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poly_chromatic2013-04-27 01:18 pm
signatures) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-04-27 01:18 pm
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[ ACTION / CAMERA FEED FROM PRISON YARD ]
[ Well.
Prison isn't exactly a place Eames thought he'd wind up in, in this fair city of theirs. There was that one close call with the overenthusiastic self defense, but that'd ended up in an ankle bracelet and time out spent at home - definitely not locked up in a prison with a bunch of the undead serving as guards. Not exactly Eames' cup of tea, what with a general aversion to the ghoulish - and if all the ghouls are working their ways up the ranks, here, might be that a certain Cobb-faced zombie happens to be one of the populace.
So.
Eames is less than enthused.
It seems the City does still know how to deal with the occasional consequence or six - it would figure; no boat ride has ever been good news here, thus far for him.
For the day, during the recreational period between lunch and dinner, Eames sits himself out in the courtyard - not working out, not really socializing, but definitely eyeing some of the ghouls up. ]
So the deities' solution to the wandering undead within the City is to let them run a prison instead?
[ The question is, though -
can these ghouls run fast enough to catch up, if he made a break for it?
Can he run and/or swim fast enough? ]
Prison isn't exactly a place Eames thought he'd wind up in, in this fair city of theirs. There was that one close call with the overenthusiastic self defense, but that'd ended up in an ankle bracelet and time out spent at home - definitely not locked up in a prison with a bunch of the undead serving as guards. Not exactly Eames' cup of tea, what with a general aversion to the ghoulish - and if all the ghouls are working their ways up the ranks, here, might be that a certain Cobb-faced zombie happens to be one of the populace.
So.
Eames is less than enthused.
It seems the City does still know how to deal with the occasional consequence or six - it would figure; no boat ride has ever been good news here, thus far for him.
For the day, during the recreational period between lunch and dinner, Eames sits himself out in the courtyard - not working out, not really socializing, but definitely eyeing some of the ghouls up. ]
So the deities' solution to the wandering undead within the City is to let them run a prison instead?
[ The question is, though -
can these ghouls run fast enough to catch up, if he made a break for it?
Can he run and/or swim fast enough? ]
[Action]
[An off-colour, morbid little joke, but what do you expect from the man carrying a ghost around, really?]
[Action]
And also his ghost?? Vaguely?? Chandelier looking thing? ]
Are you keeping with the theme?
[Action]
Perhaps, but my Chandela has more rationality than all of the guards put together, I am sure.
I am Nobori, it would have been nice to meet under better circumstances. [He bows in greeting. The odd chandelier-ghost also leans forward in an approximation of a bow.] Shaaandela!
[Action]
My Chandela.
It's a mixture between mildly endearing and intensely offputting - especially that it talks. Eames offers a little bow because he's not too sure how else to deal with the current situation, and mirroring is sometimes the best form of buying time.
Eames isn't speechless often - talking chandeliers seem to do it. ]
Mister Nobori, and... Chandela, then. I'm Eames. Seems most of my relationships are forged while under dire duress, so I wouldn't worry too much for it.
Might I ask- what, exactly, is your friend here?
[ Friend?
Pet?? ]
[Action]
Consider the adage about bonds forged under fire.
Chandela is a Ghost Type Pokemon. [Well, that answers one question while raising two more.]
[Action]
Eames' brows shoot up. ]
You might have to start from the beginning, if you've never told anyone the story about your world before.
[ Gesturing to the friend. ]
At least about the pokemon.