Blood? His? Good, then no one else suffered. Casper wakes up in an unfamiliar room, suddenly panicked by his surroundings. He hasn't been on a ship in a while, and certainly not since - well. In a while, at least. He stands and heads out into the hallway, trying to figure out what to do. It's a long hallway, almost like... a cruise ship? He's never been on a cruise ship. His dad definitely would never have paid for a cruise.
... So how is he here? He starts exploring in the dark, his raven beside him - and his eyes peering in the dark. He can at least see in the dark.
It's just a matter of what other things he can see.
Seeing is Believing
Over here! This way! He hears a voice and runs that way, only to find... nothing. Not even a ghost. He turns around and - no. No one. He frowns and continues his search, following the noises of the dead. That's got to be what they are, right? He's familiar with how a ghost sounds, after all. It's just a frustrating mess, because there's multiple voices...
It doesn't bother him that he's alone. It bothers him that he can't find the source of these voices.
Contents Worming
The worms don't bother him. The thing that bothers him is the sticky feeling - so he heads out into the rain. Worms don't like rain, right? And while he's not waterproof, the cold doesn't bother him in the slightest. Not so for his raven, who is bitterly complaining about it, loudly, to anyone who can hear and even people who can't.
If you can understand birds, it's a lot of swearing. Even if you can't, there's still a definite angry sound from the puffed-up raven.
Casper LeBlanc Jr. | Tabletop OC
Blood? His? Good, then no one else suffered. Casper wakes up in an unfamiliar room, suddenly panicked by his surroundings. He hasn't been on a ship in a while, and certainly not since - well. In a while, at least. He stands and heads out into the hallway, trying to figure out what to do. It's a long hallway, almost like... a cruise ship? He's never been on a cruise ship. His dad definitely would never have paid for a cruise.
... So how is he here? He starts exploring in the dark, his raven beside him - and his eyes peering in the dark. He can at least see in the dark.
It's just a matter of what other things he can see.
Seeing is Believing
Over here! This way! He hears a voice and runs that way, only to find... nothing. Not even a ghost. He turns around and - no. No one. He frowns and continues his search, following the noises of the dead. That's got to be what they are, right? He's familiar with how a ghost sounds, after all. It's just a frustrating mess, because there's multiple voices...
It doesn't bother him that he's alone. It bothers him that he can't find the source of these voices.
Contents Worming
The worms don't bother him. The thing that bothers him is the sticky feeling - so he heads out into the rain. Worms don't like rain, right? And while he's not waterproof, the cold doesn't bother him in the slightest. Not so for his raven, who is bitterly complaining about it, loudly, to anyone who can hear and even people who can't.
If you can understand birds, it's a lot of swearing. Even if you can't, there's still a definite angry sound from the puffed-up raven.