Vincent Nightray (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ofmisfortune) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
eachdraidh2014-06-17 01:07 am
ofmisfortune) wrote in eachdraidh2014-06-17 01:07 am
video/action; unlocked
[ The feed begins with a young man's blissfully slumbering face - his long and mussed blond locks settling as though he's just tossed over, or perhaps even fallen there, in what appears to be a soft bed of grass and barky roots.
It's but a moment before he shifts with an airy sigh, locket slipping from his loose hand to the earth below. It allows a glimpse of-- something above. A coiled tail that bobs as it drifts up and down in place, and is ended with the cutest little pink bow. Its pale blue blue body appears plush, with visible stitching along its seams, and even across the close lids of its eyes. A soft whirring of a clockwork motor sounds as the silver key in its back rotates, and... did you just hear a giggle, as well? No. No, that's simply your imagination.
To those that know them, it's none other than Vincent and his Chain, the Dormouse. To those that don't recognize either of these sights, perhaps they'll be able to identify the towering exterior of the Caer Glaem castle instead.
Vincent hardly belongs here, but after seeking out the Kow in a fit of frustration - (all that damned mooing would get to anyone who had their sleep disrupted for the third night in a row) - he'd had the superb fortune of simultaneously being teleported to the enemy's doorstep and thrown into unconsciousness by his trickster of a chain, while preparing to use his locket.
He'd intended to seek some advice on how to be rid of the ghostly beast, in case his gun failed him, but now... well. Maybe you would be so kind as to assist this poor fool, somehow. ]
It's but a moment before he shifts with an airy sigh, locket slipping from his loose hand to the earth below. It allows a glimpse of-- something above. A coiled tail that bobs as it drifts up and down in place, and is ended with the cutest little pink bow. Its pale blue blue body appears plush, with visible stitching along its seams, and even across the close lids of its eyes. A soft whirring of a clockwork motor sounds as the silver key in its back rotates, and... did you just hear a giggle, as well? No. No, that's simply your imagination.
To those that know them, it's none other than Vincent and his Chain, the Dormouse. To those that don't recognize either of these sights, perhaps they'll be able to identify the towering exterior of the Caer Glaem castle instead.
Vincent hardly belongs here, but after seeking out the Kow in a fit of frustration - (all that damned mooing would get to anyone who had their sleep disrupted for the third night in a row) - he'd had the superb fortune of simultaneously being teleported to the enemy's doorstep and thrown into unconsciousness by his trickster of a chain, while preparing to use his locket.
He'd intended to seek some advice on how to be rid of the ghostly beast, in case his gun failed him, but now... well. Maybe you would be so kind as to assist this poor fool, somehow. ]
no subject
Then whose is it?!
no subject
An old friend. Not to worry, brother, I didn't kill him.
no subject
Already starting trouble...!
[LONG SUFFERING SIGH well sitting here in the grass and dirt isn't doing them any good, it's only staining their clothes into uselessness, and Gilbert is not wearing the clothes that the castle's tailors deem acceptable.]
Never mind. There will be more trouble if someone here figures out that you're supposed to be in the other castle.
no subject
Ah-- yes. That is an inconvenience that I'd rather avoid. Would brother mind if I stayed with him, for a time? It will take some time to arrange for transport and the like; as it is, I'm rather too tired to deal with it.
no subject
They only gave me one room! One bed!
[He says, as though this would ever be a problem for Vincent Nightray.]
no subject
[ Not a single one. In fact, he might perk up a bit, at the thought. ]
It would be just like old times, wouldn't it.
no subject
I refuse! We'll find a way to get you back!
[Even though it'll be two months...traveling alone.......]
no subject
[ How you wound him, Gilbert! Look at Vincent; how downtrodden he appears, as he raises a hand, knuckle pressed to his chin, averting his gaze. Clearly, big brother never loved him. ]
no subject
I mean it! You really shouldn't stay here!
[Don't worry Vince, you know he'll get tired of arguing soon and just give in.]
no subject
[ Waving that hand, he shifts to lean forward, preparing to stand. ]
We'll need to make those arrangements soon, then. I'll need a horse, and supplies to last me til the next destination. Firearms would also be ideal; I'm likely to run across some unsavory creatures during my journeys... [ A thoughtful glance wayward. ] Was it two months?
no subject
Yeah, two months. Or so.
[A drop in a bucket compared to other, longer lengths of time!]