[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

[armoured]

[He reaches out to gently find Pierce's arm and figure out which way he's pointing, before he turns in that direction to look.]

I think there might be something in the distance, but I can't really tell from this far away. Maybe we should head that way and check it out?

[He says we, just assuming they're sticking together now for the long haul.]

[peacemongering]

[So the blind thing was true and not entire a ruse? He wasn't about to believe House completely after all, but having to take around a blind person made his job a touch more difficult from his end. He had no doubt that Alphonse was self-sufficient otherwise, but the apparent dangers here might hear stumbling, crashing or their interesting ability to navigate.

It was also curious to force this kind of trust between two people. What was the point? Why force them together and force them all into a situation where they had to rely on each other? Was this some kind of rebellion against the system? Or purposeful?]

Yes, that would be for the best I think. [He reached out for Alphonse's big hand and set it upon his shoulder.] We'll take it slow first and once we're comfortable with directional instructions, we can speed up. Does that sound fair?

[armoured]

[The hand is made of stiff leather and yet it moves as flexibly as if it were Al's real hand, settling on Pierce's shoulder with just enough pressure to let himself be led without hurting the older man.]

Right.

[He'd rather go charging off there, but he can see the wisdom in taking it slow.]

Thanks for helping me again. It seems like every time I run into you, you help me out, Mr. Pierce.