Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-04-20 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | beast, beauty, black forest witch, dr. watson, dracula, irene adler, sherlock holmes |
Who: Micah, Iris, Eliot, Daniel, Ella, Vlad, Vaughn
What: Collision
Where: Outside 104 and beyond
When: Immediately after this and this
Warnings: Language, blood, medical things, torture talk?
Micah had stopped at the foot of the steps to the basement, and he had listened. It was a useless thing, really, the listening, because there were things he knew, even without moving. The catacombs were past the pool, even though he'd never been there. There was a well to the northeast, though he'd never seen it. There was a boy in a trunk, two women and the doctor that had been mentioned on the forums. He was capable, and it was fine. He knew the boy had been put there by a woman, and he knew the woman was gone.
He stood there a moment longer, looked in his head for any bit of foreknowledge beyond that, and he didn't find any. He didn't know what Iris and Eliot were doing just above him, for example, or where the vines came from, or who had screamed. It was focused on the people beside the well and the white trunk, not even a visual thing, more like knowing. There and then gone.
He knew the boy was in good hands, and he didn't move further into the bloodied space. Instead, he crouched and dragged his fingers through the blood at his feet. Not the boy's, his mind said, and he stood and retraced his steps up the stairs. It only took him a minute to clap eyes on Iris (and Eliot) in the shadowed hall. The door they were standing in front of (he knew it was a door) was still closed, and he approached the pair warily. "Did she scream again?"