[Adam's mouth was pressed into a thin line as he leaned over the railing of the ship, peering down at the freezing spirits. After what he'd learned at the ghostly ball, he felt even more upset about the treatment of the spirits than he would have otherwise. It wasn't fair, though things rarely were. Wasn't there a better way to power things than the energy of the dead? Were they really dead?]
Shouldn't we do something to help them?
[He couldn't help but think- what if one of the poor unfortunate souls down there was actually someone he knew. The guilt would eat him if he stood around and did nothing.]
ii. The Voyage
[The Halloween decorations were alright. Adam just didn't feel very festive right now. It was hard to feel like celebrating anything when everything seemed so awful. He steered clear of the bar, and though he lingered near the theatre for a while, he eventually ended up in the arcade.
It was familiar and almost comforting, and easier to lose himself in a game or two of pinball than it was to sit around and do nothing. He wasn't very good at the last part; he'd always been someone who'd preferred action. Doing nothing felt like wasting time and time was a valuable resource.]
iii. Reach Up High
[True to his earlier sentiment, Adam did what he could for the spirits who made it on board. He wrapped a blanket around the shoulders of a young woman spirit before handing her a cup of warm tea. He didn't know if spirits could drink anything, but he figured it was the thought that counted. He even made sure she had the energy to hold the cup before he fully let go of it.]
There you go. This will help you feel better.
iv. Follow Me Down II
[He hadn't thought anything of the chocolates he'd taken--or rather, he did, but everything else he'd eaten so far on the ship had been innocent enough. He hadn't been able to detect anything off about the chocolates before eating a few, particularly mint chocolate and one filled with liqueur. One hit him before the other and before he knew it, his body from the waist down was rearranging itself.
It was a familiar change, and he scrambled to get his shoes off before his feet turned into hooves. His knees bent the wrong way now but his pants still fit--barely--and there was soft white fur covering his legs. At least he didn't have a tail.]
Oh, for fuck's sake, not this again.
[He muttered, dropping his shoes next to him to cover his face for a moment.]
v. Wildcard
[ooc: come at me with another idea! I'll also match prose :3]
Adam Parrish (CRAU) | The Raven Cycle | OTA
[Adam's mouth was pressed into a thin line as he leaned over the railing of the ship, peering down at the freezing spirits. After what he'd learned at the ghostly ball, he felt even more upset about the treatment of the spirits than he would have otherwise. It wasn't fair, though things rarely were. Wasn't there a better way to power things than the energy of the dead? Were they really dead?]
Shouldn't we do something to help them?
[He couldn't help but think- what if one of the poor unfortunate souls down there was actually someone he knew. The guilt would eat him if he stood around and did nothing.]
ii. The Voyage
[The Halloween decorations were alright. Adam just didn't feel very festive right now. It was hard to feel like celebrating anything when everything seemed so awful. He steered clear of the bar, and though he lingered near the theatre for a while, he eventually ended up in the arcade.
It was familiar and almost comforting, and easier to lose himself in a game or two of pinball than it was to sit around and do nothing. He wasn't very good at the last part; he'd always been someone who'd preferred action. Doing nothing felt like wasting time and time was a valuable resource.]
iii. Reach Up High
[True to his earlier sentiment, Adam did what he could for the spirits who made it on board. He wrapped a blanket around the shoulders of a young woman spirit before handing her a cup of warm tea. He didn't know if spirits could drink anything, but he figured it was the thought that counted. He even made sure she had the energy to hold the cup before he fully let go of it.]
There you go. This will help you feel better.
iv. Follow Me Down II
[He hadn't thought anything of the chocolates he'd taken--or rather, he did, but everything else he'd eaten so far on the ship had been innocent enough. He hadn't been able to detect anything off about the chocolates before eating a few, particularly mint chocolate and one filled with liqueur. One hit him before the other and before he knew it, his body from the waist down was rearranging itself.
It was a familiar change, and he scrambled to get his shoes off before his feet turned into hooves. His knees bent the wrong way now but his pants still fit--barely--and there was soft white fur covering his legs. At least he didn't have a tail.]
Oh, for fuck's sake, not this again.
[He muttered, dropping his shoes next to him to cover his face for a moment.]
v. Wildcard
[ooc: come at me with another idea! I'll also match prose :3]