[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

Glowing Eyes

[exequies]

Inner Hallways.

[For someone who might seem to be a decrepit old geezer at first glance, Undertaker could move very quickly when he wanted to. Not as quickly as he could with his full powers, but others might still see a flash of black above or below them, as he ran underneath and gracefully leapt over gaps in the hallway floors.

He'd taken the backpack he'd found and hauled off with it, one ration bar sticking half-way out of his mouth as he moved. Eating while moving might sound like a bad idea (and had the potential to be if he miscalculated his steps) but he wasn't bad at multi-tasking.

It doesn't take long for him to overtake someone else at the clip he's going, and they only get a muffled warning before he's right up on them.]

On 'er left!

The Core.

[He has to go much more slowly here. The hallways have tightened, the endless white making it more hazardous to move too quickly or without care. His ears pop as he comes further towards the open space at the centre, but holds off on entering it just yet.

This looks suspiciously like a corral.]

Maybe they are intending to get rid of us, after all~ [No, he isn't suffering from paranoia. At least, not any caused by the exposure effect. But he cocks his head back at whoever's with him, looking over his shoulder at them.]

What do you think?

inner hallway

[howdull]

[Now that is interesting. Undertaker had not seemed nearly so spry the last time they saw each other in person, so it seems some of that was an act at least.]

You're not human either, are you?

[On your right!]

[exequies]

[It isn't until he hears Sherlock's voice that he realizes his error. Coming to a skidding stop, he lets his voluminous overcoat and robe settle around him before he addresses the other man. He sounds only slightly out of breath even at the clip he'd been moving.]

What an unexpected greeting.

[Undertaker adjusts his mostly empty pack, brushing his hair back with one hand before he turns.]

And what makes you ask that? [There's a mischievous tilt to his smile that says he's very interested in hearing Sherlock's explanation.]

[howdull]

[The reaction erases the last of his doubts, and a smile brightens his face in the smug sort of way he always has when he's right.]

Thank you for the confirmation.

[No explanations yet, he's enjoying having the puzzle pieces finally.]

I doubt you're also a demon. Something more attuned to death and the passing of souls to take a job like an undertaker, to make that your identity.

[exequies]

[An amused giggle leaves him, despite the fact that he knows he's been found out. He'll even compliment Sherlock's capabilities.]

Congratulations, consulting detective. You figured it out in record time~ Though I gave you some of the clues on purpose.

[howdull]

Some form of Grim Reaper, perhaps, or one of its many variations?

[His smile gets a little wider, he does so love to be right.]

[exequies]

[Reaching up, he brushes some of his long bangs to the side. They won't stay put for long, but for the moment it reveals a portion of his usually hidden features. As Sherlock may have also expected, his face is that of a fairly young man in his early thirties or so. Hardly as old as he pretends to be.

His glowing eye is an unusual yellow-green, it's iris a dual layer instead of a human's singular band.]

A variation. I was surprised to learn how many of them there are spread between worlds.

[howdull]

[Now that is interesting. He commits it to memory in a single piercing glance, confident that he can dissect it at his leisure later.]

Even confined to one world, many countries have their own mythos surrounding the Reaper, it's hardly surprising that there would be variations in what actually exist.

[exequies]

That's true~ But they all come from the same source in mine. [His voice still has a reedy quality to it until he drops all inflection aside from his accent.]

Well, now that you've figured my identity out what will you do?

[howdull]

Nothing.

[He looks almost surprised at the question.]

Why would I want to do anything with it? The puzzle is the thrill.

the core, prophet eyes

[armoured]

[Al sort of regrets coming so far into this room. His body already isn't in peak physical condition, and the added strange pressure is just making it hard to breathe. He's ended up crouched on the floor against one of the walls, just for a moment, just to catch his breath. That's where he is when the newcomer speaks to him. Or he thinks it's to him.]

Maybe.

[He tilts his head, not looking afraid.]

But I think if that's what they intend, they won't like the fight on their hands when they try it.

[exequies]

[Raising one arm, Undertaker snickers into his sleeve before he turns to face Al. The pressure's weighing on him too, but he's better equipped to deal with it than the rail-thin thing before him.]

Do you really think you ought to be saying that? You look as though you might blow away at the slightest breeze...

[armoured]

Looks can be deceiving.

[He's a little annoyed at being laughed at, pulling himself as straight as he can with pride.]

And I'm not the only one here who would be fighting.

[exequies]

That goes without saying, you know~ I'm sure most of our lot would be all too happy to go down fighting without a second thought.

[Coming closer, he peers down at Al to get a better look at him and even crouches down to narrow their difference in height.]

But who knows? Maybe we'll be invited to a chat over tea, instead.

[armoured]

[It's so strange not to be the tallest person around any more, and something about the crouching gesture seems almost mocking rather than considerate.]

I don't think I'd go that far, and I hope nobody will need to go down fighting, but-- if that's what it comes to, isn't it better to put it all on the line in the pursuit of freedom?

[exequies]

Of course. It's just too bad that heroes rarely enjoy the freedom they're fighting for.

[armoured]

I guess what being a hero is, doing what's best for the world even if it costs you everything.

[exequies]

[He's silent for a few seconds while he gives some thought to what Al's just said. But only for a few seconds, before he rather flippantly adjusts his hat and rises back to his feet.]

Good thing I'm not one, then.

the core

[toushiro]

[ 'Sup UT, have a small shinigami. Of course, he doesn't know that this is the person who texted him out of the blue; Hitsugaya 'hms' in thought. ]

Maybe. [ Do they, though? ] I don't suppose you'd know why.

[exequies]

[Why are you all so tiny? It's weird. But in response Undertaker just grins and shrugs his shoulders, one hand raising to gesture lightly with his words.]

Who knows? Contamination or a fear that we'll be taken over by an outside entity, perhaps? It's difficult to say.

[toushiro]

[ He's just a kid okay!! Why are you such an old man ]

But then they'd have to start all over to meet their population quota. At least, that's what we've been told.

[exequies]

Do you really think that there's anything forcing the admin to adhere to the truth? We don't even know what these sessions are really for, yet.

[toushiro]

I'm only saying this as a possibility. It might not even be the admin keeping us here, after all.

[exequies]

Hmm, that's true~ No one else springs to mind at the moment, though. But there could be someone else standing behind the curtain.

[toushiro]

[ And that's a whole other can of worms they have yet to find out about. ]

There's the Prophet. That might explain the song that we all heard earlier.