Rincewind (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wizzardly) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
maskormenace2017-03-17 12:15 am
wizzardly) wrote in maskormenace2017-03-17 12:15 am
Entry tags:
- abigail hobbs | n/a,
- archie | broceidon,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- john constantine | con man,
- † angus mcdonald | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † james patrick march | the master,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † sherlock holmes | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | stop that,
- † will graham | wolf trap
video; [3/15, TW for murder most foul]
[Happy Ides, everyone. To celebrate, here's a pale, shaken wizzard on your screen, standing in some nondescript Maurtia Falls allet. If the pallor of his skin makes him look a person who may be ill, that's probably because he is. Or at least was. Barely thirty seconds ago, violently, behind a trash can.]
Once, just once I'd like to go a month without - without the streets flooding with ghosts, or being in ridiculous brawls in bars with bears, or being kidnapped, or - or -
[Rincewind breaks off with a pained, miserable expression, glancing back over his shoulder. As he does so, the video shifts enough to show a dumpster with its lid open, a bag of trash abandoned outside it. The angle makes it impossible to see inside.]
...There's a body in there. Two, er, halves of one. Someone's, um...
[Rincewind swallows thickly, fighting another wave of nausea.]
I don't think she's an imPort. ...Was. Gods.
Look - someone come deal with this, will you? That's what you heroes are meant to do, right? So one of you needs to bloody well get out here. I'm not - I can't - this isn't my responsibility.
Once, just once I'd like to go a month without - without the streets flooding with ghosts, or being in ridiculous brawls in bars with bears, or being kidnapped, or - or -
[Rincewind breaks off with a pained, miserable expression, glancing back over his shoulder. As he does so, the video shifts enough to show a dumpster with its lid open, a bag of trash abandoned outside it. The angle makes it impossible to see inside.]
...There's a body in there. Two, er, halves of one. Someone's, um...
[Rincewind swallows thickly, fighting another wave of nausea.]
I don't think she's an imPort. ...Was. Gods.
Look - someone come deal with this, will you? That's what you heroes are meant to do, right? So one of you needs to bloody well get out here. I'm not - I can't - this isn't my responsibility.
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
voice;
Also, without a sense of smell.
...And very confused, to be blindly climbing into things.
voice;
voice;