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methuselah ([personal profile] singmod) wrote in [community profile] singillatim2024-06-05 12:00 am

seven devils all around you, seven devils in your house

JUNE 2024 EVENT


PART ONE — A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME: The Darkwalker claims another victim, and that is only the beginning of troubles for the Interlopers as they face a month of endless night and green gloom.

PART TWO — POLAR SUN: As June continues, Interlopers are faced with food insecurity as wildlife flees; tensions grow as they face hunger and the Darkwalker's continued influence. On the day of the Summer Solstice, the tension finally breaks and violent chaos descends upon Interlopers.

PART THREE — REPRIEVE: The end is in sight, and an ally comes to the Interloper’s aid.

A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME


WHEN: June 1st, then onwards.
WHERE: Milton area; Lakeside area (Carter Hydrodam).
CONTENT WARNINGS: death of playable character; supernatural death; mention of dead body; themes of death; supernatural beings; themes of terror; themes of peril.

The evening is quiet and still. May draws to a close and while the sun does not completely set, it dips low enough for the sky to grow a little darkdim with twilight. The midnight sun is almost upon the Northern Territories, the air is warmer than it has ever felt — even if it remains chilly. If this is summer, it is but a gentle brush of reprieve against the unyielding winter. The Interlopers wind down for the night, many turn to their beds to sleep, others sit awake and ponder their existence in this world. They think of home, of loved ones, of their predicament here in this place. The Forest Talkers, the strange beasts and monsters they’ve encountered.

The moon wanes in the skies, nestled amongst the stars. For those still awake to notice, they can see it: slowly, one by one, the stars begin to go out. Then the moon's light is swallowed whole, and a blanket of green gloom descends upon the Northern Territories.

The sky is dark and green and terrible. Many of those will recognise it, what this means and what will come. Others will not understand it, not know what it is that awaits them all.

They will soon find out: the Darkwalker comes.

Under a green sky, a cold fear washes over you — squeezing the breath from your lungs. Interlopers will find themselves overcome with that fear, and everything in their bodies and minds tells them to run. To flee. And so you run, heading for cover. Curtains will be drawn, some may hide under beds, within closets or wardrobes. Some desperately attempt to conceal themselves, make themselves small, unseen. Some Interlopers, in that fear, may rush to friends or loved ones to hide with them, others may simply cower alone — crawling and whimpering away from the night. The fear is irrational, unable to be overcome — even by the bravest or most stoic of Interlopers.

For those within Milton, it is further away but is by no means less potent: Interlopers will find themselves frozen with the constant loom of the Darkwalker’s arrival — even if it does not come to Milton. Those within Lakeside, however, will feel the true force of this presence: more like a knife edge — painfully gripping your heart as it draws close.

The Darkwalker howls: indescribable, unnatural, demonic. Low moans and groans. It comes from the east, the faint booms of footsteps in the distance growing ever nearer. It is coming, once more. It's coming for one of you. And still, you are powerless, unable to do anything. And it is an agony, awaiting its arrival. You cry, you whimper, you cower. Curling up for some shred of comfort, and finding none.

For those in Lakeside, through the fear, they may be able to note the path: a straight line from the east towards Carter Hydrodam. It seems to go on forever, building into a crescendo. Your heart beats so hard you fear it may burst from your chest, as if you might die of fright.

There is an almighty sound; the Darkwalker devours and even with the distance you can hear it. The sound of gnashing teeth, and… laughter. There is no scream, no bright light in the sky — Enola is silent this time. There is only that laughter, echoing off into the night.

The skies do not return to normal. The green gloom hangs in the air. It is done, but it is not yet over. While the overwhelming fear dissolves away, but a kind of… dread remains on the air — almost palpable.


The Darkwalker has devoured another. Braver souls who go out to investigate into Lakeside will find just who has been devoured once they reach the Hydrodam — although it may be a day or two before they will find the body in the medical bay.

At least it is cold enough that the rot does not fully set in — but death will certainly be here.

And this is but the beginning of the Interloper’s troubles.

POLAR SUN


WHEN: The month of June, up to Midsummer’s Eve + Summer Solstice.
WHERE: Milton area; Lakeside area.
CONTENT WARNINGS: themes of survival; food scarcity/food insecurity; supernatural weather; altered mental states; mental manipulation; themes of violence; potential character injury; potential character death; potential NPC death.

In the coming weeks and days, and weeks, the green gloom lingers. From the Darkwalker’s attack, there is no sun. No day, no night. No stars or moon or sun. No Auroras. Just the gloom and biting cold. Life becomes increasingly hard on Interlopers: higher expenditure on fuel — fires and lanterns are imperative to keep the darkness and the cold at bay.

With the green gloom in the air, the wildlife becomes more scarce — as if it has been frightened away into the deeper parts of the wilds. It will be harder to bring in fresh meat in both Milton and Lakeside, and Interlopers will find that they will have to rely on whatever stores they have — and perhaps even rationing for a while.

And it’s not the only thing frightened. Even with the debilitating fear that comes with the Darkwalker’s attack gone, there is still a kind of fear that lingers on the air that slowly eats away at the Interloper’s resolve over time.

Interlopers will find themselves anxious, on edge. Some will be prone to anger in their fear, others prone to fits of melancholy: tearfulness and sorrow. Between the cold, the lack of fresh game and the fear on the air — it’s no wonder spirits are low. Bickering and minor upsets between Interlopers are likely.

They call it the midnight sun, the polar day. It's opposite is the polar night. This is neither and both. On the day of midsummer's eve, that fear on the air is even more palpable. The air feels a little stifling at times, as if the pressure is all off — often quite oppressive, a strange kind of tension. There is something brewing, a low burning thing that begins from the moment Interlopers wake — heavy and sharp in their chest.

’So, Interloper. What will you do now?’ A voice sneers in your ear. The very same voice that has haunted Interlopers since the very beginning. The Darkwalker finally speaks after all these weeks of gloom since its most recent attack. ’When all is gone, when even the sun does not rise? What will you do then?’

A nervousness sits within you as you remember the Darkwalker’s words. What will you do if the sun does not rise? If the darkness is all that is left? If the food runs out? Your wonderings will continue to gnaw away within you. The darkness is hollowing.

’Will you lean on others, like you have always tried to do?’ the voice continues. ’What bonds you hold with them, the ones with those around you. But how strong are they, truly? Can you trust them? Will it matter when your belly is empty and your heart is low? Perhaps it is time to see.

’Never forget, Interloper. I am the Rot. And I will rot within you.’

As the day progresses into the Solstice, that tension lingers in the air, and the wonderings within you continue to wear at you. You find yourself becoming more and more agitated as time goes on. Those feelings that have been brewing for some time now have started to grow close to boiling. You may snap at others, grow restless, become enraged at the tiniest of things — the upsets wildly out of proportion for the smallest slights or issues.

You find your thoughts wandering, too. Perhaps it is to someone you know in this place, or perhaps it is to someone previously unknown to you. Maybe you have an issue with this person, or perhaps the voice’s influence extends further — not only adding to your agitations but creating them, too. A slight, a grudge, a bias.

You feel a bitter gnawing within you. The nightmarish green gloom above you persists and everything bubbles up from within. From the dark, the anger within you become too much. The tension finally snaps.

For some, it might come out as a vicious argument where you air your grievances, or finally let slip the things you’ve been holding close to your chest. A verbal beat down, incredibly hurtful in nature. For others, things may be drawn to getting physical. A literal beat down where your fists grow bruised and bloody, or perhaps even worse. Whatever it is, you want to do damage to someone else — there is darkness here, and so many things come out in the dark, don’t they?

Like a ripple, all around you: all hell breaks loose. Chaos erupts, and the air is filled with violence.

Let’s hope you might stop, or someone else stops you, before someone gets killed.
REPRIEVE


WHEN: Circa three days after the Summer Solstice.
WHERE: Milton.
CONTENT WARNINGS: blood.

All things must come to an end, even the most violent of deadly storms. In the midst of the seemingly endless violence of the night, you find yourself outside. Maybe you're fleeing from another Interloper, maybe you're desperately trying to reach someone you care for, maybe you're simply trying to find somewhere new to hide. Interlopers are hunting one another, blood lies on the snow, bodies too — some breathing, some not.

Perhaps it is a trick of the light. Perhaps it's the Darkwalker’s influence still warping your already frayed mind. Or it's the blood in your eyes, your battered and bruised body struggling to get through it all.

In the gloom, you see it. See her.

A woman, dressed in furs, stones and shells glimmering on her chest like armour, stands in the snow before you. Thin and pale, eyes sunken. Her chest heaves with each breath as she looks around with wide eyes. Her hands are bare and bloody. It drips slowly from her fingers. Is it her blood? Or someone else's? You cannot tell, but you cannot mistake how thick it coats her skin.

Her head turns to look at you. You are stunned, but not frightened. Even through the gloom, after a moment or two, her eyes widen in recognition: she knows you.

Slowly and silent, other than her noisy breathing, she draws close to you. Maybe in turn you draw close to her, closing the distance between you. Up close, her eyes are blue, and sad. You cannot mistake the sorrow in them. She is tired, weary. Her hair is dark, worn loose and long. For some, you feel as if you've seen her before, but you can't quite place her face.

Softly, she says your name.

For some, there may be no recognition. This woman is a stranger, who knows your name somehow. She has been silent the past couple of months, after all.

For others, hearing her speak brings a sudden, jarring realisation: this is Enola.

She’s here. Enola. All this time, she’s whispered to you in dreams, in static, in the very air itself.

She raises one hand, dark and dripping in the green light. Lightly, her fingers brush against your chest. You don’t feel the pressure of them, don’t feel the odd heat of blood — only the weight of her stare as she holds your gaze. It’s a long moment of peace in amongst the chaos.

You feel her exhaustion, a tiredness that sinks into your very bones. Apologies, too. You have never known anything like it. But there’s something else too, something that takes a moment or two to put your finger on. Defiance. A renewal. Something shifts in the air, a growing tension, different from the kind that’s been held on the air throughout the month. It’s the coming of a storm, the rolling clouds, the growing rumble of thunder before the first lightning strike.

Enola nods, her expression grave. She pulls away and turns from you — her head lifting towards the skies as she walks. Her arms raise, bloodied hands twisting and tensing before her. They curl, almost into fists, and she makes a gesture: the slow tearing of something huge and invisible before her — a shriek spilling from her lips. A battle-cry, a last stand, a wail of agony. It echoes.

The sky cracks and splits open before you, dazzling light and colours blinding your vision into pure white. The world tilts too hard below your feet, and you don’t remember passing out.

When you awaken, Enola is gone. The skies are clear and blue, the sun is high in the sky. As you pick yourself up from the snow, in the harsh light of the polar day, blood has never looked so red. The horrors of the night laid bare. Interlopers are dead, but the Darkwalker’s influence is gone. For now.

In the wake of Midsummer, all Interlopers can do is try reconcile. Bury the dead, rebuild, lick wounds. But that feeling in the air still remains — that different, new kind of tension that has come with Enola’s appearance. The first of the lightning bolts has struck, but more are coming.
FAQs

A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME


1. Alexander Hilbert has been devoured by the Darkwalker. His remains can be found in the Hydrodam. The following note has been left by Kates concerning his death: ‘Sveta gets possession of his research notes + blood samples + creepy lab journal because it's all in Russian, lmao.’

2. Information on the Darkwalker’s attack can be found here.

3. Usually, after the Darkwalker attacks, the sky would return to normal. This won’t happen. Instead, the usual atmospheric changes that occur during Darkwalker attacks will remain in place as June continues..


POLAR SUN


1. For an idea how the setting appears for June, it's like what you see in the game during the Escape The Darkwalker Challenge. Inside, there'll be a degree of green shades to rooms etc via what comes through windows but with it being lit up via fires and light sources, the gloom will be chased back.


2. Characters are free to use this event to kill NPC Interlopers. Methuselah and Young Bill are off the table, as are two marked NPC Interlopers. Please let Mods know if you intend on doing this for record keeping!

3. These acts of violence can be physical or verbal altercations, players are encouraged to work with the prompt however they'd like! However, anything potentially world-altering (ie. building destruction) must be first discussed with mods.

4. Interlopers under the Darkwalker's influence can be stopped in a number of ways. Showing genuine care and compassion in the face of violence is one way. Knocking an Interloper out is another way. Sometimes killing an Interloper may be needed, or simply restraining them and keeping them locked up somewhere so they can't hurt anyone else until the night is over would also work.

5. Talismans made by Heartman back in March with a Ward Sigil against the Darkwalker will come into effect during this prompt. It's been an ongoing process, with new Interlopers being offered them from their arrival. Players are free to choose what kind of talisman they received, or if they chose to get one at all. Their effectiveness is dependent on the type of blood used on the talisman.

Animal Blood: Interlopers carrying talismans using blood from animals found in the world, such as deer, rabbits or wolves will find themselves more susceptible to the Darkwalker’s influence and disposition towards violence. They will be much harder to break out of the hold over them, and become almost frenzied state.
Monster Blood: Interlopers carrying talismans using blood from any creatures or monsters that Interlopers have encountered in their time in the Northern Territories, such as the Serpent from December’s TDM will find there are no negative nor positive effects. The talisman is essentially useless. and Interlopers will fall under the Darkwalker's influence.
Interloper Blood: Interlopers carrying talismans using blood for Interlopers will be offered protection/resistance from the Darkwalker’s influence and disposition towards violence. They may be slightly affected but will have their wits about them more compared to others. If the blood came from an Interloper with an Aurora Feat — this protection/resistance will be largely increased, an the Interloper may even feel braver, less affected by the fear in the atmosphere.
No Talisman: Similar to the Monster Blood Talisman, Interlopers will be affected typically by the Darkwalker's influence in due course.

There are no additional affects with an Interloper using their own blood, just if they have an Aurora Feat or not.

6. Animals owned by Interlopers will be more frightened and will want to hide away in the build up — they will be disturbed by the world. Mostly lying down and whining/restlessness. They may display some signs of aggression on occasion, but not to the same degree of humans.

7. Forest Talkers are hidden away and will not be able to be reached during the Solstice.

REPRIEVE


1. Enola can only be met alone, but she will appear to all Interlopers in Milton.

2. Enola will be nowhere to be found afterwards, there are no tracks to be followed. She has simply vanished.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-13 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
“I did go to see him,” Chloe admits as she wedges a crowbar behind a window board. “I wanted to make sure he lived. He apologized to me!”

She sounds furious about this. Anger tends to be what she reaches for when she doesn't know how to feel.

“I could have killed him and he says that to me. Idiot.”
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-13 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course he’d eaten his fill before doing all of this. What a pair they make.]

Their leader wears a deer skull, right? The antlers. Or leave them on and put the head in his hands.

[Cutting it off would hide the cause of death handily enough.]
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-13 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
“I don't know.” Chloe shrugs. “Maybe. If they all felt like this, I get it.”

She still feels like she's on the verge of snapping. It's lucky she's not the one with fire powers.
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[personal profile] meadqueen 2024-07-13 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
“Oh, salmon,” Randvi sighs. A delicious fish that can be caught in both Norway and England, albeit different varieties. “Wouldn’t that be lovely?”
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[personal profile] lieutenantsteward 2024-07-14 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[He won't argue that.]

We certainly do, miss. And I hope it stays that way.
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[personal profile] guidemyway 2024-07-14 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
She thankfully doesn't have any fire powers, but that has not stopped her in the past, present or likely in the future from setting things ablaze.

"A little of both. So the aurora started up and I managed to get the stove working for a little bit.

...But apparently I'm not all that great in the kitchen even if with the proper tools to do the job."
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-14 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[None of this has gone like she thought it was going to.]

Well. I'm glad you're not dead. See you around.
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cw: corpse, body mutilation

[personal profile] flanerie 2024-07-14 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lestat laughs, but there's a note of wrongness to it. Not horror, or regret, or forced mirth, but rather a sort of wistfulness. ]

His head in his hands, fingers over the eyes. Like a kind of warning - 'don't look to us, Interlopers'.

[ He returns to the sledge and retrieves a hatchet from where it had been hidden beneath the body, then bounces it in his hands, turning it over reflectively. ]

I used to do this with our daughter. Not this- [ he flicks a hand out, sideways, slicing the air dismissively ] -unpleasant butchery. But we'd devise...ironies, I suppose you could call them. Fitting ends for deserving prey.

But she lost her taste for playing such games with me. I haven't...

[ He trails off, seemingly mesmerized by whatever it is he sees reflected in the axehead - and then he stirs, shaking it off conspicuously, and twists to offer her an apologetic grin. ]

Listen to me, waxing nostalgic. I only mean to say I appreciate your artistic contributions.
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[personal profile] flanerie 2024-07-14 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
The pall of doom that's fallen over us all?

[ Ruby, with her genuine youthfulness, is better equipped than most to recognize the blatant signs of someone in a sulk. It's the waspish feigned indifference, how he cuts across the room to claim a chair and sink heavily into it, the brittle crispness of his gestures.

Not only is he a little testy himself, but he doesn't seem to be able to stop himself from showing it off. ]


It is oppressive, now that you mention it. [ He leans back in the chair, one arm draped over a corner, his other hand on the table. He drums his glass-like nails restlessly on the wood. ] You are lucky I'm used to living under a storm cloud of misery.

Fitting, in a way. As soon as that one merrily fucked off [ he half-lifts his fingers in a derisive flick ] here comes their replacement.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-14 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[It's interesting, a sort of emotion that she’s never seen from this man before. She can kind of see why Louis wanted to keep the daughter out of it, though.]

Well, thank you. Not bad for a thief, huh? Want me to hold him?
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[personal profile] lieutenantsteward 2024-07-14 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"You may have," he agrees, solemnly and without hesitation. "And - you would have to live with the consequences of what happened, whatever destruction you brought. But that is why we must rely on each other. These feuds are born of anger and resentments that build and build. It took only a push to put us at each other's throats."

He looks down to his hands, linking them together. "We must stand together, as best we can."
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[personal profile] powersuited 2024-07-14 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The squeeze to her hand, firm and solid, is as reassuring as anything else, proof of Bigby's returning strength even if he's still in the process of healing. He even feels warmer against her now, compared to before, when she'd needed to pass on some of her heat to him — and inadvertently wound up falling asleep on his shoulder, tucked along his side in this very bed.

There's no room for thinking back to that now, though, not when she's trying to focus on taking breaths, trying to slow her own rabbiting pulse. Instinctively, she interlocks her fingers through Bigby's, pressing their hands together palm to palm, right around the time that Connor appears in the doorway.

Relief makes room in her expression too, alongside the fear; there's this strange sense of rightness that washes over her now, with the three of them all together in the same space. It's found her before when she happens to be here in the house with both Bigby and Connor, and it may even be the reason she's unconsciously been staying here more and more rather than going back to her own place — even though she has, occasionally, for the necessary change of clothes and whatnot. Right now, though, it just reassures her more to have everyone together in the same space, even if she can't entirely put a finger on the reason why.

She quietly watches Bigby pull Connor in, and without even thinking about it, she reaches out with her free hand to gently cup the younger man's cheek for a few seconds, trying to offer a small, reassuring smile. ]


It'll be over soon. We just... have to wait.
Edited 2024-07-14 14:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notarat 2024-07-14 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It all threatens to feel too ridiculous if he thinks too hard about it, so he doesn't. He treats this like any ordinary situation with the two of them, without a person's flesh on the table or a mystical being's shadow hanging over them.

Which means that Billy lightly rolls his eyes when he hears that reply, but in that sort of way that's not only exasperated, but also fond.

"Seems like I finally found a way to keep you compliant," he adds in a tone that very much matches the mixture of the two emotions. A moment later he leans down, the closed proximity between the two - thanks to Hickey's movement from a moment ago - making it very easy to plant a kiss against the other's lips.

Billy pulls back soon after, very much aware that otherwise this might just end up evolving a little bit too quickly, and he's not going to have sex in the dining room next to a bag of someone's butchered flesh, thank you. He has some standards. Instead he moves to do as Hickey asked - sitting down at the table now he's finished putting all the tableware on there for dinner.
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[personal profile] fidior 2024-07-14 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kate's pain is all-too obvious with each of those wheezed, aching breaths she manages to draw, and it guts him. It isn't fair (a concept that Edward knows lost any true meaning a long time ago, but one his heart still cannot help trying to hold onto in some capacity) — that such an innocent soul could continually know such suffering. ]

I'm sorry— [ he whispers again, his own upset leaking through into his voice. ] Forgive me.

[ The Community Hall. If she'd run from there, perhaps it isn't safe. He won't risk taking Kate back there; he needs to get her somewhere else, somewhere indoors, but his own cabin is quite a ways from here. There are others, many still unoccupied. Whatever is the closest, whatever seems safe.

He looks down to her nodding, adrenaline a staticy current coursing through his mind. But even so, he stays slow, movements careful, not wanting to risk hurting her.
]

All right. I'm going to stand now, and I'll help you up, too. I'll carry you.

[ Gently, he starts to slide her forwards a bit from his lap, enough that he can find footing behind her and will himself upwards. His heart keeps pounding relentlessly, all-too aware of Mikel, who lies mere feet away from him in the snow. The whole time, Edward doesn't let go of Kate, keeping his arms either around hers or under hers, helping to draw her upwards with him. When he has them both up from the ground enough, he'll bend his knees and slide one arm under the crook of her knees, the other securely around her back. He lifts her up, keeping her tucked in close. ]

Are you all right? We'll move now — somewhere indoors, safe.

[ But he'll have to turn to head towards the buildings, and that means... turning her towards Mikel. They'll have to walk past where he lies; there's no other way. ]

Kate. [ Little breathes her name again, soft and quiet, a direct contrast to the loud thuds of his own heart and the awareness of the dead boy just there in the corner of his own vision. ] I want you to close your eyes for me. Can you do that? Close them, and keep them closed until I tell you of safety?
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[personal profile] friendsfordinner 2024-07-15 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Hickey indulges in the kiss, enjoying the taste of Billy on his lips. He knows what this is. This is Billy indulging in a moment of normalcy, a moment of something close to what they could possibly have had. And honestly? Hickey will happily give that attention.

As Billy pulls away to finish setting the table, Hickey goes back to the kitchen. He's got some of the meat already cooked (easier to ignore it's true provenance, that way). But he has something else to make it a bit less obvious. A sort of half-assed sauce, something that might be a gravy if you look at it the wrong way.

"Wish I could treat you better," Hickey sighs. "The lack of food, of vegetation, of all that in this place...it's wearing on me."
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[personal profile] flanerie 2024-07-15 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
If you'd be so accommodating.

[ It takes some skill to make gesturing with an axe at a soon-to-be-ruined corpse look gracious. Not skill acquired wholesomely, but skill nonetheless. ]

Sometimes, I only wish I had anything here worth applying your larcenous talents to. I'd be fascinated to see how you'd rob me.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-15 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
“You never know!” Chloe moves as she’s joking, to secure the corpse’s head between her knees, holding onto the shoulders. “Maybe one of those horrible little dolls is worth millions. Though if you want to know how I'd do it, ask Lalo. I steal from him all the time.”
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[personal profile] wingbound 2024-07-15 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Levi makes a vague noise of acknowledgement as he pulls out a stubborn nail with the back of the hammer, but then pauses for a moment, gears turning in his head.

"Plant babies?" he confirms, as if unsure if he heard that right. What kind of a school was that? Weren't people supposed to learn reading and writing there?
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-15 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
“Yeah. To like, teach you how to raise a baby or whatever.” She shrugs. “I don't think you're supposed to water a baby that much, though.”
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[personal profile] questioningmermaids 2024-07-15 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
A table and a couch? Same guy? Jesus Christ.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-15 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Different days!
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[personal profile] notarat 2024-07-15 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He slowly shakes his head. Truthfully, Billy does seem a little dazed, but at least not intensely enough that it seems like he's got a concussion or anything. It's more likely that he's still a little overwhelmed by the way that entire situation went down.

And he confirms it soon enough by adding: ]


I-- I am alright. [ The stammer is mostly because he's still getting used to someone asking. Someone caring.

Peter truly remains a mystery with all his weird generous kindness that seems to expect nothing in return. ]
I have had worse.

[ Understatement of the century, honestly. ]

Maybe we should go find shelter. I don't think it is safe to be out here right now.

[ That we is intentional though - he doesn't just want to shrug Peter off after the other saved him. He wants to talk to him some more, but.. maybe not out here, when people are so easily agitated and could attack them all over again. ]
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[personal profile] flanerie 2024-07-16 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
It'll be a close cut, but Lestat knows he can make it without lopping either of Chloe's clever hands off. He lines it up, touching the edge of the axe to the dead man's bare throat once, twice, the axe making a slow arc as he maps the motion he'll follow.

"If any of those rustic tchotchkes are worth more than the paint slathered on them, you have my blessing to liberate me of their possession," he murmurs, raising the axe high. "And perhaps - "

The axe thuds hollowly as it bites into the corpse's neck. There's no splatter of fluid, only the sullen gape of a dark wound. He wiggles the axe free and raises it high again, grimacing in distaste at the effort.

" - although I have a few guesses."
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Re: cw: mutilation of a corpse

[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-07-16 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
“I wish my bloody bracelet worked,” Chloe grouses as she watches that first axe swing. “I found this tacky plastic skull with it one time that was worth a small fortune.”

She braces her hands for the second swing. “Do you?”
wingbound: (ugh // what the shit)

[personal profile] wingbound 2024-07-16 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He's still struggling to comprehend the concept.

"Is it... a baby made out of plants? How does that teach you anything about kids?"