[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

Comments

[despiteeverything]

[They turn and give him (or at least the blue light representing him) the most deadpan of deadpan looks. And continue pointing resolutely in the direction they'd just been pointing in, at the monster they'd been pointing at.

They can't see their environment so they... don't understand what's wrong with that one.]

[definingfuture]

It, uh...

[Tony pauses, looking in the direction that Frisk is pointing. He doesn't want to reply at first, because it almost seems too ridiculous to say anything when Frisk is so deadpan, but finally he does finish his thought.]

It's pretending to be a wall?

[And that is a bad joke.]

Okay. Just to let you know, the path is a little bit rocky. And blocked that way.