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maskormenacelogs2019-10-04 06:32 pm
darkov) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-10-04 06:32 pm
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teen brain intensifies
WHO: Marty, Cass
WHERE: MF4
WHEN: October, some random 4am
WHAT: gremlin does a sneaky but rolls a 3
WARNINGS: naw
[this isn't the first time Martin's crept out in the late hours of the night, and it probably won't be the last. to say he's gotten bolder isn't entirely wrong, but...boldness isn't really a word suited for someone as meek as him.
rather, he thinks there's good reason to do this: for one thing, no matter how safe and secure his family may be right now, he's still a Darkov. there's unpleasant tendencies bred into him -- things which he doesn't deem suitable around them. especially not with how badly he'd miscast in Cass' care. his filthy business has made the back lawn patchy and unpleasant (but pleasantly devoid of vermin!), and with the cooler temperatures, he's begun to venture out to find better places to conjure. quieter places, more secluded...
it's easier at night. fewer people and dogs outside (the raccoons are a problem, though). the low light suits his eyes, though the glare of street lights can be a strain after a while.
still, there's parts of Maurtia Falls he's found in his careful expansion of his familiar wanderings that are darker and even more vacant. whoever cares for the lawn at one of the middle schools, for example, is going to start being very vexed by the way parts of it seem irreparably damaged.
in any case, getting out is one thing...slinking back home quietly without stirring those asleep is another. everything seems louder and more intrusive at night, especially keying back into the front door and trying to slip through without having to open it all the way.
once he's inside, though, and the door clicks shut...he can exhale and let himself be content. another safe return.]
WHERE: MF4
WHEN: October, some random 4am
WHAT: gremlin does a sneaky but rolls a 3
WARNINGS: naw
[this isn't the first time Martin's crept out in the late hours of the night, and it probably won't be the last. to say he's gotten bolder isn't entirely wrong, but...boldness isn't really a word suited for someone as meek as him.
rather, he thinks there's good reason to do this: for one thing, no matter how safe and secure his family may be right now, he's still a Darkov. there's unpleasant tendencies bred into him -- things which he doesn't deem suitable around them. especially not with how badly he'd miscast in Cass' care. his filthy business has made the back lawn patchy and unpleasant (but pleasantly devoid of vermin!), and with the cooler temperatures, he's begun to venture out to find better places to conjure. quieter places, more secluded...
it's easier at night. fewer people and dogs outside (the raccoons are a problem, though). the low light suits his eyes, though the glare of street lights can be a strain after a while.
still, there's parts of Maurtia Falls he's found in his careful expansion of his familiar wanderings that are darker and even more vacant. whoever cares for the lawn at one of the middle schools, for example, is going to start being very vexed by the way parts of it seem irreparably damaged.
in any case, getting out is one thing...slinking back home quietly without stirring those asleep is another. everything seems louder and more intrusive at night, especially keying back into the front door and trying to slip through without having to open it all the way.
once he's inside, though, and the door clicks shut...he can exhale and let himself be content. another safe return.]
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[ Well, one can hope that doesn't wake Rex and Andy, but it was pretty loud. Cassandra, after a period of relative peace, has been sleeping badly for the last week or so. She knows it's stress. Something about Riptide being gone for so long is disturbing her more than she expected. He's always come back, and now-
Well. She knows what's happened, she's pretty sure. But there's been a feeling of loneliness to it, being the only person here from her world, losing friends.
So she'd forced herself out of bed five minutes ago and wandered downstairs, half-awake, making coffee on impulse. She'd just assumed Martin was in bed, if he wasn't watching late-night television. ]
Wh- I- [ She's trying to catch her breath. ] Why were you outside?
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his eyes widen, reflecting the light from the kitchen as he finally focuses on the source, his heart still in his throat for a few seconds afterward. he needs a moment to gulp it back down before he can say anything.]
Ss...ss-sorry! I'msorry...!