sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: jim moriarty

A hounding color, silver's lesser sister Has a breath along the way, a cease. This public chariot yields a final pause Like Schubert did in older annuals. But this cross borne hit more than a note sooner: And its travels are Frosted in path. So another Gothamite leaves us with more questions than answers. I'm not sure if anyone could call themselves friends with Mr. Nygma, but he's gone, regardless. This was found carved into a table in his flat. He could have left a harder one, to be honest. And yet, perhaps he's better off than us.[And that's the closest he'll get to publicly acknowledging recent affairs.]Feel free to solve it yourself.

faustianism

[There's a few lamps on in the room, but otherwise it seems to be completely dark, which makes sense, considering the time of night. Mr. Gold is sitting at a desk, the camera pointing up from it's surface, polishing what appears to be an antique silver tea set.]

I realize this may be a bit redundant, but it's been some time since I arrived, here. Almost a complete month. [He shakes his head, setting a cup down and picking up another one.]

And Father's Day is today, though I am catching the tail end of it. I guess I had some bad memories stirred up. It's very difficult, to be in a city without your children, or to be a child without your parents. The idea of the "orphan hero" is a main focus for many tales. Personally, I've never found living a life without one's family to be better then being with them.

[He sighs, picking up the tea pot, next.]

Getting settled in here has been much easier then I thought it might be. I began work at this pawnshop (named "Pawntificate", such a silly name), and then the next week, the owner was jailed for fraud. Imagine, thousands of dollars given for such beautiful pieces, and then they turned out to be fake. Perhaps he should have learned how to tell the difference between a real work of art and a phony.

But... that leaves the place to me. I was thinking of changing the name to "Crossroads", seeing as it's located at an intersection, and I have a fondness for those sorts of tales. A place to make deals; is that not what a Pawnshop offers? I think I'll keep the name as it is, for now. Call it superstition on my part.

I'm looking for workers, if anyone is interested. Call Mr. Gold, and I'll be happy to speak to you. [He smiles.] And if you happen to know anyone looking to sell a priceless heirloom... do give me a call. Happy Father's Day, everyone.

inamartiniglass

[A very angry Vesper can be seen over the video feed, the last of the officers finally leaving the community center]

A mockery, that's what it is. They literally made a mockery of this place and went through everything. That little girl is not here.

I'm sure the normal citizens of this place are perfectly capable of being monsters just as some Newcomers.

[Overall, she's offended to have a place she's been put in charge of for the day trashed like this.]

deductives

Firstly, to any members of the Church of Jonova possibly on this network, I would appreciate it if you were far more clever with your death threats. I hope whatever god supposedly resides there doesn't mind if I go about my daily business while it takes its sweet time preparing to smite me.

[Oh yes, Sherlock is perfectly healthy again, and just as sarcastic as ever.]

I wouldn't mind if it took out its wrath on that bloody reporter. The press is just as ravenous here as anywhere I've been. Good to know.

philosopher

Siren's Port, it's Dale Cooper. We've spoken once before, albeit by accident. You'll have to be patient with me; the technology around here is a little ahead of my time.

Something is troubling me and I thought perhaps to take a moment to discuss it with all of you. You see, technology isn't the only thing that's different between this world and mine. While there are a great many mysteries in my world, strange and supernatural, the Darkness is a phenomenon I have only observed in this city. And on the recommendation of my doctors and others I've spoken with, I've yet to explore the Darkness personally because I am not in peak physical condition... yet.

And so it is with an admission of ignorance that I come to you today for answers. I trust that many of you have the expertise to decipher a little puzzle I've been facing.

On Monday, June 4th, at approximately 3:30 a.m., I awoke from a dream. In that dream, I had been walking, shortly after high noon, near the baseball diamond where I first appeared. I noticed that, as the sun inched toward the west for its descent, the shadows began to grow. But these shadows were no ordinary shadows. Seeping from them was a decay... Where a shadow fell over a pipe, it rusted - and over sidewalks, cement cracked and turned to dust. It was a decay like I've only seen at night, peering out from my window. But in the dream, it was everywhere, in every shadow, even with the sun shining overhead.

The following night, I had the same dream, only I began to run. I ran as far as my legs could take me, but no matter where I went, the shadows were full of death. In the long shade of the company towers, I could see the grass dry out, and the flowers shriveled, and the brick walls crumbled.

On Wednesday the 6th, I had the same dream again, but there was more. I gave up on running and stopped at a coffee stand. I ordered a coffee - black, as always - but I received a pale liquid... white, but not milky. And when I tasted it, it was sweet. A sickly sweet flavor. I spit out the drink, but instead of falling to the ground, the drops floated into the air. I heard a man's laughter and suspected I was the target of a practical joke, but when I looked around, I failed to find the source. I began to walk again, searching, but became more and more disoriented. The colors of the world around me began to invert, so that I couldn't tell if it was night or day, whether I walked through sunlight or shade. Out of the corner of my eye, I would catch flashes of something - an electric blue plasma, something amorphous... But I never did catch up with it.

This dream has been recurring every night since, but I'm no closer to understanding its meaning. I wonder if anyone has seen anything similar to what I've described, in dreams or in reality? I would very much like to hear your thoughts on it.