#c;patrick

[musecastle]

"I made contact with something ancient. Something from beyond the stars." From just behind his eyes, Patrick let his consciousness creep forward, searching for any intruders who might overhear a conversation not meant for them. "It wants to help."

[timefornonsense]

One of many things learned through these: Patrick hates when other people suffer the negative consequences of his own actions. If it's happening too much, especially with mortals aligned with him in both his 'earthbound' and cosmic form, he may well consider ending his experiment in mortality; it isn't helping the way he had hoped. Feeling isolated or having trouble understanding humanity -- especially if he thinks it's something he should understand, but his mental state doesn't allow for it -- exacerbates this as well.

But even "Wraith" Patrick will hide important information from allies (for example, that the reason he's talking to them in a different corporeal form than usual, or no corporeal form at all, is that he fell into a deep pit or got trapped in a cave-in and had to abandon his body) if he decides a solution is not worth the risk to them, or even that he doesn't want them wasting limited resources on rescuing someone who won't die regardless.

He got himself into this mess; it's up to him to find a way out.

[xhellxboundx]

On a horse with no name||Closed

@xevilisntbornitscreatedx​(cont.)

This was the only group of them that hid in the desert.

Patrick was with them this time, because now they had a prisoner. Generally he stayed in the cities surrounding the shit hole of a town putting people in place. You had to hit them where it hurt, their money and their family, a person didn’t simply kidnap a Mobster’s child and get away with it. That was his he made that. 

Murphy, the Irish twin was hog tied being dragged by one of their horses. They weren’t going fast, only a walking pace, but he’s long since stopped cursing. they’d have been a little more polite but he killed three of their own before he went down. 

It took a few hours but finally they made their way to a modest camp with several armed men. 

“Oy, Mad Dog, we got somethin’ fer our guest,” one of the men said as Murphy was unceremoniously dumped into the middle of a circular rock wall they made by stacking up rocks, it looked like they’d been making it for several days. Clearly this was planned. Murphy heard the rattling before he saw them drop the Rattle snake in the make shift pit with him. He froze, his heart in his throat. The snake tried to strike at the person who’d tossed it in there, but it settled down, eyeing Murphy warily. 

“Go get a few more, in case he gets lonely,” Patrick smirked. 

“I’m gonna like watchin’ ya die,” Murphy said lowly. 

By the time they finished Murphy was in a literal snake pit and he’d fell silent as to not disturb them. A piece of plywood was placed over top surrounding him in darkness. It was crueler than they knew. His mind kept dragging him back to the Asylum, but he had to stay focused on the now because if he forgot and started screaming he’d be bitten by the snakes. 

[allexplodejustthesame]

“Everyone thinks we must hate people who ‘break the laws of nature’.  And yeah, some of us might, but I think nature can handle a few resurrections just fine, you know?  I don’t care if someone’s raising the dead.  I care if the dead were forced back to life, or if they start eating the neighbors.  Or if there’s ritual sacrifice.  We’ll get to those souls eventually; there’s no point in killing people before their time.”  

[musecastle]

He was right: there was a tiny plant growing near the ceiling. How had it gotten inside? He couldn’t see any cracks in the wall. There had to be a water source, too. Beyond the stars, a dozen eyes swiveled to investigate, and Patrick's curiosity flared into fascination.

While staring and contemplating horticulture, Patrick missed a step and tumbled right over the edge of the balcony, falling right at the feet of some poor soul on the ground floor. He sat up and turned to face them, split lip oozing a trickle of blood.

“Ground tasted like copper,” he said, wiping the blood away from his mouth with a teasing grin. Then, knowing he’d only narrowly avoided a dangerous collision, “are you okay?”

[musecastle]

Like for a starter from Patrick!

[musecastle]

If Patrick's ever in a situation where he's already present in his usual corporeal form, and he feels the need to resurrect someone despite it being obvious and in front of perceptive witnesses, he may not be too subtle about drawing a little of his own blood. Should he think his odds of hiding his involvement altogether are poor, he'll consider it best if he can lead people to think he's just calling in help.

[musecastle]

Wishlist 12/21/2025

If nothing is interfering with his abilities, Patrick is able to pretty much immediately locate missing persons and will know whether they're alive and well, sick, dying, or already dead. He can also speak with the dead (although nothing prevents them from lying) and get a firsthand perspective from most murder victims. I'd love for him to team up with someone who can look at the solution and whatever hodge-podge of evidence it's safe to tell the world they gathered, and present a believable denouement, while essentially working in reverse.