snowblindrpg | [log] Event: Howl [open]

[ This is immediately the worst, as he realizes the moment he wakes up. ]
[ There's something about it-- the atmosphere, the feeling, all new and unsettling. Everything is...off in a way he can't quite describe, and the idea of it grates on him. Things aren't right, that much is clear, but what can he do about it? Standing around and waiting for something to creep up on him wasn't the answer, that much was for sure. ]
[ He'd talked the talk and claimed he could help. Push had come to shove, it seemed, and it was time to see if he'd been bluffing after all. Vasquez wasn't going to sit back and watch the rest of this mess to play out-- something had to be done, and now was as good of a time as any to do it. The alternative was inaction, and that was unacceptable. ]

[ By now, he's been wandering for a while, and his patience is running even thinner than usual. All these corridors look the same, and Vasquez has made enough turns down supposedly new routes only to find that the scenery definitely didn't change. He's roughly two seconds from trying to kick the wall down, although he got the feeling that wasn't going to do much of anything. He's still considering it, but the final nail in the coffin for tossing that plan was the potential damage to his shoes. Those were expensive, dammit, and there was a distinct lack of replacements here in Norfinbury-- that, and any he did manage to find wouldn't be anywhere near as stylish. ]
[ Footwear concerns aside, for the time being, Vasquez has decided to try and investigate his surroundings a little. There's nothing that's standing out to him immediately, but he's at least hoping for something to give him a clue. Somebody hasn't gotten the memo in regards to staying quiet, though-- he's cursing plenty as he prowls up and down the hallway, albeit under his breath. He's got the vaguest idea of what he's supposed to find, but it isn't here, and the leads he's looking for aren't presenting themselves. He sticks his head around another corner, trying to see what's ahead-- more of the same, as it turns out. ]

Shit.
[ There's that kick to the wall, but it's more of a light scuff than the outright punt he'd been tempted to do earlier. He cringes almost immediately after. ]

[ Unfortunately, the person who stumbles across Vasquez having his little tantrum is too blind to appreciate his stylish-ass shoes. She doesn't get to witness that petulant lil kick, either, though. So. Silver linings?

She rounds an impossible corner that seems to twist in on itself - just the blindness playing tricks on her, surely - and there he is. She assumes. All the blue lights look the same, but that voice is incredibly distinctive. ]

Um, hello? Vasquez, right?

[ Should she have used Hugo? Maybe. Oh, well. At least she didn't use one of Rhys' less flattering names for him. Angel keeps one hand on the wall and reaches out sightlessly with the other. ]

I kinda... can't see. Little help?

[ There we go-- that was what he needed to find. It clicks the second he sees Angel, in a weird sort of way; Vasquez still isn't entirely sure what was going on, but he at least feels like he's got more of a direction to work with. She's the Prophet, and-- okay, what exactly did that mean? Thinking too hard about it wasn't going to get either of them anywhere, though. He should probably say something to give her a little warning instead of simply running up to her. ]

Angel--? [ That was her name, right? He's pretty sure. ] How'd you even make it over here?
[ He keeps an even pace as he approaches, coming to a stop at her side. Should he take her hand or something, maybe--? For now, he abstains from any physical contact, shifting in place. ]

Yeah-- yeah, I got you. You okay?
[ He couldn't just leave her here, that was for sure. Why would he do that, anyway? There was no way he'd find anything without the Prophet, and she'd have a hell of a hard time getting around in a place like this without a helping hand. ]

I'm fine. Well - blindness and stumbling into things aside.

[ Which neatly answers how she managed to make her way here, doesn't it. Bumpily. Nothing worse, though. And maybe if she just sticks with Vasquez for a while, it'll stay that way?

He wants to help, after all. Even if Rhys has been very vocal about the guy's less virtuous points, it still feels like she's better off with him than on her own. ]

I suppose it'd be pretty useless to ask what's going on? I remember lockdown, and then just... this. Whatever this is.

[ So they've been taken again? Or they're sleeping? Not that it matters which. It's just something to think about that isn't the anxiety gnawing at her gut whenever she catches a glimpse of a light that isn't blue. ]

Can't have it all, huh? Lucky for you, that's where I come in.
[ He still gives her a quick visual once-over anyway, just to make sure. She checks out, and the thought's a little reassuring. ]

I'm, uh-- probably just about as clueless as anybody else, which is getting to be less of a new thing for me. [ He's not pleased about it, as is quite evident from his tone. ] As for what's going on? Place we're in is basically one hundred percent impossible bullshit, there's probably some bad company hanging out nearby, and I have no idea how we got here. [ Vasquez really wishes he had that shotgun prototype again. Clunky and overcomplicated though it may have been, it was still a gun, and it would've made protecting Angel so much easier. What's he gonna do, punch a monster to death? Not the best idea, there. ]
I got your back, but you gotta keep an eye out for me, okay? Really not feeling like getting mauled by anything tonight, just sayin'. Don't suppose you are, either, buuut I could be wrong.

Dude.

[ You know those moments where you're tired, or anxious, or being stalked through a hellmaze by fuck-knows-what, but then someone says something so dumb that you immediately forget all that because your entire brain is taken up by the effot of judging them? ]

Did you seriously just tell me to keep an eye out for you? Right now? While I'm freaking blind?

[ The most judging stare in the history of ever is getting aimed roughly at Vasquez' shoulder. DUDE PLS. ]

It's a-- It's a figure of speech, okay.
[ He sees that stare, he knows, it's just-- give him a break, okay. He's trying, probably?? ]

Thought you could...I dunno. [ Better to let that statement die off before he said anything stupid. ] Can you make out anything at all, or am I gonna be pulling full-time duty as your guide dog while we're here? So I know what I might be dealing with if something shows up.
[ In any other situation, Vasquez would have minded-- he's never really had the patience for that sort of thing, literal or otherwise. He could stomach this for right now, though; there weren't a lot of choices otherwise. Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be much around at the moment that he needs to be concerned about, so he's got a little time to ease into the job. ]

I can see, uhm - little lights? Yours is there --

[ GESTURING. Which may involve a tummypoke if it doesn't get dodged. She's not even sorry. ]

-- and it's blue. Bad ones are red.

[ Wait, how does she know they're bad? Whatever. They just are. ]

And there are brighter ones. Iunno what they are, I haven't been close enough. Feel up to doing a little investigating with me?

[ He doesn't quite get out of the way in time, having been far more preoccupied with looking around on the off-chance that he might be able to pick out what it is they were supposed to be doing. The look on his face definitely isn't amused, but Vasquez decides it's better not to complain about any unintentional prods for the time being. ]
[ What Angel suggests sounds right, though-- mention of the lights in particular gets his attention, for reasons he can't quite pick out. ]

Think we should try going for the bright ones. [ Way to state the obvious, Vasquez. He pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. ] I don't think we're gonna get anywhere if we just stare at the wall for a while, either way. And hey, between you and me? We got this. If any of those red lights show up, they don't stand a chance.
[ He's bluffing, but-- he hopes they don't, actually. ]

Careful. Keep up the unfounded bravado thing and you'll start sounding like Rhys.

[ May as well get that out of the way, since she's pretty sure he has to know that she and Rhys are buddies by now. Even if he hasn't been digging through old network posts, the whole Dumpy thing probably makes it kinda obvious. ]

Anyway, uh, I can see a bright one somewhere above us? It's a little hard to tell how close it is, though. But finding a way upwards would be a good start, I guess!

Oh, ew. Nooo way. You'll catch me dead before you see me taking any pages out of his book. [ The very thought of it is enough to rouse a scowl out of him, although it's not like Angel's got much of an opportunity to observe it. He's just going to have to settle for getting the feeling across with his tone. ] And hey, it's not unfounded, okay. Just you wait until some shit starts going down, and then we'll talk.

[ Vasquez looks up, trying his best to pick out some kind of route to where she's referencing-- it's not exactly apparent right off the bat, and he has to pace around a little to get a better idea of any pathways that were the opposite of readily apparent. There's some that look like they'd lead up, but he's not confident that gravity is going to work any differently than it normally does. ]
We're gonna have to get walkin' for that one, but-- hell, why not. Gotta start somewhere, right?

[ The distance gives him a little time to plan ahead, and that's something Vasquez is not going to turn down. Trying to line up what he's seeing with Angel's view was going to prove challenging, particularly considering the fact that he really has no idea what he's supposed to be going after in his perception of things. For all he knew, it might not even be visible to him at all. ]
--Real quick about those bad lights, while we're on the topic of...well. Lights in general. Are we in the clear on those for right now? 'Cause if there's any that might get in the way of things, we're gonna have to shake it up a little. Some forewarning would be nice.
[ SOMEBODY IS BAD AT FIGHTS AND A LITTLE CONCERNED. ]

[ She rolls her eyes at Vasquez' display of Rhysism, but doesn't comment. There'd be very little point in arguing, and besides - she'd rather not alienate someone who's willing to act as her eyes.

But okay. Lights. She turns slowly on the spot, squinting as if it'll help her filter out which lights are closest. It really, really doesn't. ]

There's a little cluster of blues with a red that way -- [GESTURING] -- and I think they're the nearest to us. Maybe. I'll let you know if that changes while we're going walkies.

Either they've got that red one under control, or they're gonna need a hand. We could--
[ wait hold on that sounds like he's suggesting they help people-- Although, now that he thinks about it, if Angel wants to do that? It's not really his place to say no. Arguing with the Prophet sounded like a pretty damn good way to get steered right into one of those red lights. ]

I'm gonna trust you on the blue ones being good, 'cause I get the feeling you'd know better than me. I'm not the one seeing shit on a different dimension, after all! But that's...probably not a situation we're gonna want to walk into, unless you're absolutely sure we can work with it.
Should we hash out a game plan ahead of time, or do you want to just-- [ Do not say go in blind. ] --uh, wing it, maybe?

Ugh, dude - again? You're going to rag on me for losing my wings as well as my sight, now? You're going to make me cry.

[ She's grinning, though, so gross sobbing probably isn't actually on the cards. For now. ]

Siren joke. Iunno if we can formulate much of a plan until we know exactly what we're dealing with, so... But, uh, if we have to make a run for it you're going to have to grab my arm or something so I don't run into a wall. I won't give you cooties, I promise.

[ Oh. Oh-- wait, what the hell was a Siren doing working for Hyperion? That had clearly been way above his pay grade, though. Little too late to get wound up over that, too-- it wasn't as if there was anybody here to get pissed at about it, and there were more important things to worry about. ]

Hey, at least I didn't accidentally make a blind joke! [ EVEN THOUGH HE ALMOST DID ] That counts for something, huh?

[ She does have a point about the other group, and Vasquez almost breathes a frustrated sigh. No backpedaling out of that, then. ]
I'll make sure you don't bust your face open, trust me. Between you and me, I'm pretty damn sure we can avoid that sort of thing.
[ As for those lights-- he's a little less sure about them. If they did wind up being safe, he'd gladly not admit he was wrong! But that all depended on being able to find a way to get to them, and that was a little less certain. ]

Alright, if we're going after 'em first-- which way should we be heading? Just point me in the right direction and I'll get us there.

Okay, points for no blind jokes. But only because I'm feeling gener-- huh.

[ Well, that's distracting. As Angel speaks, the bright light she'd pointed out above them moves. Fast. The urge to give chase and catch it (fix it?) is overwhelming - she reaches out for guidance with one arm and follows the light's movement by pointing with the other. ]

It's moving! That way!

Wait, what do you mean it's moving-- ? Is it supposed to do that?
[ If anything, that's just concerning. But-- she's the Prophet. She'd know...things, probably. They're not going to figure out what's going on if they don't go after it, though, so-- Vasquez takes a deep breath, lightly putting a hand on Angel's arm when she moves to track the light. He glances up at where she's pointing, but unsurprisingly, there's a fat lot of nothing there. He didn't know what he was expecting! ]

Alright, alright, let's get going. Are we gonna have to run after it, or is it walking? [ One is fine, the other is running. Sigh. He'll deal with it. ]

[ Twisting one's ankle on a deformed plane of existence? Shitty. Doing so while blind? DOUBLE SHITTY. Slamming into multiple walls while stuck with a limpy leg? Why does the universe torture him so??

Rhys is doing much worse when he stumbles upon the blue light that is Vasquez, single remaining, extremely fleshy arm outstretched tentatively. ]

Whozat?

[ Blue is good. Blue is a Helpful Soul. Blue would never hurt him, right? ]

[ Vasquez recognizes that voice long before he sets eyes on the source, and everything that's already bad enough just gets all that much worse. ]

[ It's Rhys. Definitely Rhys. He glances over his shoulder just to make sure, and the instant he confirms it visually, he hisses a breath through his teeth. Being stuck on an impossible hell plane, he could deal with-- but being trapped here with Rhys the Prophet was awful. So Vasquez does what any man would do when faced with his now-blind rival in a place like this: ]
[ He moves another few feet back, careful to make sure his route puts him down a few of the useless stairs a little ways down the hall. He's still definitely 'visible,' and doing a surprisingly good job of positioning himself just so that it doesn't seem like the biggest incline in the world. Maybe he could at least watch Rhys tumble down a ways before he intervened-- as much as he hated the thought of stepping in, he couldn't really let the Prophet break his damn head open. How the hell would they get anything done if Rhys was bleeding out because he couldn't handle stairs? ]

[ At least he'd picked a short flight. He probably could've found a way longer one if he'd looked a little harder. ]

I'm -- not exactly comforted by your nonresponse, guy. Girl. Person.

[ Yet he still gravitates Bluewards, reaching out instintively. Despite the silence, the glow is comforting, and he needs to be by them, to -- to protect them, to protect himself -- -

Train of thought derailed as he hits the small flight of stairs, stumbling before falling and ragdolling down them. And because it's Rhys, he, of course, rolls down as painfully as one can, shrieking in an incredibly undignified manner.

Enjoy, Vasquez. And try not to get rolled up in the Rhys-katamari heading your way. ]

[ For a moment, he's surprised that actually worked. But he absolutely will enjoy, oh yes-- how often does he get to see anything like this? ]

[ For the tiniest while, things suck a little less, and it's entirely because he gets to watch Rhys fall flat on his face a few times. He doesn't even try to keep himself from laughing, although it's not long at all before he gets what's coming to him-- about midway down the stairs, Rhys collides pretty neatly with Vasquez, spurring a flurry of curses as he tries to stabilize the both of them before they wind up in too much of a tangled heap. Even then, he doesn't at all regret it, although he's pretty sure that wouldn't surprise a single person. ]
[ When the katamari effect is finally over, he roughly pushes Rhys away from himself, clambering back to his feet as fast as he could manage. ]

Good job watchin' where you're going, dammit. [ Ah, yes. Not like you had anything to do with that, Vasquez. ] How the hell have you even made it this far?
[ Surprisingly enough, he doesn't sound all that angry. Fairly frustrated, sure, but he's not yelling! ]

[ Rhys has to wait several long, agonizing moments for the pain-on-pain to lessen. He hasn't been at a dull ache in so long -- his 'normal' is stabbing agony.

So he whimpers involuntarily as he disentangles his own noodlelimbs. Vasqeuz' voice is the only thing that keeps him from tearing up.

Must. Not. Show. Weakness. ]

I. Am. BLIND. Thought that was obvious, but forgive me, I forgot who I was dealing with here.

[ The urge to shove Vasquez back is (barely) second to the urge to cling to him. The familiar, the safe... despite his own personal (toooootally justified!!) bias, he starts moving back towards Vasquez. ]

Yeah, see-- which...you can't right now. Oh, that's good. [ Way to laugh at your own joke, Vasquez. You didn't even mean to make that one, do you really deserve the chuckle-- ]
Anyway. One of us can get around without breaking his neck 'cause he tripped too hard. The other guy might wanna rethink how he's gonna deal with this situation, if you catch my drift. [ He crosses his arms with a small huff, moments from tapping his foot. That was a little excessive, though. ]

[ He narrows his eyes at Rhys when he comes closer, torn between expecting some fresh brand of bullshit or...nothing. Something told him they were supposed to be working together, but-- shit, come on. Prophet or no, it was still Rhys. ]
[ Begrudgingly, however, Vasquez stands his ground, making no attempt to lash out or otherwise send the Prophet off for a new ride on the pain train. The idea's there, absolutely, but he does a surprisingly good job at reining it in. ]

Lemme guess, you're going for the world record for head trauma? Rate you're gonna run into things here, you're definitely in the running! [ That was an idea. If he just kept an eye on Rhys, he'd get to see every mistake he made-- perhaps the universe had a little mercy in it after all. ]
Could be worse, though. You could be going along without anybody to make fun of you when you do it-- and I guess I'm just gonna have to be the one to bear that burden.

[ It's like shoving two opposing magnets together, trying to get them to meet. Two lame, corporate magnets.

This simile is terrible. ]

Joke's on you, I've bonked my noggin plenty of times and my brain cells remain intact. Tough, remember?

[ This somehow gives him bragging rights. S...omehow. He shifts his weight from side to side, though, expression going back to hesitant and sheepish. Rhys, the man of a hundred emotions in a single second. ]

B-but I need... [ u g h ] help, and so do you, yeah??

See, I don't think that's really...something to be proud of. I'd say it's kinda the opposite? Most people wouldn't think that's awesome.

Between you and me, you're the one that needs the help. You're lucky I don't have anything better to do than watch you make mistakes.
[ He wouldn't miss this for the world. Maybe he can trip Rhys down another set of stairs! ]
I do have one question for you, though! How are you planning on helping me? You're not exactly qualified to do much usually, let alone right now. You're even more incompetent than usual, and that's saying something.

[log] Event: Howl [open]

- andromeda

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