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 ]
The man himself looks very carefully at Marsh for a second, then two--that's all the longer it is, not long enough to Become Awkward. He can't help being touched, for an ironic turn of phrase. Little things, just like this, they used to make him feel stranger, more removed; concessions had to be made because there was something wrong with him--
And then that changed. So. ]
'preciate it. [ A brief down-tilt of his chin, considering Marsh with an affect that's not sure whether or not it wants to try coaxing, at least not yet. ] You stickin' around?
[ Because, you know, they should try this thing! Nathan doubtless has plastic forks in a desk drawer, which he uses for both eating in his office and unnecessarily stabbificating himself. ]
[ spam ]
If it's alright.
[Please don't give him cutlery you have stabbed yourself with, Nathan. Also please don't stab yourself. OnO ]