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[ghoulaid]

1. KUNSTKAMMER (closed : for lan)
He'd originally planned on waiting until after the moon had passed before bothering with Lan's vial, but it's been sitting in the hiding place he'd found for it, silently taunting him. February is a plenty busy month so he should have more than enough to keep his mind occupied, yet he still finds himself distracted, his thoughts often drawn back towards the possibilities that Lan's project holds. The curiosity is slowly killing him.

A couple days after the Imbolc festival, he finally breaks. He's got himself a quiet evening and a golden opportunity to find out what happens when he drinks that weird shit, and so he does just that.

He makes it a few more days before slinking in to Lan's shop again, looking pretty ragged when he drags himself through the door. As far as he knows, it's not because of what she'd given him. It's the day before the full moon, is all- he probably shouldn't even be here when he's like this, but the feeling of restlessness has become unbearable. If he's going to suffer all day, he might as well suffer and accomplish something.

Ghoul slowly shuffles his way around shelves, sounding almost as rough as he looks when he quietly asks, "Lan...?"



2. I DARE YOU TO PET HIM (wolf shenanigans/OPEN)
There's a full moon out, and that can only mean one thing: wolves.

Strangely enough, there's one running about alone in one of the larger parks rather than East End's usual territory. Maybe it's a rogue. Maybe it escaped from wherever it locked itself up. Whatever the case, it doesn't seem to be up to too much trouble at the moment. Sprinting through trees, digging holes, chewing on things. The usual kinds of energetic canine business. But, wolves can be pretty unpredictable. Who knows how it'll react when faced with company.



[ don't be afraid to hmu at blastcorps for #2! i won't let him hurt anyone without permission, but if you're open to that possibility (or if you'd rather hurt him?) let me know! ]

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Full Moon

[moralabsolutism]

It had been thirty years, but Rorschach had never quite shaken the habit of going out on full moons in search of werewolves. They'd been his specialty when he was alive and he'd killed many a wolf without feeling an ounce of mercy. It was always easier to get rid of a wolf carcass than a human one.

Well, those days were long past, but the habit remained. He liked to keep an eye on the pack of London, making sure they behaved themselves. Any miscreants creating trouble would be reported right back to Hillingdon. This wolf he'd come across didn't seem like the trouble-making type. He watched it for a few minutes, gloved hands shoved into his pockets as he finally projected his presence into the park. Fun Ghoul would find himself being watched by a man in a most peculiar mask.

happy puppy adoption day

[ghoulaid]

Why waste his time trying to terrorize humans that aren't even around when he could dig a row of gigantic pits in the ground?

There must be something he likes the smell of down there, because he's pretty in to it. By the time he lifts his head, dirt has been kicked everywhere and his forelegs and face are filthy. He's been too engrossed in his activity to notice his spectator, but when he finally spots Rorschach he visibly jolts in surprise, ears flattening back almost instantaneously as a hesitant rumble of interest sounds from inside his throat. Stranger danger.

Ghoul abandons his holes in the ground, creeping towards the figure that he doesn't understand is a ghost. He stops a safe distance away, stretching out his neck in an attempt to catch a scent off him without getting too close.

Bad puppy. No treats for you!

[moralabsolutism]

Ghoul will notice very soon that this particular person doesn't have a scent. Indeed, he doesn't even have a shadow being cast by the moon's light. There's nothing to indicate he's even there save for his silent presence, completely still except for the blots of his mask moving around. He watches the wolf as it finally notices his presence.

This one doesn't seem to be too terrible. Just a scrap of a pup having fun. But they're all vermin. One didn't become a werewolf without killing someone. They're all killers and all deserve to be treated the same. Rorschach finally tilts his head to the side as he watches Ghoul. What will the pup do? Charge him? Or go back to digging a hole to China?

the saddest eyes :(

[ghoulaid]

It doesn't have a smell. How can it not have a smell? Everything smells like something.

The concept of a ghost is a bit too complex for his dog-brain to handle, so clearly the solution is to move in further. He sinks a bit lower to the ground, inching closer and closer, trying in vain to smell him until his nose comes right up and touches his weird, incorporeal form. It's cold and it makes his face tingle- he doesn't like it. He pulls his head back sharply, snorting out air and shaking his head before making an odd, annoyed whining noise and smacking a paw down against the ground near Rorschach.

He hardly seems like a dangerous killer like this, but this would be playing out completely differently if Rorschach were alive. Luckily for the both of them, he's not.

Re: the saddest eyes :(

[moralabsolutism]

He watches as the werewolf comes closer and closer, more cautious than most wolves would be. He's unable to harm the wolf and the wolf is unable to harm him. So they're at a nice little stalemate.

Rorschach actually flinches back a few steps when Ghoul touches him. It's been so long since anyone or anything has made contact with him. It's just his imagination, but it almost hurts having a werewolf's nose up against his coat. It finally gets the ghost to speak. "Don't do that," he warns, his voice a low, rusty-sounding growl.

[ghoulaid]

The Weird Thing is retreating and making noise- that only spurs Ghoul forward, after it. It's something he doesn't understand, and what's the best thing to do to something he doesn't understand?

Bite it. Obviously.

Ghoul nips at the edge of Rorschach's ghostly form a few times. Each attempt gives him the same sensation of cold tingles, which only serves to agitate him and make him bite at the air more.

This one doesn't listen very well.

[moralabsolutism]

Of course he would encounter a dumb werewolf. This one had to be awfully new, to be wandering through a park, and trying to bite ghosts when he met them. Back in the day, he would have made an easy mark for the hunter. Now, he just watches with mounting exasperation as the wolf kept charging him. Finally, he'd has enough.

He backs up to where he's right in front of a tree. The next time Ghoul tries to bite him, he abruptly disappears, letting the wolf's own momentum bonk him right into the thick tree trunk. Rorschach reappears. "I said don't do that." Ghoul has no one to blame for his sore head but himself.

[nightflowering]

"Yes, yes, come in, come in." As soon as she spots Ghoul lingering in the doorway, she waves at him to enter and then returns to her usual post at the back of the store. The same two chairs, little table, and pot of gently steaming tea are set out and waiting.

"Tsk, a rough day? A tough night? Do you need anything?"

[ghoulaid]

There she is. Ghoul snakes his way through the shop, finding his way back to the table-and-chairs setup he remembers. It's just familiar enough for him to feel a bit more comfortable than last time, and he slides in to a seat easily as he murmurs, "Rough everything, kind of." Stupid moon shit. "It's fine. I mean, it's normal. I'm not having weird side effects or anything. Y'know." Shrug. He finds his affliction awkward to explain still, so most of the time, he doesn't.

"How're you?"

[nightflowering]

"Close enough to well enough that it makes little difference either way." ...what. Probably the answer is 'fae, who knows?' or 'fae love to hear themselves talk'. Either way, Lan doesn't seem too inclined to speak about it.

"Shall I offer you some tea? I have a rather nice manuka honey."

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul takes the answer in stride, nodding slowly.

Makes sense enough for him to accept it. What throws him is the offer of tea- because that's what he should be worried about. He looks puzzled all of a sudden. "What's manuka?" From the sound of it, he assumes it's something fae-made. Bless his dumb sheltered heart.

[nightflowering]

"It's a sort of flower. The honey has a stronger flavour, more mineral, I suppose." Lan takes the little jar of honey and opens it so that Ghoul can see. It's a dark, reddish brown colour with a strong, almost earthy scent. "It comes from New Zealand."

"If you'd rather, I have little deli bal left, but I think it's probably for the best that you abstain from that for the time being."

[ghoulaid]

Oh. He doesn't recall hearing anything about New Zealand being run by fae. Good to know it's something normal and not all... weirdly enchanted or whatever, though. After leaning forward to have a peek inside the jar, he comments, "I like how it smells." And as he sits back again, he gives her a mild smile. He has no idea what the second thing is either, but... "I'm good with whatever you think's best. You wouldn't steer me wrong, would you?"

Hahahah.

for poor party

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul isn't normally one to be up bright and early, but today is worthy of an exception. He's set a goal of being a nuisance, and everyone knows that the early morning hours are the best for that.

He presses his ear to the door he's currently standing outside of, listening for movement inside. After a few seconds he gives it up; he can't really hear anything, and even if he could, it's not going to stop him now. He takes a step back, all too happy about reaching up and knocking at the door. But it's not a normal knock. Of course it's not. Rather than knocking in a short series and leaving it be, Ghoul continuously bangs on the door, showing no signs of stopping until he gets an answer.

Shame there's not a buzzer out here.

[injectablefame]

Party had been sleeping, because regardless of what the sun might be saying, it's clearly the middle of the night. He groans and flails for his phone, but throwing it doesn't seem to make the noise stop. Putting the pillow over his head also doesn't help, nor does gargling out a bunch of pathetic growls. He is going to kill the source of the noise. It's going to get chewed and eaten for breakfast!

He rolls out of bed, flopping onto the floor on all fours and scooping up his phone to shove into the pocket of the pants he's not wearing. So it falls right back on the floor. Whatever. It lives there now. Who needs pants anyway?

By the time he's made it to the front door, he's registered enough of the world around him to know that he's only wearing underwear and that he really doesn't care, because whatever's making that noise is about to feel the fiery wrath of his teeth in their flesh.

He flings the door open, looking as menacing as one can in their underwear.

[ghoulaid]

This is taking forever. Maybe Party's dead in there after all. Or maybe he's not home. Or maybe this isn't even the right place. Ghoul's starting to second guess being here altogether when the door is finally thrown open and all his fears are put to rest.

It's so much better than anything he could have hoped for. He immediately laughs at the sight of Party, all loud and cackling and in a way that will probably have the neighbors hating them both. It ain't even cute, but this is just fantastic.

Despite Party looking like he's out for blood, Ghoul's having trouble finding his fear. Maybe if he hadn't answered the door in his underwear... "Time to greet the fuckin' day, tulip."

[injectablefame]

Party growls, or he tries to but it comes out half as a groan, and he grabs for Ghoul's wrist, bending quickly to try to bite his arm. Sometimes he bites to be playful or as foreplay, but this is a rage!bite. Fuck Ghoul and the whole rest of the world, too. If it's not on fire, this asshole's getting bitten.

Of course, he's still wearing some little black briefs and there's nothing else covering any of his pale, pasty skin and his reflexes are at a 2/10, so he's probably not winning this one.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul's kind of groggy, sure, but he's not nearly as bad as Party. He sees where this is going pretty quickly. "No! Bad dog." He snatches his arm back before those teeth can chomp down on him, and he even brings up his other one up to whap at Party for good measure. Just in case he doesn't want to let go or something. "What is this? You a zombie now? Fuck off with that."

[injectablefame]

"Zombies eat brains. Wouldn't bother with your ass." He kicks half-heartedly at Ghoul's shin and then retreats back into the apartment. Leaving the door open instead of slamming it in Ghoul's face is all the invitation that the guy's going to get from Party.

His apartment is an open loft space with a bed in one corner and art supplies and paintings taking over a majority of the rest of the space. There's clutter and paint cans everywhere and at least a few canvases that are in various states of completion.

"If you're gonna be here, do somethin' useful and make coffee."

Party almost kicks his phone under his bed as he searches for some pants, shimmying into a dirty pair of skinny jeans and not bothering to look for a shirt as he crams the almost-forgotten phone in his pocket.

Wolf Shenanigans

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl wasn't used to seeing the wolves run through parks outside the Pack's territory. It was dangerous to be running at all. For them as much as it was for anyone they ran into. The instincts that took over were usually deadly.

When he caught the scent, it had surprised him, but he knew how bad things could get if one of the wolves ran into the wrong person. More for the person than the wolf, but still. So he'd shifted and followed, tracked the scent to where the young pup was digging a hole into the ground near a tree. Head shoved down while his arms worked furiously.

He stayed back for the time being, pacing around the creature in a circle to try and get a good idea of the surroundings he had to work with if something went wrong.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul's very absorbed in his work. The hole will be bigger than he is within the hour... or it would be, but he suddenly stops. Yanks his head out of the ground and start trotting a slow circle outwards, nose to the ground. He can smell a hint of something different, and although he's not entirely sure what it is, he apparently has decided he wants to find out.

[dirtyredneck]

It seems the wolf is not so absorbed that a new scent wouldn't distract him. And the only new scent in the area was Daryl's. Still, he didn't let that freak him out. It was just a wolf. He moved silently, padding through the undergrowth until he found a spot he liked and settled in there. Watching.

Waiting.

[ghoulaid]

He gives himself a bit of a runaround. It looks like maybe he's new at tracking or is easily distracted, but after a couple darts off in the wrong direction, he seems to have a fix on it now. His nose leads him to a brushy sort of area, and he gets right on in there. Snuffling and poking his face in to places, digging a bit here and there. Whatever's in there, he plans on flushing it out.

And then probably eating it.

[dirtyredneck]

The wolf's nose gets real close to his face with it's sniffing and Daryl lashes out just as any cat would: with a quick pap to the nose and loud warning hiss. He did not, otherwise, move.

[ghoulaid]

Oh.

Well, Ghoul's not sure what to think of that. He does jump back and make a slightly high-pitched noise of surprise, though, so the Thing gets it space back. For about ten seconds before he's nosing around the same area again, rumbling in interest.

Dumb.