recolle | [Semi-Closed]

Edited 2017-10-22 02:12 (UTC)

[That sounds like a perfectly good description to go off on, if this was any city other than Recolle. Peter would swear but. Children. Instead a noise sort of like a sneeze comes out.

But it's no real obstacle. He leans down to hold her hand, for crossing streets and walking through the fog.]

Come with me. We'll find her together.

[Peter would argue against being a wannabe hero, because it doesn't feel like he's trying. Even if he's in danger, the kind that he can feel in the center of his being, could he think of doing anything else? He can't call that bravery, yet he registers what John is saying with surprising clarity. Almost separate from everything else, Peter answers back dryly, with some sadness to it.]

I...wish I didn't have to ask you anything at all.

[With that the shadow extends what looks like an arm from the fog.]

You can but - where is there to go?!

[Peter almost blames May or fate that he ran into her in the middle of nowhere, because she had to be doing...something best not on the books.

The shadow, which still looks a distance away, lifts one of its arms again, like readying for a swing.]

Jump!

Grrrgh...

[Peter growls, before he's picked himself up from the ground. It's almost embarrassing for him if that's true. To be outwitted and maneuvered by a monster...

The shadow doesn't immediately take the time to catch up. It looks down at Peter, gaze dragged away from Kyouko, for longer.]

Is this still going to be the way you handle truth?

Well if I can't out run him... -May leapt on command, springing well higher into the air than a normal human should have been able to, kicking off of a nearby wall and sending herself rocketing towards the shadowy behemoth.-

Then I'm gonna fight him! -And out came her pipe. So that's what that was for. It was more practical to carry around than her anchor.-

What truth is it speaking of...?

[ she isn't sure, and she glances over towards peter. ]

I bet...

[ mumbled somewhat to himself. from the wound at his wrist, the seed sprouts. vines emerge forth as they immediately move to seek something more solid, such as a tree or the like through the fog. with how he's still mastering his ability, he thinks it would be best to put on an extra barrier between themselves and whatever that thing is. and trees tend to work well as fairly solid barriers.

because, otherwise, it really is making its way toward them, with sureness. ]

Here's the deal. [ spoken as if peter doesn't have a choice in it-- he certainly does. ] I'm gonna tangle it up a bit, stop it or at least slow it. And then we're gonna make a sure as heck run for it, got it?

O-okay!

[That'd work. Two heads were better than one. Or however they say it. Sakura just isn't sure on what to make of this yet. She....might be wrong? She is expecting to be. Considering who first comes to mind from the glimpse she did get of the figure. It just doesn't seem likely or possible, given the person she thought she saw was dead long ago and that was back in Japan, before she moved here. Still, it if was her mother, she has to find out, right?]

This way!

[She points, following a glimpse of longer hair in front, heading over towards the lake.]

[Miles had taken his Siberian husky to the vet that day, and was already feeling very unnerved by the fog surrounding them as they walked back home. It was some comfort to have a pet with him, but he's also concerned about the dog's safety.

He urges the husky to walk as fast as she can, and halts suddenly at the sound of another voice in the midst of the fog.]

I wouldn't say I'm alone, since I have Francisca with me.

Uh huh!

[So he hasn't seen the other things in the fog yet. Peter is fumbling at how to warn these two away without accidentally insult the owner or the dog.]

Then you should know, that I am only concerned for your safety in these late night weather conditions! Follow the streetlights if possible and double check when crossing streets.

[Peter meant jump away, not towards the thing. Peter's eyes immediately become round with worry, completely genuine even though they've never met on entirely friendly terms.

May soars before the shadow's swing ever happens, the pipe making a CLANG against its arm. Hidden in the fog, it's hard to tell if the pipe even dented the enemy metal, but it seems to recoil.]

Mmm...

[Peter doesn't have an answer to Kyouko. On top of that, he seems to have given up on getting off the ground, because the only thing he's managed to do is crawl, and barely. The monster and its voice makes him cower.

It's not raising its voice for anything it says, but its speech is still loud just from how huge of a speaker it is. Through all those differences, it sounds very familiar.]

Hmm, this is simply how you are now. A bureaucrat, too weak to support any responsibilities. You would collapse like a platform of twigs.

Edited (forgot ending) 2017-10-28 03:59 (UTC)

[Peter walks straight in the direction pointed out by that smaller hand. He doesn't think of any possibility that she isn't the one who knows best.

It's when he has doubts on physically where to go that he considers questioning. ]

Uuuh, young lady, do you mean to turn to the right or the left?

[Despite his mood of resignation, Peter nods extremely eagerly, all in on that plan. Sacrifice, bait, whatever you call it, everyone could agree that the best case scenario is one where it isn't needed at all.

It might even be fortunate, in the end, that Peter ran into one of the Retrospec users more practiced with their powers. The shadow hasn't moved whatever feet it has since, but its arm definitely seems positioned with the aim of pick up Peter. And who knows what after that.]

I'm guessing this fog may hide more sinister things.

[He hasn't seen them, but it's very likely. Francisca is on high alert, looking around and sniffing the air.]

-That... didn't work quite as well as she thought, bouncing off of the attack and landing back near Peter.-

Is that guy wearing armor? No fair!

Um....right! Over there!

[Or, she thinks she sees some movement. Whether that is the figure she is looking for or someone else or some other animal entirely, she can't be sure, but. It seems worth investigating in any case, so she points and rushes over in that direction. Further and further on towards the lake.]

...This isn't the sort of voice you should be listening to.

[ because it seems to want to break him. ]

[Okay, that's suspicious. Peter's face already shows that he doesn't buy it, but the girl is still trying so hard. He'll walk with her around the lake at least, but Peter prepares in his head a little apology when they have to turn around.]

I don't see any woman.

Correct, you are on the right track.

[Peter is impressed. He's an encouraging fellow even when he's terrified.

He notices the activity of the dog, and he doesn't think her slight distress is a coincidence.]

Francisca is able to tell that, too.

Wearing or is just a suit of armor.

[It's nonsense to try and figure out the biology of any of these monsters, so Peter feels like they can't make any assumptions. He's stopped being fearful for May when it's clear that he's the one outclassed here.

The giant seems reluctant to stick out an arm again after that, but that only means it can't swing high. Instead, both arms come shooting out of the fog for both of their legs.]

[Semi-Closed]

JOHN

KYOUKO

MAY

SAKURA

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2, I hope you don't mind a late tag-in with dogs

Not at all!!

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