[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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the frenchiest fry

[24karat]

[ 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. ]

[headjacked]

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. ]

[24karat]

[ 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! ]

[headjacked]

[ 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. ]

[24karat]

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.

[headjacked]

[ 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??

[24karat]

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.