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'."

Comments

B!

[nosentimentalist]

"What you just said is like magic to my ears."

He looks up from the notes he's been writing down over the last few days, smirking. No, really- if there was anything that could get him away from his work, it was the promise of causing trouble.

Picking up a dictionary next to him, he slips the notes in for safekeeping, before turning to her with a wide grin.

"When do we start?"

[subtleserenity]

"Magic to the ears?" She raises a brow. "Think you mean 'music' there, Specs, 'less your magic sounds different from mine." It's a belated moment later that she realizes that he may very well have some kind of sonic magic. Vinyl has with his ability to call forth music from the air around him. Regardless, that still falls in the realm of hearing, and she's just teasing him, anyway.

"Figure we'll start tomorrow mornin'. Lookin' to round up more'n two for the thing. You actually tried openin' any of the doors in that hall?"

[nosentimentalist]

"Music, magic. Same difference." He says, looking bemused at the honest mistake. It was probably due to the fact that he'd be thinking about how magic would even work in this place. There was that Fairest servant who remembered taking a test to become a mage...but he won't focus on that for now. There are more exciting things at hand.

"Actually, no, I haven't. Doesn't mean I won't start trying now, though. And sounds good by me. I'm guessing the hall will be the meeting place?"

C

[fuzzyduck]

The Dog Girl's suspicious posture relaxes as the stranger states what she wants. Noticing it, she's reminded of the fact that she really, really needs to stop snapping at every face she does not immediately recognise, and maybe start helping. As she's being offered the chance to do.

"Yeah, I'm up for that."

[subtleserenity]

Brimstone inclines her head in thanks. "You got any skills good for searchin' or lock-pickin'?" The girl doesn't look particularly well-formed for attempting to brute-force her way through a locked door.

"Name's Brimstone, by the by? You got somethin' you're called, yet?"

[fuzzyduck]

Brute force is a field the girl excels in, in the sense that her strength could, in many cases, surpass the need to do any lock-picking whatsoever. Actual picking of locks, though? Not so much, she thinks. "I got a good sense of smell, if ya think that might help. Or, hell, I could just tackle doors open."

She grumbles. 'Tongues' isn't a name she's fond of, and she certainly hopes that girl from the lake won't take to calling her 'Whatever'.

"Nnnah. Nice to meet ya though."

C

[chromaticscale]

The fish girl listens, interested, and when the request is finish, she doesn't hesitate a beat to nod her head eagerly. Her lowered voice is, as always, at odds with her excitement and earnestness, but her eyes speak volumes enough to make up for it.

"Yes! I would love to help! But I don't know what information I have that you might want."

[subtleserenity]

Brimstone can't help cocking her head a bit quizzically at the softness of the girl's tone. She'd have thought someone living underwater might have more need for a voice that carried. Still, it's nothing annoying, and the fish girl's face is expressive enough.

"If you found anything might be useful for gettin' at them doors, mostly." She raises a hand, palm up in a half-shrug. "Or anything else you might've seen wanderin'." She tries to think of something more specific. "Notes from the Keeper, folk or loot to avoid for the trouble they cause." She's thinking very specifically of a certain tiger and a few certain potions.

[chromaticscale]

"The doors?" Well, there was that potion that burned through things, but that's all gone now. No use in mentioning. "I don't know about the doors, or anything about notes. But I did see something weird when I was trying to find the roof!"

B

[virulentvexation]

A hydra head peers over the edge of the dining table. The other two stop eating to listen.

"The doors, now?" she says, not at all a question but a greeting in return. "Have you found keys?"

[subtleserenity]

Brimstone shakes her head. "Only keys I managed to find were for a set of those cuffs in the Keeper's bedside table." She rolls her eyes. The search hadn't been her best effort, admittedly. The thoughts of the bullet that she and Angel had found in the box from the secret chamber in the Hearth Room had weighed on her mind. It still does as the bullet's held close, tucked away in its silver cloth, which she's placed in one of the pockets of the crude belt Huo had made her.

"Don't suppose you been lucky enough to find any in passin'?"

B

[wingedapostle]

"That's a much better kind of trouble, I think," she says, a faint smile on her face. She'd rather not be involved with shooting the house up ever again, especially considering the emotional consequences it's had. "But yes, I would love to help. Do we have any tools, any keys?" Even with keys, it's going to be a challenge. There are a lot of doors in the Grand Hall.

[subtleserenity]

"Much better," Brimstone agrees. She meets Angel's gaze easily enough, but she's feeling guilty after having acted so callously toward the girl after her breakdown. A bird is not a rifle or a soldier. She can't expect everyone to take to killing so easily. It's better if they don't, in fact.

"Can't say I found much to help with the door," she admits. "Only keys the Keeper's got in his room are for those... toys he keeps." There's disdain in her voice, though that's more directed at the living toys kept in that room, the twins with the mocking smiles. She's only just gotten away from them and can't shake their slimy natures off yet. That reminds her, though.

"Did run into some folk who had a look at those notes the Keeper left in that room we found, though." Her face falls to something grim. "They think the Keeper might've been experimentin' on that girl with the green blood. Pullin' her soul apart."

C!

[justbeclaws]

"I'd be pawsitively delighted!" she says, pushing one last couch back into place. Some of the redecoration she made over the last few days was unnecessary to say the least. She's not scared of the other people, not really. What frightens her still are the things she doesn't know.

"I'm afrraid I don't know anything purrrrticularrly useful yet," she adds.

[subtleserenity]

The woman's curious way of talking and her horns catch Brimstone's attention more than her ability to offer information. "Willin' hands is more'n enough for now. And there might be somethin'..." Lights had said horns are common where he's from. "You remember if those are natural to you?" She points toward the horns. "Got a friend with a pair."

C

[planted_blade]

"I'm interested."

The sword stood straight and proud when Brimstone approached despite her short stature. The sword had spent the last few days exploring the basic areas of the manor in an attempt to find what the perimeter of this place was.

Yet as sure as she is of her skills, she can't even begin to work on the Grand Hall alone. She is just one person, even if she knows she could put up a fight. Who knew what laid beyond those doors.

"I cannot protect those here if I do not know much about this place. Unfortunately, I do not know much myself as of yet. I'm sorry."

[subtleserenity]

The urge to protect, defend is one Brimstone well appreciates. She recognizes the other woman for a fellow weapon, even if it isn't the kind that Brimstone herself is. How many blades did the Keeper have? Did her simply leave them to collect dust when he grew tired of their shine? The thought angers her, but there isn't a need for that, nor will righteous indignation do anything more than frustrate her unduly.

"Bein' willin' to help's fine enough for trade. Figure anyone would lends a hand'll know what we find sooner than some of the others. You wake up recently?"

A

[hourglassfigure]

She doesn't react with anything like the kind of terror she displayed the last time they spoke. Although she's still a little wary, it's not enough to keep her from smiling, like she's amused – albeit maybe a little embarrassed, too.

"Well, as long as you're not going to try to shoot me again..."

[subtleserenity]

"Didn't do much good tryin' in the first place," she says with a rueful smile. "Mighty fine talent you got, though. Don't imagine it was anything more'n paranoid ramblin', but you didn't find your hourglass with that clock or music box?"

A

[grotesqueobserver]

Brimstone will find the statue in the lounge, apparently doing his best to undo at least some of the damage he's caused over the last few days. The aftermath of the past few days seems to have hit him hard. He seems listless as he works, his shoulders slumped and his ears drooping, his eyes more interested in the floor than what's going on around him.

He seems to perk up when he hears her approach, as if eager for the distraction, but his expression turns uncertain and nervous when he recognizes her. He's quick to recognize her gesture of peace though, and relaxes even more at her apology. "It's all right," he says, offering a wan smile. "I wasn't exactly civil either, when we met. I think those things did a number on both of us."

He offers a hand to shake. "Glad to meet you under better circumstances." His smile turns sheepish. "I um...don't actually have a name," he admits.

[subtleserenity]

She's relieved by his easy forgiveness. The statue's one she recalls noticing now, skulking about the Great Hall. If anyone is familiar with the doors and which definitely do not or do open, it might be him. "Glad Mason got caught up in it, same as the rest of us, at least," she offers. "Nice to know we got some way of causin' him some trouble that don't involve burnin' the house down."

It's still embarrassing to think she'd really suggested that. She knew fire was a good way to hurt Mason after the talk with Jian, but it's still a poor choice of weapon for lack of control over it. "If you ain't got a name yet, how'd you like to earn one? Lookin' for folk to help see if we can get any of those doors in the hall open. You ain't seen anyone get into one, have you?"

c

[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."

A...? apologies for the lateness!

[knightwinged]

The Grand Hall is as good a place as any for a conversation. Open, anyway, should he require room to maneuver, even if the raven does look to be in a hurry (there's no firebrand, either physical or spirit, in sight).

But he pauses and lands to hear the gun out nonetheless, albeit with a wary manner. Lady knows his own behaviour wasn't unaffected when the flowers were active. If nothing else, he can at least appreciate her businesslike attitude and the way she cuts straight to the chase.

"Won't be necessary," he says curtly, soon as she's done. "Reparations, that is. Past's past. Doubt many of us were quite ourselves then, so we can leave those events as is and move on to more relevant matters." Starting blank slate isn't quite forgiveness, but it's close enough.

He flickers human and crosses his arms under his cloak, shadows seeming to cling to them. "You say you're gathering allies? What for?"

No worries!

[subtleserenity]

With as much hostility as she'd harbored toward the raven, he'd been one of the harder ones to approach. Still, for all the trouble and suspicion, they'd managed to work together, even if it had come to nothing. "A search," she replies. Business is easy enough to focus on to avoid any unpleasant awkwardness.

She motions to the room around them, doors in seemingly every direction. "Not under any threat this time. Got some folk interested in seein' where these doors go, or if we can open any of 'em. You got an inclination that way, we could use your help."