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undergrounds2017-01-30 12:30 am
moralabsolutism) wrote in undergrounds2017-01-30 12:30 am
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The Times, They Are A-Changin' (OTA)
A. 99 Luftballoons - Hillingdon House
Rorschach was up early in the Hillingdon House. He was down in the kitchen, staring at the jar of sugar like he was going to burn a hole in it by sheer force of will. Many things had faded from his time as a human being. He'd forgotten how to breathe, what sleeping and dreaming felt like, and even what it had been like to be visible all the time. What hadn't faded was the memory of sugar cubes. He'd always had some in his pocket, chomping on them whenever the urge struck him. Right now, he'd give up what passed for a soul to have a bite of just one.
When someone comes into the kitchen, he whips his head around, alarmed, and suddenly disappearing. When he realizes it's just another resident of Hillingdon, he flickers back into existence, taking up residence at the table once again. He doesn't say hello or make any introduction. This is on par for interactions with the quiet, laconic ghost. Rorschach is always just sort of there, like a piece of furniture that they just can't seem to get rid of.
B. Desolation Row - Around London
When you're dead, there's nothing but time on your hands. Rorschach has learned this well after thirty years of roaming around London. Frankly, it's a shame he doesn't have one of his journals in his pocket anymore. He would have filled up a dozen of them by now with everything that he'd seen over the years. This city was much the same as New York: pretty on the surface, but full of grime when one looked at its underbelly. So many supernatural types made this place their home and most of them showed some sort of malice towards human beings. If only he'd been alive, he would have taken great joy in clearing them out. As it was, all he could do was watch, and occasionally point hunters in the right direction.
He can be found in numerous spots all over the city, but he avoids the Thames as an inescapable obstacle. Whether just walking down a crowded street, perched on the rooftop of a tall building, or riding through the Underground, Rorschach watches and waits. Though what he's waiting for, he just can't say. As it is, he can be found only occasionally visible, his odd mask the first thing that stands out. Otherwise, people just feel a cold chill as he passes by or goes through them, a sudden weird feeling making the hair stand up on the back of their necks.
C. Wildcard
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Rorschach was up early in the Hillingdon House. He was down in the kitchen, staring at the jar of sugar like he was going to burn a hole in it by sheer force of will. Many things had faded from his time as a human being. He'd forgotten how to breathe, what sleeping and dreaming felt like, and even what it had been like to be visible all the time. What hadn't faded was the memory of sugar cubes. He'd always had some in his pocket, chomping on them whenever the urge struck him. Right now, he'd give up what passed for a soul to have a bite of just one.
When someone comes into the kitchen, he whips his head around, alarmed, and suddenly disappearing. When he realizes it's just another resident of Hillingdon, he flickers back into existence, taking up residence at the table once again. He doesn't say hello or make any introduction. This is on par for interactions with the quiet, laconic ghost. Rorschach is always just sort of there, like a piece of furniture that they just can't seem to get rid of.
B. Desolation Row - Around London
When you're dead, there's nothing but time on your hands. Rorschach has learned this well after thirty years of roaming around London. Frankly, it's a shame he doesn't have one of his journals in his pocket anymore. He would have filled up a dozen of them by now with everything that he'd seen over the years. This city was much the same as New York: pretty on the surface, but full of grime when one looked at its underbelly. So many supernatural types made this place their home and most of them showed some sort of malice towards human beings. If only he'd been alive, he would have taken great joy in clearing them out. As it was, all he could do was watch, and occasionally point hunters in the right direction.
He can be found in numerous spots all over the city, but he avoids the Thames as an inescapable obstacle. Whether just walking down a crowded street, perched on the rooftop of a tall building, or riding through the Underground, Rorschach watches and waits. Though what he's waiting for, he just can't say. As it is, he can be found only occasionally visible, his odd mask the first thing that stands out. Otherwise, people just feel a cold chill as he passes by or goes through them, a sudden weird feeling making the hair stand up on the back of their necks.
C. Wildcard
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He hadn't been keeping the closest watch over which territories belonged to which factions lately, but if that was the case he comes to similar conclusions. Maybe he should look into this, for more reasons than just interest.
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"Exactly."
Rorschach tapped the table for emphasis with one of his gloved hands. About time someone in the house noticed what was going on. Too often, he was dismissed as being a nuisance or simply paranoid, much as he had been in life. But the old hunter ghost was not a fool. He knew when things were out of place.
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They did have something of an alliance with Redbright didn't they? Maybe nothing so formal, but an understanding after Hillingdon had claimed one of their territories. The Vampire threat may have been mostly settled, but if this was something new, maybe it was time for a reminder.
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"Didn't see any." Which in itself was curious. Someone on the Council must have been leaning on Redbright not to investigate the slaying. There was corruption there and no mistake. It looked like it was time to do a little investigating of their own. It would all turn out to be something in the end. Of that, Rorschach had no mistake.
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Someone had to have looked into something, right? A dead fae wasn't an every day occurrence. This was starting to turn from something to alleviate boredom and into an actual case worth the investigation.
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"Well, I think I'll still drop by. See if there's any scents worth following or something."
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The fact that someone in the house is actually taking what he's found seriously makes Rorschach sit up and take notice. He's gotten used to practically being a piece of furniture around the place. No one ever seems to care about his opinions, so having Sirius do so makes a warm feeling run up his spine. "Good. Let me know if I can help."
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Since, well, Rorschach did start this whole investigation. Either way, he heads off. He can drop by on his way to do errands or something. Make it seem natural somehow.