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tushanshu_logs2014-09-15 11:33 am
skeletonenigma) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-09-15 11:33 am
OPEN | BUT WITH STIPULATIONS | CATCH-ALL
Characters: Many and various and YOU, but with specific starters involving: Skulduggery Pleasant skeletonenigma, Anton Shudder gistful, and Evandau.
Date: All throughout September. The thread with Anton occurs within the first few days of September, and the thread with Evandau happens sometime after that, but within the first week.
Location: All throughout Keeliai, theoretically, BUT Skulduggery will be actively avoiding public places.
Situation: Skulduggery's been infected by the cultists' poison, and since he's already prone to flashes of anger and violent urges, he's... staying in as often as possible. He's also taking steps to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid by talking to Anton, and then promptly going and doing something stupid by talking to Evandau.
Warnings/Rating: Anger. Lots and lots of anger. The thread with Evandau has a possibility of resulting in serious injury, but that has yet to be determined. Thread with Anton will have major book 6 spoilers.
[OOC Note: Because of the poison, Skulduggery's not going to be out and about, but he will respond to messages and visits and whatnot. If your character wouldn't be the type to contact him on their own and you want shenanigans to occur, PM me or ping me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
Amaraq and we can work something out!]
A: Anton
Within the first twenty-four hours of being poisoned outside the Hotel, Skulduggery already knew something was wrong. He hadn't noticed it at first, possibly because he was already so accustomed to the feeling. But when even his usual dry brand of humour didn't help assuage any of the constant irritation he was feeling, he knew something was up. And when he had a nightmare - a nightmare - during his meditation, a nightmare which somehow managed to inflame his wounds despite the complete lack of skin, Skulduggery knew he had to do something.
So he went to Anton's Hotel.
Any misgivings he used to have were gone, replaced by anger. Any fear he might have had that he would lose one of the few friends he would care about losing had vanished, replaced by absolute certainty of the loss happening regardless and brutal practicality in the consequences. It was only because of Anton's reaction, in fact, that Skulduggery was considering doing this at all. Part of him didn't care if he lost control anymore.
He walked in without a disguise and looked around, movements precise and deceptively calm. There were no longer throngs of waiting, overheated Kedan he had to worry about. That was good.
B: Evandau
Interrogating Evandau over what happened at the Hotel would normally have been at the very top of Skulduggery's list of things to do, but after all of the events of the last week, he'd managed to convince himself to wait. The problem was that every last scrap of patience he had was wearing thin, and when he could no longer justify the wait to himself, Skulduggery went to the police station. He walked quickly and purposefully through the streets until he was at the door, and didn't bother to knock before going in. The false face he was wearing looked grim, but the eyes - usually vaguely unfocused - were clear and intent.
C: Wild card!
[Visits, messages, or attempts to contact Skulduggery will all be answered. Replies to anything involving the console might not happen right away, but Skulduggery won't leave anything waiting longer than a day.]
skeletonenigma, Anton Shudder gistful, and Evandau.Date: All throughout September. The thread with Anton occurs within the first few days of September, and the thread with Evandau happens sometime after that, but within the first week.
Location: All throughout Keeliai, theoretically, BUT Skulduggery will be actively avoiding public places.
Situation: Skulduggery's been infected by the cultists' poison, and since he's already prone to flashes of anger and violent urges, he's... staying in as often as possible. He's also taking steps to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid by talking to Anton, and then promptly going and doing something stupid by talking to Evandau.
Warnings/Rating: Anger. Lots and lots of anger. The thread with Evandau has a possibility of resulting in serious injury, but that has yet to be determined. Thread with Anton will have major book 6 spoilers.
[OOC Note: Because of the poison, Skulduggery's not going to be out and about, but he will respond to messages and visits and whatnot. If your character wouldn't be the type to contact him on their own and you want shenanigans to occur, PM me or ping me at
A: Anton
Within the first twenty-four hours of being poisoned outside the Hotel, Skulduggery already knew something was wrong. He hadn't noticed it at first, possibly because he was already so accustomed to the feeling. But when even his usual dry brand of humour didn't help assuage any of the constant irritation he was feeling, he knew something was up. And when he had a nightmare - a nightmare - during his meditation, a nightmare which somehow managed to inflame his wounds despite the complete lack of skin, Skulduggery knew he had to do something.
So he went to Anton's Hotel.
Any misgivings he used to have were gone, replaced by anger. Any fear he might have had that he would lose one of the few friends he would care about losing had vanished, replaced by absolute certainty of the loss happening regardless and brutal practicality in the consequences. It was only because of Anton's reaction, in fact, that Skulduggery was considering doing this at all. Part of him didn't care if he lost control anymore.
He walked in without a disguise and looked around, movements precise and deceptively calm. There were no longer throngs of waiting, overheated Kedan he had to worry about. That was good.
B: Evandau
Interrogating Evandau over what happened at the Hotel would normally have been at the very top of Skulduggery's list of things to do, but after all of the events of the last week, he'd managed to convince himself to wait. The problem was that every last scrap of patience he had was wearing thin, and when he could no longer justify the wait to himself, Skulduggery went to the police station. He walked quickly and purposefully through the streets until he was at the door, and didn't bother to knock before going in. The false face he was wearing looked grim, but the eyes - usually vaguely unfocused - were clear and intent.
C: Wild card!
[Visits, messages, or attempts to contact Skulduggery will all be answered. Replies to anything involving the console might not happen right away, but Skulduggery won't leave anything waiting longer than a day.]