[ how kind of her to bring suppies — even when she always does. it's kind of her to share them rather, to which he shakes his head at. ]
Oh, no. I'm well. They aren't however.
[ they as in the creatures that roam around in the darkness of the wilds, ready to pounce for prey. fortunately he isn't and will never be — unless it's guilt that consumes him again, but he doesn't even think about it while wendy is in his presence.
she is a wonderful distraction after all. even wiuth certain revelations. ]
[ "No funny business" — that's, in a way, how their casual relationship starts. right? how he's someone that she should report. someone who shouldn't be here, and yet they've already become intimate since then. that is why, with a shake of his head yet again, he takes the thermos and opens it. the scent is — ]
— Oolong tea. Haven't had this in a while, or any really. Thank you.
[ it's not lady grey, but he appreciates a large variety of tea in the world. hell, he has stock of many flavors back home. it's why he tips it and takes a few sips from her peace offering. ]
... and it's good as well. [ anything is good when one hasn't had a specific version of it in a while. off to a great start; he hands the thermos back to wendy as an offer for her to drink as well. ] I must confess, the story about your pet still disturbs me.
[Wendy knows a million ways to kill a person (or at the very least incapacitate them). Plenty of said methods untraceable until it’s far too late for them to recover. He’ll know that - once she spills the rest of her guts. And he’ll probably hate her even more for it. That’s what this whole talk is bound to be like isn’t it? The ugliest kind of show & tell session where she leaves herself in the most vulnerable of states.]
‘Course. I found some at the office so - I figured I should bring it. [They don’t get paid. They’re just allowed to live, excluded from the trials and the never-ending repetitive cycle of horrors found there. Sometimes they are rewarded with other things - simple things like tea.]
Good. I’m glad. [A slight smile as she takes the thermos back and takes her own sip. See - not poisoned. Otherwise she wouldn’t. The indirect kiss is also nice, but that’s a shy little personal thought for herself and herself only.]
I was just a kid. Kids do weird shit. I thought… it was sick, and I was only trying to figure out how to make it better. [A pause.] Can I sit? [She gestures to the log he’s currently sitting on with her free hand.] Or we can move. Find someplace comfier. I’m sure there’s a spot around here somewhere.
Of course. I might have seen something nearby, but that I can't promise.
[ wherever they may be... there has to be something comfortable for them to rest on. a place of solace and discussion for the two of them. while they haven't found it yet however: he continues the conversation. ]
There should be a house. A cabin? I think. Maybe… [She makes a small huffing sound, looking in one direction - then the other. It’s hard to see much through the trees. But he’s right - there has to be something. It’s just tricky when realms are no longer occupied. Makes it harder to keep track.
She doesn’t crowd him, especially since she’s not sure what he’s thinking or feeling at the moment. But she sticks close enough to his side as they walk and she begins the terrible talk. Thermos still in hand, she keeps it between them for sharing.]
I didn’t want it to die. I thought it was like operating on a person or something - you cut it open, you take something out, you stitch it back up. [She finds herself staring down at her shoes.] I was totally wrong. Didn’t know any better.
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[ "I didn't want it to die." ... a noble choice, but the way her first word choice is "curious" in their texts has him release a soft hum of contemplation. despite the troubling thoughts in his mind swarming around, august makes sure to keep watch of their surroundings as they walk. there will be no harming either of them and that he will make sure of.
at least she knows she was wrong. ]
Couldn't have taken it to the vet? Unless you already have...
[Both can be true. Wendy was curious, and she didn’t want it to die. She cried when the little creature was taken away from her and she was punished - but only because she didn’t succeed at what she’d set out to do. Nothing more, nothing less.]
We did. I just - didn’t want to listen. Felt like I could fix the situation myself. [A shrug of her shoulders. She lifts the Thermos to take a sip as she walks. Then she clears her throat.]
I’m a pretty stubborn person. If you couldn’t pick up on that already. [See - a joke. Deflecting with self-deprecating humor.] I’m still working on that.
[If he’s cautious of their surroundings - she isn’t. Despite the area being long abandoned, she doesn’t seem the least bit worried. It’s quiet. They’re alone. There’s something rather calming about walking through the half-dead trees and crunching the leaves beneath. The trail they’re on seems rather faded, like no one’s been through in a while and the elements have almost covered it up entirely. She’s grateful for the tea - there seems to be a bit of a chill in the air.]
Since Day one, actually. Difficult to forget out first meeting in this place.
[ the way their first meeting ends rather interesting. how he learns her wants and needs and more. the taste of vanilla that he remembers with some fondness despite their current conversation. will it become just a memory now should things go south? he hopes not.
as if he had any luck — no. he always had to make his own. just like now when he's trapped in a strange world and he has to make due with his skills. gods... the thought of not being able to return home makes him reach out for the thermos next and take a drink himself. ]
I never asked this before, but what did you do back home? Before the unfortunate event.
[Flirting? At a time like this? Sure. What else is there? She needs to bring some levity. Get on his good side. Her nerves are shot otherwise.
There’s a sheepish little smile, a bow of her head as she tries hiding how pink her cheeks are at the mere thought of their first meeting. Several meetings since. So much fondness for him and what they’ve done together. Get a grip, Wendy Lin.
Their fingers brush when he grabs for the thermos and she lets the touch linger for a bit before relinquishing the tea to him. He can have as much as he likes.]
Oh - uh. [How does she explain it? Shit.] It’s… basically… more of the same? Um…
[From the beginning? In the simplest of terms? What a fucking nightmare this is. Massively intelligent and can’t even string together some sentences - that’s her. She tries not to show how panicked she is. There’s lots and lots of awkward silence.]
Okay. [Big sigh. Big mood. Here we go.] So… where I’m from - it’s Earth, by the way, but I’m positive it’s a different one - the survival of the planet depended on… pleasing gods. [She starts wringing her hands while she walks and talks, not sure how to channel the negative energy. She has to do something.] Not many people knew about them or even believed they existed. But that was my job. I helped push off the apocalypse. A lot. We ran rituals. Followed the rules. Sacrificed people. Five lives in exchange for billions a few times a year. We weren’t the only Facility doing it. There was a network.
[There’s more. Much more. But that was a lot to start with. So she quiets.]
[ so gods truly exist where she's from. the survival of the plant — her mere existence is on the shoulders of those who work in this facility she mentions. it's part of her job to get people killed so that the rest of the world continues to live in peace and she lives with it... how familiar it sounds when august remembers what she says and does in for her line of work here in the fog.
this is different from the games he's played. in the past it's a tournament, in the future there's no fear of death. this is a blood ritual to appease. in one point of view she's protecting the earth, but in the other she's a murderer.
august takes a drink from the thermos. ]
So nothing's changed at this point. Only the location and the style of rituals you do.
[ he shrugs it off before but now that he knows that she's done this before changes certain things in his mind. now, he doesn't forget that she wants to leave too. ]
How did you end up with such work? Reminds me of a cult, that.
R-Right. [A slight nod.] Yeah… That was more ritualistic sacrifice. This is just… a never-ending game with no real winner once you think about it. More like a constant food supply. [For who? She doesn’t mention. Just leaves it at that.]
I uh - [Why is talking about this so difficult??] I guess I was more… involved… at my last job. We had to make sure the subjects did what we needed them to. [She looks at him. Then feels utterly guilty.] I drugged people.
[Yay.
Although just talking about it makes her chest tighten and her heart feel like it’s going to explode, she does it. She mentions the barest of minimums. And in turn feels the slightest wave of relief wash over her once she does.]
I was young and I was stupid. [A soft chuckle.] The internship seemed so appealing when I was working on my degrees, you know? Everything was going to be paid if I finished the program.
[ "I drugged people." — the problems only grow and grow the more he listens to what she has to say. though it can't be helped when he understands that being young and stupid can lead to certain tragedies. like kit siang... but that was an accident. this is intentional despite the desperation. ]
And you couldn't leave after it was done? [ wait. ] Do you regret what you've done?
[ he doesn't forget when she says "constant food supply" — to who? ]
[Wendy wants a sip of tea because her throat feels so dry all of a sudden, but she doesn’t dare touch the thermos. Might accidentally brush against him, and he probably doesn’t want the contact right now. She feels a bit… weird staying so close to him. But the forest is dark and less-traveled and there’s no telling what could be lurking. She keeps her hands to herself, wraps her arms around her middle to occupy them.]
We couldn’t even if we wanted to. Wasn’t exactly a job you could walk away from. [A pause.] High turnover though. [Connect the dots…]
I don’t regret it - mostly. It was work that had to be done. Someone had to do it. And being responsible for the fate of humanity… It’s a lot. Important. [A person gets used to it after a while. But she doesn’t say that out loud.]
[ as a man who's grown up knowing a thing or two about shady business deals, he connects the dots rather easily as he lets out a silent ah. she couldn't leave even if she wanted to then... a terrible fate when one ends up in a cult, he presumes. now, part of him is proud that she makes sure the world is safe. the other part of him is terribly concerned on what she's done in the first place — and how she doesn't regret it. is he part of the plan too?
before he could say anything else, cold rain splatters on his head as it makes itself known to the two from its light beginning to its heavier middle point. a storm? immediately he tightens the thermos shut. ]
Come here. [ without hearing her yes or no however, august opens up his jacket and pulls her into it. no time to remove the auto loader when they need to find shelter now. ] I'll get back to you on that, but let's look for someplace dry for now.
[ where the hell are they in the first place? what august doesn't know is that he's headed in the right direction. ]
[Saved by the rain! At least - for a little while. He’s the attentive type. They’ll be back on the subject soon enough, much to her dismay.
He’s pulling her close and tucking her into his jacket, and she nearly stumbles from the surprise action. She falls into his side, warmth coming to her cheeks.] It’s okay you don’t have to- [Her words trail off to inaudible mumbles, shoulders hunching as she tries making herself small.]
Um - just keep heading along the trail. There’s bound to be something. [If map designs are good for anything it’s similarities.]
[ shoving the thermos into one of his larger coat pockets, august uses his now free hand and holds onto wendy's arm. a storm in a forest means a chance to be swept away if it gets too strong. doesn't help that he begins to hear the howling of wolves... the danger rises so long as they stay here, and lowers so long as they follow the path that she mentions. it's something. better than endless walks through the fog and ending up in a whole new realm.
he'll pull one of his guns out when his senses say the wolves are too close. for now, however, they persist through the cold rain and harsh winds. he almost thinks he should just carry the woman in his arms until he sees light up ahead.
a mansion with an open gate... once they pass it, he locks the gate so wild animals have no chance going inside. it's when they reach the porch that he tries opening the door, but it's locked. the jacket is removed from wendy's person.
with one mighty kick, august slams the doors open like thunder before he ushers her inside. ]
Bloody hell, haven't dealt with rain like that since I was still back home.
[ august runs a hand through his hair, squeezing water out of it. what follows is him shaking his hands and then trying to shake the rest off his coat. ]
[It’s really coming down - and fast. She keeps hunching over, shivering in no time. The rain’s so cold, soaking her to the bone wherever it can manage despite his coat covering up most of her.
She ends up clinging to his side as they run down the path, squinting in the downpour. No wolves as far as she can tell, but it’s difficult to hear above the blustery wind whipping through the trees that surround them.
She isn’t quite sure where they end up - just that it’s warm and dry inside. The door kick isn’t missed by her - how could it be? It’s so impressive. Like everything else about him.]
I knew I was right. [She’s always right. And now she’s beyond chilled. They weren’t out there very long but - ugh. Wendy’s the type of woman who gets cold easily. She lets out a sneeze - it’s small and sounds like a mouse more than anything else.
How embarrassing.]
All of these places have a guaranteed main building. You might not know what’s there exactly, but you’ll have an idea of what to look for. It’s really coming down out there… [She pulls her hair down, looping her tie around a wrist while she rambles. Then she’s wringing the water out the best she can, leaving her hair a bit on the wavy side as she lets it dry.
Forget about the fact that her shirt is nearly see-through thanks to the thorough soaking it received. Just don’t even notice it (impossible).]
A "guaranteed main building" ... interesting floor planning you have with these. Makes visiting these places more reliable I suppose.
[ it's the sneeze — she squeaks like a mouse — that finalizes his decision as he creates a fist with his right hand. from there, with a flick of his wrist, the sounds of metal and switches click as steam leaves the vents on his wrists. august rests it on the ground, removes his coat — hundreds of thousands of credits are now ruined due to water damage probably — flexes it so that most of the water is gone, and immediately moves to wrap it over wendy's cold form.
his cheeks warm up upon the sight of her which makes him cough for the briefest moment. be a gentleman, brinkman. ]
With a mansion like this I assume there should be some kind of fireplace... [ august pulls the coat together so that she can be bundled up. keep her from being sicker. ] We'll dry off at the first one we see.
[ now, because he can't help himself, august moves part of her messy hair to the side with the tip of his fingers before heading to the left door on the ground floor. it leads to what looks like a dining room and the sound of crackling wood. august doesn't know about the pool and smear of blood in front of the fireplace, and that it leads to the door beside it. ]
Mm. Keeping things as uniform as possible really helps in a pinch. [She's distracted by wringing her hair and shirt out - how is there so much excess water what the hell - doesn't realize there's a coat being draped over her shoulders. She stiffens up, bites back a noise of surprise, but chuckles softly with relief once she makes the connection.] Thank you. [She smiles at him, pulling the coat even tighter around herself once he makes sure she's nice and snug. So warm. Much better.]
I hope so.
[His fingers brush through her hair, and her gaze shifts upward to silently watch him. Nothing but smiles from her. She can't help it either.
She keeps close to him, only a few steps behind, taking in their surroundings along the way. Trying to rack her brain for anything she might know about this place. It seems familiar? But not entirely. Think, think. It must've been abandoned for a reason.]
[ despite their previous conversations, he's still appreciative of good cheer. the small smile he brings out isn't seen unless wendy decides to focus on his face entirely as he begins his walk towards the fireplace — all that's brought out of him is a soft heh. better for them, better to get wendy warm, and better as a start to get their footing in this new realm. it's certainly an old fashioned mansion — a place he would like if there was better technology to suit him, his money, and his massive armory. not to mention certain hidden compartments he custom requested.
by the time they reach the fireplace however, august stretches one hand out with his palm facing wendy; stop. ]
Wait a moment... [ he says as he leans down towards a puddle of red, and then towards the side door where red stains are. ] Even without touching it one can tell it's fresh blood.
[ back on his feet, he turns towards wendy as he pulls out the lady grey. ]
Hm? [She straightens up, grip tightening on the coat. She stops in her tracks, not daring to take another step.] We’re not?
[…Okay so maybe she wants to take a closer look. So she does approach specifically after being told not to. But she’s curious (as always) and is slow and careful about her steps (also as always). He has his gun out it’s totally fine. Nothing to worry about, right? There’s no one else here - at least close enough to notice. The storm is loud outside. That doesn’t help matters much.]
[ he nods to confirm that yes, someone else is here. if there's blood then it's a sign of danger to the both of them — august is going to keep her safe despite her scientific curiosity not heeding his words. hopefully it does later. ]
Stay here and let me handle what's behind the door.
[ an order as he heads towards the mystery. the door is unlocked and he finds himself in a quiet hallway, but he follows the trail to wet sounds and the crunching of... something. the results of his find, however, ends with a hail of bullets that wendy can't see unless she's there. a minute later he returns: still clean, and reloading his smg. ]
Found out what it is. [ the sound of his gun makes two clicks. ] Bloody zombies... so everyone fictional is simply reality here.
[Wendy stays put this time, her nerves getting the better of her. She’s not a fighter. Doesn’t know the first thing about it. More of a run-and-hider engaging only when extremely necessary.
She flinches when the first wave of gunfire pierces through the otherwise rather calm atmosphere of the place. He’s capable. It’s fine. But she’s still visibly relieved once he comes back.]
Of course zombies are real. What made you think they aren’t? [She’s so matter-of-fact about it. Miss Know-It-All. Get with the program, August.]
You destroyed the brain, right? [An amused little smile.] Or else we still have company.
More of I haven't encountered them yet. Felt like I was reading a book again. [ he lets his smg rest over his shoulder before he answers her second question. ] The brain, its muscles, and its bones. Shouldn't be able to get back on its feet anytime soon. Unless these particular ones come back even after being decimated... I know you're under a different department, but would you be able to recognize it if you see it?
[ and hope to god it doesn't regenerate. he has the bullets, but it would be nice if it stayed down. ]
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Oh, no. I'm well. They aren't however.
[ they as in the creatures that roam around in the darkness of the wilds, ready to pounce for prey. fortunately he isn't and will never be — unless it's guilt that consumes him again, but he doesn't even think about it while wendy is in his presence.
she is a wonderful distraction after all. even wiuth certain revelations. ]
I'd like to talk about our last discussion.
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Ah - there it is. Just as expected. She kinda freezes up a little at first, but nods her head.]
Sure. I was hoping we could. [A grimace.] Isn’t exactly the kind of thing you can talk about over texts…
[She takes a step closer, holds out the thermos for him to take.] Brought you some tea. No funny business. I’ll drink some too if you aren’t sure.
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— Oolong tea. Haven't had this in a while, or any really. Thank you.
[ it's not lady grey, but he appreciates a large variety of tea in the world. hell, he has stock of many flavors back home. it's why he tips it and takes a few sips from her peace offering. ]
... and it's good as well. [ anything is good when one hasn't had a specific version of it in a while. off to a great start; he hands the thermos back to wendy as an offer for her to drink as well. ] I must confess, the story about your pet still disturbs me.
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‘Course. I found some at the office so - I figured I should bring it. [They don’t get paid. They’re just allowed to live, excluded from the trials and the never-ending repetitive cycle of horrors found there. Sometimes they are rewarded with other things - simple things like tea.]
Good. I’m glad. [A slight smile as she takes the thermos back and takes her own sip. See - not poisoned. Otherwise she wouldn’t. The indirect kiss is also nice, but that’s a shy little personal thought for herself and herself only.]
I was just a kid. Kids do weird shit. I thought… it was sick, and I was only trying to figure out how to make it better. [A pause.] Can I sit? [She gestures to the log he’s currently sitting on with her free hand.] Or we can move. Find someplace comfier. I’m sure there’s a spot around here somewhere.
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[ wherever they may be... there has to be something comfortable for them to rest on. a place of solace and discussion for the two of them. while they haven't found it yet however: he continues the conversation. ]
What is it that you tried to make better with it?
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She doesn’t crowd him, especially since she’s not sure what he’s thinking or feeling at the moment. But she sticks close enough to his side as they walk and she begins the terrible talk. Thermos still in hand, she keeps it between them for sharing.]
I didn’t want it to die. I thought it was like operating on a person or something - you cut it open, you take something out, you stitch it back up. [She finds herself staring down at her shoes.] I was totally wrong. Didn’t know any better.
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at least she knows she was wrong. ]
Couldn't have taken it to the vet? Unless you already have...
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We did. I just - didn’t want to listen. Felt like I could fix the situation myself. [A shrug of her shoulders. She lifts the Thermos to take a sip as she walks. Then she clears her throat.]
I’m a pretty stubborn person. If you couldn’t pick up on that already. [See - a joke. Deflecting with self-deprecating humor.] I’m still working on that.
[If he’s cautious of their surroundings - she isn’t. Despite the area being long abandoned, she doesn’t seem the least bit worried. It’s quiet. They’re alone. There’s something rather calming about walking through the half-dead trees and crunching the leaves beneath. The trail they’re on seems rather faded, like no one’s been through in a while and the elements have almost covered it up entirely. She’s grateful for the tea - there seems to be a bit of a chill in the air.]
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[ the way their first meeting ends rather interesting. how he learns her wants and needs and more. the taste of vanilla that he remembers with some fondness despite their current conversation. will it become just a memory now should things go south? he hopes not.
as if he had any luck — no. he always had to make his own. just like now when he's trapped in a strange world and he has to make due with his skills. gods... the thought of not being able to return home makes him reach out for the thermos next and take a drink himself. ]
I never asked this before, but what did you do back home? Before the unfortunate event.
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[Flirting? At a time like this? Sure. What else is there? She needs to bring some levity. Get on his good side. Her nerves are shot otherwise.
There’s a sheepish little smile, a bow of her head as she tries hiding how pink her cheeks are at the mere thought of their first meeting. Several meetings since. So much fondness for him and what they’ve done together. Get a grip, Wendy Lin.
Their fingers brush when he grabs for the thermos and she lets the touch linger for a bit before relinquishing the tea to him. He can have as much as he likes.]
Oh - uh. [How does she explain it? Shit.] It’s… basically… more of the same? Um…
[From the beginning? In the simplest of terms? What a fucking nightmare this is. Massively intelligent and can’t even string together some sentences - that’s her. She tries not to show how panicked she is. There’s lots and lots of awkward silence.]
Okay. [Big sigh. Big mood. Here we go.] So… where I’m from - it’s Earth, by the way, but I’m positive it’s a different one - the survival of the planet depended on… pleasing gods. [She starts wringing her hands while she walks and talks, not sure how to channel the negative energy. She has to do something.] Not many people knew about them or even believed they existed. But that was my job. I helped push off the apocalypse. A lot. We ran rituals. Followed the rules. Sacrificed people. Five lives in exchange for billions a few times a year. We weren’t the only Facility doing it. There was a network.
[There’s more. Much more. But that was a lot to start with. So she quiets.]
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this is different from the games he's played. in the past it's a tournament, in the future there's no fear of death. this is a blood ritual to appease. in one point of view she's protecting the earth, but in the other she's a murderer.
august takes a drink from the thermos. ]
So nothing's changed at this point. Only the location and the style of rituals you do.
[ he shrugs it off before but now that he knows that she's done this before changes certain things in his mind. now, he doesn't forget that she wants to leave too. ]
How did you end up with such work? Reminds me of a cult, that.
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I uh - [Why is talking about this so difficult??] I guess I was more… involved… at my last job. We had to make sure the subjects did what we needed them to. [She looks at him. Then feels utterly guilty.] I drugged people.
[Yay.
Although just talking about it makes her chest tighten and her heart feel like it’s going to explode, she does it. She mentions the barest of minimums. And in turn feels the slightest wave of relief wash over her once she does.]
I was young and I was stupid. [A soft chuckle.] The internship seemed so appealing when I was working on my degrees, you know? Everything was going to be paid if I finished the program.
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And you couldn't leave after it was done? [ wait. ] Do you regret what you've done?
[ he doesn't forget when she says "constant food supply" — to who? ]
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We couldn’t even if we wanted to. Wasn’t exactly a job you could walk away from. [A pause.] High turnover though. [Connect the dots…]
I don’t regret it - mostly. It was work that had to be done. Someone had to do it. And being responsible for the fate of humanity… It’s a lot. Important. [A person gets used to it after a while. But she doesn’t say that out loud.]
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before he could say anything else, cold rain splatters on his head as it makes itself known to the two from its light beginning to its heavier middle point. a storm? immediately he tightens the thermos shut. ]
Come here. [ without hearing her yes or no however, august opens up his jacket and pulls her into it. no time to remove the auto loader when they need to find shelter now. ] I'll get back to you on that, but let's look for someplace dry for now.
[ where the hell are they in the first place? what august doesn't know is that he's headed in the right direction. ]
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He’s pulling her close and tucking her into his jacket, and she nearly stumbles from the surprise action. She falls into his side, warmth coming to her cheeks.] It’s okay you don’t have to- [Her words trail off to inaudible mumbles, shoulders hunching as she tries making herself small.]
Um - just keep heading along the trail. There’s bound to be something. [If map designs are good for anything it’s similarities.]
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he'll pull one of his guns out when his senses say the wolves are too close. for now, however, they persist through the cold rain and harsh winds. he almost thinks he should just carry the woman in his arms until he sees light up ahead.
a mansion with an open gate... once they pass it, he locks the gate so wild animals have no chance going inside. it's when they reach the porch that he tries opening the door, but it's locked. the jacket is removed from wendy's person.
with one mighty kick, august slams the doors open like thunder before he ushers her inside. ]
Bloody hell, haven't dealt with rain like that since I was still back home.
[ august runs a hand through his hair, squeezing water out of it. what follows is him shaking his hands and then trying to shake the rest off his coat. ]
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She ends up clinging to his side as they run down the path, squinting in the downpour. No wolves as far as she can tell, but it’s difficult to hear above the blustery wind whipping through the trees that surround them.
She isn’t quite sure where they end up - just that it’s warm and dry inside. The door kick isn’t missed by her - how could it be? It’s so impressive. Like everything else about him.]
I knew I was right. [She’s always right. And now she’s beyond chilled. They weren’t out there very long but - ugh. Wendy’s the type of woman who gets cold easily. She lets out a sneeze - it’s small and sounds like a mouse more than anything else.
How embarrassing.]
All of these places have a guaranteed main building. You might not know what’s there exactly, but you’ll have an idea of what to look for. It’s really coming down out there… [She pulls her hair down, looping her tie around a wrist while she rambles. Then she’s wringing the water out the best she can, leaving her hair a bit on the wavy side as she lets it dry.
Forget about the fact that her shirt is nearly see-through thanks to the thorough soaking it received. Just don’t even notice it (impossible).]
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[ it's the sneeze — she squeaks like a mouse — that finalizes his decision as he creates a fist with his right hand. from there, with a flick of his wrist, the sounds of metal and switches click as steam leaves the vents on his wrists. august rests it on the ground, removes his coat — hundreds of thousands of credits are now ruined due to water damage probably — flexes it so that most of the water is gone, and immediately moves to wrap it over wendy's cold form.
his cheeks warm up upon the sight of her which makes him cough for the briefest moment. be a gentleman, brinkman. ]
With a mansion like this I assume there should be some kind of fireplace... [ august pulls the coat together so that she can be bundled up. keep her from being sicker. ] We'll dry off at the first one we see.
[ now, because he can't help himself, august moves part of her messy hair to the side with the tip of his fingers before heading to the left door on the ground floor. it leads to what looks like a dining room and the sound of crackling wood. august doesn't know about the pool and smear of blood in front of the fireplace, and that it leads to the door beside it. ]
Ah, lucky us. There's one up ahead.
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I hope so.
[His fingers brush through her hair, and her gaze shifts upward to silently watch him. Nothing but smiles from her. She can't help it either.
She keeps close to him, only a few steps behind, taking in their surroundings along the way. Trying to rack her brain for anything she might know about this place. It seems familiar? But not entirely. Think, think. It must've been abandoned for a reason.]
You're good at this. A true professional.
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by the time they reach the fireplace however, august stretches one hand out with his palm facing wendy; stop. ]
Wait a moment... [ he says as he leans down towards a puddle of red, and then towards the side door where red stains are. ] Even without touching it one can tell it's fresh blood.
[ back on his feet, he turns towards wendy as he pulls out the lady grey. ]
We're not alone.
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[…Okay so maybe she wants to take a closer look. So she does approach specifically after being told not to. But she’s curious (as always) and is slow and careful about her steps (also as always). He has his gun out it’s totally fine. Nothing to worry about, right? There’s no one else here - at least close enough to notice. The storm is loud outside. That doesn’t help matters much.]
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Stay here and let me handle what's behind the door.
[ an order as he heads towards the mystery. the door is unlocked and he finds himself in a quiet hallway, but he follows the trail to wet sounds and the crunching of... something. the results of his find, however, ends with a hail of bullets that wendy can't see unless she's there. a minute later he returns: still clean, and reloading his smg. ]
Found out what it is. [ the sound of his gun makes two clicks. ] Bloody zombies... so everyone fictional is simply reality here.
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She flinches when the first wave of gunfire pierces through the otherwise rather calm atmosphere of the place. He’s capable. It’s fine. But she’s still visibly relieved once he comes back.]
Of course zombies are real. What made you think they aren’t? [She’s so matter-of-fact about it. Miss Know-It-All. Get with the program, August.]
You destroyed the brain, right? [An amused little smile.] Or else we still have company.
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[ and hope to god it doesn't regenerate. he has the bullets, but it would be nice if it stayed down. ]
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warning lower the volume
what if i don’t tho
but ur ears??
no :)
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supposed to sleep now but
u sneak
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