Frankenstein (incompletelife) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-08-07 11:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, claire winchester |
WHO: Frankenstein’s Monster and YOU! (Open)
WHAT: Arrival. And frustration over tiny buttons.
WHEN: Pretty much now, so early morning.
WHERE: Outside the library
RATING: Depends on if/who tags in. He’s not very vulgar and is keeping a tight rein on his anger, so not high by himself. Maybe PG just to be on the safe side. Will update if necessary.
STATUS: In Progress
He could feel the heat licking at his toes. It was taking a little longer than anticipated, though. With a sigh, he glanced down at his feet. “This is taking too long. Perhaps I should have removed my shoes.” He considered doing it now but simply shook his head. It was pointless, really. It wasn’t like he was going to be worried about disfiguring burns after this was all over. After all, the plan was for him to burn to death on this pyre, both as a punishment for his evil deeds and to destroy the last remaining clue to the secrets of creating imperfect, incomplete life.
And then he was in a library. He couldn’t help staring, his jaw going slack and pulling on some of his facial scarring. His eyes widened as he turned his head from left to right, confirming that he was in fact in a library. His jaw snapped shut loud enough for the clicking of teeth to be heard across the room. “This must be a hallucination. It is not unreasonable that in the moment of my death I would hallucinate. It seems to be a fairly logical defense mechanism.” He rubbed his cheek briefly, and then closed his eyes hard, squeezing them shut and holding them that way for a few moments. When he opened them, he was staring at the landscape of the Arctic – no, wait, still the library. “…What manner of science or sorcery is this,” he muttered, his eyes squinting as he scrutinized the place. It appeared as if it was a normal library, but a being simply appearing in it from another place clearly indicated that it wasn’t normal. “Hm.” He moved from his position, taking up one of the books from the shelves. He considered it a moment, remembering folktales of mystical runes that could trigger spectacular effects, and decided to hold the book away from him as he opened it. When nothing exploded, he turned the book around and peered at the peculiar pages. “Blank. This is becoming an even more surreal experience.”
That’s when he heard the creak of metal. He turned, tucking the book into his voluminous, hooded duster. He spied the statues that he’d previously ignored moving towards him with a fairly purposeful stride. “…This does not look to be good at all.” He considered fighting them, and part of him was looking forward to doing so, but even he could control his temper enough to see that only a fool would fight on a strange battlefield, against enemies he knew nothing about, in circumstances that he knew equally nothing about. So, with all that in mind, he simply held up his hands and began stepping backwards, towards the doors. “No need for movement, automatons. I can see myself out.” Turning on his heel, he strode boldly out of the library, part of him expecting to see a landscape torn asunder with fire and brimstone. As he passed one of the knights, he dully registered something being slipped into his hand, but he didn’t acknowledge it at the moment, feeling retreat was his most important priority at the moment.
When all he saw was a city full of tremendously large buildings and strange vehicles that ran without horses, even he had to pause. He certainly was not going to Heaven, and yet this place was clearly not Hell. Nor was it Limbo, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he believed in a realm the church created due to finding the margins of paper inspiring. Then again, he wasn’t entirely sure he believed in Heaven or Hell, either. What he did believe in was the sign off to the side. “Colligo? Is that the name of this…place?”
It was a measure of his distraction that he only now realized the hood of his duster wasn’t up. Panicking briefly, he flipped the hood up and over his head, then shoved his hands into the deep pockets of the coat and hunched over to appear less obvious. It was rather hard given his nearly nine foot height and extremely bulky frame, but it was the best he could do. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he finally looked at the odd device he’d felt shoved into his hand as he passed one of the knights on the way out. It was small, with tiny little buttons labeled with one letter per button. He lifted it to his face, peering at it through squinted eyes. He turned it over in his hands, trying to figure out how to operate it. He imagined pressing the buttons did something, but he wasn’t ready to just start pressing buttons on strange devices just yet. Finally, he turned it back so the buttons were facing him. This is curious. Clearly it is used for entering words, but I do not know how to even begin doing so. With no other choice, he gathered the ends of his coat and sat down on the steps, determined to study this device until he’d figured out the secrets to its operation.