[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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[24karat]

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. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ 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.

[24karat]

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?

[phaseshifter]

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.

[24karat]

[ 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.

[phaseshifter]

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!

[24karat]

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. ]