TrippyNightmareLiam Matthews
Location: Aunt Sue's Inn #10
Interacting With: Sancho
Interacting With: Sancho
Sighing, Liam leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the silence for a few moments, despite how horrifying the day had been, there was still some small degree of peace to be found in the silence which filled the town now that the sun had set and demons weren't rampaging through the city streets. Well, at least not openly. His room at that point felt like a little piece of heaven, and while part of him felt a desire to head downstairs and ask Mrs. Hudson for a cup of tea and couple of biscuits, he decided against it. He stood up to move back toward the bed just as his phone buzzed, looking down at it.
He was pleased that the hunter was on her way, it would make things easier if he was going to track down something that looked exactly like Amelia. Though, he didn't know if he particularly had any silver on hand, it wasn't the kind of thing he generally brought with him. Either way, he figured he'd be safe enough, he'd just avoid any contact with the not-Amelia until Aloise showed up. Setting his phone back down by his laptop, he moved over to his bed and lay down, sighing.
Watching as Sancho walked up to him and nuzzled against his face, Liam grinned, reaching up to gently pet the cat. "What'm I going to do, Sancho? I'm probably just sick in the head, losing my mind..." He sighed, thinking through everything, he was a Prophet of the Lord? He had a guardian angel and the world was quite literally coming to an end? It all just seemed so mad, it wasn't right. But then, if he was a prophet, maybe he had some power to try and fix it, to make things right again. Just like Don Quixote, maybe he could save the world from this if he acted like he should've. Chuckling at the thought, he sat up.
"Bah, 'What is illness to the body of our Knight-errant?' " Liam began his quote, smirking as he spoke. "What matter, wounds? For each time he falls he shall rise again! Woe to the Wicked!" Standing up, he struck a triumphant pose for a moment, pointing down to the likely confused cat. "Sancho, my armour! My sword!" Pausing for a moment as he finished speaking, it dawned on him how mad he would have seemed in that instant to anyone around, and he began to laugh, falling back down onto the bed. IT was odd to do that right then, to laugh, but it felt good. Sighing softly, he settled into bed properly to rest for the night, hoping for quiet to continue through the night.
Darren Andrews
Location: Forgotten Relics
Interacting With: Howard Brighton, @Morose Zachary Carpenter, Mitsukuri Katsumi @BlueSky44
Interacting With: Howard Brighton, @Morose Zachary Carpenter, Mitsukuri Katsumi @BlueSky44
Darren watched closely as Adriana dropped to the floor, a number of his bullets having hit her torso and one in her head, there was no way she had survived that. Darren had killed people before, real people, and while it was necessary from time to time, he still never particularly felt comfortable doing so. Adriana was different, there was something about the scenario that left Darren with an odd sense of satisfaction, feeling that he'd gotten justice. He holstered his pistol once she'd hit the floor and stopped moving, letting blood pool around her as he moved closer to Jade, glancing over her for a moment or two.
It was strange, he'd been unable to save people in the past, but this time it felt far more his own fault - perhaps because it was, almost undeniably. Sighing, he watched as Zachary covered the body, and let his eyes follow the two over to Howard. He raised an eyebrow at the young girl raising her gun, moving to stand as he approached the two. Gently setting his hand atop Katsumi's gun, he pushed it down slightly, urging her to lower it. "I think there's been enough people gunning eachother down for one day." He'd utter quietly and pointedly.
Turning his gaze back to Howard, Darren raised an eyebrow at the item, eyes never leaving it as he twirled it in his fingers. There was something odd about it, in all Darren's years he'd never particularly seen anything like it, although it certainly seemed like it could have held a great deal of power behind it. He made a note to talk to Howard about it, how he'd gotten the weapon, and, more importantly, if he could borrow it, that sort of thing could come in handy. For now though, he said nothing as he watched Howard, there was just something about the man he didn't like, he had such a punchable face with that grin, especially in a situation such as theirs was.
