thenightmarebegins: (starry)
[This voice message is less voice and more... the sound of bells. Bells that are light and jingly, with perhaps just a little bit of an ominous tone underneath that. Anyone with magical backgrounds- the same as with for Tinker Bell- can understand the words, but for anyone else they'll just hear him talk in the bell sound. Vincent has no idea yet, of course.]

It will only last a week... if we're fortunate.

[Of all the things to become, it had to be this. No monster, oddly enough, but a tiny little fairy. At the moment he's somewhere around town right in the middle of one of the paths. He's wearing his bandana wrapped around him toga-style. Vincent is making a futile attempt to pick up at least his journal and his gun and bring them along with him... but getting airborne is proving to be a challenge and he's sprinkling pixie dust all over.]
thenightmarebegins: (chaos rising)
...I must rest.

[A tense and weary Vincent wanders through town with his gun drawn as if he's expecting a threat to approach at any second. He's heading toward his building, but he can be bothered at any point along the way.]

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Jun. 16th, 2010 05:18 am
thenightmarebegins: (wish you were here)
[Vincent opens his journal with the intent to leave a message, but becomes lost in thought soon after.]

[It's taken this long to acknowledge that Lucrecia really isn't here because the universe hates Vincent. :| Actually meaning that he's been seeing signs of her presence all this time, like she's slept in her bed and has left her things around the apartment. Part of him also wanted to cling to those delusions. Despite knowing they're still the Malnosso's tricks, it's easier to believe in that than the truth.]


...gone...

[He says more along with that, but it's largely incoherent. There's definitely something in there about failure, but it'd be hard to make out. It goes silent a little longer. Then he speaks up once more.]

The more time I spend in this place, the less I understand it. I will be... away from town, for a while.

[...As if there are many places he could go. Even so. He shuts the journal swiftly after that.]
thenightmarebegins: (bang bang bang)
[Vincent is avoiding people at the moment, but he's restless and in need of focusing on something, so he's doing just that... in the form of target practice in the barracks. An early/late enough time should be fine to avoid people, or so he thinks.]

[Since he has no idea what the Malnosso look like, he's envisioning the next best thing- Hojo!- as the target that he's shooting at. This is clearly seen in the thought bubble above his head.]


[This next part gets picked up by the journal nearby, as well: The sound of eerie whispers, groans, and growls. There are four voices, all of them clearly inhuman and all speaking at once. Sometimes one voice rises above the others, sometimes it's hard to pick out just one individual among them. A demonic laugh drowns them out for a moment, before a fifth voice suddenly breaks in...]

(...Be silent.)
thenightmarebegins: (shooter)
[Vincent is dressed in the creepiest bunny outfit EVER, setting up a table of various arts and crafts somewhere in a random elementary-grade classroom in the school.]

[Except all of the crafts and paintings that he's made so far are all ...disturbing and depressing things, as if they were spawned from nightmares, and look like they were all cut by a chainsaw to make them. They were.]


The time has come... for arts and crafts.

[The statement has never sounded so ominous before.]
thenightmarebegins: (serious business face.)
New feathers, breaking the typical pattern of arrival... This means something.

[Vincent can be seen heading throughout town in his typical quiet broody fashion. He's more than a little suspicious about what's happening and what might come of it next, so will be keeping a close eye on things.]

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