[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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[termineur]

[ He'd been trying to sneak past, behind the next house over, but apparently something was watching out for this guy. And he's yelling about...sunners? Great.

Sylar ducks behind the house anyway, pulling his candlestick out of his pocket and holding it ready. But maybe he'll be lucky and Captain Caboose won't investigate. ]

[blueteamsproblem]

[ Caboose is a little slow to react - he's a little slow at most things - so he doesn't turn in time to spot anyone ducking behind any buildings. Still, he isn't about to give up that easily. The smudges of blood staining his coat attest to that. ]

Find 'em, Freckles! Good boy! Who's a good boy!!

[ If Sylar risks a peek, it's immediately apparent that he's not talking to a dog. He's talking to a freaking assault rifle, clutched in his arms like a really ugly baby. It only shoots confetti now, but that's not exactly something someone can tell until it's fired. Super.

It also talks. And, unfortunately, it's smarter than Caboose is. ]

THERE ARE FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW. I RECOMMEND FOLLOWING THEM AND ENGAGING HOSTILES IMMEDIATELY.

[ TOLD YOU. ]

[termineur]

[ Sylar does risk a peek- and is immediately both jealous and terrified that the admin let this man keep an assault rifle. A...talking assault rifle. This world is just not fair.

Cursing internally, he slips through the open front door to the house and walks back to the kitchen- only to backtrack and hide behind that front door. If that gun tracks footprints, then maybe it'll get confused by the wet trail he's left. ]

[blueteamsproblem]

[ Caboose dutifully follows the fresh footprints, but that's about where his competence ends. He lumbers into the house (stealth? What's that??), takes a cursory look around, and stops after taking only a few steps into the building.

He hasn't even noticed the wet floor. Then again, he hasn't noticed Sylar either. ]

Hello? Hello? Stop hiding, please. There is no need to be scared, mystery person who I do not know!

 

Unless you have sinned against the profits, and then there are a lot of reasons to be scared. Like - like, more than five reasons.

[termineur]

[ ...is this guy an idiot? Maybe the brainwashing didn't hit him the same as the others. All the more reason to keep hiding. He likes this little shadowy nook behind the door and is good at staying still in the dark.

Of course, he'd really like it if Caboose went all the way to the kitchen so he can slip out the front door, but oh well. He closes his eyes as soon as Caboose stops walking (it'd be no good to be found by the glow) and just listens. ]

[blueteamsproblem]

[ For a few more seconds, Caboose does the same and just stands there silently. He's never been very good at the seeking part of hide-and-seek. The hiding part, sure! He's sometimes been able to hide for days without Church managing to find him. He's a pro. But looking for people is hard. Thinking is involved. Ugh.

He scratches his head, transferring half-dried blood from his hands to the side of his hair, and half-heartedly tips over a nearby sofa to make sure nobody is hiding under it. Because, you know. That's totally possible. It could be a very small person or something. ]

I think maybe... a sass-squash left the footprints. And not a person, or a sinner. Maybe.

[ The talking rifle doesn't comment, and Caboose takes a few more steps towards the kitchen. Maybe the mystery-person-slash-sasquatch is in there? ]

[termineur]

[ Sylar waits until Caboose is at least ten feet away and facing the kitchen before stepping those few feet it takes to get him to the door. He moves slowly to try and be silent, and he's pretty good at it until he reaches the threshold.

He tries his best to take a quiet step outside and to the side of the doorway. Stay out of sight. At least if this guy notices his presence, he'll know. He'll know and he can book it. ]