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[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[Henry...more or less stumbles onto the Plane.

His jeans and blue overshirt are both torn in several places and spattered with blood and gore. In his right hand is an old fire axe, also coated in blood, which he raises in front of himself defensively. He's sporting the makings of a five o'clock shadow and there are dark circles under his eyes.

After a moment of...well, nothing, he lowers the axe a little and takes a hesitant step forward.]

What...what is this place? That door—

[He looks back, but the door is gone now]

What's goin' on? I've never...

[He pauses, then sighs]

Another nightmare? Figures.

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[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[and here is the Brigadier!]

I take it you're new here...

[he eyes the blood a bit, and the ax - it pays to be wary around here, after all]

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[Henry jumps a little and whirls to face...whoever's talking. After all, everyone else is dead in Henry's reality as far as he knows.

He raises the axe again but doesn't do much more than that yet.]

Who...who are you?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier settles his hand on his gun]

Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, and I would recommend you lower your weapon.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Steady, lad. It's no nightmare. [She inspects him with an impassive face.] Though it looks like you've stumbled in from one. You hurt?

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[Henry looks wary, but he's not about to raise his axe to a woman.

...yet?]

Me? I...

[he looks down, as if he hadn't even considered it up until now]

...maybe a little. Most of this isn't mine.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Well, that's some news, at least. Now tell me, laddie--who were you making firewood of, and do I need to give you an injury or three for their sake?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

A lot of people seem to think they're dreaming when they pop up here. I wonder why that is.

Nice axe, by the way. Looks like you've been busy.

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[seeing this many people all in once place isn't doing much to convince Henry that he's not in a dream]

What? Oh...yeah. I guess.

[He self-consciously tries to hide the axe behind his back]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela'd offer to pinch him, but it's probably not wise to pinch men carrying blood-spattered axes. ]

I hope those are monster guts and not people guts you've been playing in.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ohshi— lots of blood. Ryotarou pops off the Plane without a word and comes back with a first-aid kit, but... hovers nearby, not sure if he wants to approach the guy with the ax.] U-um...

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[Henry is doing his best not to look like a caged animal at this point, but this is really starting to weird him out]

...hello?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

A-ah... mm. H-Hello. [A pause, because the guy looks a little thrown off. He tries to move back to the more pressing issue (in Ryotarou's point of view, at least) after a moment.] All that blood... Are you alright?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Have a runt long-haired tabby with a spark plug embedded in her skull trotting up to investigate you, Henry.]

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[Henry...will eye the kitty-cat warily for a bit (since the only animals he's seen recently have been monsters) and then kneel down closer. He'd put his hand out but it's still sort of bloody and whatnot :( ]

Hey there.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Taps her nose delicately against his pant leg, sneezes, and proceeds to rub her dirty self against the cloth, probably smearing blood across herself in the process. -.- She starts purring, a sound rather like an out-of-whack lawnmower.]

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent--This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light's delay.

[Flops onto her back.] I'm Cy. Who're you?


[[Lol, guess who fails at reading?]]

[madamemoiselle]

{Henry needs a vampire, absolutely! Besides, look at all that delicious blood and gore. She giggles, looking him up and down} Ne~ A new person that shows up from a scary place!

How unusual. ♥

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[clearly, a vampire is exactly what Henry needs! ...good thing he doesn't know she's a vampire yet >> ]

Um...h-hello.

[madamemoiselle]

{Presses her fingers together with a smile} So who were you murdering?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Ammy smells blood :O] Goodness! You are not injured, are you?

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[Henry does a double take, but swiftly realizes this isn't the weirdest thing he's seen today]

...no, not much anymore. Ryotarou helped me bandage most of it. The rest of the blood isn't mine.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah, then that is quite fortunate.

Not yours, hm? [She sniffs the air.] Though it's like no blood I've smelled before, and I don't scent enough darkness in you for you to be sort of murderer. Were you fighting something?

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

It's not a nightmare. You just look like you stepped out of one though. What the the hell happened to you?

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[By this point the axe is hanging loosely at Henry's side. He's pretty much given up on brandishing it at people]

The world I came from...it's full of monsters.

[contract_star]

[Hei's still a bit spacey from the Gate incident, but he's with it enough to recognize a potential thread.]

...You alright?

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[Henry pauses for a moment, then nods]

Yeah, I think so. For now.