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Tell me if you hate him or love him here. Anonymous is on and IP logging is off and all that good stuff.
taintedtalent: (Seen plenty of weird shit)
Figures, my luck starts turnin' fer the better and the some crazy arsonist shows up. Just when I was startin' to relax too.

[Now that Ada's here he can actually do so instead of sit around and worry about her. Of course he's still worried about Dutch too. He probably won't be happy until they're home or the whole gang is here.

Right now, Reese is investigating the burnt patches of grass through the Green. He runs his fingers through the ash before scooping a handful into his palm and letting it pour through his fingers.]


Whatever caused it I don't think it was magical. Might want to start keepin' a close eye on that tavern though.
taintedtalent: (Some serious thinking going on)
Ya know, there are times I wish I could drink without it killing me. This would be one of them.

[This is the most melancholy Reese has ever sounded. After months he's still here, and the feeling that he might not actually get out of this one is beginning to creep up on him. More than that, more than any of that, he's lonely.]

Gettin' fuckin' tired of milk.
taintedtalent: (Some serious thinking going on)
These folks been gone for weeks now. So am I the only fella thinkin' about mountin' a rescue here? If they been gone fer this long I'd say their in need of help.

[If Reese could drink you can bet that's what he would be doing right now. Since he can't, he'll go with a tall glass of milk right now.]

Dammit Nick, where'd ya get off to? Knew I should of come along.

[Here's hoping he didn't send one of the few friends he's got here off to his death.]
taintedtalent: (Some serious thinking going on)
[This won't stop bugging him. Reese should be down there helping. Instead he's sitting in his room being utterly useless. Without his medicine he can't do anything strenuous without risking an attack.

Time to call the last people he ever expected to.]


So this place has got a doctor right? I need to speak with her.

[Hopefully this doesn't bite him in the ass.]
taintedtalent: (Seen plenty of weird shit)
[Reese stands on the walls of the keep, staring off into the flat plains of red earth that seems to stretch on forever. Already he's been here longer than he likes. Dutch is missing, though he hopes she's still home and went straight to Ada when he went missing. Mad as she is, he hopes that she'll at least come looking for him.

Finally he gets out his journal and asks a few questions that have been bugging him this whole time.]


Hopin' one of ya might spare a moment fer a new arrival that's still tryin' to get the lay of the land of this place. It'd be much appreciated if ya did.

So, is there any reason no one has just walked outta the front gate? Noticed we got quite a few people here and this place doesn't look all that inescapable. Fer that matter, anyone here know where the sun's gone too? Kinda hard to tell where north is without it.
taintedtalent: (Seen plenty of weird shit)
Weddin's? Parties? Either this is one lax prison or this ain't the kind place I thought it was.

[Although whatever it is, it's got Reese very confused. Reading that note with his journal doesn't clear anything up, not to mention he doesn't believe a word of it. There's no power on Earth that can wipe out everything in one fell swoop like that.]

Now I'm more inclined the people that's been here then some piece of paper so, anyone kind enough to tell me what's goin' on here? Just what the hell is this place?
taintedtalent: (Foxes can throw snails?)
[The first thing Reese notices is that this is not the road to King's Creek. In fact he's pretty sure it's a cell. The second, and currently more important, thing he notices is this achingly empty feeling he's getting. His magic is gone, completely and utterly gone, and this horrifies him.

He fights the growing panic. First thing's first, he needs to regroup with Dutch. After a quick check of his room, he tests the door. It's unlocked. Why would it be unlocked?

Clutching his Winchester, Reese slowly pushes the door open and steps into the halls.]


Dutch. Dutch you out here?

[When he doesn't get an answer he continues moving through the barracks, calling our her name. He doesn't like it but he's got little choice. This is the most vulnerable he's ever felt. Finding her is his top priority.]

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