CW: body horror, mention of missing body parts, talk of a man-made highly infectious virus
I. Arrival
[The teenager who arrives on the shore already looks like he's been through the wringer. He's covered in scars, his left hand has blisters on it so severe some of the skin is coming off, plus there's the little details of missing both his right eye and right arm. Hook takes a while to come to himself. Being a squid had been so nice. No pain, no guilt from all the ways he's fucked up in his own world, and no sadness at missing the only family he has left in the world.
All that comes back to him in a rush but more than any of that is the alarm. He wasn't given the cure yet. He's still got the virus in his system. He's contagious. The alarm going off in his head is enough to get him to try and struggle to his feet despite being exhausted, sick to the point of near collapse, and missing one entire arm.]
Back off!
[He snarls out at those trying to help the Sleepers in a deep, growling voice that has a very distinct German accent to it. His voice is the kind that has authority to it like he's used to being obeyed. His one good eye is intense and feverish as he looks at the people around him.]
I've got a disease you really don't want to catch. Stay back and don't touch me.
[The problem is that it's airborne. Just breathing in and out here on the beach for God-only-knows how long is going to cause it to spread. He's got to get some clothes, find his prosthetic arm, and get the hell out of here, isolate himself as soon as possible. Of course, he's going to need help whether he likes it or not. Just don't get too close, he wasn't joking about that communicable disease he has.]
II. Image of the Self
[........This was the wrong day to leave the little rathole Hook found himself the first day he was here. He just looks up, down, and sideways at what's going on. Despite looking a touch surprised, he's more resigned than anything else, with a "this might as well happen" expression on his face.
He turns towards whoever might be nearby to him. Next to Hook, and looking very much like they're partially keeping him upright, is a very large crocodile. Despite the very toothy nature of the beast, they look quite friendly and have kind eyes. Hook himself dresses like something between a steampunk pirate and a soldier from the early 1900s. He looks very sick and like he shouldn't even be out of bed but he's run out of food and needed to go get more.]
Which way do you think the nearest shop is? Left, right, or up?
III. The Veins of the Tower
[As soon as Hook arrives wherever "here" is, he feels that urge to run. This isn't so different from one of the traps he and Jack faced in the Labyrinth, so he's hardly surprised there's something big and nasty he has to run from.]
Move it!
[He yells at whoever got dragged in here with him. For someone sick with a disease that should have killed him about three months ago, he's surprisingly fast. Strong too, for if the person who's with him falls a few steps behind, he'll yank them hard enough to let them get some distance between them and whatever creature is coming after the two of them. Best to keep moving quickly before it catches up.]
IV. Network Post: Voice; un: HOOK
[The voice that comes on has a distinct German accent to it, a gruff, growling voice that still has the edge of youth to it. He's slurring his words a little like perhaps he's a bit drunk. For a few moments, it sounds like he's discussing with someone how to send out a message, someone with a thin, reedy voice, likely the Omen of whoever it is trying to talk.]
I don't want to do this.
Do you have a choice? To not tell them will be far worse in the end.
You're right. So I just have to start talking and you'll somehow transit it?
That's all there is to it.
[There's a pause before he begins.]
I regret to inform whoever is listening to this that I brought with me a plague that had already infected me quite some time ago. It is airborne and is unfortunately already making its way through this city. The older a person, the quicker it will kill them. It works much stronger if the person is female as well. Sorry about bringing it with me.
[Despite the blithe sentence, Hook really does sound guilty about bringing this with him. He's manage to fuck up just by existing. That's a first for him.]
If there's any doctors or scientists about, I must speak with you immediately. The younger the better. I'll provide whatever you need to work on a cure but one must be found. If it's not, everyone in this city will be dead in two years time.
V. Wildcard!
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Captain Hook | Everland book series | Darkblood
I. Arrival
[The teenager who arrives on the shore already looks like he's been through the wringer. He's covered in scars, his left hand has blisters on it so severe some of the skin is coming off, plus there's the little details of missing both his right eye and right arm. Hook takes a while to come to himself. Being a squid had been so nice. No pain, no guilt from all the ways he's fucked up in his own world, and no sadness at missing the only family he has left in the world.
All that comes back to him in a rush but more than any of that is the alarm. He wasn't given the cure yet. He's still got the virus in his system. He's contagious. The alarm going off in his head is enough to get him to try and struggle to his feet despite being exhausted, sick to the point of near collapse, and missing one entire arm.]
Back off!
[He snarls out at those trying to help the Sleepers in a deep, growling voice that has a very distinct German accent to it. His voice is the kind that has authority to it like he's used to being obeyed. His one good eye is intense and feverish as he looks at the people around him.]
I've got a disease you really don't want to catch. Stay back and don't touch me.
[The problem is that it's airborne. Just breathing in and out here on the beach for God-only-knows how long is going to cause it to spread. He's got to get some clothes, find his prosthetic arm, and get the hell out of here, isolate himself as soon as possible. Of course, he's going to need help whether he likes it or not. Just don't get too close, he wasn't joking about that communicable disease he has.]
II. Image of the Self
[........This was the wrong day to leave the little rathole Hook found himself the first day he was here. He just looks up, down, and sideways at what's going on. Despite looking a touch surprised, he's more resigned than anything else, with a "this might as well happen" expression on his face.
He turns towards whoever might be nearby to him. Next to Hook, and looking very much like they're partially keeping him upright, is a very large crocodile. Despite the very toothy nature of the beast, they look quite friendly and have kind eyes. Hook himself dresses like something between a steampunk pirate and a soldier from the early 1900s. He looks very sick and like he shouldn't even be out of bed but he's run out of food and needed to go get more.]
Which way do you think the nearest shop is? Left, right, or up?
III. The Veins of the Tower
[As soon as Hook arrives wherever "here" is, he feels that urge to run. This isn't so different from one of the traps he and Jack faced in the Labyrinth, so he's hardly surprised there's something big and nasty he has to run from.]
Move it!
[He yells at whoever got dragged in here with him. For someone sick with a disease that should have killed him about three months ago, he's surprisingly fast. Strong too, for if the person who's with him falls a few steps behind, he'll yank them hard enough to let them get some distance between them and whatever creature is coming after the two of them. Best to keep moving quickly before it catches up.]
IV. Network Post: Voice; un: HOOK
[The voice that comes on has a distinct German accent to it, a gruff, growling voice that still has the edge of youth to it. He's slurring his words a little like perhaps he's a bit drunk. For a few moments, it sounds like he's discussing with someone how to send out a message, someone with a thin, reedy voice, likely the Omen of whoever it is trying to talk.]
I don't want to do this.
Do you have a choice? To not tell them will be far worse in the end.
You're right. So I just have to start talking and you'll somehow transit it?
That's all there is to it.
[There's a pause before he begins.]
I regret to inform whoever is listening to this that I brought with me a plague that had already infected me quite some time ago. It is airborne and is unfortunately already making its way through this city. The older a person, the quicker it will kill them. It works much stronger if the person is female as well. Sorry about bringing it with me.
[Despite the blithe sentence, Hook really does sound guilty about bringing this with him. He's manage to fuck up just by existing. That's a first for him.]
If there's any doctors or scientists about, I must speak with you immediately. The younger the better. I'll provide whatever you need to work on a cure but one must be found. If it's not, everyone in this city will be dead in two years time.
V. Wildcard!
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