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So what did I miss?; OTA
Who: Rorschach and YOU!
What: Rorschach returns from his trek into the wilderness with Methuselah
When: Early March
Where: Around Milton or at one of his hideouts
Content Warnings: Rorschach's usual extreme right-wing views, possible emeto due to stomach flu, homophobia, gat slurs, and Rorschach being lit on fire (as one does) in the thread with Hickey and Billy
A. Returning From Traveling
Rorschach was determined to protect the Interlopers as best he could. But he'd grown up in a completely urban setting, so there was many things that he hadn't learned. To that end, he abruptly left town one day without a word to seek out the old man who called himself Methuselah in the wilderness. Social skills had never been his strong suit. He asked if the wise man could teach the vigilante how to track animals and people. He agreed and so Rorschach spent weeks out in the woods, freezing and miserable but learning the skills he had wanted. He learned how to spot the signs that someone or something had passed through an area: broken branches left by their passing, footprints in the snow, places where moss had been scraped off of rocks or trees. He only came back to town when he felt he'd learned all that he could for the moment. Besides, if he stayed out there long enough, he was bound to lose a finger or something the way Edward already had.
Alas, there was a price to pay. He was pretty sure some of the meat that he had eaten in the last few days with the old man hadn't been cooked thoroughly enough. Or maybe it had been the mushrooms. Or maybe something in the water. He had no way to be sure. But in any case, Rorschach was sick as a dog for two weeks after he returned. Pretty much bedridden during this time and only able to really keep liquids down, it would have been easy for people to still think he had disappeared, possibly for good. If any of those who considered themselves to be his friends looked in his hideouts, they'd find him barely functional.
If not, it would be another two weeks before he reappeared. At that point, it wouldn't have been out of the question for people to think he was dead or had just disappeared like some of the Interlopers. But nope. The town weirdo lived! One random night, people would find him perched back on the rooftops like nothing had ever happened, silent and watching them as usual. Or someone might hear some purple prose rambling coming from his mind. "This place never seems to change. It's like an hourglass turned on its side. The sands remain but are unable to keep moving any longer. Wonder what they've all been getting up to while I'm away. Sowing chaos and corruption if the worst keeps happening. At least it doesn't look like anyone else has dropped dead like what happened with La'an..."
B. Of Fair Fortune
"Not again," Rorschach groaned when he saw another mysterious animal coming at him through the woods. At this point, the animals had been a sold fifty-fifty on whether they were helpful or harmful, so it was really a coin's toss as to if this would turn out alright or blow up like the Hindenburg. But his mood towards this particular one was prejudiced by the fact it was a dog. He didn't like dogs thanks to his own personal trauma with the animals. The last dog had led people into misfortune and he wasn't sure this one wasn't going to do so either.
He'd turn to whoever was nearby and out in the woods for whatever reason. "Not following that thing," he growled out. It was going to take quite a bit of convincing to let the plant-dog lead the vigilante anywhere.
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What: Rorschach returns from his trek into the wilderness with Methuselah
When: Early March
Where: Around Milton or at one of his hideouts
Content Warnings: Rorschach's usual extreme right-wing views, possible emeto due to stomach flu, homophobia, gat slurs, and Rorschach being lit on fire (as one does) in the thread with Hickey and Billy
A. Returning From Traveling
Rorschach was determined to protect the Interlopers as best he could. But he'd grown up in a completely urban setting, so there was many things that he hadn't learned. To that end, he abruptly left town one day without a word to seek out the old man who called himself Methuselah in the wilderness. Social skills had never been his strong suit. He asked if the wise man could teach the vigilante how to track animals and people. He agreed and so Rorschach spent weeks out in the woods, freezing and miserable but learning the skills he had wanted. He learned how to spot the signs that someone or something had passed through an area: broken branches left by their passing, footprints in the snow, places where moss had been scraped off of rocks or trees. He only came back to town when he felt he'd learned all that he could for the moment. Besides, if he stayed out there long enough, he was bound to lose a finger or something the way Edward already had.
Alas, there was a price to pay. He was pretty sure some of the meat that he had eaten in the last few days with the old man hadn't been cooked thoroughly enough. Or maybe it had been the mushrooms. Or maybe something in the water. He had no way to be sure. But in any case, Rorschach was sick as a dog for two weeks after he returned. Pretty much bedridden during this time and only able to really keep liquids down, it would have been easy for people to still think he had disappeared, possibly for good. If any of those who considered themselves to be his friends looked in his hideouts, they'd find him barely functional.
If not, it would be another two weeks before he reappeared. At that point, it wouldn't have been out of the question for people to think he was dead or had just disappeared like some of the Interlopers. But nope. The town weirdo lived! One random night, people would find him perched back on the rooftops like nothing had ever happened, silent and watching them as usual. Or someone might hear some purple prose rambling coming from his mind. "This place never seems to change. It's like an hourglass turned on its side. The sands remain but are unable to keep moving any longer. Wonder what they've all been getting up to while I'm away. Sowing chaos and corruption if the worst keeps happening. At least it doesn't look like anyone else has dropped dead like what happened with La'an..."
B. Of Fair Fortune
"Not again," Rorschach groaned when he saw another mysterious animal coming at him through the woods. At this point, the animals had been a sold fifty-fifty on whether they were helpful or harmful, so it was really a coin's toss as to if this would turn out alright or blow up like the Hindenburg. But his mood towards this particular one was prejudiced by the fact it was a dog. He didn't like dogs thanks to his own personal trauma with the animals. The last dog had led people into misfortune and he wasn't sure this one wasn't going to do so either.
He'd turn to whoever was nearby and out in the woods for whatever reason. "Not following that thing," he growled out. It was going to take quite a bit of convincing to let the plant-dog lead the vigilante anywhere.
C. Wildcard
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"I'm staying with Lieutenant Little for a little while. Until things settle down." Kate knows he's worried. Worried Mr Hickey might do something else. Kate doesn't blame him, for everything she's learned about him.
"I'll head back now." she offers him a little wave and a smile. "I'm glad you're back. I'll see you soon, Rorschach."