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discedo_logs2010-03-10 11:09 pm
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Who: OPEN
Where: Near the east most woods
When: Near midnight
Rating: It's Grell. Anywhere from PG to R rated fun
Summary: Gone back to get something~
the log: He couldn't bring it with him.
Not with the facade he was doing his damned beset to put up. It seemed to be working pretty nicely so far too. Of course... he never doubted his acting abilities. It was really no wonder they accepted the nervous, stammering, squeamish act so much, he had to admit, he was almost fooling himself.
Which was why it was time for a breather. First, leave the black coat behind. Second... leave the butler behind as well. He went out as the Death God tonight. He could only stand the plain brown hair and lack of freedom for so long until he had to do something.
And tonight, that something was... well, it was just recovering something.
The scythe had to stay behind. Back in the woods, where no one would find it. Grell had been mightily annoyed when he found he could just banish the thing like he normally did. Nor could he call it to his hand. It was more than just obnoxious, it was downright disconcerting.
He heaved it out of its hiding spot in the hollow of a tree, carefully inspecting it for any damage? Nothing? Good.
A rev of the engine... Good? Good. Now... what to test it out on? A tree would be an insult...
"Where are those bloody wolves when you need them?!" Slinging it over his shoulder, the redhead spun about, traipsing happily towards town.
"Hhheeeeeeere poochy poochy~."
Where: Near the east most woods
When: Near midnight
Rating: It's Grell. Anywhere from PG to R rated fun
Summary: Gone back to get something~
the log: He couldn't bring it with him.
Not with the facade he was doing his damned beset to put up. It seemed to be working pretty nicely so far too. Of course... he never doubted his acting abilities. It was really no wonder they accepted the nervous, stammering, squeamish act so much, he had to admit, he was almost fooling himself.
Which was why it was time for a breather. First, leave the black coat behind. Second... leave the butler behind as well. He went out as the Death God tonight. He could only stand the plain brown hair and lack of freedom for so long until he had to do something.
And tonight, that something was... well, it was just recovering something.
The scythe had to stay behind. Back in the woods, where no one would find it. Grell had been mightily annoyed when he found he could just banish the thing like he normally did. Nor could he call it to his hand. It was more than just obnoxious, it was downright disconcerting.
He heaved it out of its hiding spot in the hollow of a tree, carefully inspecting it for any damage? Nothing? Good.
A rev of the engine... Good? Good. Now... what to test it out on? A tree would be an insult...
"Where are those bloody wolves when you need them?!" Slinging it over his shoulder, the redhead spun about, traipsing happily towards town.
"Hhheeeeeeere poochy poochy~."