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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.

[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?"

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.

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.