Better my blood than yours, bub. Or Jean-Paul’s. Or damn near anyone’s. [[He won't mention how long it took to figure out it was the blood, not the weapons themselves that does them in. But once it all came together he decided to stock up.]
Well. Deerington’s got a nicer ring to it then Murderworld. But yeah. It amounts to the same sort of shit.
[[Theres more to this place than what little he can prepare Kurt for though. And by the sounds of things whatever you know about Deerington is apt to change at the whim of… whatever Sodder is.]
There’s something communicating with the sleepers… us. The transplants in this place. Something called Sodder. But’s that’s all I know of it. Some folks think it’s tryin’ to break us out of here. Some folks seem to think it’s the one brought us here in the first place. I don’t know.
Inter-dimensional dream monsters? Biblical boogeymen? That’s your area of expertise, bub. [That thought raises a genuine smile from him. Kurt’s probably way more qualified to handle this than him. With his room informally straightened his last act of making it comfortable to present company is a gentle straightening of the only three books on a small shelf by the window.]
Something to read, If it helps you sleep. [Thoreau, Hugo, and Sun Tzu. All somewhat aged, and visibly weathered, one of these showed up with him. The others he's just drawn to.]
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Well. Deerington’s got a nicer ring to it then Murderworld. But yeah. It amounts to the same sort of shit.
[[Theres more to this place than what little he can prepare Kurt for though. And by the sounds of things whatever you know about Deerington is apt to change at the whim of… whatever Sodder is.]
There’s something communicating with the sleepers… us. The transplants in this place. Something called Sodder. But’s that’s all I know of it. Some folks think it’s tryin’ to break us out of here. Some folks seem to think it’s the one brought us here in the first place. I don’t know.
Inter-dimensional dream monsters? Biblical boogeymen? That’s your area of expertise, bub. [That thought raises a genuine smile from him. Kurt’s probably way more qualified to handle this than him. With his room informally straightened his last act of making it comfortable to present company is a gentle straightening of the only three books on a small shelf by the window.]
Something to read, If it helps you sleep. [Thoreau, Hugo, and Sun Tzu. All somewhat aged, and visibly weathered, one of these showed up with him. The others he's just drawn to.]