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entrancelogs2016-02-10 08:01 pm
morework) wrote in entrancelogs2016-02-10 08:01 pm
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Maker of the World, forgive them! [CLOSED]
Who: Cullen Rutherford (morework) & Anders (circlejerked)
Where: First floor, room 003
When: Wednesday, 02/10
Rating: PG-13 for mutual antagonising?
Summary: This floor is not big enough for two people with the same voice actor.
The Story:
Cullen steps into the plain room the way other men would step into a den of monstrous spiders. The first he found empty, but in truth he should not seek out any of them, at all. A thing which changes on a whim, and claims that it only follows their wishes? He should not be here. He should not be in here, but Maker, Maker, forgive him, he is bone tired.
Cullen steps forward, and watches his surroundings warily. He thinks he catches something like red lines by the mirror, but when he looks closely they are gone. Or perhaps never there, nothing but a reflection of his features, exhausted and ashen. Drained, but he tries not to think on it, that there is a sharp pain in his stomach where his strength ought to be. That his throat is dry, and that he wonders if meals are the only thing Wonderland gives freely.
Cullen sinks down on the bed. The room is plain and unchanged still. He would wonder how long it might stay that way, and what effort it would take to make it so. If such an effort would even be a victory at all, or merely a different desire which this place chooses to grant. He would wonder, but his eyes close before he can, and he drifts off to sleep.
morework) & Anders (circlejerked)Where: First floor, room 003
When: Wednesday, 02/10
Rating: PG-13 for mutual antagonising?
Summary: This floor is not big enough for two people with the same voice actor.
The Story:
Cullen steps into the plain room the way other men would step into a den of monstrous spiders. The first he found empty, but in truth he should not seek out any of them, at all. A thing which changes on a whim, and claims that it only follows their wishes? He should not be here. He should not be in here, but Maker, Maker, forgive him, he is bone tired.
Cullen steps forward, and watches his surroundings warily. He thinks he catches something like red lines by the mirror, but when he looks closely they are gone. Or perhaps never there, nothing but a reflection of his features, exhausted and ashen. Drained, but he tries not to think on it, that there is a sharp pain in his stomach where his strength ought to be. That his throat is dry, and that he wonders if meals are the only thing Wonderland gives freely.
Cullen sinks down on the bed. The room is plain and unchanged still. He would wonder how long it might stay that way, and what effort it would take to make it so. If such an effort would even be a victory at all, or merely a different desire which this place chooses to grant. He would wonder, but his eyes close before he can, and he drifts off to sleep.
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And yes, yes, it is, he almost says, as coincidental as his influence can make it, but isn't that the rub? Cullen crosses and uncrosses his arms. A hand comes to rest on the hilt of his sword. Forlorn, with no proper culprit to draw it on.
"None of this is coincidence, but whatever the plan here may be, I have neither a hand in making it, nor knowledge of its extent."
Other than far greater than any rooming concerns, but must he make another futile stab at that point? Cullen sighs sharply.
"That we are trapped here concerns us all. I asked for your help when I arrived, I will not to so again. As long as you make no attempts to keep us here I could not care less what you do, or where you do it."
Entirely true that may not be, depending on what intricate madness might escape Cullen's imagination at the time, but for a mission statement it rings true enough.
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"Hm, it's a stretch to see you responsible for all of this, I'll give you that. Magic closets seem like a punishment for you, not devised by you. But I don't recall you asking for help so much as demanding it. I believe the word 'chaos' was used. Would it kill you to use a 'please'?"
It's possible Anders' fondness for hyperbole is working double time. Truth be told, Cullen had asked before whipping out the condescension, but Anders had been too surprised and wary at his sudden appearance to believe the request genuine. Reconsidering their exchange in light of the new information he's gained and thinking he could have... maybe... possibly... read the situation wrong is something he's not sure he has the intestinal fortitude for.
Just because he isn't the public enemy at the top of Cullen's to-do list now doesn't mean he wouldn't find a way to trip him up later. You can take the boy out of the Templar Order, but can you take the Templar Order out of the boy?
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"The Anders I last met had enough to atone for without empty pleas. I pray to the Maker that you can yet become someone other than him."
He steps towards the door then, in as wide a berth around Anders as the space will permit. For a person who so incessantly objects to Cullen's room being near his own at all Anders certainly has very few qualms about spending an incessantly long time in Cullen's room itself. About that - and about much else - Cullen can think of nothing conducive to add for the time being.
And so, a strategic retreat. He stops on the threshold, to glance over his shoulder.
"If I must stay here long enough to go back to any room, then this will be the one I choose. Do with that what you will."
Set it on fire, probably. Cullen tries not to follow more possibilities to their conclusion. Instead he walks out into the corridor.
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"I know what you pray for. Don't hold your breath," is the first unthinking retort out of his mouth. He's so used to being told to atone that it's second-nature to remind those praying for his salvation that he'll never be the subservient, slack-jawed doormat they want all mages to be. And Cullen, especially, is the fact of that exact way of thinking.
But before he can begin to wonder if there's more to it than that, Cullen makes a move toward him. Anders maneuvers out of the way with a questioning frown, but it's not, as it turns out, a move toward him so much as toward the door.
"You're leaving? Just that like?" Anders almost can't believe this is the anticlimactic result of finding Cullen in the mansion--it's not quite what he'd been expecting. Cullen seems... different. Subdued? No, maybe more like restrained. He doesn't seem inclined to rip the chord from the curtains and try to tie his hands together with him, and that's all Anders can ask for. Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He still gives the retreating templar a strange look, though.