[log] eye see you [closed]

[armoured]

Characters: Alphonse, Edward, Sora, Davesprite, Homura, Dug, Hitsugaya
Location Building 58
Date: Days 179 and 180
Summary: Lots of people converge on building 58 for the night, and then the event happens
Warnings: Probably creepy eye shenanigans

[58: A simple single-story building, the snow weighs uneasily on it, and it creaks and groans under the strain at the best of times. It's very dark, and only the kitchen and living room are intact. The kitchen has a back door. Two snowmen have been built outside. A message has been written on the wall in blue ink: "Don't wreck the snowmen! That's super mean!" "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING EAST." has been carved into one of the walls. The following has been written on the wall in blue pen: "This is Building 95 97 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath this is a fairly accurate map showing the house in relation to the school and buildings 29, 35, 35, 37, 40, 41, 47, 48, 50, 53. House 34 is labeled "Medical assistance; hot, clean water. Contact Dr. Epps @claytonator". The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed".]

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[toushiro]

Day 179
[ After being picked up by Alphonse, Hitsugaya encounters the others in the group. A bunch of unfamiliar faces--though he's wondering if the one with wings is Davesprite from their earlier conversation--but he doesn't bother introducing himself first, not really one for formalities.

His main focus is to keep himself from getting frostbite. Hitsugaya's hands are tucked under his arms, and it's clear that he's not really warm at all with what he's wearing. He's already feeling the tingles in his fingers and feet, which isn't a good sign, so he'll be going to check to see if the sink is working. ]

Day 180, Morning
[ Hitsugaya is awakened by the sound of wind thrashing against the building. It's very loud, to say the least, and he slowly rises to take a look outside: it's storming. Great. They're stuck indoors, it seems, but it'll at least give him time to warm up. Little does he know that today's going to be a bit different than the rest.

He'll be approaching whoever's nearby. ]

Do you have enough food to last until the storm's over?

179

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite had been at the hospital along with everyone but Ed, but it had been easy to miss running into Hitsugaya when the place was so large. He settled down in one of the rooms on an upper floor and mostly kept there. Being away from Al's clanking was more comfortable, for one thing.]

[Travel, then, was travel. Whether by pieces or together they've made it to this house, and since then Davesprite has taken up a spot guarding the back door. Too many people means a raised chance of anomalies, he knows; and between that and the unavoidable clicking and clanking of Al's armor and Ed's automail, he's on high tension.]

[The sunglasses at least hide how his eyes track Hitsugaya from the moment he enters the room.]

If you're trying to warm up, you won't get anything hot from there.

[toushiro]

[ Hitsugaya is pretty small, so he might be easy to miss, yeah. And he does agree, to some extent, that Al's clanking is a little annoying, but he's not bothered by it personally.

Hitsugaya turns to the source of the voice. Davesprite. His frown deepens just the slightest bit before he goes back to stuffing his hands under his arms. ]

You wouldn't happen to have anything that can make any heat, would you?

[ Probably not, but it's worth a shot. ]

[mrcreamsicles]

[He spreads his hands, palms empty, though he has his bag and other carried things settled on the floor near him.]

Nope, and if I did I'd be using it already. These feathers only do so much.

You're Hitsugaya, right?

[Now that he's heard him speak directly, he remembers the voice.]

[toushiro]

[ Lame. It's no wonder everyone's struggling to survive; warmth is a luxury, and for once, he could actually use some warm weather. Why are human bodies so weak? He's never had this problem before as a shinigami. One of the perks of being an ice user. ]

Yes. And you're Davesprite?

HOW DID I FORGET THIS LOG?

[armoured]

[Al has noticed that Hitsugaya has been flexing his hands more throughout the day and protecting them as much as he can from the cold, and he can't deny that he's worried. So when he heads to the sink, Al clanks after him in concern.]

Hey-- Are you okay?

no worries beef curry B)

[toushiro]

[ Ah--he's only just met Alphonse, but he could already guess that he's kind of a worrier. Watches over everyone like a mother hen. ]

Trying to keep my hands from freezing off.

[ He will be okay, though! He's a little more durable in the cold, but not enough to keep things like these from happening. ]

<3

[armoured]

[Oh no, his mother hen instincts uncovered already!]

I wish I had some spare gloves to lend you, but maybe I could cut some fabric from my scarf and you could wrap that around your hands?

[toushiro]

[ He had a feeling that Alphonse was Team Mom. ]

...We can cut mine.

[ He'd been hesitant to cut his scarf--there's not enough material for both of his hands, but he looks at it again, and realizes he can at least cover one! Plus, he didn't have anything to cut it with, so... ]

[mrcreamsicles]

A. evening 179 - early day 180

[The onset of paranoia has been stubborn. It's been nearly a week with it now, sitting at the edge of his mind. And it wasn't as bad at first. But what was casual unease and double-checking doors and windows became letting no one at his back, became vigilance at every clink and clank from Al, became unfading tension at the size of the group that's settled down in these two dark rooms.]

[It was easier at the hospital when there was more room to spread out, but here there are so many people. And sure, he's good with most of the group. Homura and Dug were his traveling companions for over a week, Sora one before that, and Al helpful and kind. But he barely knows Hitsugaya or Ed now that they've joined, and the distinct possibility of an anomaly coming along has him hovering by the back door, always listening for the sound of something outside.]

[He's visibly jumpy. Any louder sound of Al shifting gets a twitch out of him, whether they're in the same room or not, and now and then he may snap off to the group in a stressed tone:] Could you quiet down?

[But should anyone come up to him or address him, he's apt to jolt and grit out:] Don't sneak up on me.

B. afternoon 180 / event

[The pain hits sharp and sudden, and even Davesprite's paranoia puts away the idea of an attack when he sees he's not the only one. Six people out of seven, synchronized pain. He wedges himself down against a wall, tail curled tight, teeth grit as it wears on until the end. A hand pressed close to his stomach keeps him grounded past the inevitable memory of when Jack stabbed him in the stomach.]

[Once eventually the pain wears off, however, the glow of their eyes takes his attention over any relief he might have otherwise felt. His own serve as burning points of orange behind the lenses of his sunglasses, too bright to be hidden entirely.]

What the hell just happened?

A

[renkinjutsu]

[Ed hadn't meant to sneak up on Davesprite, so when he snaps Ed lifts his hands up in a defensive, peaceable gesture despite the annoyed scowl on his face. He understands, to an extent, why someone would be jumpy in a situation like this.]

Jeez, take a breath. It's just me. [he pauses for a bit, lifting a metal hand to scratch at the back of his head.] We're stuck here together for now, so I thought I should introduce myself.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite does at least take a breath. His feathers settle from where they'd ruffled, and he turns so his back is against the door, head turned just to the side to keep an ear to it. It doesn't feel like the safest position, but there is the stupid niggling notion that something dangerous is just around the corner no matter what he does in this house. It doesn't help that Ed's automail brings its own metallic sounds, albeit not as prevalent as Al's.]

Al already told me before we showed up. You're his brother, right? That fullmetal newbie from the network?

[He does appreciate that Ed hasn't freaked out over him being a floating, orange bird person. That's the one thing he does like about this place: most people don't bother him about it.]

[renkinjutsu]

[You know, the whole orange floaty not really human thing WOULD normally be something he would bring up maybe under different circumstances? But considering He's currently the owner of technology that would likely never be possible in his own world, has met and talked with people of all sorts of creeds at this point, it just seems like a minor weirdness to him.

But it looks like his reputation precedes him. Sort...of.]

Yeah, that's me. Edward Elric. I'm still putting names to faces, though. We've talked on the ...network... right?

[mrcreamsicles]

Yep.

[Davesprite points a finger at himself.]

Feathery douche, or Davesprite. Take your pick.

So how come you're the guy calling himself fullmetal when you're not even halfway there? Don't try to tell me it's a Full Metal Jacket ref; I already know that doesn't exist in your world.

B

[seekthelight]

[Initially Sora had just thought the pain was apart of what he'd been feeling for a couple of months now but then it had gotten worse. His stomach had felt like it was tearing itself to shreds and he had ended up curled up on his side, wrapped up in one of his blankets just trying to ignore it.

Ten minutes had felt like eternity and when it finally passed Sora had let out a shaky breath, rubbing at his stomach some as he slowly unfolded.

As he starts to look around to see how the others are doing he notices the glowing eyes and he frowns, for a moment thinking he was imagining it but--]

Are--are my eyes like that too? [Sora pushes himself up, reaching up to rub at his eyes with the palms of his hands.] What...I don't understand..

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite's voice is strained as he catches his breath now that the pain is gone. But he got up and got things done even with a bleeding wound back in the game, and right now he wants to understand what's going on too much to give himself a break to recover.]

[He looks back to Sora, taking in the blue gleam before he covers his eyes.]

Yeah, they are. And I've got no fuckin' idea. Wish I could say I was glad I wasn't actually attacked, but who's got room for gladness when we've got more weird eye stuff going on? What do you want to bet this has something to do with the prophet? I'm getting sick up to my craw of having to deal with this stuff, and I'm not even out east with the dolls.

[seekthelight]

The dolls?

[Someone hasn't really been keeping up on everything that's going on. He's been so busy moving supplies around that he hadn't paid the network much mind.]

What dolls?

[He squints over at the other now that he knows his eyes are glowing as well, peering at Davesprite as best he can.]

Whatever's going on, I just hope it ends soon.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He sighs through his nose, irritated, but more at their situation than at Sora directly. Dealing with the pain has left him more tired than he already was, and has done very little good for his mood.]

There's some stupid puzzle off in the split tunnels people are trying to solve. There's this locked door at the end of them, these dolls people keep finding with the prophet eye symbol on them, and they think they're connected. You'll have to ask one of them if you want better details.

[renkinjutsu]

Day 179
[This is a lot more people than he probably expected, but if it bothers Ed, he doesn't seem to show it. Currently he's sitting against a wall somewhere nearby his brother grumpily thumbing through his device with the hand that actually manages to work with it. There's a lot of information to look through and he wants to make sure he commits as much as he can to memory.

At least, for the most part he's managed to stay relatively comfortable, if chilled. He's appreciative of the extra pea coat, which he has on underneath his longer more familiar one. Eventually he gets frustrated with the application not doing something he wanted to or other similarly stupid tech-dumb mistake and he drops the device into his lap with an audible grumble.]

What a pain in the ass. [at least he's getting better.....?]

Day 180: Afternoon
[It's hard not to be keyed up after events from the morning. Ed finds himself brooding by one of the windows, eyes fixed on the white out conditions beyond the glass. It's kind of stifling if he thinks about it too much; he's not all that fond of being trapped in a building he can't leave considering the nature of this place as he's come to understand it.

But at least he's here with Al which gives today some bonus points over recent past. Except, as a sharp pain suddenly hits his stomach, all of the bonus points this day might have had are suddenly out the window. Before Ed can catch himself, he feels himself falling down to take a knee, one gloved hand gripping white knuckled on the sill of the window he'd been standing at just momentarily before. Wincing , he turns his attention to anyone else in the room though he hasn't caught his breath to say anything just yet.

Is it food poisoning? Is he the only one affected? Eventually, he manages to find his voice and calls out.]

...Hey. Something's wrong.

A!

[seekthelight]

[It was strange. After traveling alone for so long Sora felt strange being surrounded by so many people. It wasn't a bad thing, by any means! It was just overwhelming sometimes.

Which is why he had branched off from everyone else to explore the house they ended up in, searching for anything useful before coming across where Ed and Al had settled in.

He still couldn't figure out why they looked so different if they were brothers..]

You alright? [He offers a smile and a slight wave, voice raspy from coughing.]

[renkinjutsu]

[Ed looks over at the source of the voice. It's one of the ones he's not all that familiar with, and he frowns a little bit deeper.]

Yeah I'm fine. Just still getting used to this thing. [he lifts the tablet up and waves it around half heartedly.] Nothin' to worry about.

[seekthelight]

[That wasn't very convincing, Ed.

At all.]

Right.

[A beat then--]

I'm Sora, by the way.

[Not that the other asked.]

If you do end up needing anything, I sort of help run a supply trail on this end of Norfinbury!

[Insert a small smile here.]

I can do my best to keep an eye out for whatever you may need.

I make my own prompts fight me

[armoured]

[The moment he sees Ed, the same old brother that he remembers so clearly, all of Al's self control slips away and he runs at top speed towards him. Ed will have to move fast if he doesn't want to be grabbed by a large metal brother who is going to squeeze him to within an inch of his life.]

Brother!

[It's a half sigh of relief, and half shout of happiness.]

You're really here.

[Maybe not the most inspiring thing to say to start with, but he's just so happy that it slips out.]

i'm a lover not a fighter, besides this is even better than prompts

[renkinjutsu]

[shit, incoming]

Ack— [Ed moves but it's not fast enough, as he finds himself engulfed in the enthusiastic—if painful—brotherly embrace. His feet probably aren't even touching the ground anymore, but more importantly Ed's having to struggle for his ability to breath.]

Al, I've gotta breathe! [Ed lifts a hand up to lightly knock the side of Al's helmet] C'mon! It's.... it's good to see you too.

[Despite himself a grin is seated firmly on his face. ]

[armoured]

[At least Al's helmet is cushioned behind several layers of scarf, making him look like he has a lumpy cloth head rather than a helmet, so that knock doesn't produce the usual ringing sound. He doesn't want to attract anyone else's attention right now, this is all about his brother and their reunion.

Which means he's not putting Ed down.]

I can't believe you're really here! You look taller than I remember.

[That's not true, and he follows it up with the tiniest of shaky laughs, he just wants to make Ed smile all the wider.]