[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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[armoured]

[At least Al is pretty intuitive about this sort of stuff, so he closes his arms as soon as he feels someone hit him. It brings House into a big bear hug, tightly pressed to his chest.]

I've got you. Are you okay?

[rubikscomplex]

[The doctor groans.]

No. I almost got my arms bitten off by a giant werewolf thing. And you're like hitting a wall. Put me down and take the goddamn light, Prophet.

[armoured]

Don't call me that.

[It bothers him that something in him at the moment feels right with that title. He takes the light, though, and sets House down as gently as he can.]

Can you keep going?

[rubikscomplex]

It's what you are right now. [But at least Al's eyes haven't change. House might have just left him right the hell alone if they had. Once House finds his feet, he curls over a moment just to sulk and rub at what will, no doubt, be bruises by tomorrow.]

We have to keep going. [It's not determination in his voice. House is just resigned as he grabs for the kid's arm and starts pulling him along again. Hopefully the next one won't be so damn big.]