[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

cw eye trauma

[ecks]

[There's room for a lot of teeth, though. The creature screeches as Ecks's fist lands squarely in the middle of one of its lidless eyes, both ends of its body thumping against the ground -- and its mouth opening wider as an unearthly shriek emanates from within. Then it snaps shut again; if House hasn't grabbed the light and gotten his arm out, it's going to start thrashing to throw the pair of them off...and to try to separate him from that arm if he's too slow. All the while, Ecks clings to it as best she can, punching at the eye again and again until she is covered in its blood up to her elbow.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House takes his chance on that scream, going as fast as he can. his fingers close around the light and he's pulling back and out as the mouth clamps shut, catching his sleeve and beginning to chew through it, trying to draw him back in and screw it.]

Light! Take the light!

[He shifts it to his free hand and all but chucks the light at Ecks' face. It's only a second later that hand is working to yank his arm free as the creature shrieks and starts to spasm and crumble.]

[ecks]

[Ecks fumbles at it with blood-slicked fingers, getting a grip on the light just as the creature's body knocks into her legs and sends her tumbling over top of it to land hard in a heap on the other side. She tries to roll out of the way of its convulsing length, but it's the rapid disintegration of its body that saves her from being crushed under its weight as it rolls over top of her.]

...I have the light.

[rubikscomplex]

[House is just ripping his arm away as best he can when the creature just... disintegrates. He stares at where it had been and his sleeve, and then turns his attention Ecks. That was... intense. Not that she can see the fearful expression painting his face.]

Pocket it or eat it or whatever you're gonna do with it. It's yours.

[He'd pulled it out, but it's for the Prophet. House knows that as surely as he knows he's meant to help her. He also knows that that freaking mouth thing just about took off his arm and he's going to stand here and try not to completely lose it. Because they're going to have to keep doing this tonight.]

[ecks]

[This is good and this is right, but Ecks isn't entirely sure what she is meant to do with it other than keep it. She sits up and tucks it into a hidden pocket, fingers lingering over the flap for a moment as she stares thoughtfully into the void.]

That was a successful effort, but we need to find another.

[rubikscomplex]

[There's a momentary silence on House's end where he stares at her incredulously. Unfortunately, Ecks is right.]

You're the one who can see them, poindexter. Point to the next one.

[He'll so this as many times as he can before losing Ecks somehow. While every new and terrifying monster is awful, there is a strange sense of accomplishment in working in tandem with the golem like this. It settles something inside the doctor, at least for a time.]

[ecks]

My name is Ecks. It is not short for Poindexter.

[She does as he says, though. It's hard work, and dangerous, but she feels more right about it than she has about most other things that have happened here. Eventually they will lose each other in this place, but until then they will gather as many lights as they can.]