[log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: mysterious, white hallways
Date: Day 193-194
Summary: Find friends. Get lost. Don't look.
Warnings: Potential for gore and psychological horror. Please note any specific warnings in your subject lines!

While confusingly similar, the area is split into a few different sections:

The Core
The hallways here are narrow and twist at a rapid rate. With how dazzlingly white everything is, it's easy to not realize you're coming on a turn and slam right into the walls. There are no rooms here--no one starts here, though they may find it while they wander. At the center is a large, round area, like the center of a spiral. There's a lot of air pressure here.

The Inner Hallways
The largest area, filled with dead ends, gentle slopes and twists, and, occasionally, difficult-to-see drops where a higher hallway intersects with a lower one without a wall to separate them. The whole place tastes vaguely like blood. Most rooms are here--most people start here.

The Outer Hallways
The outer ring of the ball of yarn. It's not as thick with halls and twists as the other two areas, leading to a lot more boring walking in one direction. It's totally possible to circle around the same path multiple times without realizing it, as everything is so similar here. Occasionally, footsteps can be heard just outside the farthest walls. Sometimes, something breathes. There are a few rooms here--some people will start here.


Remember to note what kind of eyes your character has in their top level!

Comments

A

[armoured]

[He almost turns and slips away in the opposite direction when he hears a confrontational voice, knowing he's far from in an optimal position to fight anyone at the moment. But then he realises who's voice it is.

Al comes barrelling around the corner as fast as his noodle legs will let him, huge grin all over his face despite the situation they've found themselves in.]

Brother!

[snowblindmods]

Buh--thur. [It sounds like a parrot, or something else mimicking human words without the understanding or the mouth structure for it, coming from the other side of the wall.]

[armoured]

[NOPE! NO NO NO!

It reminds him so forcibly and suddenly of Nina that it nearly makes him sick, coming to a sudden halt to look towards the wall.]

...who's there?

[renkinjutsu]

[Ed doesn't even get the chance to react to his brother's arrival other than his posture relaxing vaguely before the sound of something trying to mimic Al's words. Like Al, the familiarity of it makes his stomach turn.

Ed closes the distance between himself and his brother cautiously but quickly, eyes looking toward the wall the sound came from.]

Stay away from the wall, Al. Whatever that is, I think it's been there a while. [he's heard SOMETHING breathing, after all.]

[snowblindmods]

Who thur? [The voice dutifully repeats the sounds it hears. It seems to hesitate, hearing another voice, but then it continues.]

Stay uh-way. Al. Al. Al. Al. Al. Al.

[armoured]

[Even despite not being in the body he's most often fought beside Ed in, Al still instinctively takes up a defensive stance at his side ready to fight.]

You can come out.

[Whatever this is, they need to see it.]

We won't hurt you.

[renkinjutsu]

[Of course Al's going to invite whatever it is out to their two person party. Ed frowns. Al's not in any condition to fight in that body and Ed knows it. He's also not so sure how smart it is to call out whatever this thing is out into the hallway with them. How good of an idea could that possibly be? Ed reaches an arm out in front of Al, between him and the wall.]

Al how do we know this isn't going to want to hurt us? Our intentions won't matter either way.

[But he doesn't contradict Al's invitation, none the less.]

[snowblindmods]

[There's scratching from the other side of the wall--long nails scraping down metal.]

Al. Al. Al. [Scratch, scratch, scratch.]

[armoured]

And we don't know that they're not trapped like us, we have to help if we can.

[He's not just going to abandon someone-- something-- possibly in distress.]

Can you hear me? Al-- that's right, Al is my name, and this is my brother, Ed. Do you have a name?

[renkinjutsu]

[The sounds of nails against metal makes Ed wince. Al has a point, it could be trapped like them but...He's not comfortable with this. Maybe in a different situation he might feel more comfortable attempting to "help". But the better part of him doesn't want to leave someone behind, either despite his apprehension.]

I don't think they're going to do anything more than repeat what we've said. [he reaches up to settle a gloved hand on the wall anyway, a frown on his face.] If they can do anything else at all.

[snowblindmods]

Ed. Al. Al. [Long white arms that have been dripping down from the ceiling like long threads of saliva grip Al's face, pads of its fingers resting on Al's cheek bones.]

[armoured]

Whoa--!!

[He freezes in place as he's touched by something, eyes tilting upward towards the ceiling to try and find the owner of those arms. His own arm comes up to try and keep Ed from intervening rashly. The hands aren't hurting him, nor do they seem aggressive.]

R-Right, that's me. Are you going to come all the way down where we can see you?

[renkinjutsu]

[Intervening rashly is kind of what Ed does, and what he'd been about to do. He'd felt his heart leap into his throat at about the same time as he moved towards Al and whatever the HELL that was to pull his brother out of what seemed to him to be harm's way. But with a echoed rubbery squeal from his boots, he stops short when Al lifts his arm and he shoots his brother an alarmed and panicked look. Al you can't be serious.]

Al... dammit, this is really stupid! [he hisses the words out rather than outright yelling, his hands lowering as he looks upward at the ceiling apprehensively. With the thing's hands on his brother's face, he doesn't want to startle it.]

[snowblindmods]

Al. Al. [The hands explore Alphonse's face very carefully, until finally they find his eyes, stopping at the corners. Looking at the ceiling, it's as if the room itself has grown arms and hands to reach around.

For an instant, Alphonse sees something that isn't there. He's in the dark, chasing fireflies that flicker and glow. Whenever he catches one, he crushes it between his fingers. It bleeds like a human would.]

Ed. [The hands extend to Edward now, to grip his face and leave Alphonse to think about what he saw.]

[armoured]

[Al lets out a harsh gasp of distress. Seeing an image like that is horrifying, especially knowing how they bleed, but the sight is come and gone in a moment.]

What-- what are you trying to show us? Wait! Please, come down, talk to us.

[renkinjutsu]

[Ed doesn't see the vision that's been shared with Al, instead all he sees is the reaction his brother has to it and he doesn't like it. He moves again towards Al, fully intending to rip the weird drippy ceiling arms away from his brother's face just as they release Al and turn towards him.]

Woah, no thanks pal, I'm not interested! [He lifts his flesh and bone arm up to bat away one of the limbs coming towards him as a new wave of panic rises from the depths of his gut. No. Nuh-uh. No way.]

[snowblindmods]

Ed. Ed. Ed. Bruh-thurrr. [The hands continue to reach, stubbornly. Touching them is like touching the walls. Eventually, one hand grips Ed's arm to hold it still while the other continues to try to reach for Ed's face.

Its grip is very strong. If Ed pulls too hard on his arm, he may hurt himself.]

[armoured]

Hey!

[Al's voice, which had been soothing and kind, becomes much sterner in that moment.]

He said no. We want to help-- we want to talk to you, but not like this. Let go!

[He moves forwards to help try and tug one of the arms off.]

[renkinjutsu]

W-what the hell?! [That name said in that intonnation brings up memories Ed would really like to avoid. Despite a hesitation, Ed does try to pull away and only finds himself wincing when it does nothing productive. When Al joins his efforts to escape he cranes his neck back away from the other hand, but turns towards his brother, his attention shifting completely.]

Al stop! You're going to get yourself hurt, dammit! Please! [the under current of panic and concern over his brother's state of being is first and foremost on his mind in this instant. Ed has no trust for whatever this thing is, and while it didn't physically hurt Al before, he doesn't put that kind of violence past whatever this was.]

[snowblindmods]

[While it's still holding Ed, the other hand stops moving.] Al. Bruh-thurr. Ed.

[armoured]

[He might be weaker physically than he would like right now, but that doesn't mean he's helpless. He's not about to back down when Ed is in trouble, and it shows in the determined glint to his eyes.]

You think I'm just going to leave you? Idiot!

[He thought they'd had that argument before.]

Here... take hold of my hand, I'll pull you free.

[renkinjutsu]

[They've had that conversation, but it's probably one they'll have to have continuously. He grimaces, taking the momentary reprieve from approaching ceiling arms to reach his metal hand out to take Al's offered one. He'd been glad to have his arm back for a day or two now, but in this moment he's even more grateful.]

Yeah, yeah. I get it, Al. It's just... [Al might not be helpless but can you really blame Ed for worrying? (Al you got excited about cut up feet for one???) He attempts to pull his arm again, gently this time, his gaze flickering back to the hand that had been approaching his face one more time.] Yeah, we're brothers. Glad you noticed.

[snowblindmods]

[The hands are still. Ed still isn't free, but the other one isn't reaching, either.] Al. Iiiii. Ed. Iiiii. Iiiiiiiii.

[armoured]

[Al takes a chance... even as one hand takes Ed's metal arm, his other one reaches out to take one of the hands in his own.]

You what? Come on, please, talk to us. You don't want to hurt us, you want to help us.

[renkinjutsu]

[You know what, he's going to stop trying to pull his arm free, because at this point he's going to wind up with bruises he'll have to deal with later. He can still feel his heart beating up in his throat, but he's somehow thankful that Al has managed to remain mostly a calm voice of reason.

Even if he still thinks calling out to this thing was a stupid, horrible idea. He's been proven right on that one.]

What did it do to you before, Al? Was that helping? [he shoots a brow raised "WELL WAS IT" expression to the bodyless armhands. This has gone from horrifying to awkward pretty fast.]