[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

[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.]

[snowblindmods]

Iiiiii. Iiiiii. Iii. Iii. Iii. [Each iteration comes more quickly than the last, more insistently.]

[armoured]

It-- It made me see myself killing fireflies that bled like people.

[So no, not particularly helpful.]

[renkinjutsu]

[Ed frowns. There's not much that makes sense in that vision, but it's enough to make Ed's curiosity surge slightly over his apprehension of letting this thing touch him. Not to mention there's something about the sound the thing is making, the shorter it gets. I? Eye?]

Al, let go. [He's fighting himself to make this decision, but the hand he'd reached out towards his brother pulls back towards himself. A shaky but slowly steadying breath passes Ed's lips.]

I'll be fine. [He'll allow it, ceiling cat.]

[snowblindmods]

[The hand reaches, careful and hesitant, to Edward's face. When nothing happens to stop it, it begins a similar search of Ed's face until reaching his eyes.

For just an instant, a vision: Ed running, blind, from something. There are others beside him, lit up like fire, but one by one a groping hand grabs them and crushes them.

An instant before it crushes, Ed, he's able to see whose hand it is: his brother, staring at him with the merciless unseeing eyes of the prophet.

With its warning delivered, the hands slide back up into the ceiling and vanish as if they were never there at all. The scratching stops. Al and Ed are left alone.]

[armoured]

[Al really isn't sure how pleased he is about the idea of letting Ed be touched, but his brother can make his own choices, so he doesn't fight it.

When the hands withdraw all of a sudden, he's at Ed's side in a moment, concern bright in his eyes.]

Brother? Are you okay? Did you-- what did you see?

[renkinjutsu]

[when the vision is over, Ed lets out a gasp for air like he hadn't really realized he'd been holding his breath. At first, he lifts a hand up as if to move away from Alphonse as his gaze tries to refocus on the here and now, but halfway through the action he reaches out and puts a hand on Al's shoulder as if to try and steady himself.]

I'm... I'm fine Al. [he hesitates, looking at his brother's face, and the eyes that are scribbled there.] I was running in the dark from something. I couldn't see... but there were others with me and then there were less of them. Something was snuffing out their light. [And slowly Ed remembers the most important detail of the vision. The "something" had been Al. He grimaces, his fingers tightening slightly on his brother's shoulder.]

[armoured]

[That sounds horrific. Al's own vision was bad enough, the blood on his fingers, but it had just been fireflies he was crushing. If Ed had to see other people die, people they might both know, that was much worse.]

Did you see what it was?

[It could be some sort of anomaly? The prophet? Even a vague description might help give them clues to work with.]

[renkinjutsu]

[He doesn't want to tell Al. Ed makes it a point to fixate his gaze somewhere off in the middle distance, maybe the floor, but pointedly not at his brother for a moment while his mouth turns into a firm frown.]

...It was some kind of warning, Al. I think it has to do with all of this. [as he says "this" Ed waves his hands in front of his glowing eyes.]

I don't think the things you saw in your vision were bugs, Al.

[armoured]

What are you talking about?

[He hates when Ed gets that expression on his face, like he's not going to talk. It happens sometimes after a bad nightmare about that night, he knows that's what Ed dreams of, but he pretends like he doesn't.]

Brother, you have to tell me what you saw. It could be important.