[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

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[advanced]

[He keeps his hand between Steve's shoulderblades, half comfort to let him know that he's still there, and half to help with his breathing.]

Yeah, take your time.

[fiteme]

[He appreciates it. It feels... familiar, comforting, and Steve catches his breath and calms down, still clutching Bucky's jacket.]

Bucky, there's... I can't see, but there's this... I think they're monsters. I can see them. Like light. Can you...?

[advanced]

No, but that's okay. I think it's how it's meant to be, you see them and tell me where they are, I get the light.

[That seems so right, like of course they're meant to be a team to bring down creatures like this.]

[fiteme]

[When Bucky says it, Steve can feel how right it sounds, so he nods.]

Okay. Um... there's one not too far off, I think. It's hard to tell... exactly how far, but it's...

[He points in a direction. He feels its presence looming, but it's not an emergency yet.]

[advanced]

[He doesn't see anything in that direction, but he is immediately walking that way all the same with Steve's hand held in his own to guide him.]

Warn me when you see it properly. I'll fight, you stay back.

[fiteme]

[Steve holds tight to Bucky's hand, and puts the other hand on Bucky's arm, grounding himself. Bucky's there. Bucky's guiding him. Bucky's going to kill the monsters. It makes sense. It feels right, like this is how it should have always been.

But as they get closer to the monster, Steve's heart begins to race. He can see it, he knows how dangerous it is, and they're getting closer to it.]

It's close. Fifty feet, eleven o'clock.

[advanced]

[Bucky's stance changes to something that's almost akin to a prowl, keeping Steve half behind him even while he's moving carefully forwards. He can't see it yet, but he should be able to when they get on top of it.]

Tell me what it looks like. Weaknesses, vulnerabilities.

[ooc: Sorry for the wait, I've been on holiday without internet for a few days.]