[log] Event: Breaking Down [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone pulled into the Escherverse
Location: Escherverse
Date: Morning 220 - Night 221
Summary: All alone/Even when I was a child/I've always known/There was something to be frightened of
Warnings: general horror, violence warnings; make sure to put more specific warnings in the subject lines!

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[bywolves]

[ Oh. Oh - someone with light.

The cloak goes completely still, distorting here and there unnaturally. There's distant, crackling static - and then the cloak moves, faster than one might think. The dread might sink in here, or at least, will flood around the area, and the cloak lifts its head to reveal that under that hood, there's a lamprey-like mouth full of rusted metal shivs, teeth all the way down. It lets out a screech and it echoes off the twisted corridors impossibly, from all angles.

The cloak heads right for Zidane, immediately giving chase. It sees that light behind Zidane's teeth and it wants it. ]

[tidalflame]

Man, are you ugly!

[Zidane leaps towards the wall and launches himself off, trying to parkour over the charging monster's head and land behind it.

His expression never falters from its smirk but he cannot keep the fear from his eyes or the fur on his tail from standing on end no matter how hard he tries.

This thing is fast and Zidane cannot reliably use the environment to his own advantage, not when just looking up gives him a headache.]

[bywolves]

[ The fear is what keeps the monster going. It sees it, and it sees the light, and it yowls angrily, trying to grab at Zidane's feet as he parkours over Royce's head. Zidane makes it, and if he runs, the cloak hisses and skitters after him, up the wall and to the ceiling to try and drop down and descend on Zidane. It wants that light. It needs it. ]

[tidalflame]

[Well, that kind of movement is unexpected.

Zidane watches the cloak skitter around madly like a giant insect.]

Aw, come on.

[He leaps backwards as it descends and lifts his fists.]

You were a person once, weren't you? Any of you still left in there? Hello!?

[bywolves]

[ There's a pause. The cloak jitters to a stop, rippling angrily. The hood comes up and it's filled with teeth - or knives, really, sharp shivs that fill it lamprey like. But it doesn't move. You were a person once, right? He was, he thinks, and it gives him pause. ]

[tidalflame]

[That hesitation gives him a faint glimmer of hope. He nods but still braces himself, ready to run.]

C'mon, fight it!

Maybe I can still help you!

[bywolves]

[ The monster kneads it's claws into the floor, shifting. He doesn't need help. Of course he doesn't. He just needs that light, and he's angry that he's been distracted. The cloak skitters closer, or at least, tries to - it swipes at Zidane, right for his face. ]

[tidalflame]

[Zidane ducks down and bobs to one side with the trained grace of an acrobat, cursing under his breath.]

Don't want help, huh?

Well you'll have to be faster than that if you wanna catch me.