[identity profile] chaotictherapy.livejournal.com
[The change in the Manor had been jarring to say the least, for one he couldn't use his Great Knife as..easily as previously. So he'd had to resort to using his spear, which strangely added to his aquatic appearance. He wasn't bothered by the transformation, just confused as to what the purpose of this event could be to the Author. Clearly she'd been watching the Little Mermaid too much. Even so, he had matters to attend to.
The feed shows him circling around at the foot of the stairs, almost like he's waiting for something.]
[identity profile] chaotictherapy.livejournal.com
[Having been back in his home for a short period of time, he's more than a little surprised when he finds himself faced with a festival in nigh full swing. The 'people' of the town don't seem to notice him or his strangeness, generally being friendly and offering him copious amounts of beer. Which he must sadly decline, after all, dat helmet.

So he sets off wandering around, trying to work out where he is, that familiar feeling of being watched by something that wasn't the remnants off the Goddess. His blade is dragging along behind him, some may recognise the sound...]
[identity profile] chaotictherapy.livejournal.com
[The feed begins with an all too familiar crackling. Pyramid Head's room wasn't the most inviting of places. Let alone the most ideal place to keep a small child in, yet for some reason the Author deemed him capable of taking care of a baby. It was probably why it was crying. His approach was slow as ever examining the infant. It was a healthy male. Just increasingly distressed.

Leaning down he lifted the baby from the wicker basket. Anyone watching and aware of Pyramid Head's moments of violence will probably be fearing the worst for the child. Before any indication to the child's fate is given the feed abruptly cuts out with a shrill burst of white noise and static.] 
[identity profile] chaotictherapy.livejournal.com
[The crash hadn't left Pyramid Head any worse off. He wasn't injured, it was impossible for that to happen, he was just a little disgruntled by this all. Getting to his feet he shakes any remnants of dust from his helmet. A slight coughing coming from him as some of the dust managed to get in the grates. Examining the area he makes his way around the crash, mostly for curiosity's sake. This wasn't the Manor, this wasn't Earth so where the hell was it? 

As he stomps you can hear the seething irritation, this 'Author' that ruled over them was even more in need of mental help than the Order. If he could he'd be muttering a long string of profanities, instead he settles with incoherent grumbling as he heads towards the nearest encampment.]
[identity profile] chaotictherapy.livejournal.com
[Illness was an ironic development for Pyramid Head. It was unusual to feel groggy and faint. Those were exclusively for humans or the living. God had never intended for him to be suceptable to such things. Staggering more than normal around the manor, he'd left the Great Knife and spear behind because he couldn't carry them. Frustration was the term here.

The being carried on through the corridors, finding himself using the walls for support... Well he at least had something entertaining to remember. Perhaps he'd pay a visit to Nina again to soothe his rapily fraying nerves.]
[identity profile] blondefuse.livejournal.com
[When the feed starts up, it shows Nice, sat in a tree looking pretty amused. It can also be noted that she has a pair of calico cat ears poking out of her messy blonde hair]

Hey guys 'n dolls - I know ya probably busy, what with the Author messin' everythin' about this week.

But, I got a little treat for ya~

[Turning the blackberry around, she holds it out until Pyramid head can be seen, hitting the fourth wall repeatedly with his blade. From the momentum building up, at one point he very nearly topples over, forcing his weapon into the ground to stop this from happening. Nice can be heard giggling under her breath at this, before turning the blackberry back to face her]

I got my money on the wall...~


((OTA - free for all people~ Come and watch him in person, on video, whatever works~!))
[identity profile] chaotictherapy.livejournal.com
[The feed starts.. or at least tries to. It’s interrupted by a sharp burst of static that’s uncomfortably loud. Amongst the interference a tall figure is stood there with a blade in hand. Whether what covers the helmet and blade is rust or blood is anyone’s guess. Though what's on the apron is obvious. Whatever the being is, it doesn’t look too happy. The blackberry gets stomped on as he sets off - the feed dies.
As the Red Demon carries on down the hall, many inhabitants will notice static affecting the blackberries, warning them of his approach. He’s not looking for any of them however, he’s searching for his current sinner. For now.]

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