Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Oct 28, 2019 17:17:12 GMT
After going back to his truck to get some supplies and finding Joanna again, McLeach made his way into the castle to find himself a base of operations. His first choice was the dungeons since he had spent so much time living underground in an abandoned opal mine. But, when he got down there, there was something about the place that made him...uneasy in a sense. Almost felt like it was taken by one of the more powerful members of this weird alliance this five had put together. So, begrudgingly, he moved on.
He did still find a nice stone chamber in the southern part of the castle. It was a rather dark, open room with enough lighting to let him see where he was going. It was sort of square-ish in shape with a few side chambers; one that was almost like a closet that Joanna immediately went for, and another that seemed to be a bathroom.
The main chamber itself had some tables and chairs, a fireplace with a comfy looking arm chair, and a bed with tattered drapes around it. There were also a few candelabras (both handheld and on posts) spread around.
The wonderful touch to it all was a bearskin rug in the center of the room. "Almost feels like home," he grumbled, smiling softly.
But his smile left as soon as it appeared, replaced by grumpy displeasure as he dropped a sigh. "What are we even doing here?" he wondered aloud, enough to get Joanna's attention from the next it had already started making in the closet with ripped-up tapestries. "How did we even end up here? We are in waaay over our heads with this magic stuff."
He placed the weapons and supplies he had on one of the tables and leaned over them, thinking things over. "Magic spells...glitching kings...men with living shadows...uuggggh."
He gave out a long, growling sigh as he rubbed his forehead. "I already miss being where the only powers one had were when you held the trigger against someone's head."
Joanna muttered a bit to herself quizzically before scurrying up to McLeach. Looking him up and down, she rubbed her face into his leg in a show of support. McLeach looked down at her for a moment before petting her head.
Well...at least I have you in all of this, he thought silently.
He brought his hand back up to cough before clearing his throat and looking around. "Well," he started, getting himself back together, "if we're really going to be part of this team, we better make something of ourselves. Joanna, I'm gonna need you to sneak around the castle and find a place where they could be keeping supplies. I'm going to try and find a map once I organize what we have."
Joanna, grateful that it was no longer the target of McLeach's rage, nodded actively and giggled at the prospect of helping its master. She quickly began to scurry away for her mission as McLeach began organizing his own supplies to see what he needed.
He did still find a nice stone chamber in the southern part of the castle. It was a rather dark, open room with enough lighting to let him see where he was going. It was sort of square-ish in shape with a few side chambers; one that was almost like a closet that Joanna immediately went for, and another that seemed to be a bathroom.
The main chamber itself had some tables and chairs, a fireplace with a comfy looking arm chair, and a bed with tattered drapes around it. There were also a few candelabras (both handheld and on posts) spread around.
The wonderful touch to it all was a bearskin rug in the center of the room. "Almost feels like home," he grumbled, smiling softly.
But his smile left as soon as it appeared, replaced by grumpy displeasure as he dropped a sigh. "What are we even doing here?" he wondered aloud, enough to get Joanna's attention from the next it had already started making in the closet with ripped-up tapestries. "How did we even end up here? We are in waaay over our heads with this magic stuff."
He placed the weapons and supplies he had on one of the tables and leaned over them, thinking things over. "Magic spells...glitching kings...men with living shadows...uuggggh."
He gave out a long, growling sigh as he rubbed his forehead. "I already miss being where the only powers one had were when you held the trigger against someone's head."
Joanna muttered a bit to herself quizzically before scurrying up to McLeach. Looking him up and down, she rubbed her face into his leg in a show of support. McLeach looked down at her for a moment before petting her head.
Well...at least I have you in all of this, he thought silently.
He brought his hand back up to cough before clearing his throat and looking around. "Well," he started, getting himself back together, "if we're really going to be part of this team, we better make something of ourselves. Joanna, I'm gonna need you to sneak around the castle and find a place where they could be keeping supplies. I'm going to try and find a map once I organize what we have."
Joanna, grateful that it was no longer the target of McLeach's rage, nodded actively and giggled at the prospect of helping its master. She quickly began to scurry away for her mission as McLeach began organizing his own supplies to see what he needed.
