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 ]
[This flatly as Dean glances ahead and then around them, wondering idly how far away Marsh has to be to effectively stalk someone. After all, he's clearly not going by line of sight.
At least, Dean hopes not.]
Do I even wanna know?
[ Spam ]
I'm just watching.
[Big brother is watching! But, like. Protectively. Yes. Marsh isn't entirely sure what Dean might or might not even want to know about. Inquisitors are sort of creepy by definition, anyway.]
[ Spam ]
How do you watch without e- you know what, I don't wanna know.
[The hunter shakes his head, tilting it to look around the other man, and then returns his attention front and center.]
Watching for what? Why?
[ Spam ]
I want to know they're okay.
[Most of them aren't. But they aren't in active danger or collapsing catastrophically, so. He'll take that, for a little while.]
[ Spam ]
It's a common enough condition normally, and now it's almost an epidemic.
Some other time he would have a snappy comeback, something to tease with, something to annoy into a different topic or onto a different emotion. Now he shakes hie head.]
You can just... ask 'em. That's a thing that people do. Sometimes.
[ Spam ]
[And sometimes neither is pleasant.]
[ Spam ]
[Dean cocks his head slightly to one side.] This way you get to try to decide what they are all on your own.
[ Spam ]
...some of them want to talk to me. I talk back. Then.
[ Spam ]
He considers his reply to this.
But:] Dude, come on. Let's go get some lunch or something. Talk back at me or whatever. Something tells me you need more guy friends.
[ Spam ]
Okay. Lunch.