Freya Crescent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lancingintherain) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
snowblindrpg2015-10-10 08:50 pm
lancingintherain) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-10-10 08:50 pm
Entry tags:
- *network,
- *open,
- alister azimuth (ratchet & clank),
- alphonse elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- america (hetalia),
- brian thomas (marble hornets),
- clayton epps (original),
- enoch (el shaddai),
- freya crescent (final fantasy ix),
- gregory house (house md),
- haurchefant greystone (ffxiv),
- kunsel (final fantasy vii),
- miranda lawson (mass effect),
- tim wright (marble hornets),
- zack fair (final fantasy vii),
- zell dincht (final fantasy viii)
[network] @crescent; to die historic on the furry road [open]
[usually, the worst thing about waking up is remembering how hungry she is. But this morning, as Day 45 breaks cold and overcast as usual, the worst thing about waking up is remembering that last night, her friend got literally eaten by a monster.
She has to warn people. She couldn't save Mami, but maybe she can help others. So once she's mostly talked herself down from numb grief and fear, she turns on her tablet's video function. At first, it's aiming at a wooden tabletop, but she tilts it to show a drawing. For having been drawn last night in the dark in the hazy, panicky aftermath of mortal peril, it's pretty decent:
She clears her throat and starts to speak, her voice low and breaking despite her efforts to keep it steady.]
Four days ago, I was traveling with Alphonse Elric's group. We were attacked by this monster here. [a gray-furred, four-fingered hand moves into the video to tap at the top left of the picture with one sharp claw.] It was... well, if you've seen Alphonse, you know how tall he is. This one was taller. It had... light, instead of skin. Like what we see on the videos, sometimes. I'm not explaining it quite right, but... we got away.
[she swallows, then takes a shaky breath and points to the drawing on the right.]
Mami Tomoe and I—she's a young human girl; some of you have met her—we were on our own, yesterday. This monster attacked us last night. We—I tried to...
[she breaks off, planting her hand flat on the table to stop it from shaking. When she speaks again, her voice is hard.]
...It swallowed her. It ate her whole. That's what they do. Now we know.
[she points to the bottom drawing.]
It said things to me, before it—before it ate her. Spoke right into my head. "I want it"; "I am here"; I wrote down what I could remember. And there's something else. All of the other monsters I've seen have looked, well, they've looked human, or something like it. But this one... oh, it's easiest to just show it.
[the video swings dizzyingly as she picks up the tablet, and she taps on the screen to turn the camera. At once, the view of the tabletop and wall becomes a view of her very inhuman face, framed by her pale, tangled hair and large ears. Her eyes are tired, and her muzzle is streaked with dark, dried blood.]
...It looked like me. Like one of my people. But it... it ran on all fours, like an animal. ...I don't know what any of it means. But one thing's the same—and if anyone who's just arrived is watching this, you'd better listen. [her voice turns cold, and she looks straight into the camera.] If you see a monster, you run, got it? You run away as fast as you can, and get inside, and block the door. There's no fighting them. No fighting them at all.
[OOC: HOT GOLLY DAMN, there are enough threads here to feed a whole village of cute, thread-starved orphans. I'm capping the number of threads where it is. No more replies please, you beautiful people.]
She has to warn people. She couldn't save Mami, but maybe she can help others. So once she's mostly talked herself down from numb grief and fear, she turns on her tablet's video function. At first, it's aiming at a wooden tabletop, but she tilts it to show a drawing. For having been drawn last night in the dark in the hazy, panicky aftermath of mortal peril, it's pretty decent:
She clears her throat and starts to speak, her voice low and breaking despite her efforts to keep it steady.]
Four days ago, I was traveling with Alphonse Elric's group. We were attacked by this monster here. [a gray-furred, four-fingered hand moves into the video to tap at the top left of the picture with one sharp claw.] It was... well, if you've seen Alphonse, you know how tall he is. This one was taller. It had... light, instead of skin. Like what we see on the videos, sometimes. I'm not explaining it quite right, but... we got away.
[she swallows, then takes a shaky breath and points to the drawing on the right.]
Mami Tomoe and I—she's a young human girl; some of you have met her—we were on our own, yesterday. This monster attacked us last night. We—I tried to...
[she breaks off, planting her hand flat on the table to stop it from shaking. When she speaks again, her voice is hard.]
...It swallowed her. It ate her whole. That's what they do. Now we know.
[she points to the bottom drawing.]
It said things to me, before it—before it ate her. Spoke right into my head. "I want it"; "I am here"; I wrote down what I could remember. And there's something else. All of the other monsters I've seen have looked, well, they've looked human, or something like it. But this one... oh, it's easiest to just show it.
[the video swings dizzyingly as she picks up the tablet, and she taps on the screen to turn the camera. At once, the view of the tabletop and wall becomes a view of her very inhuman face, framed by her pale, tangled hair and large ears. Her eyes are tired, and her muzzle is streaked with dark, dried blood.]
...It looked like me. Like one of my people. But it... it ran on all fours, like an animal. ...I don't know what any of it means. But one thing's the same—and if anyone who's just arrived is watching this, you'd better listen. [her voice turns cold, and she looks straight into the camera.] If you see a monster, you run, got it? You run away as fast as you can, and get inside, and block the door. There's no fighting them. No fighting them at all.
[OOC: HOT GOLLY DAMN, there are enough threads here to feed a whole village of cute, thread-starved orphans. I'm capping the number of threads where it is. No more replies please, you beautiful people.]
no subject
[she winces, and thumps the table with a fist.]
Damn it—more than a month. It's been more than a month since we first saw the monsters. Can't even keep that straight. [derisively, under her breath:] ...Some good I am.
no subject
Do not say such things.
You mustn't dwell on the times things go wrong. Think, rather, on what you've done right and look to the future with purpose.
[The ringing of armor and his voice takes on an excited pitch.]
Go forth with your head high and warrior's resolve in your heart, I say! Go forth with conviction! If you give into despair then this place has already won.
no subject
That's laying it on a bit thick, isn't it? Look, you—it's a very nice speech, but it's... I can't. Not now. Mami is dead, sir, or—or as good as it, and it's my fault. You'll forgive me if I'm still dwelling on that, not even a day afterwards.
no subject
[He frowns.]
What I am saying is that if you let your sorrow win you over, if you give in to despair and think you are of no use, then what?
Feel your grief by all means then mold that grief into a cause.
Far too many times I have seen men and women lose their loved ones and then, within the next moon, they'd allowed the cold to take them.
[If he were more introspective he'd realize this sort of speech while well meaning is hypocritical coming from him. Really, this woman seems to be handling grief better than he typically does. If he'd been in her position he'd be a belligerent drunk by now.]
no subject
[she sighs, and runs her claws through her untidy hair.]
...You're a warrior, like I am. I can tell that much. Then you must understand: if we promise to—to protect someone, and we fail, then what use are we? Resolve and conviction—I've never felt farther from those things.
no subject
[He's lost knights before and it hurt every time.]
But as warriors we need to pick ourselves up when we can and press on.... to avenge the fallen and protect those still with us.
[Easier said than done. He can't help but think about the Warrior of Light, whom he had died protecting. If that spear had hit its intended mark...Haurchefant wonders if he could have pulled through that. He doubts it.
He sighs a worried sigh.]
But listen to me prattle on. If you are a seasoned warrior then my words must seem little more than empty platitudes! I controlled a garrison in my world and my soldiers were at times...
[He abruptly stops himself. Is he about to launch into another long speech? Oh dear, he is, isn't he? There's silence as he tries to pull his mind out of the clouds and back into his head.]
I am sorry, miss.
no subject
Don't—don't apologize. ...Sir. I'm sure you mean everything sincerely, but... only trust me that I'll appreciate your words in time. I can hear the truth in them. It's only difficult to believe right now.
[but oh here's something to distract herself with, and to use to learn more about this stranger:]
But you're... if I might ask, what is your title?
no subject
I am Lord Haurchefant of House Fortemps. In my own world I commanded a garrison at Camp Dragonhead.
[A small grin rises into his voice.]
Of course I hold no such title here and even if I did I am not one to stand on formalities.
no subject
My lord. I—I understand. But I am; I hope you don't mind. It's a habit.
[she tries to sit up straight again, but her head and ears still droop.]
I... now, there's a coincidence. I'm what my people call a Dragon Knight, and here you are, from your Camp Dragonhead.
no subject
That is quite a coincidence indeed.
[A thoughtful pause.]
There are Dragon Knights where I hail from as well though their more proper title is Dragoon.