Albert Silverberg (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chikaidestroyer) wrote2010-06-15 03:52 pm
chikaidestroyer) wrote2010-06-15 03:52 pm
∞ 83: A chronicle of life and death [action]
[What a wonderful afternoon. The sun is shining, the sky has cleared up, and the ground is drying after two days of rain. And Albert is around the village today, weaving through the streets and between houses and even to the edges of the forest.
Little do people know that Albert received a beautiful flower last night, and he happened to smell it. When he awoke up the morning, getting out of his room proved to be an ... arduous battle. And getting out the front door? Well, he had at least discovered what a doorknob was by then.
He has a vague, wondrous look on his face as he looks at swaying tree branches and flowers he would have otherwise ignored. His hair is in slight disarray, as if he had rolled out of bed and fought his way through a bedroom door. His clothes are in a similar state, and notably the same as the ones he had been wearing last night.
This isn't strange at all.
He will be wandering around for the entire afternoon. Attempts to talk to or capture the 6'1" strategist will be bizarre. ...And he won't be returned home until sunset or so.]
Little do people know that Albert received a beautiful flower last night, and he happened to smell it. When he awoke up the morning, getting out of his room proved to be an ... arduous battle. And getting out the front door? Well, he had at least discovered what a doorknob was by then.
He has a vague, wondrous look on his face as he looks at swaying tree branches and flowers he would have otherwise ignored. His hair is in slight disarray, as if he had rolled out of bed and fought his way through a bedroom door. His clothes are in a similar state, and notably the same as the ones he had been wearing last night.
This isn't strange at all.
He will be wandering around for the entire afternoon. Attempts to talk to or capture the 6'1" strategist will be bizarre. ...And he won't be returned home until sunset or so.]
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[his eye shifts to Raine at the question]
Mm. As I said... that depends on whether they seek to return to that state of their own will.
But as it would take inhaling the scent of the flower intentionally to bring that about, so long as an individual stays clear of the blossoms, they should be fine. [he rubs his head with one hand] I'll go and search for them tomorrow, when I'm finished here.
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Time was going by too slow for him.]
Those flowers could be anywhere, though, huh?
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They grew only in places hidden from the sun, in my world-- which at least narrows down the places they might be here.
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What a hassle. So, what, these things can't affect you?
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It's very surreal.]
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Quite the contrary.
I have a rare condition that attracts the mushi to me. In my world... I can never stay too long in one place, or it would become infested. So I travel.
[he taps ash from the cigarette] This smoke is actually a form of mushi repellent, as well.
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[Just a few more adjustments now. Then Raine glances up toward Ginko, then toward Caesar.] Is there anything I can get either of you?
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As you can imagine [quirks an eyebrow, glancing at Caesar] I began honing my skills in this area out of necessity.
[at the question he simply shakes his head, slouching a little tiredly-- arms over knees]
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Of course, of course. Such skills would certainly come in handy in a world infested with these things.
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[action] >___>;;;
[and glancing at Raine] I'm fine, thank you. [and after that he falls silent again, watching the nearest window for the sun]