[Just wanted to give a heads up if you haven’t figured it out already, but life is kicking my ass. I had the surgery and that’s all well, but I’m not healing too well and that’s really hurting my attempt to fix my shit with school.]
[So as much as I really, really, REALLY,want to do (or continue) some amazing horror RPs, I…I really need to hunker down and do all I can to pass these classes.]
dave? is that you? it's me. actually, i have no idea where am. it's not so bad though. they're worshipping me as a god here because i have the biggest dick they've ever seen. knowing our track record with this sort of thing, they're probably going to try and sacrifice me to whatever evil god they worship, so i'm gonna get the hell out of here. meet me at the safe house in about an hour.
Cecil listened to his explanation with a little bite to his lower lip, his chest felt like it was going to explode. He felt like he was going to dry up and hide. It was a scary feeling, and Cecil shoved it away for the time.
He regarded Dave taking off his socks and shoes with a twist of his face, and a confused hum, before he shoved his head at him, and he blinked at his tattoo, raising an eyebrow. For a moment, he figured it was neat they had matching tattoos, then it set in, and he quietly muttered “oh”, and glanced to the floor. “Yes, I… see it.”
"Mine just… appeared. After a horrible nightmare. I have nightmares I usually cannot remember the next day." That was because he harmed himself until he passed out from blood loss and his new tattoos covered it. "But I remember being so scared." He rubbed the back of his head a bit. "Anyway, I don’t think of them that much. They usually have their own meaning. I’ve never had anyone tell me what they were about until now.
Dave nodded slowly, watching the other as they took it in and gave their own thoughts. He understood the feeling, but it only worried him more.
"I guess the question is…if it was a dream or not." He glanced off, clearing his throat. "When mine, uh, appeared, there was a lot of missing time before hand. I got home from work and then suddenly it was a half an hour later and I had my gun in my hand.”
Shifting awkwardly, he glanced around the room for any sort of clues. Anything. He wasn’t really sure where this was going.
Waiting patiently as David fumbled with his phone, Gregory took the time to “tidy” himself up. Popping his collar and smoothing down creases, he took his time making sure he was well groomed for… well, no particular reason. It just irked him to be so dirty, and since there was a bit of free time, he’d might as well take it to get rid of the specks of hair and dirt which stained his clothing.
It was only until David’s cellular device started to ring that Gregory halted his nitpicking, his eyes glancing up and widening just slightly in confusion. “Is that… suppose to happen?” He asked, curiosity filling his tone. If it wasn’t obvious enough, Greg had no knowledge on cell phones, so watching David’s reaction as the odd piece of technology buzzed certainly made him feel a bit hesitant.
"David—" He paused, having finally hear the odd sounds coming from above, and almost instinctively, he clenched his fists tightly, until the knuckles crackled and popped.
Tilting his head up, brows furrowed and a small bead of sweat trailed down the side of his brow, he stood in silence, puzzled.
Whatever it was, it was certainly larger than a rat. Perhaps a raccoon? But what would such a thing be doing in the ceiling, let alone a hospital. His stomach churned, and the more the sound carried on, the more tense he became.
He moved his arm slowly and gave the shorter man a little nudge, giving him only a brief glance in hopes David would understand what he wanted. If not, Gregory made sure his open palm was noticeable, but not a word came from the man.
Waiting, the dark-skinned man twitched his fingers, keeping his gaze heavily focused above him, and waiting for David to react.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too late.
Dave continued to stare at the ceiling and try to pinpoint just where or what this thing was. He wasn’t even paying much attention to Greg until the other nudged him. “Yeah…” He kept his voice low, grabbing the bag as the thumping became banging, the scraping became clawing.
It wants to join in on the fun, huh?
Grabbing the handle of the machete, he gave Greg a glance, making sure he was ready before heading to the door. He had this odd, coiling feeling deep in his chest that he wasn’t sure of. Be it dread or something else, it probably wasn’t good.
He pushed the door open and headed back out into the hallway.
Cecil blinked and shook his head, the name made something squirm inside him. Like tendrils reaching and curling and squeezing his stomach. He felt his heart leap in his throat, and tried to swallow it down, his head tilting.
"I…I don’t think so, but it feels me with the strangest sense of dread.”
Dave nodded slightly, letting out a weary sigh. “Korrok, uh, technically, from what I’ve learned…is some kind of God…monster that comes mostly from something of Egyptian culture but pretty much leaked into everything else like spilled ink. He’s the son of Kuk, who’s the holder of chaos or something.” He paused, making sure he was getting things right.
"…He’s called the destroyer, the slavemaster, the consumer of worlds and he’s…kinda greedy. He marks what he claims as his and…” David made a face to himself, deciding once again, if the next step was wise.
And then he did something that would probably seem strange in its suddenness. David took off his shoes and socks, looked under both feet and frowned slightly. “It was…originally under my foot, but it’s been moving lately.” He scratched behind his left ear in thought and then stopped.
"…Tell me if you see anything." Turning his head and pushing his ear forward for the other to get a better look, he allowed Cecil to take a look at his own mark, almost exactly like the other’s, resting in its second most common place behind his ear.
Cecil blinked and poked the odd shaped, and oddly colored, mark on his rips, blinking in confusion at it. He tilted his head a bit and watched Dave with a wary gaze, his shoulders slumping a little. The dragon that had scuttled from the light swirled and curled back up to his chest and hung there for a moment, yawning and climbing back on his sleeve.
"What is it?" His voice wavered, a little afraid to ask. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
He paused for a little longer than was comfortable, pondering if it was really a good idea to talk about it, considering. Matching tattoos! Biting his lip slightly, he moved to get a better look at it. Definitely the same.
"I do not, the runes are a mystery to me." He blinked, and noticed him focusing on one mark in particular, the strange rune which reminded him of mathematics, when he had shown Carlos it, he had brushed it off as Pi, a nonrepeating, nonterminating mathematical decimal.
"Usually they come in my sleep, after my nightmares." He smiled a little and watched him. "…Why? Do you know what some of them mean? I mean, obviously my tendrils are my tendrils, and the cloud, That’s the Ｇ Ｌ Ｏ Ｗ Ｃ Ｌ Ｏ Ｕ Ｄ Ａ Ｌ Ｌ Ｈ Ａ Ｉ Ｌ." He smiled, as if that outburst had never happened, and said tattoo started to flash violently, before slowing back down.
Dave couldn’t help smiling despite himself, watching the other burst with something of a sudden excitement as the said “Glow Cloud” began to flash. He seemed pretty enthusiastic about it.
He shook his head. “Well…sort of… The “K” looking thing. Or the thing that looks like the symbol for Pi on its rear end… It’s not actually Pi, if I’m right. Or a K.” David wrinkled his nose slightly in thought. “Well, I guess it could be a K…” Are you a cave baby, Mr Cecil?
Cecil stood up and made eye contact with Dave for a moment, before he pulled off his sweatervest, and then unbuttoned his shirt, more and more runes and vines being exposed. A cloud pulsed light on his back, slow and steady, with a colorful “ALL HAIL” underneath it. A large mural of void tendrils covered his entire back, expect for the cloud tattoo.
On his chest, runs curled out from a purple eye, right under his left ribs, a small sideways Pi symbol in blue ink glowed, out of place with the curling black runes. On his left arm, a dragon curled around a cactus startled and ran up his arm, and away from Dave’s sight.
Dave couldn’t help a small smile, looking over the colorful patterns and illustrations on the other. His head tilted slightly and he followed the patterns until his eyes landed on an all too familiar symbol; like Pi, but knocked over.
He stared at it for a moment and did his best to keep that smile in place, looking up at the other. No need to show any concern. “You said these…came to you, right? Do you know what they all mean?”
[[To those who are new to interacting with Dave, when things are in italics, it tends to be in inner dialog that I’m not sure he himself is fully aware of. It’s usually the more…darker side of him to put it simply.]]