[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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[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.]