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Snowblind Moderators ([personal profile] snowblindmods) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2018-10-27 03:28 pm

[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough
rubikscomplex: (pain | sucker punch)

cw: burn and shrapnel injuries; rubber melting to skin

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2018-10-30 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
House has no idea of the exchange going on in Will's head. All he knows is there he made a mistake when his cane bursts apart, sharp, singed shrapnel flying every direction. The hand holding the cane is the main victim for the doctor. The rubber glove melts around it, splinters stab through, wood flies up into his exposed cheeks. It's a miracle and a mercy nothing hits an eye or something else vitally important.

The doctor does fall back into the snow, though, with a cry of pain. He buries his hand deep in the snow, There's another sear of pain across his shoulder and the scent of burning flesh as one of Sylar's sparks stabs through his chest.

Up. Up. Need to run. They're almost to the shack. Will. Where's Will? The doctor struggles, fighting through the pain, just trying to get upright. Sylar's own delay might be enough to save them.
Edited 2018-10-30 19:27 (UTC)

cw: burn and shrapnel injuries

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2018-10-30 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Bits of wood sliced through Will's cheek and temple, a larger splinter burying itself in his shoulder. These pains were minor compared to the spark of electricity that tore down his spine once more.

He can hear House cry out, using the sound as a guide to identify which direction in which to lurch. His whole body hurts and he can smell blood. As his hands find House, he pushes at the doctor, not enough to topple him but encouragement to run, run before Sylar can pull himself back together and reach them.
termineur: (Left to my thoughts)

[personal profile] termineur 2018-10-30 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Sylar squeals in frustration, the only sound he seems to be able to make right now. He stops walking and the rapid movement of the electrical outbursts seems to be dying down. The bolts are slowing in side-to-side movement. They stop reaching House and Will altogether, shortly.

He's starting to look less like a ball of light and more person-shaped. Might want to move quickly.
rubikscomplex: (scared | dark)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2018-10-30 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
House's remaining good hand latches onto Will when he has him and pulls. They're getting out of this together. Together. He's not letting the moron do some sort of heroic sacrifice bullshit.

"Door!" Holding Will and clutching his injured hand close to his chest, the work of getting the door open will fall to the ex-profiler. Once they're in, House turns right back around to slam the door on Sylar and shove himself against the door to keep the anomaly out. It's a small mercy that this shack doesn't have any windows.

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2018-10-30 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Will goes willingly where House pulls, though he listens to the squeal from behind them. Again, there is a part of him that feels genuine sympathy for Sylar, an understanding of what the man/creature wants. But he's simply not prepared to let him have it, particularly at the risk of House's safety.

It takes both his hands to figure out how to work the knob, the pain from all that electricity is starting to overwhelm the adrenaline in his system, but he gets the door open. One of his hands reaches back, trying to scrabble at House to ensure the doctor comes in with him, relaxing only once he hears the door slam shut.

Falling on the ground in an undignified heap, Will's head hung and he whispered.

"Sorry."

Whether the apology was to House, for not being able to help hold the door, or to Sylar on the other side, was anyone's guess. Hell, it probably was to them both.
rubikscomplex: (anger | shut up)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2018-10-30 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
As if on cue, there's a heavy thump on the other side of the door, and House can feel the electricity humming just a short distance away. "Go screw yourself, Gray!" Will might have sympathy. House's is limited. Far more limited, when his hand is a mess of wood shrapnel and second and third degree burns. Dire thoughts of gangrene play across his mind.

He slides down to sitting against the door to hold it. "How was the... mm... the ECT?" No bite guards included this time.

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2018-10-30 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wonderful," Will rasped, his throat wrecked from the electricity. "I don't know why people don't indulge every day."

As he spoke he lay more completely on the floor. His pack was pushed under him and he thought he should move it, but it seemed like too much trouble at the moment.
rubikscomplex: (pain | sucker punch)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2018-10-31 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
As those words are evidence that Will is: (a) conscious, and (b) processing appropriately and capable of response, House just falls quiet for a little while.

Sylar continues pounding at the door for what feels like hours, but is really only about 20 minutes. House holds position for another 10 minutes before getting up and peeking out the door. The anomaly is gone. But he's not taking chances. He slumps down to block the door again and pulls out his tablet for light. The Vicodin comes out next and he dry swallows two pills to help deal with the pain as he finally pulls his hand away from where he has it curled to his chest and takes a look.

He tries to uncurl his fingers and makes a choked sound of agony. "Graham. I need your help." He needs to get the shrapnel out of Will, too. Maybe he should do that before dealing with his hand.