker was never signed on for the job. That never stopped him using the kitchens anyway, even if he did need to be let in by the people with the keys]
[Spam]
My mother taught me. I didn't...forget that. But I let other things obscure it.
[Maybe he shouldn't have. Maybe it was inevitable, with his world the way it was. But he's glad Ned said what he did, glad that he has re-attained something of his old comfort with it, instead of merely using it as something to take up his hands and his time that does not result in bloodshed.
This is why he wouldn't want just anyone else to help him, even if nearly anyone on the ship could have done it.]
[Spam]
What other things?
[Spam]
[couldn't?]
- didn't care enough to fight anymore.
[Mash feels guilty no matter what he does.]
But now it's. Nice.
[Spam]
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[One of a very few things, for Marsh, that always feels peaceful, going neat and even, stitch by stitch.]
[Spam]
Who is it for?
[Spam]
[He nods at the direction of the hawthorn flower.]
She likes those best.
[Good stalker best creep friend.]
[Spam]
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I never got the chance to know her well.
[Perhaps that is different, now.]
[Spam]
Are you going to get to know her here?
[Spam]
[She wants to - reestablish something.]
I almost killed her, and then she saved the world. Made it better. It's...hard to know where to begin.
But she likes flowers, and dancing.
[So. A dress.]
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[Precisely the trouble.]
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You can't use gift cards on the Barge.
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Life is hard enough without trying to get things perfect.
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