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snowblindrpg2015-07-25 03:05 am
feralone) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-07-25 03:05 am
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[log/closed] cabin fever
Characters: Link and Max
Location Building 126 in square H14
Date: Day 017
Summary: Link and Max are traveling together. Link decides he can't actually leave Zelda behind despite their agreement. They turn around and backtrack. Max has cabin fever in the worst f---ing tiny building ever. Things do not go well.
Warnings: CABIN FEVER. Thankfully, not as gross as the movie. Unfortunately just as violent though. Possible foul language and definitely violence within.
The further away from the one bedroom building Max got the better he began to feel. He had never stayed in one place for so long. Granted, he had continued to explore and travel outside (or inside the tunnels as the case were in this area) but the past three nights in a row had seen him making his way back to the same small bedroom to take shelter. He had never done that before, continually moving about to search new buildings, never staying in one place for long. This was an oddity for him. And its effects were new.
He didn't really understand that staying in the same building for so many nights in a row was causing the added uneasiness but that was certainly the case. Right now there were shadows lurking about making things worse, too, and he had more concentration on that than his mental health or lack thereof. For all he knew they were causing the wariness and hallucinations to grow worse; it certainly seemed to fit this place. And it was natural he'd be wary of these shadow-things anyway.
Then Link had a crisis of conscience and decided to turn around and go back. Max stood a lengthy amount of time in the snow and ice, with no movement except for the light of his tablet dancing eerily across the tunnels. With a grunt of disappointment, he eventually turned and stomped after Link. Apparently he couldn't leave the others just yet. For whatever reason he felt compelled to keep with them.
He wouldn't in a million years admit that it might be a need to protect them.
They were headed back to that one bedroom house again. All of Max's insecurities and paranoia began to creep back in on him as they neared the building. He thought he saw the shadows jerking threateningly at the edges of his vision and twitched considerably each time he thought he saw one. But it was always nothing. They had left Link and Max alone since departing from Zelda. The only thing Max ever saw was regular shadows when he turned to look, jumping awkwardly in the light from his tablet but otherwise nothing unusual to be found. There was no immediate threat surrounding him.
And yet he felt it. Glory even kept him company more and more throughout the day, yelling at him and accusing him, and attacking him with more shadow hallucinations. He grew weary of trying to process fact from fiction. His determination kept him going and he refused to show his distress--though he couldn't hide the fact that he kept flinching away from things that simply weren't there--until they reached the shelter for the night.
Then things got worse.
Location Building 126 in square H14
Date: Day 017
Summary: Link and Max are traveling together. Link decides he can't actually leave Zelda behind despite their agreement. They turn around and backtrack. Max has cabin fever in the worst f---ing tiny building ever. Things do not go well.
Warnings: CABIN FEVER. Thankfully, not as gross as the movie. Unfortunately just as violent though. Possible foul language and definitely violence within.
The further away from the one bedroom building Max got the better he began to feel. He had never stayed in one place for so long. Granted, he had continued to explore and travel outside (or inside the tunnels as the case were in this area) but the past three nights in a row had seen him making his way back to the same small bedroom to take shelter. He had never done that before, continually moving about to search new buildings, never staying in one place for long. This was an oddity for him. And its effects were new.
He didn't really understand that staying in the same building for so many nights in a row was causing the added uneasiness but that was certainly the case. Right now there were shadows lurking about making things worse, too, and he had more concentration on that than his mental health or lack thereof. For all he knew they were causing the wariness and hallucinations to grow worse; it certainly seemed to fit this place. And it was natural he'd be wary of these shadow-things anyway.
Then Link had a crisis of conscience and decided to turn around and go back. Max stood a lengthy amount of time in the snow and ice, with no movement except for the light of his tablet dancing eerily across the tunnels. With a grunt of disappointment, he eventually turned and stomped after Link. Apparently he couldn't leave the others just yet. For whatever reason he felt compelled to keep with them.
He wouldn't in a million years admit that it might be a need to protect them.
They were headed back to that one bedroom house again. All of Max's insecurities and paranoia began to creep back in on him as they neared the building. He thought he saw the shadows jerking threateningly at the edges of his vision and twitched considerably each time he thought he saw one. But it was always nothing. They had left Link and Max alone since departing from Zelda. The only thing Max ever saw was regular shadows when he turned to look, jumping awkwardly in the light from his tablet but otherwise nothing unusual to be found. There was no immediate threat surrounding him.
And yet he felt it. Glory even kept him company more and more throughout the day, yelling at him and accusing him, and attacking him with more shadow hallucinations. He grew weary of trying to process fact from fiction. His determination kept him going and he refused to show his distress--though he couldn't hide the fact that he kept flinching away from things that simply weren't there--until they reached the shelter for the night.
Then things got worse.
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Unfortunately, he didn't know that Max himself was nearing that point of paranoia. Their surly companion hadn't been first on Link's mind, for obvious reasons, and while Link didn't think that Zelda couldn't handle herself, Max looked like he'd been handling himself for a lot longer. Any concern had been obliterated first by his fixation on his friend and next by that assumption.
It simply hadn't crossed his mind that Max might have been experiencing what was rumoured around here.
While the man was generally quiet and attentive to a point approaching paranoia, it didn't take Link long to find that things were worse than normal. In fact, as soon as the shelter locked behind them, he noticed the behaviour. How could he not? The shelter was tiny. They were crammed in together.
Warily, as if approaching a wild animal, Link raised his hands and tried to make his voice soothing.
"You ok?"
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"Stay away from me," he eventually said, tone deep and harsh in its low growling tone. His hand went for the knife strapped to his chest and rested there in warning. Despite their time together so far it was beginning to become clear that he couldn't be trusted.
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He got a feeling he might be more dangerous, though, in this situation. His eyes track the motion of the knife and he takes a soft breath. He doesn't have his magical gauntlets anymore, but if he were careful he could use the leather of his standard ones to deflect a blow if it came.
It had best not.
There wasn't anywhere for him to go to give the man some space. Saying that, he thinks, wouldn't be for the best. Instead, he sets about trying to find an area he could go to. Max doesn't get trusted with his back to him, though. Link edges around the room, never taking his eyes from the threat.