Post by Grimm on Apr 5, 2014 8:14:09 GMT -5
A flash of lightning illuminates the humble abode of the Horror of Hangtown. For the past few days it has poured, flooding some of the town’s routes and ponds. It could be considered somewhat of a cleanse on the dusty old town. With winter breaking Hangtown is in store for a wet spring.
Phinehas Grimm had not returned home after Trauma. It wasn’t queer for him to go off for even weeks at a time, but now was different. His family was beginning to worry, but they all knew that he is more than capable of taking care of himself.
Another flash booms throughout the neighborhood revealing Phinehas Grimm in his doorway. He is wearing a cloak that was meant to shield him from the elements, though after the time he spent outside there is no way for it not to be soaked through.
He escapes Mother Nature’s wrath, leaving puddles in his wake. The cold has infiltrated his bones and a deep shiver quakes his body. The hearth is bare so his fire task is to build a fire.
The old feud begins anew. Years pile on and bury them, only to have one claw his way out. The other is left behind as dust. The old feud ends.
The old prophecy echoes in his mind. To think all that has changed from the first day that he had heard it was unfathomable. A man is now lost in his own mind and the guilty party is still at large. He knows that one is going to need to destroy the other, but it is not going to be pretty business. In the process they may just end up destroy both men.
An aroma of freshly brewed stew fills the parlor combating that of burning tinder.
“Phinehas?” Ruth asks as she turns the corner.
“Dear sister, it is good to be home,” he replies, his voice hoarse and low. He sits, legs crossed, in front of the fire without turning. A pool of water has accumulated around him and the cloak that he wears is still sopping wet. She can her his teeth chattering from the cold and approaches him.
She places both hands on his shoulders, “What is wrong? You’re freezing.”
Before he can reply she places a bowl in front of him and he happily begins to slurp it up. “I have been out contemplating my next actions,” he replies. “I didn’t want to believe it at first but the prophecy was right. One of us will need to be destroyed.”
“Well that’s a bit of a change,” she says, concerned where this might be going.
“Showtime is dangerous, and I think we can all agree to that now.”
“He has put a few others in danger the past few weeks, but that is just as much your doing as his.”
“I have to disagree with you there, sister.”
“Do you still entirely blame yourself, or me?” she asks almost consoling. “It all stems back to the prophecy and it sounds like you are ready to fall in line. What’s changed?”
“Blame myself,” his voice fills with anger and it’s almost different. “This is all Showtime’s fault. When he assaulted me with that powder he declared war. We may have had our battles in the past but it is going to end here and now.”
“Phinehas, calm down,” her voice trembles as she replies. “Why would you say that he used the powder on you?”
“Because he did!” bellow Grimm as he leaps to his feet. He stalks closer and closer to his sister, causing her to fall back into a chair. She didn’t notice before when he was hunched over next to the fire, but his shoulders are significantly wider than normal. Her eyes grow as she realizes what is happening.
“Why would I blame you, Ruth?” asks Grimm, his anger fading. “Where do you come in on all of this?”
“Stop it Phinehas, you’re scaring me.”
“No I asked you a question, sister,” he demands, now standing over her. Grimm lowers his hood revealing a very familiar face, but not that of the Abomination of Desolation. Looking down on her is the wild eyes and unkempt features of “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght.
“Showtime!” she shrieks, causing Wryght to look behind him. When he notices that there is no one there he looks back at her with curious expression. “What are you doing? Has he been here? Did you help him do this to me?”
“You’re confused.”
“You’re damn right I’m confused, because you won’t answer my questions,” he says in a furry. “Why would I blame you? Did you help him in this mess?”
She knows that she is stuck now, insist that Showtime is not Grimm and Wryght may do something drastic. Ruth is smart, maybe too smart for her own good, so replies, “He was here earlier looking for you Phinehas. He was rambling on about the prophecy wanting to end it all here.”
This perks Showtime up, “Did he hurt you?”
She pauses, trying to collect her lies, “No, I was able to hide, but he may come back.”
“Then we must leave, and get you some place safe.”
“I’ll be safe if we both stay here.”
“That’s just not possible Ruth,” replies Showtime, looking around for and signs of Showtime. “There is more I must do before Mass Destruction.” He grabs her by the arm and wrenches her to her feet. The rain is coming down heavier than ever, but Showtime only replaces his hood and drags Ruth to the door.
“You’ll be safe with me sister, do not fear,” he says trying to calm her, not knowing that he is who she’s actually afraid of. He gives an almost inaudible laugh and looks her dead in the eyes, “Mass Destruction, what a fitting name.”
With that the two vanish into the night.
This Roleplay has been written by "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght
Phinehas Grimm had not returned home after Trauma. It wasn’t queer for him to go off for even weeks at a time, but now was different. His family was beginning to worry, but they all knew that he is more than capable of taking care of himself.
Another flash booms throughout the neighborhood revealing Phinehas Grimm in his doorway. He is wearing a cloak that was meant to shield him from the elements, though after the time he spent outside there is no way for it not to be soaked through.
He escapes Mother Nature’s wrath, leaving puddles in his wake. The cold has infiltrated his bones and a deep shiver quakes his body. The hearth is bare so his fire task is to build a fire.
The old feud begins anew. Years pile on and bury them, only to have one claw his way out. The other is left behind as dust. The old feud ends.
The old prophecy echoes in his mind. To think all that has changed from the first day that he had heard it was unfathomable. A man is now lost in his own mind and the guilty party is still at large. He knows that one is going to need to destroy the other, but it is not going to be pretty business. In the process they may just end up destroy both men.
An aroma of freshly brewed stew fills the parlor combating that of burning tinder.
“Phinehas?” Ruth asks as she turns the corner.
“Dear sister, it is good to be home,” he replies, his voice hoarse and low. He sits, legs crossed, in front of the fire without turning. A pool of water has accumulated around him and the cloak that he wears is still sopping wet. She can her his teeth chattering from the cold and approaches him.
She places both hands on his shoulders, “What is wrong? You’re freezing.”
Before he can reply she places a bowl in front of him and he happily begins to slurp it up. “I have been out contemplating my next actions,” he replies. “I didn’t want to believe it at first but the prophecy was right. One of us will need to be destroyed.”
“Well that’s a bit of a change,” she says, concerned where this might be going.
“Showtime is dangerous, and I think we can all agree to that now.”
“He has put a few others in danger the past few weeks, but that is just as much your doing as his.”
“I have to disagree with you there, sister.”
“Do you still entirely blame yourself, or me?” she asks almost consoling. “It all stems back to the prophecy and it sounds like you are ready to fall in line. What’s changed?”
“Blame myself,” his voice fills with anger and it’s almost different. “This is all Showtime’s fault. When he assaulted me with that powder he declared war. We may have had our battles in the past but it is going to end here and now.”
“Phinehas, calm down,” her voice trembles as she replies. “Why would you say that he used the powder on you?”
“Because he did!” bellow Grimm as he leaps to his feet. He stalks closer and closer to his sister, causing her to fall back into a chair. She didn’t notice before when he was hunched over next to the fire, but his shoulders are significantly wider than normal. Her eyes grow as she realizes what is happening.
“Why would I blame you, Ruth?” asks Grimm, his anger fading. “Where do you come in on all of this?”
“Stop it Phinehas, you’re scaring me.”
“No I asked you a question, sister,” he demands, now standing over her. Grimm lowers his hood revealing a very familiar face, but not that of the Abomination of Desolation. Looking down on her is the wild eyes and unkempt features of “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght.
“Showtime!” she shrieks, causing Wryght to look behind him. When he notices that there is no one there he looks back at her with curious expression. “What are you doing? Has he been here? Did you help him do this to me?”
“You’re confused.”
“You’re damn right I’m confused, because you won’t answer my questions,” he says in a furry. “Why would I blame you? Did you help him in this mess?”
She knows that she is stuck now, insist that Showtime is not Grimm and Wryght may do something drastic. Ruth is smart, maybe too smart for her own good, so replies, “He was here earlier looking for you Phinehas. He was rambling on about the prophecy wanting to end it all here.”
This perks Showtime up, “Did he hurt you?”
She pauses, trying to collect her lies, “No, I was able to hide, but he may come back.”
“Then we must leave, and get you some place safe.”
“I’ll be safe if we both stay here.”
“That’s just not possible Ruth,” replies Showtime, looking around for and signs of Showtime. “There is more I must do before Mass Destruction.” He grabs her by the arm and wrenches her to her feet. The rain is coming down heavier than ever, but Showtime only replaces his hood and drags Ruth to the door.
“You’ll be safe with me sister, do not fear,” he says trying to calm her, not knowing that he is who she’s actually afraid of. He gives an almost inaudible laugh and looks her dead in the eyes, “Mass Destruction, what a fitting name.”
With that the two vanish into the night.
This Roleplay has been written by "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght
