snowblindrpg | [log] Event: Howl [open]

[log] Event: Howl [open]

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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[ Anyone who's seen Gabriel Gray in the past will find here instead someone who finally looks like he belongs in Norfinbury. He's dirty, too skinny, pale, and limping along as he puts his full weight on any wall he can find. He still winces occasionally, something that increases in duration and severity as the night wears on. Stairs are completely out of the question.

And he clearly can't see much of anything. Just ugly monsters and dangerous people, and the occasional blue of someone safe. He does his best to shuffle towards those blue lights- he knows he doesn't stand much of a chance if anyone else catches up to him.

His left foot catches in the corner, where the wall meets the floor. The foot twists nearly imperceptibly, and Sylar groans deeply, having to stop for a moment to catch his breath. ]

[Sylar is someone that Alfie would recognize by name or voice, but not by sight. As far as he's concerned now, he's a stranger - but he's the right kind of stranger, and so he doesn't hesitate to approach.]

Hey, hey, hey - stand there. Don't fucking move; you're gonna hurt yourself.

[ Thank goodness. Sylar sags in relief as one of the blue lights moves towards him, and he hears some words of advice. He has no problem following that advice, stopping in his tracks. He turns his head to look towards Alfie, although of course his eyes don't work well enough for that. But he can at least look at the blue dot. Surely that's him? ]

Bit late for that. I had a cane- not sure where it went.

[ Then the voice clicks for him. ]

Mr. Solomons? Is that you?

[Ah, there it is.]

Yeah. Hello, Mr. Gray. My own cane is gone, as well.

[Along with the rest of his supplies. Sigh.

When he's close enough to touch Sylar, he reaches down and does just that, cupping a hand around his elbow.]

Can you stand if I pull you?

Yeah. Just- watch the leg.

[ It's easy to tell which one. His left leg is the one with black strips of cloth binding it tightly just below the knee. A ring of dried-blood-brown decorates the jeans above and below it. Sylar waits for the pull, ready to feel the twinge of pain again. ]

And thanks.

Yeah. But you're gonna need to help me, mate.

[He positions himself on the same side as the injured leg, shielding it with his body.]

Of course. Ready when you are.

[ Once Alfie starts pulling, Sylar will push with his right leg, doing his best to get up in as much of a single, fluid motion as he can manage. And hey- if that doesn't work, at least he's close enough to the wall to reach out for it. ]

[Alfie lets out a grunt of pain, but manages to hold him up.]

There-- there. Can you move?

[ A slight pause as he determines whether that dizziness was nausea or him getting ready to faint... ]

...yeah. Like this, I can.

You don't sound too great yourself. Are you sure you're up for this?

[ No question what 'this' is. Sylar has suspicions things are off again, but since snatching those lights is the only productive use of time, that's what he wants to help Alfie with. ]

I'm all right. Broken ribs and aching back, but I can walk.

[He doesn't have the option of resting now. That can come later.]

Broken ribs? [ His eyebrows raise. ] Let me know if it gets to be too much for you. We can take breaks.

[ Not really, but it's nice to think they'll take breaks. ]

There's a monster over there, by the way.

[ He points to the left at a wall, although he's unsure if Alfie can see it while holding him up like this. There's an open archway on that wall, about 20 feet from where they're standing. It won't be hard to get into the next room over. ]

It looks like a person. But I can't see people, so- figured that's what we want.

We'll need to get closer. Come on--

[He turns towards the wall, but away from the archway.]

There's a wall there. I don't want to move past it yet. Let's get a closer look while we're blocked by it.

[ His eyes squinted as he tried to gain more details from the monster. But it just looked like a tall person in silhouette. With glasses, maybe?

They both move slowly, Alfie having to take more weight than Sylar would like. He does his best to ignore his bad leg when it hits the ground. ]

It's still a person. Wearing glasses. It's facing away--

[ He startles when suddenly it seems like the man's head unwinds, slicing apart in places that make no sense. The flesh parts (now stretched far beyond where the face show be) are embedded with large, fang-like teeth and tendrils that end in sharp points. One of the tendrils moves from one side to the other, clearly trying to find something. Sylar stops in his tracks. ]

...ah. That's gonna be a problem.

[Alfie frowns, and says urgently:]

Tell me. Fast.

[Even with the wall there, he's a little nervous - "that's going to be a problem" could mean a lot of things. Maybe it's showing signs of being able to see them, wall or not. Maybe it's heading in their direction right now.]

[ Sylar speaks quietly, eyes locked on the monster's position. ]

His head opened up, like a squid untangling its legs. He has a lot of reach, six to eight feet worth. There's some spiky tentacle parts and a lot of big teeth and- I don't see the light, but I bet its in the middle of that mess.

[ He breathes a small sigh of relief. ]

I don't think it hears us. It's trying to scan the area, but it's not getting anything.

We'll need to move the tentacles aside.

[Which isn't a very tantalizing prospect, but.]

You can see them; you do that. How many are there, and how big are they?

[ Sylar makes a face that just says 'ew', but yeah, he can try that. Now that it seems to be deaf, he's not as quiet with his words. ]

Two long ones with the sharp points- teeth maybe- on the the end. Those are about eight feet long? It's looking with those. Three smaller ones, maybe two feet each. And- ah, there's the light. It'd been turned away from me until now. There's a ring of eyes all around it. And I was right, it's right in the middle of the mouth.

[ ...and the light disappears again. The creature moves in a pattern, opening and closing its tentacle parts together. Sylar just has to make sure those parts are open rather than closed. Turning the situation over in his head, he knows they don't have much chance of doing this. But its the only option they've got. They have to take down as many of these bastards as they can. ]

Can you get me to the arch? I can play bait and yell when you need to step in.

[Even without the niggling feeling in the back of her mind that she really should, she would've stepped forward to meet him, try to catch his shoulder and steady him a bit.

She's not heartless, and the way he's limping does not look pretty. She recognizes him too, from when they ran into each other the night they were able to run all about town.]

Jeez. You look like you've been through hell.

[ Sylar chuckles at that, even if it does come out sounding rather weak. ]

Yeah, well. It's been a few months in Norfinbury. Guess I really fit in, now.

[ The way she's got him has him feeling far more stable, as well as a lot less scared. That's good, maybe he can actually get somewhere, here. They could help each other. ]

There's no monsters here. I think, anyway- I've got no idea how big the room is. Closest one is...

[ He points, upward and to the left, at a wall. ]

[Yeah, she doesn't really have an argument there. She probably looks like she's been through the wringer herself. She sighs when she sees where he's pointing.]

A "room" isn't exactly how I'd describe it. Ever seen a copy of M.C. Escher's "Relativity"?

[He probably has, if he's from any modern iteration of Earth. It was one of those kinds of things that was so famous that almost everyone had seen it, even if they didn't really know the name.]

Escher, really?

[ For a blind man, he has a really impressive eyeroll. ]

Well, that explains the monsters I've seen standing upside down, I guess. Glad I haven't gotten too far, now. Let me know if I'm about to step off a ledge, would you?

[ The words are flippant, but there's a tension underneath them. He can't entirely hide the fear he's feeling. ]

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