hold my breath as I wish for death

[It's been way too long since Dos has spoken up or had much to do with anyone. Aside from his work and association with the other staff members, he's done little more than sprawl out and sleep or hang out in the forest.

Today isn't much different from any other. From the treeline comes Dos, lumbered steps one of a rather contented man. Over his shoulder he carries not one, but three decent sized bucks. Blood marks his jaw, his hands and the front of his clothes and his sleeve is torn. If the Helcian has any issue with this, he doesn't show it.

Pausing just clear of the forest, he stops and digs his journal out of the small bag slung across his back. For a moment Dos seems to consider, then, he speaks.]

Oi Rapunzel.

[It's hard to miss the smile in his voice. Dos might not have much to do with the guests, but Rapunzel is definitely one of his favorites.]

Happy Birthday, girlie. Come by the stables when you get a chance. I've got somethin' for you.

[The feed shuts off there. Dos starts off toward the kitchen to deliver the deer, after which he'll be heading back to his stables.]


((ooc: Open to all. Feel free to run into Dos along the way or reply on the journal! :3))

If you're not sick and not infected, get to the damn Barracks ASAP. If you see a Zombie? Kill the damn thing. If you can't kill it? Bring it to Rem and Duran, or hell, Me.

[His voice is far more rough and aggressive than usual. Dos is on alert and ready to take down anyone or anything that threatens the barracks safe haven. He's outside the Barracks, pacing like a guard dog and determined to keep those inside, and the Keep doctor safe.

Given how worked up his is, Dos' form has shifted. A white, featureless mask covers his face and spikes protrude from his head and the back of his neck. The scales that mark his body and limbs are harder, slightly darker in colour and near impossible to break.

This is a Helcian on the warpath. Infected, tread carefully.]

 [The audio feed kicks into action.]

Oi, you lot. Been busy haven't ya?

Here's the plan. You all stop breaking shit and getting dead or hurt. Just, take a break or something.

[There's a pause and a thud. Sounds like Dos just set down something heavy.]

If you're looking for something to pass the time, there's plenty of work to be done around the place. Joe's gonna be needing help in the kitchen now that the bastard can't move without bleeding all over the place, and I've got a fuckton of stuff to get done down at the stables.

You want to waste energy? Do something constructive.

[That said, Dos tosses his journal aside and goes back to his work. Guests might find the Stable-Master hard at work in the carpentry house. The elephants are outside, peering into the workshop and just mingling around, as well as two horses teamed up to a decent sized wagon. In the back are long wooden benches, each recently sanded down and polished up to look good as new.

Approach?]

 Ladies and Gents, Bots and Trolls,

Welcome to the Keep and all that other crap I'm meant to say.

[He makes an amused, growling sound.]

You can call me Dos. I'm one of the staff here and I man the stables. The doors are open down here so come say hi and stuff.

[In the background, a horse whinnies, the sound followed closely by the cry of a chocobo.]

We got horses to ride, most of them broken in but I'll be working with a few of the more bastard ones. We get a lot of mounts and vehicles down here, so check back from time to time. Things change and all that.

[There's a small pause while Dos pets one of his beasties affectionately.]

The hell else do I say? Come see for yourself. Just keep an eye out for that handsome man with the tattoos. He's so damn awesome you won't know what to do.

[Any who come to the Stables will find themselves in a large wooden room with stalls lining the walls. There are three, rather well behaved mares and no less than five chocobos of various colours. In the far corner is a rather grumpy looking moose and a brown cow stands by the entrance, chewing her cud and staring at any who pass. A little tag around her neck reads 'Bessie'. Hay is scattered about the dusty floor and Dos is hard at work. It's quite a large building with a lot of open space. Tracks left from vehicles of some kind mark the floor, but there is no trace of the thing that made them.