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thechanged2013-10-06 09:41 pm
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Don't Take Your Guns to Town | Day 15 - All Day | Multiple Places | Open
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'."
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'."
THANK YOU, SABER. You are the only one who's called her out.
"Fuckin' annoyin'," she says, immitating the searchlight's slang.
Because it's funny to me. :3
"What's 'fuckin'?"
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or this thread would turn really awkward really fast, but the swearing? Well, she did know what that was, too. Given she had no idea what those words mean, she can give a solid answer to the question."No. Not that I can recall." Which admittedly isn't much.
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"Don't mean nothin' by it 'gainst you," she says with a shrug. "Flowers caused more'n a little trouble for me. Ain't much happy with 'em. Stay awake long enough you might have a few plants after you. Had a bunch of vines put everyone to sleep a week ago."
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Considering her position had originally been at the doors to the gardens, had she been meant to keep the plants in there? It made sense now that she was hearing most of the troubles people had involved the garden.
Perhaps she should just return to her post and take a vigil there to keep people from being hurt by the gardens in the future.
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"He meant to stop us movin' with the vines, but I don't think he's got much to do with the flowers. They left him a gigglin' mess, too."
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"He only asked if I were new. I assume he meant newly awoken as I know I have been here for a while. Though I do not understand why he would be angry at us for waking in the first place."
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"Part of the reason I'm lookin' into the doors. Good place to hide somethin' you don't want someone gettin' at's behind a locked door." She suspects something a little more discrete would be the best place, but she'll work with what she can for the moment. Their last foray into odd places left her with a very unsettling memory.
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The sword was a sword meant to protect people. Even while awake that's what she wants to do. So why would the Keeper want them to be asleep and compliant when most, she assumes, would be happy with the roles they were meant for?
....Give a few weeks and some more memories. That line of thought will likely change completely.
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"Because folks who remember they weren't always what the Keeper wanted 'em to be are trouble," the rifle replies, voice quiet, but still steady as she gazes at the sword. "I remembered my home not long ago - my real home. And it wasn't here. Other folk have, too."
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This is the first she has heard of this part. No one has mentioned it before to her and the sword had never thought of before she was a sword. Even that one memory she has had reminded her of her purpose and yet....
"All of us?" Had she been one of those men in the gleaming armor and not a sword at one of their sides?
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Had she been one of the people making that pledge? She certainly remembered pledging it. Yet it had been a dream, something she could not remember all the details of such as what those men looked like beyond their armor or even the room they had been in.
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"No, I have not. It did not seem too important until now." Now that she knows she might have a past before this.
The sword reaches for Brimstone's hand and gives it a firm and solid shake.
"But it is a pleasure to meet you, Brimstone."
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And if they change, well, there's someone like Wordsworth to consider. She can think of them however they like.
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If she remembered more in time. The sword--Sapphire--has no idea if she ever will.
"Thank you. I will be honored to use it."
Seems like a good place to wrap up!