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dualislogs2020-05-12 02:59 pm
albatrossomen) wrote in dualislogs2020-05-12 02:59 pm
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The life and times of ascent and fall
WHO: Murmur, Tim, and OTA!
WHAT: People are still showing up for some reason I guess
WHERE: Dorms, city library
WHEN: whatever time now is
WARNINGS: Dunno yet
At the dorms, Closed to Tim;
To wake up in a strange place should be cause for alarm for anyone. To "wake up" at all is additional cause for alarm for Murmur. That wasn't to say he didn't know what sleep was, of course he did, nor that he never did it. It just wasn't a typical behavior of his. Much less having it happen without his willful knowledge. So, to awake feeling sluggish and groggy, in a surrounding wholly unfamiliar in a position wholly unfamiliar were all compounding reasons to awake with a start. The sudden motion sending... something he wasn't yet able to yet identify tumbling to the floor. For the moment he left it, unconcerned about the strange device that had lit up brightly in response to its tumble. No, he had far too much to be concerned about to add anything so unfamiliar to the mix.
Instinctively his awareness reached out, seeking what information and answers may come through uncomfortably dulled senses. Nothing particularly enlightening was forthcoming. While his senses were working they were significantly dulled compared to what he was accustomed to, though the answer as to why that was was at least not too elusive. A mortal vessel. Then again, he didn't think it should be this bad... or this full of static. Something was amiss.
Of course those questions would have to wait. For it would appear his strange predicament also involved the presence of a mortal. Something highly out of the ordinary in Murmur's experience. He expected demons, maybe other angels, not... a mortal. How unusual.
Don't mind the weirdo in strange robes just kinda staring at you, Tim, he doesn't really know what to say in a situation like this after waking up in a brief panic of where the fuck am I.
In search of knowledge, OTA;
Not one to wait for answers to find him Murmur soon set off from the dormitories in search of what he hoped might shed some more light on the strange situation he found himself in. Sure, he could have gone looking for less conspicuous clothing first but that was hardly the most pressing issue right now. No, he needed some clues as to how he'd come to be captured here and completely unable to leave. Jeans weren't going to give him an edge against an enemy powerful enough to keep him locked down like this, there had to be answers.
Off to hunt down the library. Even though he doubted there would be anything remaining that could clue him into the nature of his captor much less a method of escape, it was worth searching for any clues that might have been overlooked by a less careful eye. And since the city was ominously empty he'd find it much easier to simply help himself to pouring over anything and everything he found within for the faintest hint of answers.
At this juncture even the slightest information would be more useful than what he had now.
Now the question is who was going to put all the books back after he was done going through them all?
WHAT: People are still showing up for some reason I guess
WHERE: Dorms, city library
WHEN: whatever time now is
WARNINGS: Dunno yet
At the dorms, Closed to Tim;
To wake up in a strange place should be cause for alarm for anyone. To "wake up" at all is additional cause for alarm for Murmur. That wasn't to say he didn't know what sleep was, of course he did, nor that he never did it. It just wasn't a typical behavior of his. Much less having it happen without his willful knowledge. So, to awake feeling sluggish and groggy, in a surrounding wholly unfamiliar in a position wholly unfamiliar were all compounding reasons to awake with a start. The sudden motion sending... something he wasn't yet able to yet identify tumbling to the floor. For the moment he left it, unconcerned about the strange device that had lit up brightly in response to its tumble. No, he had far too much to be concerned about to add anything so unfamiliar to the mix.
Instinctively his awareness reached out, seeking what information and answers may come through uncomfortably dulled senses. Nothing particularly enlightening was forthcoming. While his senses were working they were significantly dulled compared to what he was accustomed to, though the answer as to why that was was at least not too elusive. A mortal vessel. Then again, he didn't think it should be this bad... or this full of static. Something was amiss.
Of course those questions would have to wait. For it would appear his strange predicament also involved the presence of a mortal. Something highly out of the ordinary in Murmur's experience. He expected demons, maybe other angels, not... a mortal. How unusual.
Don't mind the weirdo in strange robes just kinda staring at you, Tim, he doesn't really know what to say in a situation like this after waking up in a brief panic of where the fuck am I.
In search of knowledge, OTA;
Not one to wait for answers to find him Murmur soon set off from the dormitories in search of what he hoped might shed some more light on the strange situation he found himself in. Sure, he could have gone looking for less conspicuous clothing first but that was hardly the most pressing issue right now. No, he needed some clues as to how he'd come to be captured here and completely unable to leave. Jeans weren't going to give him an edge against an enemy powerful enough to keep him locked down like this, there had to be answers.
Off to hunt down the library. Even though he doubted there would be anything remaining that could clue him into the nature of his captor much less a method of escape, it was worth searching for any clues that might have been overlooked by a less careful eye. And since the city was ominously empty he'd find it much easier to simply help himself to pouring over anything and everything he found within for the faintest hint of answers.
At this juncture even the slightest information would be more useful than what he had now.
Now the question is who was going to put all the books back after he was done going through them all?