@ Mr. Darcy
@ leon draisaitl.
Are you interested on picking this up and working on it again?
@ leon draisaitl.
Are you interested on picking this up and working on it again?
July 22nd, 2018 at 12:34am
Does this still stand???
- Audrey T:
- @ exploding boy.
@ Mr. Darcy
I think Lady.V., champion., and I are the last folks standing. So these are the characters left:If the killer isn't on this list, can you let me know? ('Cause we'll have to pick a new killer.)
- Mariaxielle ''Rogue'' Hartsong
- Rollin "RJ" West
- Marina Austin
- Abigail Peston
- Alex
- Mabuz
- Tahmoh
- Camus
Abby settled in her office, looking for the notebook she'd labeled with Rollin's name. With the front still untouched, she flipped the book over, opening it up to the pages in the back, where she'd keep her research. Spread around her desk were the books she collected from the library, and as she read, she jotted down what she hoped would be useful information.
The full moon thing was a crock; Rollin had shifted last night while the moon was just a sickle-shape among the stars. As far as Abby could tell, he struggled with control despite the moon's cycle or the time of day. From what she'd heard last night, the transformation sounded both quick and painful (she was sure the snapping she had heard were that of bones, not twigs like she'd originally thought). And though she hadn't seen it, she guessed his wolf form was very large - as evidenced by the shreds of fabric left behind the night before and the lack of clothing upon his return.
By her count, most of the information in her books either contradicted each other or what she'd witnessed with Rollin herself. Even the sources she considered most credible - handwritten collections gathered by well-respected cryptozoologists, supernaturalists, folklorist, occultists, grimms, and even the saner mystics - seemed to only offer limited verifiable information. Perhaps when things were steadier around the Home, she could work on updating some of the texts.
Scribbling down a couple more notes, Abby checked her watched before looking up at the door. It had been a little while since she left Tahmoh with Rogue and Marina, and an even longer while since Rollin left the kitchen with Aita. She wondered if he'd show up to his session soon, or at all.
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Hackles still raised from his encounter with Lana, still hungry and too riled up, Rollin made his way to Abby's office. He stood at her door, taking deep breaths to get himself back under control.
Get it together! he chastised himself.
He rested his forehead and pressed his palms flat against the door to steady himself. He took another deep breath, letting her scent fill him up before exhaling slowly. He could do this. It was just one small therapy session and she was just a human; a simple woman who meant him no harm. In fact, if he was to believe her, she meant to help him. Probably he should take all the help he could get, if last night's transformation was any indication.
Yes, he would get himself together. Hopefully, Abby would know how.
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There was a soft knock and then Abby's office door opened to reveal Rollin. Even freshly showered, hair damp, and newly clothed, he looked worn out. Apparently running around all night in wolf form took a lot out of him.
"Is it okay if I...?" Rollin stood in the doorway, looking around the room.
Abby quickly stood, sweeping her arm towards the chair opposite hers. "Of course. Come in. Have a seat."
Do you want to continue from there or should we start over?