OOC: .....This was supposed to be for magi. And then Aubrey challenged me. And... It basically doesn't fit ANYONE'S prompt anymore, okay? :| I WRITE THINGS.
Muse: Julian Sark
Word Count: 270
Muse: Julian Sark
Word Count: 270
[OOC: The following takes place from 11:00 PM on Monster Day to 12:00 AM on Shapeshifter Day.]
Some things really ought to be simpler than they are in Chicago. Things like walking the two blocks between the Kashtta and your flat, for example. Sark waited until the very last minute, in the hopes that perhaps the monsters that have taken over Chicago would have either been killed or tired out, while still giving himself enough time before the next plague hit (although he's not really sure what that one's likely to be- there aren't exactly any livestock around Chicago).
Chicago doesn't believe in simplicity. Sark's known this for a long time, but he's still insane enough to try to give it the benefit of the doubt and even at this late hour when everything has gone silent around the city and monster corpses line the streets to be dealt with by the city officials when they feel capable of dealing with such things, he has a feeling that he's going to be punished for that line of thinking.
He's almost a block away from his flat when he hears a howl, something horrific that sounds like a mix of animal and human screams.
All he can do, at this point, is stop, sigh and look up at the sky with eyes heavy-lidded with annoyance. "....Of course."
Some things really ought to be simpler than they are in Chicago. Things like walking the two blocks between the Kashtta and your flat, for example. Sark waited until the very last minute, in the hopes that perhaps the monsters that have taken over Chicago would have either been killed or tired out, while still giving himself enough time before the next plague hit (although he's not really sure what that one's likely to be- there aren't exactly any livestock around Chicago).
Chicago doesn't believe in simplicity. Sark's known this for a long time, but he's still insane enough to try to give it the benefit of the doubt and even at this late hour when everything has gone silent around the city and monster corpses line the streets to be dealt with by the city officials when they feel capable of dealing with such things, he has a feeling that he's going to be punished for that line of thinking.
He's almost a block away from his flat when he hears a howl, something horrific that sounds like a mix of animal and human screams.
All he can do, at this point, is stop, sigh and look up at the sky with eyes heavy-lidded with annoyance. "....Of course."
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sunday_reveriesOOC: Takes place after this thread. Weirdly stream of conscious-y. Quoth the magi, "Reading fic does not enable you to fly."
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sunday_reveries : "Pain is savage. It grabs us and throws us against the wall. We have to lay where it throws us down. It declares itself supreme autocrat. It is ruthless. It holds us so that we may not look away, and it does not respond to pleas that it subside. If it subsides, that is its prerogative. When it insists, it is without mercy.
It is the most undeniable form of god."
-- Marilyn Krysl
( And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me... )
Muse: Julian Sark
Word Count: 1542
sunday_reveries : "Pain is savage. It grabs us and throws us against the wall. We have to lay where it throws us down. It declares itself supreme autocrat. It is ruthless. It holds us so that we may not look away, and it does not respond to pleas that it subside. If it subsides, that is its prerogative. When it insists, it is without mercy.It is the most undeniable form of god."
-- Marilyn Krysl
( And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me... )
Muse: Julian Sark
Word Count: 1542
