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Discussion in 'Silverwood' started by Robert Small, Oct 1, 2017.

  1. Robert Small

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    September 13th, Year 7
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    Robert couldn't believe he was dealing with this shit. His feet fell too heavily on the pavement as he stormed back to his parking spot. He considered lighting up another cigarette to help with his nerves, but there was no point. It wasn't going to help. The new guy in town had made his bed, his shitty, awful bed on an expensive-ass yacht, and now he was going to lie in it. Joseph was the scum of the Earth. He knew that. Why didn't anyone else know that? Why didn't his friend see that? Oh, he knew why. He definitely knew why. It was because he was the scum of the Earth too. Robert mentally slapped himself for not being able to see it before. Only someone shitty like him would go for someone like Joseph. This guy was a homewrecker, making bad shit even worse for Mary, Joseph's wife, and ripping open old wounds for Robert...

    That's what he got for having a bleeding fucking heart. He should've known better by now. It was better to just shut people out. That way they don't worm themselves in and then run off with the guy who plunged a metaphorical knife into your back. Robert didn't deserve his disgusting compassion anyway. Who was he kidding? He was a terrible person too. At least he knew he was a terrible person though, unlike those two who pretended they were so normal and pure and well-meaning. It didn't make him a good person, but it did make him a less awful person. Still, an awful person was an awful person. It was better that they weren't awful together. Maybe he shouldn't expose his own awfulness to his daughter again, Robert considered. Val was reaching out, trying to rekindle a relationship with him, but did she deserve to be brought into this mess? No. He was still a human disaster. He didn't deserve her. Maybe he'd ignore her message, let her come to Maple Bay and go back to Brooklyn without even catching a glimpse of her. The new guy had decided he wasn't worth dealing with, so why should Val be forced to deal with him too?

    Damn, he needed a drink.

    The good news was he was on his way back to check in on Mary. The woman was at the house alone with those four creepy kids of her's and Joseph's. The least he could do was be there as a drinking buddy. After a bottle or two of wine, he bet they'd feel much better. If they were lucky, maybe they'd still be drunk when Joseph chickened out and came crawling back to her, pieces of the heart of the new guy still stuck on his shoe from when he stomped on it. With hands still shaking from anger, Robert pulled his keys out of his leather jacket's pocket. As he grew closer to his beat-up old truck, tiny paws suddenly started scratching against the glass of the window. Betsy rubbed her wet nose against the glass, eager for the driver-side door to open up so she could greet her best friend. Well, at least there was still one living thing in this world that gave a damn about him.

    Before he could even unlock the door, something suddenly shot up from the ground and grabbed him around the wrist. His keys clattered to the ground. "What the hell?!" he snarled. Where those vines? They seemed like black vines, but they acted like they had a mind of their own. Before he knew it, more were shooting up, wrapping around his legs and his waist. Something primal clicked in his brain and it felt like a fire rushed through him. He didn't know what this was, but it was something supernatural and like hell was he going to let some paranormal bullshit kill him like this! He went to reach a hand into his jacket to whip out a trust pocket knife, but to no avail. The vines weren't giving him any slack, no matter how hard he tugged.

    Which was saying something, because the moment he heard Betsy yelp and saw the black vines inside the truck and wrapping around her too, he started fighting like a man with nothing to lose.

    "OH HELL NO!" he bellowed. "Get your filthy, paranormal-ass hands off of my dog!!" Before he could follow up on the threat, Robert suddenly felt like his feet were going out from him. He let out one last defiant yell (that came out just in time to synchronize with Betsy's terrified yelp), before they were both sucked into what felt like nothingness.

    And then, there was light. Dim, shady light, but light. Robert lurched forward and suddenly had to steady himself, not prepared for the newfound freedom. The moment he felt the ground underneath him, he finally retrieved his knife with barely any thought at all. He frantically turned about, looking all around him for something to fight. He found nothing. Whatever it was, it was gone. It had apparently let go of Betsy too, who was now frantically running to her owner, whimpering and tucking her sorry excuse for a tail between her legs.

    "It's alright girl. I'm not gonna let anything hurt you," he promised. He crouched down to reassuringly pet her with his free hand. The other hand was still clenched in a death-grip on his knife. Robert looked around him. The marina was gone. His truck was gone. All he could see were trees and grass. The autumn foliage would've been beautiful, had he not just been attacked by god-knows what.

    "Just what the actual fuck is all this?..."
     
  2. Count Olaf

    Count Olaf A Series of Unfortunate Events

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    Some people were just far too curious for their own good, some gossip columnist had decided to snoop around his factory and found the Quantum processing section and saw what he was actually using in it. But it seemed that while he was smart enough to sneak past security he was stupid enough to use his real name in the shakedown and demand a ridiculously low amount of money for a blackmail scheme. That was the part that insulted Olaf the most really, did he think so lowly of Olaf that he'd consider such a low amount. Either way he agreed to meet in Silverwood for the drop. He underestimated Olaf again of course thinking he was a frail old man. He didn't even need to use the totem and shred him with the power of a werewolf instead all he had to do was strangle the man with his bare hands.

    Olaf may look bony but he was strong for his age and murder was more of a pastime for him. And the best part of strangulation, easy clean up. He took the film off the man and dug the grave (why the idiot didn't ask why he had a shovel was another thing entirely). With the grave filled in and his company safe Olaf was trudging home through the forest, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one had witnessed his murder.

    Then he smelt them a man and his mutt, his werewolf senses still stayed somewhat with him when he wasn't using the totems power. With a snarl he approached the two and leaned against a tree. He had to make sure they hadn't heard anything and had to be dealt with as well. "Hello, hello, hello."
     
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    Robert's question hadn't been directed at anyone in particular, and yet somebody answered him. With his nerves as raw as they were, he flinched at the noise. His grip tightened on his knife. He turned his head and caught sight of who had answered him. It was a man, a scrawny and older looking man to boot. A frustrated sigh escaped Robert's lips. Still, he told himself not to let his guard down. Whatever had just happened to him, it was not of this world. He wasn't sure who or what he could trust right now.

    Apparently, neither did Betsy. The Boston terrier quickly snapped her attention to the stranger and took a cautionary sniff to the air. She didn't like what she smelled. Something smelled weird about him. Something was off. Very off. He smelled like dirt and dog and... other things. Betsy's ears swiveled back, and she hid herself behind her owner's strong legs. She lowered her body and let out a small whine. Robert noticed it right away. It was weird, to say the least. Betsy usually ran up to greet strangers, jumping all over them and running in eager circles until they pet her. He could've chalked this up to her being still shaken up from what just happened, but...

    There were very few people in this world that Robert fully trusted. His dog was one of them. He did not take her reaction lightly.

    "Hey," Robert replied. His voice was tense. His whole body was still tense. Suspicion read loud and clear in his eyes. He did, however, lower the knife. Holding up a knife to a stranger was usually frowned upon (but he wasn't at the point of putting it away quite yet).

    "You didn't see something with weird, black tentacles leave here, did you?" Robert cut right to the chase. He didn't give a damn about appearances or sounding crazy. He knew what had happened to him and screw this weird-looking guy if he chose not to believe him. He'd always believed in cryptids, in hunting them down and finding out the truth. What had happened to him had been undeniably super natural, and he needed to get to the bottom of this. He'd already ruled out the Dover Ghost. If it had been the Dover Ghost, they certainly would've been dead.

    "Something just appeared out of nowhere, dragged me and my dog here, and ran off like a coward before I could get a good look at it! I need to that thing and give it a piece of my mind..." he growled. "Not to mention find out just what the hell happened!"
     
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    Count Olaf A Series of Unfortunate Events

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    Olaf pouted a little at the dog, damn mutts always threatening to give up his little secret. If this one did prove to be a big enough problem he had to use the totem he'd just eat him whole after he'd torn apart he human Rottweiler with the knife. But he seemed more cautious then outright hostile so he wasn't sure he'd actually seen him commit the murder or was just smart enough to know that Olaf was not to be underestimated. He preferred the second mostly because it meant someone else saw his limitless potential for homicide. Even if he wanted to try and use that knife Olaf had one of his own and his was bigger. Olaf laughed and clapped at the man's question oh he finally got to be the welcoming crew for once. Oh joyous day he'd been hoping to get this opportunity. "The tentacled beast you seek is..."He hopped off the roots of the tree and motioned to around them.

    "All around us, this is Pandora and well it's a collector and we're the nick nacks it likes to collect from all over the multiverse and drops us off right here and I am Count Olaf, actor, genius, Cola expert, and Businessman." Olaf smiled a wolffish grin his teeth slightly larger than an average man's should be thanks to the totem but still slightly yellow and rotten looking, his hygiene had only marginally improved with his new found wealthy lifestyle. His shiny eyes focused on the dog once more. "Quite the sheepish hound."
     
  5. Robert Small

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    Robert's eyes narrowed as the man seemed to have a joyous reaction to his strongly worded question. He wasn't sure if he was laughing at his question or his situation, but either way, screw him. At least the odd stranger seemed inclined to answer his question. The answer that Robert got was not what he had expected, not by a long shot.

    Robert's brief look of disdain instantly switched over to shock, his brain obviously trying to make any sense of what had been revealed to him. Just what was he getting at? This whole place was the reason why he was here? Then he went and dropped a word like "multiverse" (he didn't give a crap about anything else that came after it), and Robert's head started spinning. He'd always believed in creatures that might be dubbed "supernatural", simply because some hot shot scientist hadn't found said creature yet and decided that it "existed". Multiverses though? He had thought about pocket dimensions, but he'd never put too much thought into it. Then again, if he thought cryptozoology was legit, then who was to say there weren't other things in the universe beyond their understanding...

    Still, believing it or not believing it didn't change the fact that all this madness was happening to him right here and right now. This was definitely a much more surreal experience than being out in the middle of the woods and hearing something let out a guttural howl in the distance. He might've been a believer, but it was still beyond his comprehension.

    Before his thoughts could spiral any further, this "Count Olaf" suddenly changed the topic. Robert's eyebrows raised a bit, and he looked down at the dog in question. Betsy still wasn't taking her big brown eyes off of their new friend. She didn't seem eager to leave Robert's side either. In fact, she was still pressed up against the back of his legs, her body tense. A look of suspicion crept its way onto Robert's face.

    "She usually isn't," Robert pointed out bluntly. Usually she was the friendliest, goofiest looking dog on the block. Not only that, but he frequently took her for walks in cemeteries and wooded areas in the hope that they'd run into something strange and unusual. It never really went anywhere, but he liked to think that Betsy had some concept that they were hunting something beyond them. He wasn't sure what got her worked up like this (again, maybe it was just the transition that spooked her), but he wasn't taking any chances. He bent down and briefly gave a reassuring scratch behind her ear. Betsy leaned into his touch. "She is smart as a whip though." Whether that was a warning or not would be left up to Count Olaf.

    "But let's go back to that Pandora thing," Robert said firmly, straightening back up again. His expression was all business, laced with an undertone of growing confusion and anger. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that something is just plucking people out of the 'multiverse' and putting them..." Robert looked around at the trees and foliage around him. "Wherever the hell this is! Where exactly are we anyway?! Are we anywhere near Maple Bay, or is this... Somewhere else entirely?" This was where being a selective believer would be a benefit. It at least left him open to the idea that maybe, just possibly, this was all actually true.
     
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  6. Count Olaf

    Count Olaf A Series of Unfortunate Events

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    Count Olaf kept his smile but his eyes narrowed at the smart as a whip comment, so he was figuring out something was up was he? Too bad Olaf was the only one he had around to explain anything not that trying to walk away would work Olaf would just follow along. And it seemed he had to elaborate more because the man seemed to believe Pandora and their location were two separate things when in reality it seemed that they were one in the same. "No no no we're nowhere near anywhere Pandora is where you are, it's the world and it just pulls whoever it wants wherever it wants from wherever and whenever it wants them from. And just drops them here. Not always on the ground, I once had to duck out of the way of a rather large man falling from ten feet up. Broke his legs completely." That part had made Olaf laugh but he thought he'd keep that to himself for now.

    He stepped down and approached but still kept a comfortable distance between the two of them and the mutt. "Now now....this may all be a little much to take in but you are nowhere near home in fact you'll probably be stuck here for the foreseeable future." He shrugged. "Or you'll suddenly disappear presumably back home who knows?"
     
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  7. Robert Small

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    Robert's eyes narrowed and the wrinkles in his brow deepened the more Count Olaf spoke. It didn't make sense. How the hell could you be "nowhere near anywhere"? Unless... Unless they were in another world entirely. It'd make sense between what he was trying to say now and about the whole "multiverse" thing he said earlier. It was hard to believe. Hell, it'd seem impossible, but Robert Small knew better. "Impossible" usually just meant that no one discovered it or figured it out yet. Being so fascinated with cryptids and the supernatural meant that sometimes the impossible was very much possible. This though was one of those harder things to believe, even if it was literally staring him in the face, and even if the tentacles had physically grabbed him in plain sight. And yet, here they were. Robert's head was starting to pound just from trying to sort it all out, when Count Olaf suddenly recounted the story of someone else having a much more unfortunate entrance than he did. He let out a humorless snort, expression twisting a bit as he pictured it. At least he didn't have it as bad as that poor bastard did. That was one thing to be thankful for.

    Speaking of things being worse though, Count Olaf also suddenly starting saying some crap about not being able to go back (or maybe suddenly disappearing instead). He said it with a shrug as if it were nothing. Robert's frown deepened, and it felt like something hit him in the gut. He barely understood what that meant, but he definitely wasn't liking the way this was sounding.

    "Alright. Let me see if I'm getting all this straight," he began. His voice was tense, laced with shock and anger threatening to rear their ugly heads any second. "You're telling me that we're in some kind of... pocket dimension, and that I'm just stuck here?" Robert shot the older man an incredulous look. "And this 'Pandora' place has picked up a bunch of other people too, but no one's figured a way out of here?" Now that part seemed the most unbelievable. This place might've been able to drag people in, but who in their right mind would've just sat back and let it keep them there? Unless, of course, they didn't have a choice, but there had to be a way out. If they could get in, they could get out. It was just how things worked.

    Other people might've sat back and accepted it, but Robert didn't think he'd be one of them. As much as he wanted to explore the unusual and learn more about it, he needed to get back to Maple Bay. He needed to get back to... To what exactly? He thought about it for a moment. This was usually where people would think about those most important to them, people who would miss them too much if they were to just disappear, but... Robert couldn't think of anyone who would miss him if he vanished. Mary might miss her best friend in her hour of need, but she had enough going on as it was. He was sure dealing with her unfaithful jackass of a husband would be her primary concern for a while, not to mention that she was made of tougher stuff and would get by no matter what. His new friend? Pfft, yeah right. A few days ago, Robert might've felt guilty about dropping out of his life for good (though he had to be used to Robert's lengthy periods of not talking to anyone by this point). Now though, he didn't give a shit. His friend clearly didn't give a shit about him, leading him on, leading Mary on, and then running off to play homewrecker with Joseph and acting all innocent about it. Screw him. He didn't care enough to consider Robert's feelings, so why would he care if he vanished? But what about his own daughter? Val had tried to reach out to him, made an effort to talk and see if starting over was even an option, but...

    Val deserved better. She didn't need a drunk, miserable, unlovable loner in her life. She'd been smart enough to figure that out when she graduated college and cut her neglectful father right out of her life. She might've wanted to make amends now, but she had no idea what she was getting back into. Maybe it was better off this way. Maybe Robert didn't have anything tying him to Maple Bay after all. His anger started to ebb away into something worse. He suddenly needed a drink. Betsy, as if detecting her owner's turmoil, let out a quiet whine.

    "And assuming that's all true and I'm not hallucinating this," That was a very real possibility with him. "What the hell am I supposed to do then?" he continued. His voice was still sharp, but some of the anger had lost its heat. He folded his arms across his chest. "Please tell me there's more to this place than just standing around in the damn woods."