Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2018 22:01:57 GMT -5
a roleplay between myself & The Blue Adept
Haunted houses were fine even if they made him cry. Possessed humans were no big deal. Physical demons in all their forms were...ah, interesting, to say the least. Rhydian Tran had dealt with a lot of things, and most of the things were not pleasant. He'd been thrown into lakes with creatures in, had had to run away from houses with too many weird things - as a whole, his job was not very pleasant. High risk, low reward. He had fun, though. That was what mattered, obviously!
His current situation was not one that he liked to be in.
Leg: trapped. Head: nearly on the floor. Being upside down was not Rhydian's idea of a good time, and he twisted his body a little to stare at the offending rope. It was easy to think that he'd been caught by a hunter of animals or by a demon but...no. No, unfortunately, this was his own contraption; supposed to catch cryptids or something like that. Probably not Mothman. Maybe Bigfoot! But it had caught him, instead, and now he felt like a bit of an idiot. He swung himself backwards a little before he reached into his pocket. Something dislodged and smacked him in the face, causing him to cry out in pain - blood began to drip from his nose but instead of going to his mouth, due to gravity being a thing, it went into his eyes. Everything was going wrong and it wasn't even morning yet. He tilted his head back to make sure that his knife wasn't on the ground (it wasn't, it was his phone), and continued rummaging in his pocket until he found his knife. He sighed in relief and reached up until he could vaguely reach the rope, and he sliced wildly for a good few moments until the knife finally bit through the rope.
It snapped loudly, and he realised only briefly what he'd done wrong before he came crashing to the ground with a loud cry of pain. He ended up in a heap on the ground, a mess of limbs and clothing and leaves.
"Yep," he groaned as he rolled over, pushing himself up to his feet and stumbling briefly. "Feels about right."
He pushed his hair back and sighed softly, kicking at the mud before he picked up the length of rope he'd cut. It would come in handy later, he hoped - for now, he'd go back to his campsite. Ignore the red eyes, he thought. Honestly, it was best not to glance from the corner of his eye. Some demons could only be seen like that, and it still unnerved him. He kept walking, twirling the rope around his forearm without much of a thought.
Rhydian hadn't intended to do stupid sh*t. He'd just gone for a wander after waking up, had become restless. Did he know better than to go wandering on his own? Sure, but he was also supposed to know better than to try to commune with demons.
This woodland was haunted by ghosts and demons alike, said to spirit people away frequently. He had to find the source of the issue, and maybe camping hadn't been the best idea but...he felt pretty safe, he wouldn't lie. Maybe a little too safe, considering he hadn't thought about the consequences of wandering around. He probably didn't care if he was possessed and/or killed, though. Maybe he'd come back as a ghost! And then he could do spooky things, like shake trees and say 'boo' really softly. Or just throw things around. The world was full of possibilities, especially when he was dead.
Once he returned to the campsite, he started up the fire again (it had been dying embers), and sat cross-legged on his sleeping bag. After a long moment of hesitation, he picked up the cowboy hat on the floor and set it on his own head. "Yeehaw," he said, in the gentlest tone he could muster up.
Haunted houses were fine even if they made him cry. Possessed humans were no big deal. Physical demons in all their forms were...ah, interesting, to say the least. Rhydian Tran had dealt with a lot of things, and most of the things were not pleasant. He'd been thrown into lakes with creatures in, had had to run away from houses with too many weird things - as a whole, his job was not very pleasant. High risk, low reward. He had fun, though. That was what mattered, obviously!
His current situation was not one that he liked to be in.
Leg: trapped. Head: nearly on the floor. Being upside down was not Rhydian's idea of a good time, and he twisted his body a little to stare at the offending rope. It was easy to think that he'd been caught by a hunter of animals or by a demon but...no. No, unfortunately, this was his own contraption; supposed to catch cryptids or something like that. Probably not Mothman. Maybe Bigfoot! But it had caught him, instead, and now he felt like a bit of an idiot. He swung himself backwards a little before he reached into his pocket. Something dislodged and smacked him in the face, causing him to cry out in pain - blood began to drip from his nose but instead of going to his mouth, due to gravity being a thing, it went into his eyes. Everything was going wrong and it wasn't even morning yet. He tilted his head back to make sure that his knife wasn't on the ground (it wasn't, it was his phone), and continued rummaging in his pocket until he found his knife. He sighed in relief and reached up until he could vaguely reach the rope, and he sliced wildly for a good few moments until the knife finally bit through the rope.
It snapped loudly, and he realised only briefly what he'd done wrong before he came crashing to the ground with a loud cry of pain. He ended up in a heap on the ground, a mess of limbs and clothing and leaves.
"Yep," he groaned as he rolled over, pushing himself up to his feet and stumbling briefly. "Feels about right."
He pushed his hair back and sighed softly, kicking at the mud before he picked up the length of rope he'd cut. It would come in handy later, he hoped - for now, he'd go back to his campsite. Ignore the red eyes, he thought. Honestly, it was best not to glance from the corner of his eye. Some demons could only be seen like that, and it still unnerved him. He kept walking, twirling the rope around his forearm without much of a thought.
Rhydian hadn't intended to do stupid sh*t. He'd just gone for a wander after waking up, had become restless. Did he know better than to go wandering on his own? Sure, but he was also supposed to know better than to try to commune with demons.
This woodland was haunted by ghosts and demons alike, said to spirit people away frequently. He had to find the source of the issue, and maybe camping hadn't been the best idea but...he felt pretty safe, he wouldn't lie. Maybe a little too safe, considering he hadn't thought about the consequences of wandering around. He probably didn't care if he was possessed and/or killed, though. Maybe he'd come back as a ghost! And then he could do spooky things, like shake trees and say 'boo' really softly. Or just throw things around. The world was full of possibilities, especially when he was dead.
Once he returned to the campsite, he started up the fire again (it had been dying embers), and sat cross-legged on his sleeping bag. After a long moment of hesitation, he picked up the cowboy hat on the floor and set it on his own head. "Yeehaw," he said, in the gentlest tone he could muster up.