[log] Event: Howl [open]

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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

Comments

[devoutish]

Watson, there's a person very far away from us. Yes, I can see them. I can see every fucking person I pass by. Is this important, or can we fucking move on and do what we're here to do?

[jumpthegun]

[It strikes him that Alfie likely isn't referring to Mary, at last, and John's body tenses for just a moment, aware of how close he's just come to outing himself as insane to the other man.]

Sorry. I, uh... thought they might be like the creatures, y'know? Only I could... see them. Let's go.

[Let's move on now, please?]

[devoutish]

[Alfie gives him a weird look, but nods. He can probe at that later, maybe, when things are calmer.]

Yeah. Would you like to walk toward them?

[jumpthegun]

The creatures? Yeah, yes. You're leading, right?

[John, you are literally the worst liar I know.]

[devoutish]

The person, John. Are you feeling all right?

[jumpthegun]

No. No, I mean, we shouldn't go to that person. They're red. That's dangerous. They're like me... they'll want to take me back.

[Back... where? His expression turns to one of confusion once more. He doesn't know how he knows, he just does.]

We need to focus on getting the lights. There.

[He points again across the ravine to the monster he can see.]

[devoutish]

Mm. Right.

[And Alfie turns them away from the human figure, leading Watson along the edge of the ravine, careful not to get too close.]

Where do they want to take you?

[jumpthegun]

[There's a small bridge over it, very narrow, about 30 yards ahead.]

No idea. Somewhere bad. Maybe the house where they killed Winter. They wanna kill me, too. I ran away. [A pause.] The Prophet ran away. I didn't.

[devoutish]

Nobody's gonna kill you, mate.

[Not with Alfie there to protect him.

Spotting the bridge, he grimaces, but starts steering them in that direction.]

I see how we're gonna cross. It's not gonna be pleasant.

[jumpthegun]

I'll take your word for it.

[The driest of dry humor.]

And I'm really not sure there's much you'll be able to do if we run into a group of cultists, mate. Just run. I can do the same.