[ Blood trails are almost the norm around these parts, although this time they do not involve an eldritch horror of any kind.
Their cause is as simple and elegant as a pickaxe to Philip's leg and the resulting wound is currently making his plan to lose his shadow in the forest and make a turn back to the mansion a lot more straining than he thought.
He falls against a tree, gasping for breath, when he hears a voice in the not-nearly-distant-enough distance. ]
So, if I'm reading your helpful little blood trail right, then you should be able to hear me now. I thought you should know that we might get some company and I know I don't have to tell you this, but do your best to look very, very innocent or the Wrath of God [ He chuckles quietly at this. ] might just strike you by accident.
...Not that that isn't a thing that could happen anyway, with or without me around. I'd tell you to listen to Clarence now, but I'm getting a little tired on wasting my time on your hopeless judgement.
[ Philip swallows and pushes himself up. ]
{My advice? Make a run for it. Not saying I wasn't havin' a blast with that other you earlier, but the homicidal tendencies towards our body are a bit of a turn-off right now, even for me. }
[ Philip steadies himself, his injured leg almost giving out on him. Then he looks around and disappears deeper into the forest. ]
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[ Blood trails are almost the norm around these parts, although this time they do not involve an eldritch horror of any kind.
Their cause is as simple and elegant as a pickaxe to Philip's leg and the resulting wound is currently making his plan to lose his shadow in the forest and make a turn back to the mansion a lot more straining than he thought.
He falls against a tree, gasping for breath, when he hears a voice in the not-nearly-distant-enough distance. ]
So, if I'm reading your helpful little blood trail right, then you should be able to hear me now. I thought you should know that we might get some company and I know I don't have to tell you this, but do your best to look very, very innocent or the Wrath of God [ He chuckles quietly at this. ] might just strike you by accident.
...Not that that isn't a thing that could happen anyway, with or without me around. I'd tell you to listen to Clarence now, but I'm getting a little tired on wasting my time on your hopeless judgement.
[ Philip swallows and pushes himself up. ]
{My advice? Make a run for it. Not saying I wasn't havin' a blast with that other you earlier, but the homicidal tendencies towards our body are a bit of a turn-off right now, even for me. }
[ Philip steadies himself, his injured leg almost giving out on him. Then he looks around and disappears deeper into the forest. ]