Poor Sinner. @poor-sinner - Tumblr Blog

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

He was even struggling to drink.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he twitched at the feeling, but, realizing the pain was quickly fading, sat up and took the container with shaky hands, carefully drinking the smoothie, wondering when he'd throw it back up.

-[ okay, at least that was helping! ]

-[ see, they were being useful. They could figure out how to help this guy. ]

I’m glad that worked for you, hheh! For some reason I was kinda worried it wouldn’t but anyway-

so, uh,.. feeling a bit better-? I’ll have to find something to work as a bandage for your side, but this should help.

"y-yeah." Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up. "s' pretty good stuff. thanks... what is it?"

He was still a bit out of it (he was in a new place, and a person he'd never seen before was helping him for some reason) but at least he was still immortal here...

it’s a smoothie! I uhh.. don’t exactly quite know what’s in it, to be honest. They show up sometimes around the hotel.

-[they were glad he was feeling well enough to chat with them now, at least. ]

oh, by the way- my name’s Tourist! Well, not really, but it’s what I came up with since I uhh.. yeah, anyway! Yours?

"eh. it heals me, doesn't taste like death, and I haven't thrown it up yet..."

He shuddered, but brushed off the thought of how ancient that stuff could've been.

"...my name? oh... um..." He thought for a moment. "...John. I think."

well, you’re not wrong. I’m glad the stuff around here that heals is good enough to eat, heh.

-[ Tourist figured they should get up and moving soon, but they wouldn’t rush him. ]

Nice to meetcha, John. Haven’t seen anyone around here in a hot minute.

#rp blog #sinner grace #doors tourist #yeowch!

...aaand he was asleep. His body had decided that the stress of being so injured in such an unfamiliar place was too much for the moment.

...he looked sort of adorable like that. Slumped over, breathing softly... he had to be protected now.

A sinner is just kinda... Hanging out in the lobby, they're chilling on a bench with the soul set on, maybe you should go talk to them? They don't seem to have anything better to do...

- @adam-sinner-grace

[Hello! Hope ya don't mind me tossing my sinner to ya, go ahead and bother him however you want :P]

He'd just managed to escape from Grace, mostly unscathed this time save for the usual dull pain in his side.

...he cautiously approached them, but stopped a fair distance away.

They were taller than him. Much taller.

Adam looks at John, before taking off his soul set, he gets up off the bench and lowers himself down to eye level with john

He was quivering in fear (or in pain? One couldn't say which) as Adam cast a shadow over him. He reminded him too much of her.

A petrified squeak escaped him.

Adam takes out a roll of disinfectant gauze and passes it to John, unsure if he's injured or if its fear, knowing some of the horrors of the maze... and he'd rather help another sinner (are you ok?) Adam signs to John, he doesnt exactly have a mouth to speak with after all, so he tries his best to not scare the sinner, also taking out the soulset, which is playing Clair de lune, one of Adam's comfort songs when he just wants to chill without any emotional weight in it (here, you can borrow my soulset and listen to whatever song ya want. just think of it and it'll play it in the soulset) :] Adam continues looks at John, before reaching into his bag and pulling out a simple piece of food that's been stored in a ziplock bag, but adam's hand has a few small cuts, he wasn't exactly careful reaching into his bag ^^"

He was frozen.

Until he tried stepping backwards... which caused him to fall over, HARD.

He had never been allowed any chances to escape if he fell, so he sat there, waiting for pain, not understanding the strange hand movements the other was making.

Adam slowly moves towards John, helping him up and dusting off his robes, Adam knew his jacket wasn't exactly "holy" by any standards, especially compared to something like John's robes, but he didn't mind, his main priority right now is making sure John is ok, and seeing how he can help John (jeez, you alright? I don't wanna be rude and start attempting to check without your permission ^^")

...oh. His robes were a bit wet on one side.

He hadn't realized it yet, but an old wound of his had opened up again. He was too busy keeping his eyes trained on the other sinner to feel any amount of pain; adrenaline was already coursing through him.

Adam immediately grabs a clean roll of disinfectant gauze and starts patching up John, despite his injured hands, and he does a pretty decent job... Definitely could be better, but it should be enough to stop the bleeding... If at worst, slow it down somewhat ^^" but then Adam pulls something else out, he pulls out a small bottle with a yellowish-purple color to it, and he said hes it around, making sure the two mix, he seems to be getting ready to clean up that roll of disinfectant gauze he put on the ground while trying to pass it to john for a later use

#rp blog #sinner grace #yeowch!

He was so close to him now. John was terrified, even as he was being actively assisted... but when the liquid was pulled out, all he saw was a flash of purple.

His eyes went wide. That stuff had to be related to her.

Fear overtook him, and he scrambled backwards as it was held out towards him. He did NOT want that stuff to touch him.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

He was even struggling to drink.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he twitched at the feeling, but, realizing the pain was quickly fading, sat up and took the container with shaky hands, carefully drinking the smoothie, wondering when he'd throw it back up.

-[ okay, at least that was helping! ]

-[ see, they were being useful. They could figure out how to help this guy. ]

I’m glad that worked for you, hheh! For some reason I was kinda worried it wouldn’t but anyway-

so, uh,.. feeling a bit better-? I’ll have to find something to work as a bandage for your side, but this should help.

"y-yeah." Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up. "s' pretty good stuff. thanks... what is it?"

He was still a bit out of it (he was in a new place, and a person he'd never seen before was helping him for some reason) but at least he was still immortal here...

it’s a smoothie! I uhh.. don’t exactly quite know what’s in it, to be honest. They show up sometimes around the hotel.

-[they were glad he was feeling well enough to chat with them now, at least. ]

oh, by the way- my name’s Tourist! Well, not really, but it’s what I came up with since I uhh.. yeah, anyway! Yours?

#rp blog #sinner grace #doors tourist

"eh. it heals me, doesn't taste like death, and I haven't thrown it up yet..."

He shuddered, but brushed off the thought of how ancient that stuff could've been.

"...my name? oh... um..." He thought for a moment. "...John. I think."

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

He was even struggling to drink.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he twitched at the feeling, but, realizing the pain was quickly fading, sat up and took the container with shaky hands, carefully drinking the smoothie, wondering when he'd throw it back up.

-[ okay, at least that was helping! ]

-[ see, they were being useful. They could figure out how to help this guy. ]

I’m glad that worked for you, hheh! For some reason I was kinda worried it wouldn’t but anyway-

so, uh,.. feeling a bit better-? I’ll have to find something to work as a bandage for your side, but this should help.

#rp blog #sinner grace #doors tourist

"y-yeah." Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up. "s' pretty good stuff. thanks... what is it?"

He was still a bit out of it (he was in a new place, and a person he'd never seen before was helping him for some reason) but at least he was still immortal here...

A sinner is just kinda... Hanging out in the lobby, they're chilling on a bench with the soul set on, maybe you should go talk to them? They don't seem to have anything better to do...

- @adam-sinner-grace

[Hello! Hope ya don't mind me tossing my sinner to ya, go ahead and bother him however you want :P]

He'd just managed to escape from Grace, mostly unscathed this time save for the usual dull pain in his side.

...he cautiously approached them, but stopped a fair distance away.

They were taller than him. Much taller.

Adam looks at John, before taking off his soul set, he gets up off the bench and lowers himself down to eye level with john

He was quivering in fear (or in pain? One couldn't say which) as Adam cast a shadow over him. He reminded him too much of her.

A petrified squeak escaped him.

Adam takes out a roll of disinfectant gauze and passes it to John, unsure if he's injured or if its fear, knowing some of the horrors of the maze... and he'd rather help another sinner (are you ok?) Adam signs to John, he doesnt exactly have a mouth to speak with after all, so he tries his best to not scare the sinner, also taking out the soulset, which is playing Clair de lune, one of Adam's comfort songs when he just wants to chill without any emotional weight in it (here, you can borrow my soulset and listen to whatever song ya want. just think of it and it'll play it in the soulset) :] Adam continues looks at John, before reaching into his bag and pulling out a simple piece of food that's been stored in a ziplock bag, but adam's hand has a few small cuts, he wasn't exactly careful reaching into his bag ^^"

He was frozen.

Until he tried stepping backwards... which caused him to fall over, HARD.

He had never been allowed any chances to escape if he fell, so he sat there, waiting for pain, not understanding the strange hand movements the other was making.

Adam slowly moves towards John, helping him up and dusting off his robes, Adam knew his jacket wasn't exactly "holy" by any standards, especially compared to something like John's robes, but he didn't mind, his main priority right now is making sure John is ok, and seeing how he can help John (jeez, you alright? I don't wanna be rude and start attempting to check without your permission ^^")

#rp blog #sinner grace #yeowch!#cw blood #cw injury

...oh. His robes were a bit wet on one side.

He hadn't realized it yet, but an old wound of his had opened up again. He was too busy keeping his eyes trained on the other sinner to feel any amount of pain; adrenaline was already coursing through him.

A sinner is just kinda... Hanging out in the lobby, they're chilling on a bench with the soul set on, maybe you should go talk to them? They don't seem to have anything better to do...

- @adam-sinner-grace

[Hello! Hope ya don't mind me tossing my sinner to ya, go ahead and bother him however you want :P]

He'd just managed to escape from Grace, mostly unscathed this time save for the usual dull pain in his side.

...he cautiously approached them, but stopped a fair distance away.

They were taller than him. Much taller.

Adam looks at John, before taking off his soul set, he gets up off the bench and lowers himself down to eye level with john

He was quivering in fear (or in pain? One couldn't say which) as Adam cast a shadow over him. He reminded him too much of her.

A petrified squeak escaped him.

Adam takes out a roll of disinfectant gauze and passes it to John, unsure if he's injured or if its fear, knowing some of the horrors of the maze... and he'd rather help another sinner (are you ok?) Adam signs to John, he doesnt exactly have a mouth to speak with after all, so he tries his best to not scare the sinner, also taking out the soulset, which is playing Clair de lune, one of Adam's comfort songs when he just wants to chill without any emotional weight in it (here, you can borrow my soulset and listen to whatever song ya want. just think of it and it'll play it in the soulset) :] Adam continues looks at John, before reaching into his bag and pulling out a simple piece of food that's been stored in a ziplock bag, but adam's hand has a few small cuts, he wasn't exactly careful reaching into his bag ^^"

#rp blog #sinner grace #yeowch!#[you're fine! i read through your blog intro lol]

He was frozen.

Until he tried stepping backwards... which caused him to fall over, HARD.

He had never been allowed any chances to escape if he fell, so he sat there, waiting for pain, not understanding the strange hand movements the other was making.

A sinner is just kinda... Hanging out in the lobby, they're chilling on a bench with the soul set on, maybe you should go talk to them? They don't seem to have anything better to do...

- @adam-sinner-grace

[Hello! Hope ya don't mind me tossing my sinner to ya, go ahead and bother him however you want :P]

He'd just managed to escape from Grace, mostly unscathed this time save for the usual dull pain in his side.

...he cautiously approached them, but stopped a fair distance away.

They were taller than him. Much taller.

Adam looks at John, before taking off his soul set, he gets up off the bench and lowers himself down to eye level with john

#rp blog #sinner grace #[he is TERRIFIED of anyone visibly taller than him.]

He was quivering in fear (or in pain? One couldn't say which) as Adam cast a shadow over him. He reminded him too much of her.

A petrified squeak escaped him.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

#rp blog #sinner grace #doors tourist #yeowch!#but that doesn’t have to apply to sinner if you want #<- [it won't nourish him but it will heal him]

He was even struggling to drink.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he twitched at the feeling, but, realizing the pain was quickly fading, sat up and took the container with shaky hands, carefully drinking the smoothie, wondering when he'd throw it back up.

A sinner is just kinda... Hanging out in the lobby, they're chilling on a bench with the soul set on, maybe you should go talk to them? They don't seem to have anything better to do...

- @adam-sinner-grace

[Hello! Hope ya don't mind me tossing my sinner to ya, go ahead and bother him however you want :P]

He'd just managed to escape from Grace, mostly unscathed this time save for the usual dull pain in his side.

...he cautiously approached them, but stopped a fair distance away.

They were taller than him. Much taller.

#sinnerspeaks

throws worryingly sharp brick for no reason

Pain anon

"WATCH WHERE YOU THROW THAT!"

[He managed to duck out of the way just before the brick would hit him.]

#sinnerspeaks

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

#rp blog #sinner grace #doors tourist #yeowch!#cw blood #cw implied vomit (?)#[forgot to mention. he's malnourished cuz he can't keep food down]

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

#rp blog #sinner grace #doors tourist #yeowch!#cw blood #cw descriptions of gore #[holy shit! that's a paragraph! oops 🤭]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

#rp blog #sinner grace #doors tourist #yeowch!#cw blood #cw vomit (?)

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

#rp blog #sinner grace #doors tourist #yeowch!#cw blood #cw torture

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]