[log] Event: Breaking Down [open]

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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!

Comments

[advanced]

[He does take a half step further back, but he's reluctant to abandon John even like this.]

Then it didn't do anything for him, he didn't become himself again. The light you're trying to take isn't yours, it won't help you, so you have to fight it. Focus on something else. Sherlock. Mary.

cw: self-harm

[jumpthegun]

Sherlock... he's Moriarty. [He's Mr. Gun Hands, as well. John's not at all sure about that.] Tried to hurt Mary, too. I'll run you all down. [John grits his teeth metaphorically and then bites hard into his right leg, yelping as he does so. He needs to crippled himself further. He needs to be completely helpless, like he was on the night when he went mad and wanted to murder people.]

Please, you have to get away, Buck.

[advanced]

[He can't help but be afraid that Steve is a monster too, trapped in a prison of his own fears, and it's half a desire to go and find him that has him finally giving in to John's plea.]

I'll find Mary.

[It's the least he can do, he knows it'll mean more than keeping John himself safe.]

I'll protect her.

[jumpthegun]

[That, at least, is relief to hear. John nods, then licks his bloodied paw, only succeeding in cutting his tongue on his own teeth.]

Thank you.

[It's good that Bucky understands enough about him for this.]

Everyone will come after her, after the both of you. Stay safe. Now go!

[advanced]

[It's a mission he'll do his utmost to complete to the full extent of his capabilities.

There's nothing more that needs to be said, and so he just turns and runs from John at his top speed.]

[jumpthegun]

[John immediately tries to pursue, but his injuries prevent any real progress. Bucky will run to the dulcet sounds of a snarling, baying hound.]