A little lost [The young man is lying in the sand, limbs sprawled dramatically. He hasn't moved for quite a while, though occasionally he can be heard moaning something like this is it, I'm gonna die, woe is me. It's... pretty unconvincing, honestly, but one of the vultures still lands next to the body. Hamel cracks one eye open, glancing at the bird.]
That's riiiight, just a little closer, come get my juicy eyeballs. I'm definitely too weak to break your stupid bird neck -
[When he notices another wanderer, he lifts his head ever so slightly to hiss:]
Oi, back off! I called dibs on the bird.
Wandering around [Sure, he barely remembers anything and this town is a dump, but at least the food and boarding are free. Hamel spends some time exploring the town, gorging himself on pancakes or prodding at the Cactus Pad piano. He does remember music - he's good at it, can do so much better than this wound-up thing or the repetitive jukebox.
The scarce employees are fun to mess with at first. Hamel quite enjoys hurling obscenities at them without retribution other than the same lines, and even goes as far as poking and pinching them. There's only so much fun to be had when people don't react, though, and he gets bored soon enough. Eventually he leaves a message on the bulletin board, written in large bold letters:
EXPLANATIONS NEEDED THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS PLACE - HAMEL (HANDSOME BLOND IN THE DINING HALL)
The handsome blond in question is indeed in the dining hall, working his way through a comically large stack of sandwiches.]
Face your fears (CW: blood, violence) [One moment, the street is empty. The other, it's full of corpses. There are hundreds of them, all look like they were torn apart by a monstrous animal - except it wasn't an animal, it was Hamel. He doesn't remember killing them, but he must have done it, because his hands are suddenly clawed and covered in blood up to the elbows. He can taste it too, an awful metallic taste and something else, burnt like, like -
He screams, instinctively lashing out at the first person to pass by.]
Hamel | Violinist of Hameln (manga)
[The young man is lying in the sand, limbs sprawled dramatically. He hasn't moved for quite a while, though occasionally he can be heard moaning something like this is it, I'm gonna die, woe is me. It's... pretty unconvincing, honestly, but one of the vultures still lands next to the body. Hamel cracks one eye open, glancing at the bird.]
That's riiiight, just a little closer, come get my juicy eyeballs. I'm definitely too weak to break your stupid bird neck -
[When he notices another wanderer, he lifts his head ever so slightly to hiss:]
Oi, back off! I called dibs on the bird.
Wandering around
[Sure, he barely remembers anything and this town is a dump, but at least the food and boarding are free. Hamel spends some time exploring the town, gorging himself on pancakes or prodding at the Cactus Pad piano. He does remember music - he's good at it, can do so much better than this wound-up thing or the repetitive jukebox.
The scarce employees are fun to mess with at first. Hamel quite enjoys hurling obscenities at them without retribution other than the same lines, and even goes as far as poking and pinching them. There's only so much fun to be had when people don't react, though, and he gets bored soon enough. Eventually he leaves a message on the bulletin board, written in large bold letters:
EXPLANATIONS NEEDED
THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS PLACE
- HAMEL (HANDSOME BLOND IN THE DINING HALL)
The handsome blond in question is indeed in the dining hall, working his way through a comically large stack of sandwiches.]
Face your fears (CW: blood, violence)
[One moment, the street is empty. The other, it's full of corpses. There are hundreds of them, all look like they were torn apart by a monstrous animal - except it wasn't an animal, it was Hamel. He doesn't remember killing them, but he must have done it, because his hands are suddenly clawed and covered in blood up to the elbows. He can taste it too, an awful metallic taste and something else, burnt like, like -
He screams, instinctively lashing out at the first person to pass by.]
No - GO AWAY -