Patrollogs
(Sergio's decursing attempt)
[Thu Sep 26 2024]
In a large, decorated living area within a trailer
Cheap, dingy, and the walls are thin enough in this deadbeat trailer
home that they may very well be paper and succumbing to the elements
outside easily. Sun or storm, they're either searing to the touch or
frigid and freezing. The absolutely horrendous state of the trailer,
is at least alleviated by a complete ceiling decor and a ceiling fan
A completely black backdrop is dominated by swirling and handpainted
strokes of purpled reds and of similar shades that cover the expanse
of the ceiling. Dirty by nature, marks tainted by smoke, and similar
disappear amongst the mass of ink that depicts obscure shapes, vague
faces in the darkness, and decrepit figures gathering to midpoint in
an amalgamation of brighter colors, where disarray ends in salvation
The walls are similarly painted a mood souring mauve-black tint with
a golden trim along the floor and ceiling. It lightens the heaviness
of the dark decor, distracts from the age and make of the walls, and
the floors bearing the brunt of various scrapes and scuffs, from the
ghosts of furnitures past and present. A scent of art-grade paint is
a constant reminder across the room, elavating off of the floor from
dark splotches that have spilled haphazardly, some even stepped over
It is night, about 67F(19C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
A sinister man with a terrible plan enters Isaiah's home, and immediately opens fire upon her. The crack of gunfire lights up the enclosed space, as bullets tear through the walls where Isaiah had been only moments earlier. "No need to make this harder than it needs to be." Sergio insists at his would-be victim, voice digitized and fried.
"Oh, that's a pretty sight." The invader drawls out, cold as ice, as they take note of those tears running down Isaiah's pretty, pretty cheeks. "Run, Ash. Run." Sergio sing-songs, turning to glance over toward Ash then, a predatory keen to their digitized voice.
"Two for one." Sergio decides simply, turning toward the next target. A known target. "Ah, the kidnapper. It is my lucky day." He drawls out, more excited by Ash's appearance than concerned.
A section of Sergio's clothing catches fire.
Sergio slips against the doorframe, taking cover from the spray of bullets fired back by Ash. There's a bitter, caustic laugh from the man as he takes note of Ash's response, "Winston disagrees." He calls back, turning to squint out before returning fire, and then darting in closer toward Ash, drawing a cruel, hungry blade from it's sheath.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Ash growls, "Imagine having the fucking *balls* to break into my family's home, then call *me* a kidnapper? You Order fucks keep fucking shit up, over and over, and blame everyone else? Assholes. Winston *knows* I ain't kidnap nobody."
Isaiah(wolf) suddenly turns on her heels, dropping to all fours as fur bursts out all over her body, wheeling towards Sergio with ill intent returned.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Call off the dog, or I kill the twink." Sergio calls back toward both Isaiah(wolf) and Ash, as he slides in closer toward the later, dragging them in front of them while reaching into their belongings to draw out a plastic, strange looking handgun. Of course, he's also flashed by the light, but the bloody mask sure helps.
Ash growls, "Yeah, like that'll happen. The pack already has your scent, dumbass, and they're coming with reinforcements!"
Isaiah(wolf) pauses mid-stride as Ash is twisted into their grasp, her maw splitting into a snarl, but she goes no further, her pretty blue eyes darting between Sergio and Ash Then, she lays down, placing her head upon her paws.
"Into the trailer." Sergio calls over toward Isaiah(wolf), raising his blade to place it against Ash's throat, catching against their leg in the process. Because it was a very drawn out movement, it seems.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Ash bolts away in that instant, growling, "Fucking run!"
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.
Sergios Decursing Attempt 240927
(Sergio's decursing attempt)
[Thu Sep 26 2024]
In a large, decorated living area within a trailer
Cheap, dingy, and the walls are thin enough in this deadbeat trailer
home that they may very well be paper and succumbing to the elements
outside easily. Sun or storm, they're either searing to the touch or
frigid and freezing. The absolutely horrendous state of the trailer,
is at least alleviated by a complete ceiling decor and a ceiling fan
A completely black backdrop is dominated by swirling and handpainted
strokes of purpled reds and of similar shades that cover the expanse
of the ceiling. Dirty by nature, marks tainted by smoke, and similar
disappear amongst the mass of ink that depicts obscure shapes, vague
faces in the darkness, and decrepit figures gathering to midpoint in
an amalgamation of brighter colors, where disarray ends in salvation
The walls are similarly painted a mood souring mauve-black tint with
a golden trim along the floor and ceiling. It lightens the heaviness
of the dark decor, distracts from the age and make of the walls, and
the floors bearing the brunt of various scrapes and scuffs, from the
ghosts of furnitures past and present. A scent of art-grade paint is
a constant reminder across the room, elavating off of the floor from
dark splotches that have spilled haphazardly, some even stepped over
It is night, about 67F(19C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
A sinister man with a terrible plan enters Isaiah's home, and immediately opens fire upon her. The crack of gunfire lights up the enclosed space, as bullets tear through the walls where Isaiah had been only moments earlier. "No need to make this harder than it needs to be." Sergio insists at his would-be victim, voice digitized and fried.
"Oh, that's a pretty sight." The invader drawls out, cold as ice, as they take note of those tears running down Isaiah's pretty, pretty cheeks. "Run, Ash. Run." Sergio sing-songs, turning to glance over toward Ash then, a predatory keen to their digitized voice.
"Two for one." Sergio decides simply, turning toward the next target. A known target. "Ah, the kidnapper. It is my lucky day." He drawls out, more excited by Ash's appearance than concerned.
A section of Sergio's clothing catches fire.
Sergio slips against the doorframe, taking cover from the spray of bullets fired back by Ash. There's a bitter, caustic laugh from the man as he takes note of Ash's response, "Winston disagrees." He calls back, turning to squint out before returning fire, and then darting in closer toward Ash, drawing a cruel, hungry blade from it's sheath.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Ash growls, "Imagine having the fucking *balls* to break into my family's home, then call *me* a kidnapper? You Order fucks keep fucking shit up, over and over, and blame everyone else? Assholes. Winston *knows* I ain't kidnap nobody."
Isaiah(wolf) suddenly turns on her heels, dropping to all fours as fur bursts out all over her body, wheeling towards Sergio with ill intent returned.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Call off the dog, or I kill the twink." Sergio calls back toward both Isaiah(wolf) and Ash, as he slides in closer toward the later, dragging them in front of them while reaching into their belongings to draw out a plastic, strange looking handgun. Of course, he's also flashed by the light, but the bloody mask sure helps.
Ash growls, "Yeah, like that'll happen. The pack already has your scent, dumbass, and they're coming with reinforcements!"
Isaiah(wolf) pauses mid-stride as Ash is twisted into their grasp, her maw splitting into a snarl, but she goes no further, her pretty blue eyes darting between Sergio and Ash Then, she lays down, placing her head upon her paws.
"Into the trailer." Sergio calls over toward Isaiah(wolf), raising his blade to place it against Ash's throat, catching against their leg in the process. Because it was a very drawn out movement, it seems.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Ash bolts away in that instant, growling, "Fucking run!"
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.