[ open ] action for hel. | backdated to the evening of the 23rd.

[revanchisme]

[ lovely evening, isn't it? moon shining, wind howling. bit cold outside, which is probably why your windows are closed right now. you're probably either in bed or getting ready to be in bed. dog-earing that last page of your novel, doing your stretches, putting curlers in your hair or whatever it is you do to prepare you for your land of sleep and dreams and whatnot. and that's just the way it should be, even in the land of Hel, because even Hellions need their sleep, right--

well, wrong.

because guess who just... opened... your window.

a heavy footfall on your on your windowsill, unannounced. a maniacal grin. the masked man leaning into your room doesn't look friendly, and neither does that giant sword on his back. surprais. hope he didn't interrupt your peaceful night or anything, but he's a man on a mission, and you don't mess with men on missions. have a cheshire grin, even as he bows, flourished, mocking. ]

So, sorry to drop in unannounced, but I was afraid you wouldn't be home otherwise. Hope I didn't interrupt anything pressing-- [ a pause. ] Oh, but on second thought, I hope I did! It would make this dull night far more entertaining.

[ leaning into your room, now-- ] Of course, I'm not here for a mere social visit. There are few questions that I'm sure you feel compelled to answer in due time.

[ grinnnnn. he draws himself up, slit-like eyes peering out from behind the mask. ] Well? Shall we get tonight's entertainment underway?



[ ooc: so, berthier is searching for... kaz... and because he doesn't know he's searching for kaz, he's barging into rooms in Hel during the evening and sneering at people until he gets answers. for residents of Hel, feel free to assume that he barged into your character's room and react accordingly-- or conversely, feel free to assume he didn't barge into your character's room, if you don't want to deal with this maniac. he skipped a lot of rooms because he got bored.

for those people whose rooms he's hit up-- he won't hurt anyone unless you pull a knife out on him or something, and even then, he'll most likely just be fooling around. he'll just troll a little, sneer a little, ask a few questions, possibly wave his sword around a little, and then he'll leave (and he'll leave the window open, the bastard).

and if you're kaz? well. c': ]

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[abhorseninwaiting]

[Lirael is curled up at the head of her bed with a book-- what else is new? At the sudden sound of her window opening, though, she looks up in shock. At the sudden figure in the now-open window, she snaps the book shut and her shadow rears up threateningly over her-- or perhaps just protectively.]

What-- what do you want?

[It's a demand, but her voice is a little shaky.]

[revanchisme]

[ oho, look at that shadow. he looks interested at this, cat-like eyes going into slits. a grin. ]

Answers, mostly. Entertainment, later. And just what is that shadow of yours doing? A guardian? The blessing of the gods?

[abhorseninwaiting]

Magic.

[Lirael's answer is flat, and she starts to climb off her bed. Her shadow makes a feint at him, looking a little bit like a cat swatting from the wall over her head. It isn't solid, though, so it doesn't do much.]

What answers are you looking for?

[revanchisme]

Magic.

[ a echoing laughter. he doesn't even flinch at the feint, though a curious expression does cross his face when that shadow makes contact with his own. have a frankly curious look, lirael. ]

Answers of an innocent nature, I assure. But you may begin by telling me just what is the nature of your shadow-- and just what exactly I should do if it makes another attempt on my person.

[ as if with emphasis, he shifts his sword. ]

[abhorseninwaiting]

[Verbal confrontations are something Lirael doesn't do well-- physical ones, however, she is perfectly fine with. Her eyes narrow, and she reaches under her pillow, pulling out the silver dagger she got from the snowman so long ago, now.]

My shadow is only a shadow, and isn't going to hurt you.

[Once she figures out the trick of making it solid, maybe it would, but right now it's pretty helpless.]

But if you threaten me, I will defend myself. So tell me what it is you want, and then please leave.

[revanchisme]

[ he pauses, here, a slitted eye glancing over the knife. then, suddenly, rambunctious laughter. he jumps into the room and crouches under the window.

a sneer. ]

You? Defend yourself? With that?

My, my, you should have just signed your last will months ago. You will defend nothing, protect nothing.