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Hello! How's my driving? Xanth might be an OC, but that doesn't mean he can't be out of character. If you have problems with the way he's played, if you have concerns or criticisms or kittens to offer, please do so here! Alternatively, you may contact me in either of these ways:
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010. (v2) [commentlog/closed]
[Quiet.
Things have been so... quiet, after the dog attacks. After the injuries and the pain. Xanth, of course, was okay, but he couldn't fight this gnawing feeling inside. It wasn't anger; anger burned hot, anger consumed. It was not the feeling that made him want to spill blood; this was similar, but emptier, more resigned.
Is this bitterness?
Yeah, he figures. It must be.
But even bitter little boys need to eat, and so Xanth makes his way toward the kitchens for a late dinner.]
Things have been so... quiet, after the dog attacks. After the injuries and the pain. Xanth, of course, was okay, but he couldn't fight this gnawing feeling inside. It wasn't anger; anger burned hot, anger consumed. It was not the feeling that made him want to spill blood; this was similar, but emptier, more resigned.
Is this bitterness?
Yeah, he figures. It must be.
But even bitter little boys need to eat, and so Xanth makes his way toward the kitchens for a late dinner.]
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009. (v2) [audio + commentlog/open]
[Xanth clears his throat. He's a little hesitant to speak into the journal, but...]
S-So, uh. I-I'm-- okay, I'm, s-still here, I... I haven't... g--g-gotten hurt o-or disappeared o-or, uh, a-- a-anything...
S-Sorry. A-About the, uh, q--q-quiet.
[He knows how worrying it can be.]
If-- i-if you need me, I-I, uh, I'll-- b-be at the s... s-stables. W-With the, uh, the-- big b--birds.
[About twenty minutes after the entry is down, Xanth can be found at the stables communing with the chocobos. They look sort of like riding birds he'd known at home, although he's still not sure what these ones eat. Seeds? Meat? Vegetables? We just don't know.]
S-So, uh. I-I'm-- okay, I'm, s-still here, I... I haven't... g--g-gotten hurt o-or disappeared o-or, uh, a-- a-anything...
S-Sorry. A-About the, uh, q--q-quiet.
[He knows how worrying it can be.]
If-- i-if you need me, I-I, uh, I'll-- b-be at the s... s-stables. W-With the, uh, the-- big b--birds.
[About twenty minutes after the entry is down, Xanth can be found at the stables communing with the chocobos. They look sort of like riding birds he'd known at home, although he's still not sure what these ones eat. Seeds? Meat? Vegetables? We just don't know.]
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008. (v2) [audio + commentlog/open]
[This feels kind of familiar, but Xanth can't pinpoint why. Maybe he was just used to tons of people bustling about on the Elegante.]
O-Okay, uh, well, h-- hi. I-If you're new, y-you-- you probably-- r-read the thing i-in your journal. A-And if-- if you didn't, well, g-go... do... that?
...
O-Okay. Um. H--Hi. This is H-Holloway's Keep, and... y-you're kind of-- t-trapped. But-- i-it's not that b-bad here? There's-- f-food in the kitchen a-and beds if-- if you need rest a-and... i-it's not as-- bleak a-as it looks. T...Trust me. S-So, for now, s-- stay safe?
A-And please, don't... d-don't-- kill a-anybody.
[Xanth closes his journal and tucks it away for the moment. He's out by the stables, feeding the animals inside and keeping an eye open for anyone he recognizes.
For anyone who saw him when he still had long hair, well, that long hair is gone. He's got a hat on to keep his ears warm, but he is so close to bald now that it's not even funny.]
O-Okay, uh, well, h-- hi. I-If you're new, y-you-- you probably-- r-read the thing i-in your journal. A-And if-- if you didn't, well, g-go... do... that?
...
O-Okay. Um. H--Hi. This is H-Holloway's Keep, and... y-you're kind of-- t-trapped. But-- i-it's not that b-bad here? There's-- f-food in the kitchen a-and beds if-- if you need rest a-and... i-it's not as-- bleak a-as it looks. T...Trust me. S-So, for now, s-- stay safe?
A-And please, don't... d-don't-- kill a-anybody.
[Xanth closes his journal and tucks it away for the moment. He's out by the stables, feeding the animals inside and keeping an eye open for anyone he recognizes.
For anyone who saw him when he still had long hair, well, that long hair is gone. He's got a hat on to keep his ears warm, but he is so close to bald now that it's not even funny.]
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007. (v2) [commentlog/open]
[This is not a good day. Xanth wakes up and feels... different. Then he looks down and sees plating instead of skin, three fingers instead of five, and tentacles instead of a mouth.
Xanth has woken up as a Poleepkwa.
When he first sees himself he screams, but it comes out as more of a buzzing. Then he tries to talk, but all he can manage is stammered clicks. Whatever he is now, it couldn't talk the way humans could, and it was then that Xanth resolved to hide until this wore off. But he couldn't - e was hungry. So, he decided he would run out to the kitchen, stock up, and then run back.
But was then that he realized none of his clothes fit, and he was cold as hell.
Xanth is out and about. First, he makes a trip to the clothier's tower and grabs whatever will fit. (Unfortunately, no shoes are made to fit his new feet.) Then, he runs off to the kitchen to get breakfast and grab dinner so he won't have to come out again.
But no matter where he goes, this tall bug-alien's got an ugly, patchy, mismatched blanket wrapped around him like a cape.]
Xanth has woken up as a Poleepkwa.
When he first sees himself he screams, but it comes out as more of a buzzing. Then he tries to talk, but all he can manage is stammered clicks. Whatever he is now, it couldn't talk the way humans could, and it was then that Xanth resolved to hide until this wore off. But he couldn't - e was hungry. So, he decided he would run out to the kitchen, stock up, and then run back.
But was then that he realized none of his clothes fit, and he was cold as hell.
Xanth is out and about. First, he makes a trip to the clothier's tower and grabs whatever will fit. (Unfortunately, no shoes are made to fit his new feet.) Then, he runs off to the kitchen to get breakfast and grab dinner so he won't have to come out again.
But no matter where he goes, this tall bug-alien's got an ugly, patchy, mismatched blanket wrapped around him like a cape.]
006. (v2) [audio]
Um--
F-For everybody, wh-who has the-- th-the ink s-stuff, it's-- n-not hard to get r-rid off. Y-You just-- i-if you talk i-into your journal, o-or write i-in it, or video-th--thing in it, then... th-then you can wash the-- the ink off. A-And it-- i-it stops spreading.
I-I don't... know what happens... i-if you don't.
[Pause.]
M-Make an-- e-entry, I-I mean.
F-For everybody, wh-who has the-- th-the ink s-stuff, it's-- n-not hard to get r-rid off. Y-You just-- i-if you talk i-into your journal, o-or write i-in it, or video-th--thing in it, then... th-then you can wash the-- the ink off. A-And it-- i-it stops spreading.
I-I don't... know what happens... i-if you don't.
[Pause.]
M-Make an-- e-entry, I-I mean.
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005. (v2) [commentlog/closed]
[Ironhide needs a tune-up. Even Xanth, who knows nothing about mechanics, realizes this. Metal rusts, joints need oiling, and seaweed is terrible for gears. Xanth has also noticed that Ironhide isn't doing anything about these problems, and it can't be because he doesn't know how.
Okay, well, maybe it can. Xanth might be organic, but hell if he knows what really makes his body tick.
Still, Ironhide needs help, and Xanth thinks he might be able to provide it... if he could figure out how robots work. But he should start small, he reasons. This is what brings him to the stables.
Unfortunately, he can't find much for mechanical items or electronics besides this blue booth thing. This does not stop him from poking around inside it and around it, though, and he's making something of a racket.]
Okay, well, maybe it can. Xanth might be organic, but hell if he knows what really makes his body tick.
Still, Ironhide needs help, and Xanth thinks he might be able to provide it... if he could figure out how robots work. But he should start small, he reasons. This is what brings him to the stables.
Unfortunately, he can't find much for mechanical items or electronics besides this blue booth thing. This does not stop him from poking around inside it and around it, though, and he's making something of a racket.]
004. (v2) [audio]
I--
I-I'm--
I'm not a-a healer, n-not at all, b-but if-- i-if anyone still needs h-help getting to-- s-someone who is, I... I-I'm-- I-I'm not... uh... o-out of-- of action.
[He's got his head in the game, you see.]
Um.
Wh-- which I guess is-- i-is a good time to ask, is-- i-is everyone... b-better?
[Cause man if you still don't have your head in the game, you need some assistance!]
I-I'm--
I'm not a-a healer, n-not at all, b-but if-- i-if anyone still needs h-help getting to-- s-someone who is, I... I-I'm-- I-I'm not... uh... o-out of-- of action.
[He's got his head in the game, you see.]
Um.
Wh-- which I guess is-- i-is a good time to ask, is-- i-is everyone... b-better?
[Cause man if you still don't have your head in the game, you need some assistance!]
003. (v2) [video]
[At first, there is no sound; there is only the image of Xanth's forearm. Lines of letters curl around his fingers, twist around his hand, and spiral onto his arm. The ink, jet black, is stark against his pale skin.]
Th-this-- it means I-I've been-- t-too quiet, right? I-It... it wants me to-- t-to say... s-something.
[It's been a while since he's checked in, made sure people knew he hadn't vanished, but there is nothing to say.
The feed remains set on Xanth's arm.]
I'm... o-okay. I'm s--still here.
A-Are... are you guys... o-okay, too?
[He heard that crack some days ago. No one has called for help on the journals, so no one was hurt in the expedition that came after, and no one had been hurt during the initial bang.
Or so he hopes.]
Th-this-- it means I-I've been-- t-too quiet, right? I-It... it wants me to-- t-to say... s-something.
[It's been a while since he's checked in, made sure people knew he hadn't vanished, but there is nothing to say.
The feed remains set on Xanth's arm.]
I'm... o-okay. I'm s--still here.
A-Are... are you guys... o-okay, too?
[He heard that crack some days ago. No one has called for help on the journals, so no one was hurt in the expedition that came after, and no one had been hurt during the initial bang.
Or so he hopes.]
002. (v2) [audio]
[A recent conversation with Kairi led to her finding a skirt in his nest of clothing on Xanth's bed.
He was using it as a blanket, honest. It had just been so much simpler to bed down in clothes instead of having someone make blankets. But he doesn't want a repeat of this event, so...]
U-Uhm, uh, s-so.
Is-- i-is anyone willing t-to, maybe, m-make me s-some blankets? I-I, uh, I k-kind of-- h-have some m-materials, th-they just... a-aren't... i-in blanket form y-yet.
A-And I, uh, I--I don't know h-how to make b-blankets. I-I can sew, I-I'm not-- n-not entirely useless, I-I just, i-if-- if s-someone could h-help, maybe, that-- that would-- b-be great.
A-And I-- I-I'm not asking for this for-- for free, o-or anything, I-- I-I'll do something i-in return!
[He's just not really sure what, yet.]
He was using it as a blanket, honest. It had just been so much simpler to bed down in clothes instead of having someone make blankets. But he doesn't want a repeat of this event, so...]
U-Uhm, uh, s-so.
Is-- i-is anyone willing t-to, maybe, m-make me s-some blankets? I-I, uh, I k-kind of-- h-have some m-materials, th-they just... a-aren't... i-in blanket form y-yet.
A-And I, uh, I--I don't know h-how to make b-blankets. I-I can sew, I-I'm not-- n-not entirely useless, I-I just, i-if-- if s-someone could h-help, maybe, that-- that would-- b-be great.
A-And I-- I-I'm not asking for this for-- for free, o-or anything, I-- I-I'll do something i-in return!
[He's just not really sure what, yet.]
001. (v2) [audio + commentlog/open]
A...Again?
[Xanth lets out a hollow, bitter laugh.]
I... n-no, you, you have to be k--kidding. I-I already d--did this. M-My world was... a-already gone. Th--The End took it. K-K'lai, a-and Grams, they... th-they were... already gone.
[He takes in a shuddering breath. His chest tightens, his voice cracks.]
N--Now you say it... it's all g-gone? Unmade? D--Didn't ev--even-- h-happen? How!? I-- I lived that! It-- it can't-- not again--
[There's a small gasp, like a prelude to a sob, but then Xanth slams the book shut.
Xanth takes his record, takes his key, and immediately sets out into the Keep. He's tired, he's so fucking tired, but he has to know if anyone else got snatched into this mess too.]
[Xanth lets out a hollow, bitter laugh.]
I... n-no, you, you have to be k--kidding. I-I already d--did this. M-My world was... a-already gone. Th--The End took it. K-K'lai, a-and Grams, they... th-they were... already gone.
[He takes in a shuddering breath. His chest tightens, his voice cracks.]
N--Now you say it... it's all g-gone? Unmade? D--Didn't ev--even-- h-happen? How!? I-- I lived that! It-- it can't-- not again--
[There's a small gasp, like a prelude to a sob, but then Xanth slams the book shut.
Xanth takes his record, takes his key, and immediately sets out into the Keep. He's tired, he's so fucking tired, but he has to know if anyone else got snatched into this mess too.]
001. (v1) [audio]
[The audio clips on to some panicked breathing.]
I-I thought-- I--
Th-this place, it, i-it's su--s-supposed to be a s-sa-- sanctu-- safe p--place! A-And I--
F-First I ff--find a-a guy i-in the--the c-cold room, then I-- there--
Th-there's ink i-in m-- my-- my s--skin!
[Letters are crawling onto his fingers and they won't scrub out.]
I-I thought-- I--
Th-this place, it, i-it's su--s-supposed to be a s-sa-- sanctu-- safe p--place! A-And I--
F-First I ff--find a-a guy i-in the--the c-cold room, then I-- there--
Th-there's ink i-in m-- my-- my s--skin!
[Letters are crawling onto his fingers and they won't scrub out.]