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homofon[A - Library (Mid-day)]
[He'd killed someone. He couldn't quite grasp why, but there was blood, and his sword had gone through the guy's stomach, and he was dead.
And then he's awake. Or back to reality, whichever it was...he didn't feel like he'd actually been asleep, but he was alone, lying on his back, surrounded by books instead of blood and dead people. Or person, whatever. There might've been more, but the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. Maybe he wasn't supposed to remember.
Maybe he also isn't supposed to be sleeping on a bookshelf, since he shifts and ends up on the floor in a cloud of dust a second later. Then again, books aren't really supposed to have arms and legs either.]
Owww...dammit, that hurt...!
[B - Anywhere (Mid-day to Evening)]
[Once he gets his bearings, he'll be wandering through the house to get an idea of what to expect from it, picking anything he can get his hands on up to check it out. He's never been out and about like this--not that he's had any reason to, he's been perfectly content to hang around wherever he's been placed before--but this is sort of exciting in a strange way.]
[C - Dining Hall (Evening)]
Ugh, how am I supposed to get up there?
[He knows there's food up there; he can see it. Some of it, anyway, but the fact still stands that the food is up there and he's down on the floor.
Climbing the leg of the table proves to be pointless, as he can't get a proper handhold. Maybe if he tries one of the chairs...]
[OoC: I'm more used to action tags, but I can do prose if you'd prefer!]
[He'd killed someone. He couldn't quite grasp why, but there was blood, and his sword had gone through the guy's stomach, and he was dead.
And then he's awake. Or back to reality, whichever it was...he didn't feel like he'd actually been asleep, but he was alone, lying on his back, surrounded by books instead of blood and dead people. Or person, whatever. There might've been more, but the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. Maybe he wasn't supposed to remember.
Maybe he also isn't supposed to be sleeping on a bookshelf, since he shifts and ends up on the floor in a cloud of dust a second later. Then again, books aren't really supposed to have arms and legs either.]
Owww...dammit, that hurt...!
[B - Anywhere (Mid-day to Evening)]
[Once he gets his bearings, he'll be wandering through the house to get an idea of what to expect from it, picking anything he can get his hands on up to check it out. He's never been out and about like this--not that he's had any reason to, he's been perfectly content to hang around wherever he's been placed before--but this is sort of exciting in a strange way.]
[C - Dining Hall (Evening)]
Ugh, how am I supposed to get up there?
[He knows there's food up there; he can see it. Some of it, anyway, but the fact still stands that the food is up there and he's down on the floor.
Climbing the leg of the table proves to be pointless, as he can't get a proper handhold. Maybe if he tries one of the chairs...]
[OoC: I'm more used to action tags, but I can do prose if you'd prefer!]
