Don't Take Your Guns to Town | Day 15 - All Day | Multiple Places | Open

[subtleserenity]

It's time to do something constructive. All she's done for the past few days is destroy. Furniture, tapestries, books... the record player. Everywhere she looks, there is the sign of an unchecked rage. These might be people, and she'd helped to kill them before they even woke in the vain hope that it would somehow undermine Mason. A chair is not a house. And the people she'd threatened, yelled at, frightened, they hadn't deserved any of that either. Time to make amends.

Trinity had mentioned searching in the Grand Hall where the doors went on seemingly forever. Angel had thought perhaps they could check for a study. After learning about those notes the twins had gone through, and finding the burning bullet they need to know more. Much more than might be contained in just the secret Hearth Room. It will likely require more searchers than the last round... and hopefully it would not lead to more memories of being the Keeper's rifle. However useful that had been, it made remembering who she should be all the harder.

Scenario A (For those whom Brimstone menaced or otherwise wronged during the flowers plot)
There are those who need an apology before they can be enlisted. She knows they're likely to be frightened of her or angry. Or both. When she sights one of them, she approaches with caution. Her gun is secure in her holster and she has no intention of removing it as she holds her hands up in a placating gesture. She's not very good with apologies, but she tries.

"Those flowers turned my head somethin' powerful. Didn't mean none of the things I said to you. Name's Brimstone. If there's somethin' I can do to make it right between us, go on and tell me. More interested in allies than enemies, place like this."

Scenario B (For current allies and non-enemy acquaintances)
Then there are those who have not been wronged, or at least not so horribly as others. They are allies or acquaintances she's acquired in dreams and in the waking world. For these she attempts a bit of humor. It might smooth over her own rough edges after been sheered to something raw and wild with those flowers.

"Lookin' to cause trouble that don't involve shootin' the house up. You interested in helpin'? Got a notion at least some of those doors in the Great Hall open if you keep at it long enough."

Scenario C (For those Brimstone has not yet met or might consider enemies)
A beggar can't be a chooser, and there are at least hundreds of doors in the Grand Hall, if not thousands. Brimstone knows the only sensible option is to approach others in the house. There are new faces she's been passing in the halls, seen wandering the Library. There's a chance they may be interested in helping and simply asking the first time had proven there were more than a handful of folk interested in doing something constructive.

She approaches them with a thought that some of them might have come across keys or other helpful items in their scavenging of the house. "Lookin' to trade information and favors if you got a minute to spare. Keeper's got enough secrets in this house to have us lookin' a lifetime or two, but I reckon folks been findin' bits and pieces enough to start askin' the right questions. Few of us mean to find the answers if you're interested in helpin'."

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[heirred]

Cool Kid, just gives her a weird look, having yet to be approached in such a professional manner, especially when he's just sitting on one of the couches in the lounge zoning out. He looks up to her, curiosity piqued.

"What kind of help do you need?"

[subtleserenity]

She's drawn to the young man because of his horns. Four points, like Lights. That would appear to be where the similarities between the two ended, though, unless this one's darkened eyes are blind, too. Perhaps he uses shadows to see? Brimstone wouldn't discount the possibility.

"The searchin' kind at the moment. Group of us are lookin' to check as many of the doors in that hall with the staircase as we can. You got any skills that might make that easier, that'd be nice, but willin' hands work, too."

[heirred]

He furrows his eyebrows, thinking things over. The doors in the hallway were intriguing. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been wondering what was on the other side. After a few moments of quiet though he asks, "The wood in doors is already dead, right?"

[subtleserenity]

That... is certainly a question. An odd one. Brimstone can't help looking at the young man, askance. "Dead as the doornails stuck in 'em, I reckon." It dawns on her that he might be concerned. Her brow furrows. "Don't think any of 'em is people. Thought most of the things attached were part of Mason." Though she could be wrong.

[heirred]

He thinks about that a little longer, before just nodding, looking oddly serious. Odd because usually he never looks serious about anything.

"Okay then. I can help. I can try to rot the wood or something, I've done it before."

[subtleserenity]

Brimstone doesn't think much on the expression considering she doesn't know him yet. "That's an interestin' talent," she says. "You got a name, by the by, Shadow Man?"

[heirred]

He smiles, moving the goggles hidden in his mess of hair down over his eyes.

"Just call me Cool Kid."

[subtleserenity]

That brings a brief smile to her face. Well, why the hell not? They haven't got names they remember, so might as well go for something memorable when naming yourself. "Name's Brimstone. We'll be meetin' in the Grand Hall tomorrow mornin'. You're welcome to bring along anyone looks to be interested in helpin'.

"More hands mean less work for each of us."

[heirred]

"Fuck yeah, there has to be a metric asston of bulgestuffed doors in that room." He says, smiling even wider, kind of bouncing on his toes.

"Did you invite Fishy Lady?"

[subtleserenity]

Brimstone thinks she might understand a little of the sword woman's confusion over swearing now. She can recognize Cool Kid's use of them, but they sound foreign, strange. And a little similar to what Lights uses. She answers his expression and question with a nod.

"You mean Aria? Met up with her a couple of hours ago. Said she found some kinda ledge might lead to the roof. You one of the folk who was helpin' her out with that?"