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Snowblind Moderators ([personal profile] snowblindmods) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2017-02-19 10:27 pm

[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
devoutish: (Beeswax‚ Not Yours‚ Inc.)

[personal profile] devoutish 2017-02-22 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
termineur: (Vulnerable-ish)

[personal profile] termineur 2017-02-22 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
devoutish: (put your money where your mouth is)

[personal profile] devoutish 2017-02-22 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
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?
termineur: (srsly)

[personal profile] termineur 2017-02-22 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.