[log] Event: Howl [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

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Rhys - Prophet

[headjacked]

Hello?

[ It's impeccably stupid to cry out in this kind of situation, but Rhys sure loves to stick his foot in his mouth. Brain/mouth filter, why must you fail him so often.

He seems to realize that immediately and bites his lip. He so very, very much wishes that he had his Trusty Frying Pan, at the very least. Or Dumpy. Rhys has been in too many life or death situations to count, yet something about this... he's rattled to the core.

Follow the dots. The less scary dots. That's all he's gotta do. That, and keep himself from falling apart, or, uh. Falling to his death. If he encounters someone friendly, someone who can help, he'll cling to them like a noodly parasite. If they're someone or something less friendly... ... ...at least he has long legs. ]

[devoutish]

Rhys!

{Alfie is climbing a staircase that seems to move at once up and down, and at the top (bottom?), he can see Rhys. He can see Rhys, and he knows he needs to get to him.]

Don't move until I get there, do you hear me?

[headjacked]

-- Alfie.

[ It takes a lot of self-restraint to not skitter down (up)?? the stairs. He stumbles in place, ever the awkward one, single arm pinwheeling. A lot of movement for someone instructed not to move. ]

My ears are one of the few things that are still working, I -- can you get to me??

[devoutish]

Yes. Sit.

[The last thing he wants is Rhys to fall now - especially when he isn't sure whether he'd be tumbling down or up. Can you tumble up?

They'd better not find out.]

Just sit down and stop wiggling, yeah?

[headjacked]

[ Rhys sits immediately and stops with the wiggles. The step, however, is uneven and slopes downwards. Half a buttcheek is without firm support -- hence, the return of the stability dance. He feels for more stable ground and scoots to safety, heart a-pounding. ]

Sorrysorrysorry, I - I'm good now. Goodish.

[devoutish]

Mm. I'll walk with you. I'll help.

[He's nearly to Rhys now, and he holds out a hand.]

Can you see me?

[headjacked]

If by you, you mean a blue blob where I'm assuming you're standing, then yeah.

[ His shaking, uneasy tone betrays how he's feeling. Rhys clumsily reaches out, pawing the air for a second or two before grabbing Alfie's wrist. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie slides his hand into Rhys's, moving to pull him up.]

Do you see anything around us?

[headjacked]

I see a whole lot of nothing, except the lig-- wh.... -wh. Waitasecond.

[ Rhys shudders and steps back, squeezing Alfie's hand on reflex. ]

There's a shape, it's, uhhm. Not that far. More distinct than anything else I can make out.

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't pull away at the squeeze. He knows he won't be able to see anything, but he still turns, peering in the direction that Rhys is staring. There's a lot of empty space in that direction. Whatever Rhys is looking at might be behind the far wall - but it also might not, and it's really worrying that they can't tell.]

Size? What direction is it headed in?

[headjacked]

Not tall, but wide, it - it's vaguely --

[ An eye of stained glass, with organic components pieced throughout, punctured by the sharp, inorganic bits.

Rhys feels the sudden urge to stress-ralph. But there's no time, because ]

-- it's coming right for us - !

[ On skittering, glassy, cable-like 'legs'; it moves faster than any anomaly Rhys has encountered thus far. He yelps and shoves Alfie + himself to the side just as it closes the gap and lunges. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ Weird, impossible spaces aren't that much of a shock for Angel any more. Being blind, on the other hand, is hecking her up. She's alone, and she's frightened in a way that ahe isn't used to, and she just wants to run away and hide from everything but then she'd be alone.

Eff that.

The blue lights seem inviting enough, and after some minor hand-wringing she attempts to make her way towards the one that seems the closest. The wall that stops her doing so is surprising, but not as much so as the way she falls upwards through a hole when she stumbles back. And there, naturally, is a red light - close, and calling out with Rhys' voice.

She's not taking it for granted that it's actually him. Especially not with every part of her screaming to get away from him. ]

Rhys? If it's you, back off.

[ That should be a start. Assuming he's facing the right way, anyhow. Stupid featureless points of light, geez. ]

[headjacked]

[ It's a sudden smattering of red he encounters, sending him pivoting backwards until he trips over his own stupidly long legs, stumbling to the floor before a single, solitary blip of crimson.

A crimsonblip that sounds suspiciously Angelesque.




That can't be right. ]

Angel.

...no. Nononono, you can't be.

[ A megawhine as dread and repulsion forces him backwards. He needs to get away, get away, but shit, he hurts, moving hurts, EVERYTHING hurts. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ At first, her only response is an uncertain, grumbly little noise. Yeah. Angel. Of course she's Angel. She's never thought otherwise. So why does it feel like there's something clicking into place as she thinks about it?

Bleagh. She closes her eyes, pressing her palms against them as if blocking out the Rhys light will help stop her feeling whatever-it-is-she's-feeling. Spoilers: it doesn't. ]

Of course it's me. Can you back up a little more, maybe? It's - there's a wall here.

[ And it's getting really hard to concentrate, for some reason. WEIRD??? ]

[headjacked]

[ There is, indeed, a wall there. A wall that his back is soon pressed against. This can't be the girl he loves as a sister, this is one of them, and they're going to take him back t- ]

Don't. Just let me go, look away, and I'll go away. Okay?? Okay...

[ Sidle. Sidle. A quickening of pace. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ Let him go? What the heckie. He's acting like she's here to freaking murder him or something, which is ridiculous. She's Angel, not some psycho getting ready to peel his face off. All she wants is to keep him safe and take him back and make sure he doesn't do anything like this again.

Uncovering her eyes, she takes an uncertain, teetering step towards the light. ]

Don't be dumb. It'll be okay, just - come with me.

[headjacked]

I'm not being dumb, you're --

[ His immature comeback is interrupted by a jolt of legitimately childlike terror. Interrupted and completely overtaken. The second she's within arm's reach, he shoves at the red light and tries to sidestep, moving clumsily, as he has no idea where the edges of this hellplane lie. ]