ARRIVAL Upon waking, Cabal quickly assess his situation. On the bright side, his body was human and it no longer felt like he was dying. On the less bright side, this was most certainly not where he passed out. Was he somehow back in the Dreamlands, or someplace else entirely? Cabal was used to all things odd and supernatural, so he wasn't surprised, but he did just have a very trying experience and he really wasn't in the mood for another one so soon.
The distant rustling sounds send him on his way before he gets to fully examine the bag, which only adds to his annoyance. At least they (whoever "they" are) had left him the Webley.
When the rustling returns, much closer this time, Cabal immediately turns around toward the sound, gun at hand.
"Who's there? I'll have you know my patience is worn so thin it long since snapped; if you do not step out this instance, I will shoot."
A real charmer, this one.
WISHING WELL It seems simply enough – pay a coin, make a wish. However, Cabal knows such things have always some sort of trick, like backfiring horribly if one doesn't use precise words. So he makes sure to phrase his request succinctly and carefully:
"My Gladstone bag, and its entire content as I had with me before I ended up here."
Unfortunately, using precise work didn't work, and Cabal is now convinced that the after mentioned "they" are most likely playing a joke on him and everybody else.
""Oi! Is that you again, Cabal? And who's there with you?"
The well gave him one item that was in his bag. Said item is a flaming, chatty skull.
TWO WEEKS IN Cabal hates being toyed with; he wishes the creature would come out and get it over with. He'd like to say a few things to it, mainly that its provocations are obvious and clichéd.
Then he'll kill it. It's only rational to eliminate this thing before it gets sick of playing and kills them first, but also - the obvious and clichéd provocations have the nerve to work. Cabal refuses to believe this is really her blood stained scarf, but that doesn't make it any less insulting.
You as well?" He nods at someone else picking at a chewed-on souvenir. "I wonder if ignoring it will make it show itself faster? It seems to be aiming for a reaction."
Johannes Cabal | The Johannes Cabal series | OTA, will match format
Upon waking, Cabal quickly assess his situation. On the bright side, his body was human and it no longer felt like he was dying. On the less bright side, this was most certainly not where he passed out. Was he somehow back in the Dreamlands, or someplace else entirely? Cabal was used to all things odd and supernatural, so he wasn't surprised, but he did just have a very trying experience and he really wasn't in the mood for another one so soon.
The distant rustling sounds send him on his way before he gets to fully examine the bag, which only adds to his annoyance. At least they (whoever "they" are) had left him the Webley.
When the rustling returns, much closer this time, Cabal immediately turns around toward the sound, gun at hand.
"Who's there? I'll have you know my patience is worn so thin it long since snapped; if you do not step out this instance, I will shoot."
A real charmer, this one.
WISHING WELL
It seems simply enough – pay a coin, make a wish. However, Cabal knows such things have always some sort of trick, like backfiring horribly if one doesn't use precise words. So he makes sure to phrase his request succinctly and carefully:
"My Gladstone bag, and its entire content as I had with me before I ended up here."
Unfortunately, using precise work didn't work, and Cabal is now convinced that the after mentioned "they" are most likely playing a joke on him and everybody else.
""Oi! Is that you again, Cabal? And who's there with you?"
The well gave him one item that was in his bag. Said item is a flaming, chatty skull.
TWO WEEKS IN
Cabal hates being toyed with; he wishes the creature would come out and get it over with. He'd like to say a few things to it, mainly that its provocations are obvious and clichéd.
Then he'll kill it. It's only rational to eliminate this thing before it gets sick of playing and kills them first, but also - the obvious and clichéd provocations have the nerve to work. Cabal refuses to believe this is really her blood stained scarf, but that doesn't make it any less insulting.
You as well?" He nods at someone else picking at a chewed-on souvenir. "I wonder if ignoring it will make it show itself faster? It seems to be aiming for a reaction."