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video; un: morgan
Name: Arthur Morgan
Date: Maiuril 2nd, evening
Format: video
[ The video opens upside-down; it appears the poster hasn't meant to actually use video. For any Witches gifted in Divination or dream-based magic, they may see, for a moment, that it looks like there is a golden glow of sun drenching the landscape, illuminating a stag who looks like it is making its way toward the outskirts of Aefenglom. One blink and it's gone, both stag and sun, and instead there is the sound of labored breathing and the deep blue of the evening - the only things that anyone without those magics would have picked up on. save the distant sight of the north-eastern section of the outer city. ]
Anyone- aw, shit-
[ The low Western drawl of Arthur Morgan clearly marks him as a Mirrorbound, and after a bit of fumbling, the compass is turned. His face, now bearded, still looks pale in the dark; there is dried blood along the line of his hair and running down the side of his cheek from under his hat. ]
Uh, anyone- around? Been out in the woods [ for... a few months... ] getting the lay of the land a bit - it's turning winter in there - and I got into it with one some of them Shades.
[ There's a howl in the distance and Arthur grimaces, drawing a wooden bow with enchantments carved into it. ]
I know they ain't gonna let me back in the city like this.
[ The compass tilts, and what he means by 'like this' is clear; the shadowy marks of a Cwyld infection are spreading from a savage, still-healing, almost definitely infected by more than the Cwyld bite on his opposite arm. ]
Did what I could for it, but with it bein' autumn and then winter out there, couldn't find a lot of the herbs I'd need.
[ Another howl sounds, closer this time - with a second going up to join it. His grimace turns into a scowl, and Arthur notches at arrow. ]
Follow the sound of the howls, I guess-
[ His compass is dropped down, the video bouncing as Arthur takes off at a jog before the feed cuts off. ]
Date: Maiuril 2nd, evening
Format: video
[ The video opens upside-down; it appears the poster hasn't meant to actually use video. For any Witches gifted in Divination or dream-based magic, they may see, for a moment, that it looks like there is a golden glow of sun drenching the landscape, illuminating a stag who looks like it is making its way toward the outskirts of Aefenglom. One blink and it's gone, both stag and sun, and instead there is the sound of labored breathing and the deep blue of the evening - the only things that anyone without those magics would have picked up on. save the distant sight of the north-eastern section of the outer city. ]
Anyone- aw, shit-
[ The low Western drawl of Arthur Morgan clearly marks him as a Mirrorbound, and after a bit of fumbling, the compass is turned. His face, now bearded, still looks pale in the dark; there is dried blood along the line of his hair and running down the side of his cheek from under his hat. ]
Uh, anyone- around? Been out in the woods [ for... a few months... ] getting the lay of the land a bit - it's turning winter in there - and I got into it with one some of them Shades.
[ There's a howl in the distance and Arthur grimaces, drawing a wooden bow with enchantments carved into it. ]
I know they ain't gonna let me back in the city like this.
[ The compass tilts, and what he means by 'like this' is clear; the shadowy marks of a Cwyld infection are spreading from a savage, still-healing, almost definitely infected by more than the Cwyld bite on his opposite arm. ]
Did what I could for it, but with it bein' autumn and then winter out there, couldn't find a lot of the herbs I'd need.
[ Another howl sounds, closer this time - with a second going up to join it. His grimace turns into a scowl, and Arthur notches at arrow. ]
Follow the sound of the howls, I guess-
[ His compass is dropped down, the video bouncing as Arthur takes off at a jog before the feed cuts off. ]
voice; wh will be ENTHUSED ok
[ And some of them are more horrible than others. Although he seems to realize this is a weird thing for a mostly uneducated Victorian child to know so he explains briefly, ]
My master is a scientist, and some of the things he studies are very good at killing. He's studying the Cwyld now that we're both here.
voice;
[ sorry, that just sounds weird to him, okay? ]
Nature sure does have a lot of ways to kill you, though. Definitely right about that. Especially here.
voice; i beeturn from the deep
[ Sometimes. Sort of. It's a much tidier way of explaining it than explaining that he can't fathom leaving the old bastard after years of emotional abuse. ]
He studies which monsters are real and which ones aren't. A few years ago the scientists had a big fight about the Wendigo, about whether or not to include it or if the people who claimed to be possessed by it were just traumatized and starving from getting lost out in the woods.
[ Will Henry would very much like to not talk about his own opinion on the matter. ]
voice; <3
Huh. Don't know much about the Wendigo, but- saw a skeleton of a giant, once, out West. And... strange lights in the sky. Weird things.
[ He shakes his head, even if the boy can't see him. ]
But I figure that the more civilization and order tries to take over, the more the Wild things and places will disappear. Maybe those monsters of his, too. [ Pause. ] And the ones that don't... those'll be the real dangerous ones, I reckon. Killed a vampire in a big city that had been there for- centuries, I figure...
[ and now Arthur is in a weird philosophical mood about the West and Wild Things and Monsters ]
no subject
I'm Will Henry, by the way.
[ He normally wouldn't introduce himself to some random adult without being asked, the vast majority weren't interested. But he definitely feels like Arthur has stories that he would like to hear in the future. ]