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Recollé Mods ([personal profile] recollecters) wrote in [community profile] recolle2019-02-17 05:56 pm
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February Event Pt 2

EVENT
CONTENT WARNINGS:
Some mild body horror/the appearance of lots of eyes (Prompt 2) and encounters with flesh-eating monsters (Prompt 5.)
Prologue.
It's been a strange few weeks, hasn't it? Things might have seemed quiet and simple for many of you as you worked to boost your defenses and formulate items of balance. Some of you may have completely ignored it. Nothing was actively attacking the city this time and it may have been easy enough to figure out how to reign in your emotions. There's something driving you toward trying though, and though the iridescent sheen on your skin doesn't wear off, in the days leading up to the 17th you'll feel yourself growing stronger and more powerful. Your agility's up, along with a slight boost in strength and speed. Should you experiment, you may even find that you bleed and bruise less easily. Was this what the liaison meant about making preparations? It's hard to say given he was out of office for a while thanks to some of you.

Regardless, it's on the evening of the 17th that the clock runs out and your phone chimes again. The map you've obtained via completing this test mission will take over your screen, a red light flashing to draw your attention to the location of your silver door. The QR scanner remains embedded in the center of each door, and at this time, you may scan your newly generated QR codes. The door swings open, allowing you to peer straight into the dark and soon something materializes in your hands. Is…that…dog jerky?

Never mind that for now. Along with the jerky comes a new text message, a mass announcement to all on the app.

I got a read on the layer below. Find the centers and dismantle them to sever the bonds under the city. Clear the areas, search everything, and watch out for monsters. Their numbers grow the closer you get. Any questions, listen to Anna.

While it's not much, it's something. Naturally, you don't have to do anything. You could completely ignore the message and close the map. The doors won't pull you through themselves, but they'll remain opened almost indefinitely until used. On the other hand you may wish to attend to them lest someone off the app falls through.

Onward and forward, brave travelers.
I.
Those who enter the doors will find themselves immediately and indefinitely falling through the dark, passing by several walls of fire, rock and soot. Dark swirls of blues and greens and purples flash before your eyes, and as you finally land you'll find yourself on a rocky shoreline next to a dark, inky river. The rocks will jab into your hands and feet, pinpricks that force you to move as your eyes adjust to the darkness.

The river gently laps against the shore, acidic and black as hand-like structures appear in the waves. Try not to draw too close; this river has the ability to make you into a blank slate...literally. The river of souls will pull you in, and as the hands lovingly wrap around you to drag you down you'll find yourself losing track of time. While you may fight them off and save yourself from the waters, it will be increasingly difficult to recover the features (both physical and emotional) that make you who you are.

On the other side of this rocky plain is another river, just as dark with white wisps floating above it. The water flows faster here, rapids bubbling underneath as it quickly moves south. There are no hands in this river, but it does appear to be a bit shallower.

The only way to proceed through this land is by crossing one of these two rivers. Even if you walk along the shore, the route is endless and you'll find yourself in an infinite loop. Those who choose the acidic river will suffer their consequences of loss, while those who choose the faster route will be struck by blinding, deliberating pain all over their body except for one particular place. Perhaps this is the small of your back, or your big toe, or even your heel. Though the pain is overwhelming, crossing to the other side will leave you powerful and invincible. Nothing can touch you or harm you…unless someone finds your weak point, that is.

No matter which river you cross, you'll find that what lies beyond are several buildings crushed and crumbling around you, black poplar trees in bloom, and the sound of silence as small, ash-like flakes float through the air. You'll recognize buildings such as the Towers, the Stardust, and other staples of the city that are wrecked beyond repair yet still standing. This land is a direct mirror of the city you love and left behind, though a few buildings are missing. Franchises that appeared seemingly overnight such as Big Bang Burger, From Dust til Dawn, and Rainbowland are nowhere to be found. The city is fairly empty, though every now and then an anguished groan or screams of pain can be heard echoing from somewhere far off. Buildings can be explored and ransacked, allowing you to stock up on supplies or items you may find useful. While most of what can be found are everyday items such as non-perishable food items, clothing and small gifts such as books and toys, a little digging will also lead you to find weapons such as crossbows, flamethrowers, healing items such as those found from the Moogle shop and Circus of Values and even items like tranquilizer darts and bear traps. Despite the path you take through the city and all districts available, your feet seem to lead you in a certain direction.

At the end of your path, three wrought-iron gates stand before you. Oh, and in front of these gates is a sleeping friend. Do your best not to awaken the creature, though he is easily roused and will attack on-sight. With a bit of luck and strategy you can slip right past him and in through one of the gates.

Will you continue? Or will you turn back?
II.
Those who enter the first gate will find themselves in a desolate suburbia. It's quiet and calm here, the screams from before lacking and the sun just a little brighter. However, it feels as though everything here is just a little too perfect. There isn't a clip of grass out of place, nor a spot of paint missing from the matching trim of each house. Every building in this large neighborhood matches in size, shape and color, and the sleepy street lulls you in further.

As you veer away from the entrance of the cul-de-sac, it becomes a little more clear that something is amiss. Though the area is perfect and beautiful, you're overcome with the sensation that you're being watched. A small, skin-crawling sort of feeling washes over you, and should you catch a glance at your hands the sensation appears to be more literal than you'd like. It's tiny, almost innocuous movements as small ripples appear in your exposed skin, a feeling of pressure somewhere in your head as slow changes overtake you. Some of you may develop claws or scales, while others will find horns beginning to sprout from your forehead or furry stripes mark your body.

Animal instincts begin to take over, aligning with the creatures you were born under. You're still very much you, of course, but the changes you undergo only worsen the longer you linger. Trying to run only shows that the gate's locked behind you, iron bars trapping you in this idyllic wasteland.

And it's then that the eyes appear. Blinking open, eyes of all shapes and colors begin to make their presence known appearing over the walls of the houses flanking the street, popping up in the centers of the picture-perfect daisies lining the sidewalk, watching from their place embedded in the picket fences and drawing ever closer. They monitor your every move, scanning you and picking you apart from their stationary place. You can't walk very far without a pair of eyes following you, but for those who look closely you'll find a small CRT TV on the porch of every house. The screens mirror your every move as though you're on camera, reflecting everything you're doing while standing on the street, and though it may become harder to focus one may soon realize that the eyes have it. Small, glass surfaces line the pupil of each eye as tiny cameras zoom in and out to get the best shot.

The answer, of course, is to render them sightless. For every camera that's covered or broken, the picture-esque scene begins to crumble away. The walls of the houses fall, flora begins to wither up and die, and the sky cracks to reveal a larger, more ominous set of cameras from above. It will take more than one group to destroy and dismantle these spy cameras. You may not be able to escape just yet, but you can certainly recruit others to join you through the gates. They'll open wide enough to let new people in at any point in time. Good luck controlling your instincts.
III.
Those who enter the second gate will feel the shift from rubbled pavement to something soft and malleable. The gate swings closed behind you, and the dirt beneath you gives way to your footsteps as you enter a field surrounded by magnificent guardians and fruit-bearing shrubs. The black poplars can be seen from a distance, but you aren't alone here.

Then again, it may be a little hard to navigate through this field at all seeing how there are thousands upon thousands of people here. Faces you don't recognize will listlessly watch you and even beings with indescribable features appear in the crowd. Some are more solid than others, and if you aren't careful you can easily walk right through one or more of these beings at a time. The field appears to be endless but several miles away, one can spot the makings of a small obsidian fortress. A large blue crystal can be seen mounted near the top, pulsating every now and then as it sends little shockwaves through the ground beneath your feet Something in your head seems to urge you forward toward the crystal, the inexplainable knowledge that you have to destroy it nestling between your thoughts and driving you onward.

Though the goal is in sight, it’s a dangerous road to travel on as you make you way across the field toward the fortress. The crowd thickens and brushing through the mist-like beings allows their essence to linger on your skin and seep in. Your appearance begins to change to someone you don’t recognize at all. Your age, appearance, and even your gender may begin to shift as memories begin to fill in, backstories that aren’t your own coming to light. Your motivation to step forward and destroy the crystal begins to waver heavily, and you may even stop moving at all.

If you can fight through it and hold on to who you are, the distance seems shorter and the energy radiating off of the crystal is almost palpable. Made of thick, sharp glass, this gem may be broken by physical or magical means, cracking and fragmenting with each hit. Getting up to the highest point of the fortress may give you trouble, the walls almost too slick for climbing and too high to jump. Working harder and working together to break in will be a viable option as well, and it’s only when the crystal breaks that your curse will be broken, too.

The shattering of this crystal will free you and the thousands of souls around you from the bonds tying them here. Let’s hope you have the strength to do it.
IV.
The third gate swings shut immediately after you step through the threshold and there's no wonder why. The dimly lit, dank building sits merely yards ahead of you and the door's wide open and hanging off the hinges. Glancing at the buildings nearby just outside of the gate one might realize that the location of this facility is in the same space as the Wiffle-Waffle waffle house in the city of Recollé. Trying to step around the building appears impossible as it seems to shift with you, the door appearing before you with every movement. It's only when you enter the building that the lights flicker on from above, a soft buzzing noise filling the empty halls and giving you an overview of the area.

What must have once been a refined, beautiful facility has become dismal and rotten, cracked and falling apart with every step. Several rooms line the black and white marble hallways, each growing more desolate and dingy by the minute. Expired medications fill cabinets hanging from the wall, overturned gurneys will block your way, and as you split up and explore the sound of several beating hearts will begin to echo above the buzz of the lights. Medical charts for past visitors may be found as well indicating both physical, mental and emotional ailments that those who checked in were seeking cures for. Dated around seventy-some years ago, many of the words have smeared and smudged to become illegible.

It's only once you reach the back of the facility and begin to explore other levels that it becomes a little worse. Comfortable hospital rooms are replaced by iron-barred cells and wire bird cages meant to house adults and children alike. Glass cases fill in the spaces of walls and shelves and small, multi-colored organs seem to thrum under a watchful eye. The skittering of something clawed and alive echoes through the empty facility, and it's then that you may remember the liaison's words a bit too late.

"Their numbers grow the closer you get."

Guided by the scent of fresh opponents, panels in the room begin to burst open as swarms of creatures arrive. Some of these monsters appear to be interested in devouring you, but others will go straight for the organs instead to try and break the containers and take them for themselves. Those who attempt to stop them will be met with claws and gnashing teeth, and the wendigos will change targets immediately. Though rabid and feral, each monster also bears a small, tarnished bracelet with an identification tag attached not unlike a house arrest bracelet that bounds them to this building.

The wendigos will block the path and it becomes a question of whether you plan to try and pacify them, sneak around them, or outright kill them. Those who have dipped in the fortifying river will have an easier time fending them off, but should you be bitten the salvia seeps in rabidly and insatiable greed overrides your senses. You've always wanted to turn on your friends and rip them from limb to limb, haven't you?

The wendigos are after something as they continue trashing the facility, opening new walls and panels to reveal rows of active observation monitors, computers, and intricate cages binding organs and jars of colored smoke. Rows and rows of data fly across the screen, alarms being fed to someone afar that you've broken into this layer of existence and are working to dismantle everything. The wendigos are driven by the scent of human flesh and a tortured mind, but a clever strategist or even someone with dumb luck can trick a wendigo into destroying the research rooms. Be careful with the physical assets available to you; allowing a wendigo to touch the smoke or consume an organ will be another soul lost. Fight your way through the facility and destroy everything inside. Cut off the point of communication and kill the signal going out to free the souls and destroy the wendigos. It's then and only then that this area will be cleared and the hospital will fall silent.
INTERLUDE.
It will take work in all three areas and breaking down the sources of power in order to free the layer beneath the city from Vanderweele's grip. Should one area receive less attention than another, the damage done will begin to unravel and repair itself. The magic in place will strengthen and the layer will remain unstable and in Vanderweele's control. Talk to one another, Retrospecters. There are break periods between tasks you may use to update one another, strategize, and even tap out to take a breather.

Under the watchful eye of the wizard, you'll wish to stick together. Do take care not to get in over your head.
V.
What about those of you who choose to stay behind? The city remains, outwardly, normal as ever. The sun's shining, the birds are starting to sing again, and doors around the city appear to have a dark energy lingering around them visible to those who pass by. A black, swirling layer seems to block out the silver glint of the doors and as you look around you'll see the blue thin lines running through the ground pumping energy directly into them. With this mass encompassing the doors, your friends who have gone beyond may have a hard time coming home. The lines grow easier to see as days pass, but de-powering them will take a bit of effort. You can try to break them apart with gardening tools or standard exorcise methods, but the curious and the determined can start to follow the lines back to their source.

As you track the leylines through the city, you’ll find yourself being led right to the very center of Recollé and the ground beneath you becomes softer and easier to sink into. Lying in wait under a layer that’s grown thin rests a grotesque entity whose eye appears to be shut. Asleep and dreaming, this entity’s tentacle-like arms are moving and pulling the energy lines to rearrange them around the city, fueling the different doors and changing the direction of the darkness. It seems like it’s made itself at home and is something that’s been there for longer than you may know.

Standing too close will engage the creature, tendrils slithering up to wrap around an ankle or a wrist and bound you in place, a touch opening your mind’s eye and changing the reality you perceive. Around you you may see visions of your loved ones in pain, or oversized bugs ruling the city, or talking animals that encourage you to try to fly. The strange and uncertain begin to filter into your mind, slowly bringing themselves into reality to change the city one more time.

Breaking the bonds tying you down or simply destroying the leylines will awaken the creature. The earth begins to rumble the more it’s disturbed until eventually it uproots itself, moving to other parts of the city. It will attempt to change the reality of anyone in its path, but depending on where you try to fight it, it will retreat in the opposite direction.

Drive this creature away from the city and send it packing. It’s the only way to stop the cycle and stabilize the world around you for now, allowing for the doors to be cleared and to bring your friends home from the sixth layer.
NOTES.
Welcome to [community profile] recolle's February event part two!

You can claim three freebies on this log!
-Players may claim one freebie for heading down into the sixth layer and exploring the rotting city below. This thread must be at least five comments from you.
-Players may claim one freebie by choosing a gate and working to help dismantle the objects and buildings there. This thread must be at least five comments from you.
-Players may claim one freebie by working in the city and trying to destroy the leylines. This thread must at least five comments from you.
-While the leylines will make it harder for characters to leave the sixth layer, players will have the freedom to send their characters in and out of the area as they please. While characters must complete a task once they're inside one of the three gates, they will be able to explore the main city on their own and then come back.

Finally, any questions you have regarding this event may be directed to the mod comment here. Be sure to review the mods' question thread on the plotting post for additional information as well!
scythegun: (NOD ⇝)

[personal profile] scythegun 2019-02-20 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
I appreciate it, thank you. Once we get a little closer in, we'll need to be quiet as we approach; I'm not sure what to expect, so let's take it slow, ja?
armati: (42.)

[personal profile] armati 2019-02-20 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, of course. I'll do what I can to stay out of your way.
scythegun: (LILY ⇝)

[personal profile] scythegun 2019-02-20 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, I appreciate it. It's possible I'm just being overly cautious, but that's better than running in blind and winding up in trouble!
armati: (34.)

[personal profile] armati 2019-02-20 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, I'll try not to let my death end up on your conscience.

[ARTHUR.]
scythegun: (FLUSTERED ⇝)

[personal profile] scythegun 2019-02-20 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
...I'm really hoping that was a joke, because I'll feel bad laughing otherwise.
armati: (31.)

[personal profile] armati 2019-02-20 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Can't you tell...?
scythegun: (OKAY ⇝ "regaey" is yeager backwards)

[personal profile] scythegun 2019-02-20 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
I think I can get a pass for not knowing within the first day of meeting you!
armati: (36.)

[personal profile] armati 2019-02-20 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[...anyway,]

...These really do seem to be leading far in, don't they - the center of the city is all things like the parks and town hall, I can't imagine what would even manifest there.
Edited 2019-02-20 05:18 (UTC)
scythegun: (... ⇝)

[personal profile] scythegun 2019-02-20 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Moving right along, I guess...]

I don't have any idea either. I really hope it hasn't made a mess of the place...
armati: (37.)

[personal profile] armati 2019-02-20 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
It's possible we won't be able to see it, or get to it properly.

[...He isn't sure what they're supposed to do about it, in that case.]
scythegun: (REALIZE ⇝ estelle's the princess?)

[personal profile] scythegun 2019-02-20 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
That's very true. We'll have to see what awaits us. If it's something we can't tackle ourselves, then surely someone on the network will have some idea of what to do.
thisloveisjustice: (clueless)

[personal profile] thisloveisjustice 2019-02-20 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
I figured we probably ought to, since we don't really know how long it's going to take us to clear things out. And if there are>i? monsters around, we can defend ourselves better in a group.

[Tatsuo picks up a piece of rubble and tosses it a couple times in his hand before chucking it over a half-broken wall]

Doesn't necessarily have to be here, but it's a place to start looking.
brushy: (pic#7236795)

vb

[personal profile] brushy 2019-02-20 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the beast ahmi eventually comes across is a disgusting thing once she returns from the sixth layer, and her curiosity to watch the tentacles from afar is cut short when she sees a man kneeling down, an appendage wrapped around him. it’s then that ahmi feels something wrong, and the woman, with brilliant red patches of scales and a slowly disappearing pair of horns, wings and a tail, runs, as fast as her heels can click. oh, no she thinks, coming out in worried whispers. nononono, no. she doesn’t think when she bounds up to the man and crouches herself, her arms coming around to embrace him and a wing fighting to do the same (its flaps are dissipating, and whatever dragon features she had were leaving her as well). she attempts to pull him back up. ]

You can do it, up.

[ she constantly looks over her shoulder to watch the eye, before one second too late, and another tendril touches her ankle.

reality spins in an array of whispers, and she hears it: reality shifting. bouncing balls of children haphazardly jingle around them into the city, their laughs playful and coaxing. come play with us, auntie! the lights turn into flaps of papers in the wind, and fold themselves into planes, making sounds loud enough to rival fighter jets as they ride the winds.

it is very heavy all of a sudden, and ahmi’s legs want to give in as well. she fights, nevertheless. ]


Boy, [ yes, a boy, despite his age, ] boy, you must help me—

[ she doesn’t know if she can get up alone. ]
usurpers: (Default)

ii

[personal profile] usurpers 2019-02-20 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the overwhelming feeling of being watched has eren an edge the moment they step into suburbia. he walks almost always behind elliot, walking backwards for a few seconds, looking every where— and nothing appears.

it doesn’t stop him from continuing his outward search for whatever is watching them, until skin prickles so much that he’s scratching at it. prickles turn into small burns dragging down in lines from his limbs to his face, his gums ache, the exposed skin on his arms burn even more when itching at it goes deeper and sharper than he knew his nails could.

there’re a furry pair of ears on top of his head once he puts his hand on it, on both of them. small, almost even circular, a mesh of brown and golden orange. his sense of balance escalates, now with the striped tail twitching behind him. when he looks down at his arms again, they’re growing striped. so is the rest of him, under his clothes, up his neck, especially gaining shape around eyes that maintain their blue. his face now resembles the black blotches of a tiger’s.

the way he perceives what’s around him now is different. colors are bright, sounds are crisp, smells are intense and movement makes his whiskers vibrate (they’re weird to have and adjust to, enough that he’s twitching his nose around to no end, and rubbing at it with the palms of his hands).

the fact that the next time he gets a better look at elliot and sees rabbit features sends a little alarm ringing in his head. any instincts are bland right now, too new to follow through with, but.

predator and prey together doesn’t feel comforting, and he’d rather keep this in mind. eren’s about to say something about it when his breathing catches in his throat. behind them, not too far up and in their own direct range of sight, is an eye. it blinks at them, and eren’s hair (fur?) stands on end. his ears flatten, his tail swings low and his eyes narrow into slits. he can’t hold his fangs into his own mouth, and feels his lips lifting to show them. ]


He’s here.

[ more eyes appear, and as they blink to focus, both of the boys appear on the screens scattered around the porches of every house. ]
allforyuu: abyssal-icons (threat)

[personal profile] allforyuu 2019-02-20 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
III.

[Eventually, it becomes impossible to avoid the shadowy crowds. Mika tries to acts as nonchalant as he can as the ghost-like shadows seems to walk straight through him, leaving marks like smoke on him. That's not the only thing they leave. As he tries to brush them away, whispers of others' destinies brush against his mind.]

[Your sister is dead. Her soul is--]

[Mika turn around abruptly, looking for the source of the voice. No one in the crowd seems to notice. He brushes his hair away from his eyes, realizing with a lurching horror that it's longer than he remembers.]

[What would you sacrifice to get a contract with a demon?]

[The squirming anxiety and hope sits in his gut even as he looks around with his own eyes. Something is definitely wrong. Scared and unsure, he touches his own face, panicking as he looks around.]

fiddlestick: (oh no)

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2019-02-20 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elliot hasn't been fully made aware of his changes yet. He was noticing that everything suddenly seemed a lot...louder, and the smells from the area seemed all the more poignant. He's not sure what was going on, maybe it was because he was so on edge that everything seemed more notable. He couldn't shake this feeling of being jumpy. So much so that Elliot jumps a little when Eren speaks up, startled by the sudden noise]

You mean Vanderwheel-

[he turns around to glance at his fiance, only to be startled by the other's new appearance. Little ears, a tiger tail, the orange and black stripes. There was part of his rabbit brain that was screaming predator get away as eyes glance at those sharp fangs, but the instinct is still weak. Still, the ears on his head stand up straight in full alert.]

E-Eren! Your... e-everything?
Edited 2019-02-20 15:17 (UTC)
fiddlestick: (crow)

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2019-02-20 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, bass and drums are great for the beat and rhythm, but I can see what you mean.

Sure! I always love trying new styles of music.

Though I don't think I'll use my violin. I've been learning guitar the past year, so I wanna put that to the test. It'd be a better fit anyway.
fiddlestick: (Kill Me.)

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2019-02-20 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
So I'm the one whose suppose to trip and fall from walking backwards? Gee, thanks Pen.

[he doesn't sound mad really, but still!!]
fiddlestick: (headscratch)

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2019-02-20 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it makes sense. Whenever Zee's sent me out to fix something, it usually takes anywhere from a few days to a month. Don't see why this would be any different.

[He watches Tatsuo throw the rock]

Seems like a good spot as any. People can easily find it, and that's what we need in a base until things get more organized.
fiddlestick: (elliot095)

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2019-02-20 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elliot is behind Mika, traveling through and trying his best to avoid the crowds, but it's difficult. And as he moves further in, memories and thoughts that doesn't feel like his or the other Elliot's keeps seeping in.

Elliot, despite his rather wimpy appearance, is trying real hard to keep a grip on things.]


It's not real...it's an illusion. It's not real...

[He keeps saying this outloud, so Mika can hear. But it's clear he's reassuring himself as well]
fiddlestick: (oh no)

II - Before the great Schwarzer Meltdown 2k19

[personal profile] fiddlestick 2019-02-20 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elliot had gone into this gate as well, anticipating something along the lines of monsters or ghosts not....suburbia and transformations. He hadn't noticed his own changes right away: growing large rabbit ears atop his head, the cotton tail sticking out under his shirt, his steps getting lighter until he was practically hopping.

It wasn't until his feet had grown long enough that his shoes became unbearable to wear and he had to take them off did he realize his body was morphing. And even though it wasn't the first time he's been under some transformation, it was still startling to say the least.

But as he came to adjust to his own changes, he heard a scream from down the street. He grabs his staff and half runs, half hops to where Raina is - his eyes growing very wide to see how much Rean's sister has changed]


Raina?!

[He hovers at a distance, really torn between wanting to get close and check on her, and the animal instincts telling him to run from the fire breathing dragon]
brushy: (Default)

for a useless bisexual

[personal profile] brushy 2019-02-20 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it takes a moment to adjust her senses— the colorful hue of blue, of indigo and bright green blind ahmi’s every blink once her hands find a surface. her palms prick, and the older woman soon pulls her hands back to herself, rubbing her palms as she lifts to stand with a click of heels against wet stone.

she can’t seem to bring herself to falling back when she catches true sight of what seems like the shape of arms lapping with the dark waters. uncertain, because a boy’s shadow has once done this to her with muddied intention of swallowing her whole. ahmi takes one step back, and looks around her for rean. she saw him with her, and as the older adult, despite a lack of supernatural ability, her responsibility to keep watch over him throbs like an ache.

she’d do her very best. ]


Rean? Are you there?

[ she’s worried, and it’s still dark. ]
brushy: (Default)

iv

[personal profile] brushy 2019-02-20 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he’d probably hear how soft the footsteps are in this echo— and turning around, malik will be greeted by a tall older woman, her hair greying, a multicolor stonenecklace hanging from her chest, and aside from clothes and two legs, two arms, she has horns. she has patches of glistening scales, bright red with hues of gold. her tail twirls around her leg as she stands still, and her wings, feathery, flutter against her back.

despite everything, she should look and sound familiar. ]


It’s still me, Malik.

[ even if her appearance resembles more a mythical creature than old auntie ahmi, her voice is still warm, if not a little urgent. this wasn’t quite the place where you find affection. ]
armati: (34.)

[personal profile] armati 2019-02-20 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
You have a lot of faith in the network and the people on it.
thisloveisjustice: (Default)

Re: I

[personal profile] thisloveisjustice 2019-02-20 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)

As soon as Togusa latches onto his arm, Tatsuo pulls, so yes, they both end up on the ground.

Tatsuo chuckles as he reaches over to pat Togusa on the shoulder.

"There, see? You made it."

He could say 'See? That wasn't so bad.' But he'd probably get punched. not that Togusa would be able to punch him all that hard right now.

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