Dark Jack

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, back room

The cabinet, while of fair quality and, unlike some of the other cabinets in the clinic, entirely made of wood, was neither overly large nor made with sturdiness in mind. Being about the same size as Nigel himself, it might have come as a surprise to him how light it proved to be and how easily it moved; it had some heft to it, certainly, but it almost seemed as though its contents were either very light or missing, in addition to which Nigel might realize that he had gotten quite a bit stronger than he was before.
Nevertheless the cabinet slid aside with a loud screech of wood against wood, the little feet of the furniture leaving faint scratch-marks in the floorboards as it went and the momentum of the moving furniture actually causing the farthest of the double doors to briefly swing outward, opening just an inch – not enough to get a good look inside – before closing again.

The Messengers seemed to react to this, each in their own way; the one that had been trying to get Ludolf's attention turned to Nigel and seemed to stop trying to convey whatever meaning it had been trying to convey and just seemed to observe him idly. The ones that had been clawing at the doors of the cabinet fell over when the piece of furniture suddenly moved, and suddenly vanished into the floor, only for them – or two other Messengers identical with those two – to emerge out of the floor in front of the new location of the cabinet to continue grabbing powerlessly at the doors. The last one, which had been seemingly trying to reach underneath the cabinet, straightened its posture – sat up? Stood up? – and turned to Nigel, clapping its hands excitedly.
Across the room, first a very curious-looking Torquil and then a cautious Victor started approaching to get a better look at what Nigel was doing.

The wall behind the cabinet was, after all, just another section of wooden boards, in no identifiable way distinct from the rest of the walls of the room. There was not even any visible difference in color as is often the case with surfaces that have been covered for a long time. Below, where the cabinet had scraped against the floor as it moved, had been uncovered some miscellaneous dust bunnies, a comb, and what seemed like some old, dried-up small bloodstains.
More interesting was the final object uncovered by moving the cabinet: a plain-looking brass key, the type and size of which would typically be used for doors.
“How did you... never mind,” Victor started out incredulously, staring at the key in disbelief, before sighing as if deciding he did not care. He pointed at the key. “I'm guessing that explains why the front door wasn't locked. Good work. Now we can lock it when we leave.”

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Yeah I get that, and I can (and could) see what you were going for. In order for it to make sense, though, I think bracing and pushing should probably be mentioned as separate, subsequent actions. I've both seen and used that way of expressing it. So he would brace against the cabinet before pushing it.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Essentially the last paragraph, but I suppose specifically

From his squatting position, Nigel stood up slightly and braced himself against the cabinet.

rocketrobie2

Again, from the context I assumed that it meant that he was trying to push the cabinet, but "bracing" can mean a lot of different things... none of which on their own suggest an effort to move something. On the contrary, actually.

Verb

brace (third-person singular simple present braces, present participle bracing, simple past and past participle braced)

(transitive, intransitive) To prepare for something bad, such as an impact or blow.

To place in a position for resisting pressure; to hold firmly.

(nautical) To swing round the yards of a square rigged ship, using braces, to present a more efficient sail surface to the direction of the wind.

To stop someone for questioning, usually said of police.

To confront with questions, demands or requests.

To furnish with braces; to support; to prop.

To draw tight; to tighten; to put in a state of tension; to strain; to strengthen.

To bind or tie closely; to fasten tightly.

Wiktionary

In short, if read literally it sounds as though Nigel is trying to prevent the cabinet from moving.

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I'm sorry, but could you clarify what Nigel is doing? It can read a bit ambigiuously, but from the context I figure he's trying to push the cabinet aside. Is that right?

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Did you still want to post, @rocketrobie2, or are you waiting for Decimate?

I'd also still like to hear from you, @DrabberRogue.

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I'm very sorry to hear that. Please take your time.

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Update?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Who wants to go next? Maybe you (or Arcturus, rather) has something to add @DrabberRogue?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, back room

Upon hearing Nigel ask whether the substance Victor was drenched in was blood, the Hunter frowned before glancing down at himself, confirming how thoroughly soaked he was, and then swept the room in front of him – looking at the dead beast, the several human corpses, the blood-splatters and the dangling bits of intestine hanging off some of the furniture – before looking back at Nigel. His expression had gone from annoyance to disappointment, though he seemed somewhat mollified when Ludolf confirmed that the substance was, indeed, blood.
Because Nigel was expressly looking at Victor:
Though Victor seemed to look down at himself with an air of sarcasm initially, he seemed momentarily surprised with what he found. His eyes quickly scanned his entire body, especially noting the tears in his clothes from the times he had been wounded earlier, but generally just seeming to gauge the spread and quantity of blood covering him. For as attentive as Victor was of everything around him, he also curiously seemed to avoid eye-contact with anyone.

“Yeah,” Victor confirmed grimly, looking once more to the beast with its obviously broken neck sprawled across the floor at one end of the room. “Seems the clods running this place bolted when the bells rang, and someone thought they could help themselves to some sleeping Hunters.”
He gestured to Torquil, Arcturus and through the doorway behind him to Marcus. “These guys woke up and held them off until I got here. Also killed that one.” He pointed at the dead beast. There was a note of approval in his voice.

About at this time, Torquil pointed with his left hand – his right hand holding his hatchet – towards the cabinet that Ludolf had been learning against before jumping away to escape the Messengers. “Little men!”* he garbled.
Over there, still plainly visible to all of the Paleblood Hunters and invisible to Victor, the four Messengers that had crowded around Ludolf's feet had seemingly taken to try to communicate. One of them had turned its face – void even of the sockets for eyes, and with but an empty round, somewhat wrinkled mouth-like hole – to Ludolf once more, and was gesturing with its hands for him to come closer. The other three Messengers had moved to the base of the cabinet itself, with two of them throwing their tiny bodies flat against the front of its wooden doors, raking their hands down the side soundlessly and powerlessly. The last Messenger instead laid low against the floor, as if trying to look under the cabinet, while reaching into the gap created by the stubby wooden feet of the cabinet with its hands, as if trying to reach something.

(What Torquil actually sounded like:
*“E'hl meh!”)

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Just in case it's a concern, I'm assuming that you still want to post, Decimate, and wait for you before I write one of my own.