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independent, dash only, low activity, iconless multimuse sideblog penned by hilary ( 30+ , she/her, UTC-5) featuring characters from Persona 5, Legend of Zelda, Star Wars, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Miraculous Ladybug, and others. follows back from @stygicniron
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Rules. || Memes. || Interest Tracker. || Wishlist. || Verses.
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ooc;; omg??? Dr.acula gameboy game??
valentine weekend still going for these lovebirds...
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I missed 2/2 last year cuz I hadn’t finish the game, but I made it this year.
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Prisoner of Love
THE REVELATION that echo gives him opens up an old wound in obi - wan . where else is his mind supposed to go except to cody ? the man that had been with him since the start of the war to the very end . he'd never known exactly what had happened to him that day on utapau , had never truly found out who it was that had tried to kill him . there was plenty left to haunt obi - wan after the purge , a slew of failures and betrayals to occupy his mind . but cody was an aching question mark that now seemed to have an answer . he's not sure he feels entirely better for knowing .
for all the thoughts turning in his head , ❝ i see , ❞ is all he manages to say . he's quiet for a long moment before he nods , forcing himself back into the present , back to the clone that sits across from him . ❝ you asked about parts . the jawas always have things they've scavenged but they're hardly known for their QUALITY of material . you'll have a slightly better chance at the junk shops in the cities , but you'll certainly have to pay for it . ❞
The general seemed to be taking it well, if being looked like he'd just been run over by a raging bantha was 'taking it well', but at least the general had actually allowed him to get a word in about the chips before he started blasting. There were a handful of other Jedi that survived the purge, and not all of them were as ready to sit and listen to an old clone.
The silence hung in the air for a moment as he studied the old general's face, weighing his next words carefully. Echo carried his own wounds too, and he wasn't sure if that made him any sort of expert one way or the other with how to deal with them. Sith hells, he wasn't a medic.
A rueful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the Jedi. "I expected to have to pay for it either way, sir. Anyone sees armor and thinks that means credits, even if don't recognize the face." He could try to go without, of course, but he didn't like the idea of missing the protection should things go sideways, which somehow always seemed to happen.
The vampire king would follow after the man that occupied the corners of his castle. Darkened and shadowed by torment. If it wasn't from him then surely, soon enough, to his brides. hiding like skeletons in the walls and the halls slowly chasing away the light. he had promised them a wild hunt, yet it hadn't been time for them yet. he wanted to appease his own appetites first.
he allowed Johnathon to gain more steps before he followed after him. flourishing the candlelight that lit up the staircase and the rooms above. no true powered electricity could be found in castle dracula.
" it would be wise. " he noted. sinking in his thoughts at the attempted comfort that the other brought. though he only expected it to be in partial truth. never fully believing him. not suspecting he'd be truthful, " where there are wolves there is also mountains. one could get lost easily along the foothills. "
he guided the walk up to the second floor , before lifting up a nearby candle , to lead down the darkened halls towards their next destination. the lounge being somewhat lonely at night.
" tell me, Johnathon. " he began. passing by a hallway of paintings with stern faces and stiff poses, " what wakens you this late? Nightmares plaguing you, or perhaps the adventure of exploring my old castle dracula? "
What else could Jonathan do besides follow meekly in the shadow of the Count? He had no weapon to his name, let alone even any of the clothing he'd packed. The Count had seen to that. All of his worldly possessions were now on his person, and he knew none of them could stand against the force of the Count, should the monster ever truly decided to end his life. And Jonathan had no doubt that was his plan more certainly than ever.
So he had to be clever. Somehow. He had to keep thinking, to find a way out of this. To outsmart the monster.
He hardly noticed when the pair of them finally made their way back up to Jonathan's trio of rooms, the embers in the hearth of the main sitting area offered some comfort in the gloom of the evening. The howling of the wolves had grown distant, though not fully hidden by the thick walls of the castle, and Jonathan suppressed a shudder.
But just before he made to turn into his rooms, like a scolded child being sent to bed, the Count drew a candle free, as if to lad Jonathan in an imperious way he had never done before. What was this new plot? Jonathan mused, eyes rounding in a quiet fear as he stared at the slim lit candle and the face behind it, gaze dropping down a beat later as he struggled to come up with an answer to the question.
"Nightmares and dreams, sir," he responded carefully, following along with the suggestion the Count had given him. "I dreamed of home, you see, and--well, I was seized by an urge to be back there as soon as possible." An almost rueful smile danced on his lips.
Jack knew all too well that if he didn't use again, and soon, that he'd eventually be useless to them. He'd be doubled over in pain from withdrawals. He'd tried before, but the pain had always brought him back to the needle for relief. While he'd abstained through what he assumed was the worst of the mental torture, he knew he'd have to use again. He couldn't be a withdrawing mess and be helpful.
"I'm afraid that admirability will soon cease," Jack admitted to his new friend, his new brother in arms. "I'll be useless to the fight if I don't."
But he still held a desire to abstain after all of this -- if there was an after. He was silently terrified of what they would have to face in the wilds of a wild country.
"How is Mina fairing with the nightmares now?"
How could he feel so much older in so few short months? So much had happened, of course, but the time itself had not moved faster or slower, the sun rose and set as it was wont to do, unaffected by anything below. And Jonathan wished he could give some insight, some reassurance to the doctor, but at the end of the day, surely a physician would know more about medicine than him.
"Have you asked Dr Van Helsing about this?" he asked curiously, although Jonathan had a hunch that Jack already knew his mind, and had good reason for it too.
Jonathan's eyes flick back to the door to Mina's room, as if his look could somehow not only soothe his fears, but the horrors now plaguing his wife. "She sleeps strangely," he said after a long beat. "Deeply, and yet.. I do not think she dreams. It's a most unnatural way of sleeping." Jonathan's mouth worked again for a moment before he continued. "The only times she seems to truly sleep is when Van Helsing hypnotizes her."
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A glass of wine swirled in Jonathan's hand as his head tilted with interested. The Count conspicuously did not seem to be enjoying such a drink, having claiming to already dining before. It created a beat's worth of hesitation in Jonathan's mind about the possible social faux pas that he sipped more slowly and more mindfully than he might otherwise when dining in the comforts of his own home. Of course, there were several other causes for such careful eating than etiquette alone.
Nodding slightly, he took a small sip, bashful smile bouncing to his mouth at the question in turn. "I'm sorry to say that I was not told much. I simply overheard the word during my travels here and was only able to discern it upon referencing my translation manual. I'm afraid I did not have much chance to look into local folktales or myths. I was a bit more preoccupied with practical matters like train schedules or inns for the night."
But then again, maybe certain folktales were to become not only practical but very relevant all too soon. Placing the wine glass at the small table next to his chair, he continued on. "If it's not too much trouble, I would love to hear more about the stories of such creatures. Do you know more about vampires?"
Hey guys I'm into persona now
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