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[log] Monster Mash [closed]

Characters: House!Anomaly, Watson!Anomaly, Quark, Diana, Junpei, Aigis, Nathan
Location: Res Zone 2 and TBD
Date: Day 424 and TBD
Summary: Watson!Anomaly chases Aigis and Nathan, and House!Anomaly chases Quark, Diana, and Junpei
Warnings: Burns, blistering/melted skin, delirium, unnatural limbs, body horror, potential cannibalism, broken bones, bone sticking out of flesh, blood

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((cw: burns, blistering/melted skin, delirium, unnatural limbs))

[He's somewhere different. Castiel disappeared and John had gone searching for him, for anyone. He can barely see. Salty sweat and blood burning his eyes. The snow he moves through melts beneath him. He's dragging his body across the snow in an effort to try to cool the burns across his body. It's no good, though. Nothing feels like it's enough. His body and his mind are on fire.

His hands are the size of dinner plates and his arms are unnaturally long. His clothes have partly worn away at this point, exposing the top of his chests when he lifts himself up for it. Burns cover every piece of skin, he smells like burning flesh, sizzling hair. It's a fire that can't be extinguished.

He calls out as he pulls himself along:]

Sherlock! Mary! Castiel! I'm here. Please come back. Please...

[He's so lonely.]

Do you here that, love?

[Rubbing his arms from the cold, Nathan swings around toward the sound of the voice.]

Sounds like the doc, don't it?

[But he's still just a bit too far away to make out the words. Still, sympathetic enough, he starts in the direction, trusting Aigis to make whatever decision she believes is best for herself.]

[Aigis hears the voice as well, and pauses when Nathan points it out.] Watson-san.

[Her eyebrows furrow in the direction that the voice came from. She can't make out the words, either, but...] He sounds... distressed.

[And ignoring a human heart in pain sounds terribly cruel. So she follows Nathan in that direction, worried for Doctor Watson.]

[The voices cause John to redirect his efforts to dragging himself closer. He recognizes Nathan's more readily.]

Nathan? Where are you?

[He can barely see between the sweat and the snow whipping up into his face.]

Right over here, mate!

[Nathan picks up his speed to a jog, the distant silhouette becoming more clear, until finally--]

Oh...Jesus Christ.

[He comes grinding to a halt, stopping so fast it wouldn't be surprising if he causes Aigis to nearly crash into him. Anomaly isn't what immediately screams in his head, so instead his face blanches in horror and concern.]

What the fuck happened to you?

[Aigis smells something wrong before she sees it, even with her dulled sensory responses. It smells like something...cooking. There's a sour tang of smoke.

She stops on a dime just short of running into Nathan. As tall as he is, she has to lean around him to get a good look at Watson, and her eyes widen in shock. She takes in the extent of the burns across his body, the size of the limbs, the trail of steaming, melted snow behind him...

She steps out in front of Nathan, taking a battle stance even though she knows her weapons are useless here. Her voice takes on a hint of urgency.] We must escape. This is not the real Watson-san.

[The first tendrils of delirium may reach them as the anomaly drags himself forward. He doesn't move incredibly fast, but they'll need to run to outpace him.]

We were in the white room. Sherlock was in the room. I can't find him. I can't find anyone... Can't see. Please...

[A real man wouldn't let a smaller girl, robotic or otherwise, be his meatshield, but being the coward he is, as Nathan registers the malformed features beyond the burns and the smell begins to shock his system, he is completely willing to let Aigis take the forefront.]

Shit, you're right.

[He sways, his throat closing in a gag reflex. Running sounds like a great idea, if he could remember how to do that. Still, the way that John's talking...it's hard not to hesitate.]

Don't know what I could do for you either way, man. This is straight fucked.

[The feeling of her head beginning to swim is rather unfamiliar. Lacking an inner ear and the resulting fluids, she doesn't experience vertigo, but it must be something like this.

For a moment, despite her prior urgency, she's confused, like she's forgotten what must be done to escape. And Watson's desperately sad tone of voice isn't helping. She lets out a breath and chokes on it like a sob as she reaches behind her to urge Nathan with a shove and a few starting paces through the snow. Her next words are to Watson, or whoever it may be that she's trying to back away from.] We can't help you. I'm sorry.

No! Please! I don't want to be alone.

[It's pathetic. He's pathetic. Maybe that's why Sherlock's disappeared along with Alfie and Royce and... everyone.]

I don't want to hurt you. I just... please?

[He keeps pulling himself closer as he speaks.]

[A part of him...a big part, honestly, the parts of him that are still a frightened child, the parts of him that are cowardly, welcome Aigis' shove. He trudges forward, averting his gaze. He's never been a hero, despite all of his boasting and peacocking. He's happy to wash his hands of all of this. He's absolved, isn't he? And every drag of his body that John makes towards them makes a ring of static increase in volume in his ears.]

Fuck...fuck!

[But then he says that. Why did he have to go ahead and say that? Nathan remembers the weight of suitcases in each hand, the sound of bus tires rolling up on asphalt, the creak of the metal door folding open before him.

It doesn't matter how cowardly you are. All you need is just a hint, a spark, of bravery, and that bastard grabs hold of your leg and holds you to the spot. Nathan stumbles, faltering, and tears at his hair.]

Maybe we could...figure something out? Make terms or...fuck, I don't know!

Edited 2018-12-31 16:38 (UTC)

((cw: body horror, potential cannibalism, broken bones, bone sticking out of flesh, blood))

Hey, Quark! Wait up!

[It's definitely House's voice that calls out through the bitingly cold air. It seems that he's somehow brought an even deeper chill with him, one that starts to freeze the bone, not just cut to it. The doctor raises an arm to wave to the group, but instead of a hand, there's only an ice sculpture where a hand should be.

The doctor's who body is crusted with ice and broken. His arms are very long and he uses them to balance himself as his bones and skin crunch against each other, leaving crystal red droplets behind from the wounds.]

[Automatically, Quark perks up at the sound of his name, the sound of it coming from House. A slight grin starts to light up his face, and he whirls toward the figure...but as he takes several steps in that direction, comes grinding to a halt, heels slipping in the snow. He keeps his balance, but barely, and his cheerful expression snaps into one of fear.]

Mister...Mister House?

[No...it's like with Roland. It's not him.]

[Diana looks back, too, reaching out for Quark as he stumbles and feeling a twinge of uncertain anticipation at House's voice. While she harbours no ill feelings towards him, she knows he isn't the biggest fan of her, and fears that he may have words for her--

But those fears are petty, trivial, she realises, as she sees the strange shape of the silhouette through the snow. She can't quite see what's wrong, but something is wrong. The arms are long, bulky, strange.

She reaches out for Quark and Junpei, taking a few steps back into the snow even as she calls out in a shaky voice, on the off chance that something bad has actually happened to House.] Are you okay?

[That's not a voice he'd ever distrust, so it takes turning around at Quark's sudden stop before Junpei realizes something's wrong as well.

Whatever that figure coming towards them is... "Okay" seems like the total opposite.]

I. Uh. I don't think that's...

[Trailing off, it's not too clear who he's responded to. Or maybe he's talking to himself. Either way, what is obvious is as he moves a bit closer to where Diana's reaching, he's already started to make a point of staying between everyone, guarding the two he's with.

~~Neither of them need to see his face right now, and notice he's not any less scared at all.~~]

Never felt better!

[He starts moving toward the trio. There's the crunch of snow as he comes, but also the sick cracking of bone and frozen skin. The doctor's movements are shuffling, alien, wrong, as he breaks and reforms with each steps.]

Where are you guys headed? Mind if I tag along?

[A part of Quark, the part that's been here for so very long, knows that the best course of action is to shut down and run. Grab Diana and Junpei by the hand and run, run, run. But his feet feel heavy, weighted. It's House. How can he run? What if he hates him?]

We're just getting some food, that's all...

[He swallows, feeling for Diana's hand and holding on tightly.]

I dunno, Mister House, you might, um...you know, scare someone.

[Her words are caught in her throat as she catches Quark's hand and the back of Junpei's jacket in a vice. He sounds so much like House. How could he be a monster?

But she can't deny what's in front of her eyes, nor the panic racing in her blood. She takes another step back and tugs at Junpei and Quark as she does so.] I don't-- [Telling people no is not her area of expertise, but she forces it out, thick with fear:] I don't think that's a good idea.

We should go.

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[log] Monster Mash [closed]

Aigis and Nathan

sorry for the wait!

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Quark, Diana, Junpei

those ice sculptures are so much

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