He wishes he could will himself away right now. It was a handy ability when it worked but here? In the middle of a storm, Martin is now soaking wet, arms wrapped around himself as he tries to ignore the voices that fade in and out around him.
"I know you're not here." He says to himself. "I know you're not here, you're not real... You're-- You're not Sasha. You're not Tim."
Though, it'd be nice if it was; it'd mean they were alive. That maybe they made it through and the Unknowing didn't take Tim and Sasha wasn't a creepy face-wearing monster.
"Look I get it! I get you just... want to scare me. Blah, blah, blah ghosts from my past and what not-- can you just? Leave me alone?" Martin turns, facing one head on with a frown, before the color drains from his face. "Oh bloody hell."
spaceships?
Martin finds his way into the hanger, breathing out a sigh of relief. On one hand, he was inside some where! On the other ...well. Now he's walked into some sort of scifi novel. Spaceships lined the hanger, the lights flickering off and on as he slowly makes his way towards one of them. He should have scavanged for a torch, should have maybe listened to his instincts and just not approach the creepy space craft.
Except upon closer inspection, the ship called Twin Roses sparks to life. Not so much that he'd run for cover, but enough the hissing of hydrolics has him yelping as the door opens to allow him access.
"Please be joking." He peeks in. "There's no way I'm going in there."
Not alone. At least.
Can you hear me now?
Does this thing work? Really. Well it looks like it's on so. Hello strange new world. I've got a few questions and maybe you'd like to answer them for me. Just simple questions I promise!
Can someone at least tell me where I am? I'm a little lost.
Martin Blackwood | The Magnus Archives
Do you hear a storm?
He wishes he could will himself away right now. It was a handy ability when it worked but here? In the middle of a storm, Martin is now soaking wet, arms wrapped around himself as he tries to ignore the voices that fade in and out around him.
"I know you're not here." He says to himself. "I know you're not here, you're not real... You're-- You're not Sasha. You're not Tim."
Though, it'd be nice if it was; it'd mean they were alive. That maybe they made it through and the Unknowing didn't take Tim and Sasha wasn't a creepy face-wearing monster.
"Look I get it! I get you just... want to scare me. Blah, blah, blah ghosts from my past and what not-- can you just? Leave me alone?" Martin turns, facing one head on with a frown, before the color drains from his face. "Oh bloody hell."
spaceships?
Martin finds his way into the hanger, breathing out a sigh of relief. On one hand, he was inside some where! On the other ...well. Now he's walked into some sort of scifi novel. Spaceships lined the hanger, the lights flickering off and on as he slowly makes his way towards one of them. He should have scavanged for a torch, should have maybe listened to his instincts and just not approach the creepy space craft.
Except upon closer inspection, the ship called Twin Roses sparks to life. Not so much that he'd run for cover, but enough the hissing of hydrolics has him yelping as the door opens to allow him access.
"Please be joking." He peeks in. "There's no way I'm going in there."
Not alone. At least.
Can you hear me now?
Does this thing work? Really. Well it looks like it's on so. Hello strange new world. I've got a few questions and maybe you'd like to answer them for me. Just simple questions I promise!
Can someone at least tell me where I am? I'm a little lost.