[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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[bywolves]

[ He knows that the red needs to be avoided, but - he's curious. He's afraid, sure, but he's always quietly afraid, so this isn't new. He heads right for the first red dot he sees - he doesn't have his weapons or anything but he knows he can defend himself just fine.

When the red dot he's chasing starts to stumble away, Royce speeds up. He's having a hard time getting through what he thinks might be mud, or quicksand? He can't tell, and he's all disoriented, but it doesn't matter. Whoever this red is, he can grab them and ask them for answers.

And then gravity reverses itself and he's dumped out on the ceiling-turned floor, away from the quicksand, landing in a heap. His arm twinges painfully, and Royce lets out a pained noise, trying to pull himself back together. ]

[ecks]

[Ecks slides into the wall as she stumbles upon a slanted portion of the floor -- or as the floor slants. She doesn't land so hard as it sounds like the other person did, but when she tries to push off the wall and find her footing again she finds herself laying on the wall instead and lets out a small, distressed sound of confusion as she realizes that she was never on the floor at all, that this is the floor now.]

Stay away.

[The other being near frightens her...and it makes her angry. How dare the Prophet run away, how dare she come back only to refuse to be what is needed? Ecks's voice lowers to an uncharacteristic growl.]

Come back to me.

[bywolves]

[ Oh. Well, that's terrifying.

It isn't his terror, he's lucid enough to realize that for about two seconds before it overwhelms him. He won't be caught. He can't go back, he won't. Anxiety drags up in his chest, and Royce pulls himself to his feet and takes a few unsteady steps back. ]

No. [ Is his answer, as he's moving away. ] I wont't.

[ecks]

You must. You are needed.

[She feels out the new floor with flattened hands before she brings first one foot and then another up under her, pushing herself up to stand, then to shuffle toward the red dot.]

I will help you. I will teach you to stay where you are needed. It will only hurt for a while.

[bywolves]

[ Nope. Nooope. Royce stumbles off in the opposite direction, but he's clumsy without sight. He can't see the wall that he runs into, and it has him a bit winded, collapsed against it. He looks over his shoulder to try and find her, but all he can see is the infuriating red dot. ]

You're crazy. [ Royce snaps. ] You won't take me in. Leave.

[ecks]

[Her tread is unsteady, so careful not to fall as she stalks after him, patient as she sees the red dot of him bob and hears the desperation in his voice.]

You are needed. You must come back. You left us and that was wrong but I will make it right.

[Her advance on him is slow but inexorable. One of those patchwork hands reaches out, feeling for him as the other finds the wall and traces along it. Should she touch him, she will burst into motion, digging fingers into any part of him she can reach.]