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Event Six.
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Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun. | |
Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting.[ in the low light, yusuke certainly looks like a werewolf, with the silhouette of his tail and ears striking an animalistic figure—but dextera quickly realizes that he’s too composed, too graceful, to be one of them, and he’s belatedly surprised to be caught.
like he forgot normal people might come out here, too. ]
…
[ dextera drops the meat with an abrupt, wet thunk, and illuminates the space in front of him with his purification.
that voice is familiar, but who…? when it clicks, he’s quick to spell out a name. ]
Yusuke?
like he forgot normal people might come out here, too. ]
…
[ dextera drops the meat with an abrupt, wet thunk, and illuminates the space in front of him with his purification.
that voice is familiar, but who…? when it clicks, he’s quick to spell out a name. ]
Yusuke?
[Dextera gets another, sudden growl, but it tapers off into a low whine. The ears are still flat, but Damian is watchful until he turns the wolfish head back forward. The light is dimmer, better. A sour comfort.
All of his muscles feel raw and tense against his bones. There's no way for him to be able to push himself into the tree, to disappear into it. He's not afraid of Dextera killing him, hurting him. He hurts already. The muzzle lowers; he doesn't snarl or jerk away even if his eyes watch all of Dextera's movements.
More than anything, he's terrified he's going to hurt Dextera instead.]
All of his muscles feel raw and tense against his bones. There's no way for him to be able to push himself into the tree, to disappear into it. He's not afraid of Dextera killing him, hurting him. He hurts already. The muzzle lowers; he doesn't snarl or jerk away even if his eyes watch all of Dextera's movements.
More than anything, he's terrified he's going to hurt Dextera instead.]
[Oh, bright.
Yusuke lifts a hand briefly, squinting against the light, but his eyes quickly adjust. He presses his thumb to the bottom of the mask and pushes it up so that his features are visible. Sup.]
I apologise if I startled you.
[Stares briefly at the meat on the ground... but looks back at Dextera, apparently unruffled.] Are you all right?
Yusuke lifts a hand briefly, squinting against the light, but his eyes quickly adjust. He presses his thumb to the bottom of the mask and pushes it up so that his features are visible. Sup.]
I apologise if I startled you.
[Stares briefly at the meat on the ground... but looks back at Dextera, apparently unruffled.] Are you all right?
[ I. I disturb my town. ]
[ For the most part, Maya probably doesn't look like anyone who should be fighting. But nonetheless, as soon as the wolves attack in earnest, she's holding her ground and launching a counterattack. Sadly, the Persona she has with her isn't quite equipped with the proper elemental attack, but the waves of ice freezing any advancing wolf? That seems to do the trick well enough, and for the ones that get past that, she's dual-wielding pink pistols, so it might get loud.
If you're an ally? She's calling quickly out to you-- ]
Careful, it's slippery over here!
[ And if you are, unfortunately, a werewolf?
Well. Maya won't be trying to kill you, but she's got a few other tricks up her sleeves, so engage with caution. ]
[ II. the way is clear - two days in ]
[ She can't entirely understand where this knowledge came from, but Maya's choosing to trust it. Because whatever's happening? It doesn't look like it's going to get any better on its own, and she's absolutely terrible at sitting still. She's at least opting to take advantage of the daytime hours to go rummage in the woods, which is where you'll find her. Gun in one hand (just in case), and the other hand poking and prodding all around for something, as she mutters to herself-- ]
Okay... four hours is still a reasonable amount of time not to find anything, positive thinking...
[ III. sleep is for the weak ]
[ The week is nearly over. Which is great, maybe? Except that Maya has pulled perhaps one too many all-nighters and not taken nearly enough naps during the day. That, or something knocked her out, but considering that she's uninjured and just... propped against one of the sides of a house in Ruga, it's probably just that she fell asleep.
Still holding a pink gun, so if you're going to wake her up, please do so cautiously, because she's more than prepared to defend herself when two seconds awake and that might not end well for any parties involved. ]
[ wildcard: Maya is not going to get bitten, but anything else goes! ]
[ For the most part, Maya probably doesn't look like anyone who should be fighting. But nonetheless, as soon as the wolves attack in earnest, she's holding her ground and launching a counterattack. Sadly, the Persona she has with her isn't quite equipped with the proper elemental attack, but the waves of ice freezing any advancing wolf? That seems to do the trick well enough, and for the ones that get past that, she's dual-wielding pink pistols, so it might get loud.
If you're an ally? She's calling quickly out to you-- ]
Careful, it's slippery over here!
[ And if you are, unfortunately, a werewolf?
Well. Maya won't be trying to kill you, but she's got a few other tricks up her sleeves, so engage with caution. ]
[ II. the way is clear - two days in ]
[ She can't entirely understand where this knowledge came from, but Maya's choosing to trust it. Because whatever's happening? It doesn't look like it's going to get any better on its own, and she's absolutely terrible at sitting still. She's at least opting to take advantage of the daytime hours to go rummage in the woods, which is where you'll find her. Gun in one hand (just in case), and the other hand poking and prodding all around for something, as she mutters to herself-- ]
Okay... four hours is still a reasonable amount of time not to find anything, positive thinking...
[ III. sleep is for the weak ]
[ The week is nearly over. Which is great, maybe? Except that Maya has pulled perhaps one too many all-nighters and not taken nearly enough naps during the day. That, or something knocked her out, but considering that she's uninjured and just... propped against one of the sides of a house in Ruga, it's probably just that she fell asleep.
Still holding a pink gun, so if you're going to wake her up, please do so cautiously, because she's more than prepared to defend herself when two seconds awake and that might not end well for any parties involved. ]
[ wildcard: Maya is not going to get bitten, but anything else goes! ]
It’s okay.
[ it’s not okay, really. none of this is okay—the last thing they had to deal with was a cakewalk, compared to werewolves, compared to the threat of death and gore looming over all of them.
but he says it anyway. ]
You’re scared. [ a pause. ] Me too.
[ all the same, he tries to push that reassurance into his body language—that it is okay, somehow, and he’s finally close enough that he could touch damian, if he wanted to. he crouches. ]
[ it’s not okay, really. none of this is okay—the last thing they had to deal with was a cakewalk, compared to werewolves, compared to the threat of death and gore looming over all of them.
but he says it anyway. ]
You’re scared. [ a pause. ] Me too.
[ all the same, he tries to push that reassurance into his body language—that it is okay, somehow, and he’s finally close enough that he could touch damian, if he wanted to. he crouches. ]
[ yeah, that is the holy light of god… it is obnoxiously bright, but dextera can at least try to dim it a little so that he doesn’t blind yusuke.
…where did he get that costume? why did he get that costume? it doesn’t seem like he has any qualms with being recognized, so why the mask? ]
OK. [ he’s been working on his sign language since they last spoke! ] That tail—real?
…where did he get that costume? why did he get that costume? it doesn’t seem like he has any qualms with being recognized, so why the mask? ]
OK. [ he’s been working on his sign language since they last spoke! ] That tail—real?
[Yusuke watches curiously, focused completely on his hands before his gaze darts up quickly to Dextera's face.]
This? Oh, no.
It is simply clipped on here. [He indicates where the tail attaches to his belt after he turns himself a little.] I suppose in the dark, it would be even harder to distinguish if it was real or not... I will have to keep that in mind.
This? Oh, no.
It is simply clipped on here. [He indicates where the tail attaches to his belt after he turns himself a little.] I suppose in the dark, it would be even harder to distinguish if it was real or not... I will have to keep that in mind.
[Over the wave of desire to taste flesh, Dextera's me too is reassuring. The lips of the muzzle peel back slowly, but Damian still doesn't growl. The dropped ears stay until Dextera crouches, and then, as if Damian thinks Dextera "has something," they rise into an alert stand.
He smells the air at the hands, testing the glow; there's nothing but Dextera, a strange and ethereal scent peppered in chicken and--Guren? Damian leans back. In the crackling voice, he says:] ...Shouldn't...
Be here...
He smells the air at the hands, testing the glow; there's nothing but Dextera, a strange and ethereal scent peppered in chicken and--Guren? Damian leans back. In the crackling voice, he says:] ...Shouldn't...
Be here...
[ that’s nearly all dextera spends his time with, anyway—his chickens and guren. it would make sense.
regardless of his scents, though, he tries not to shudder away when damian sniffs him. he’s just testing. just doing what any animal would do, to figure something out. his heartbeat quickens, but he otherwise tries to remain outwardly calm. ]
I’ll help. [ definitive, this time. ] Then I’ll leave.
[ the hard part now is warning him. ]
It will hurt.
regardless of his scents, though, he tries not to shudder away when damian sniffs him. he’s just testing. just doing what any animal would do, to figure something out. his heartbeat quickens, but he otherwise tries to remain outwardly calm. ]
I’ll help. [ definitive, this time. ] Then I’ll leave.
[ the hard part now is warning him. ]
It will hurt.
No, just a regular werewolf.
[Minato tosses that out there immediately, knowing full well by now what Noctis is afraid of; he breathes out a short breath, and then manages a breathless:]
Thanks. They're getting more vicious, I think...
[The wolf seems dazed, slowly standing and shaking its muzzle to and fro.]
[Minato tosses that out there immediately, knowing full well by now what Noctis is afraid of; he breathes out a short breath, and then manages a breathless:]
Thanks. They're getting more vicious, I think...
[The wolf seems dazed, slowly standing and shaking its muzzle to and fro.]
[He processes what Dextera's asking for quickly, at least, nodding quietly to himself.]
I'm okay. No injuries or anything.
[A slow breath in (he's trying to calm himself from the adrenaline of this week) and:]
Are you okay?
[It's a different question from "Are you injured", that's for sure.]
I'm okay. No injuries or anything.
[A slow breath in (he's trying to calm himself from the adrenaline of this week) and:]
Are you okay?
[It's a different question from "Are you injured", that's for sure.]
That's a hell of a set of ears you've got on you, your majesty.
[Greed is unchanged for the moment, though with his shark teeth and purple eyes, he isn't exactly a baseline for normal. But he's got his shield up from his neck down, black carbon covering his torso and arms and hands, because he's not taking any chances.
Still. He hasn't a heartbeat, but even if he had, he's as casual and calm as he appears. Ruga's alleyways are narrow, but he isn't afraid. If she tries and attacks, he figures, he easily outclasses a teenage girl.]
Looking to bite somebody? No judgement, just asking.
[Greed is unchanged for the moment, though with his shark teeth and purple eyes, he isn't exactly a baseline for normal. But he's got his shield up from his neck down, black carbon covering his torso and arms and hands, because he's not taking any chances.
Still. He hasn't a heartbeat, but even if he had, he's as casual and calm as he appears. Ruga's alleyways are narrow, but he isn't afraid. If she tries and attacks, he figures, he easily outclasses a teenage girl.]
Looking to bite somebody? No judgement, just asking.
[The shriek of the dying beast is enough to break Roxas from his own thoughts as he'd been running around to see if anyone needed help. Nyx at least won't find himself the only one bitten, though the blond hasn't thought of even tending to his own wound. A Cure spell had done enough to keep it from bleeding freely.]
H-Hey! [Might not be a Glaive, but he crouches down beside the man with a worried expression.] Do you need healing?
H-Hey! [Might not be a Glaive, but he crouches down beside the man with a worried expression.] Do you need healing?
Dextera.
[It's probably the only time Guren has bothered to knock, but here he is, knocking insistently and waiting for the door.] It's just me. I haven't been bitten, so let me in.
[He wants to see how he's doing!!]
[It's probably the only time Guren has bothered to knock, but here he is, knocking insistently and waiting for the door.] It's just me. I haven't been bitten, so let me in.
[He wants to see how he's doing!!]
...
[He can't believe this. And yet he can? There's a Twilight joke in here somewhere, but all Guren can do is stare at the bloodied mess that Crowley is still wiping off. It's just spreading it onto his hands, honestly. Guren isn't sure how well Crowley can manage to resist whatever urges come with being a werewolf, but he's on edge all the same, ready to run, if he has to.
Of course, he's still going to stand here looking exasperated.]
I can't believe you let yourself get bit.
[He can't believe this. And yet he can? There's a Twilight joke in here somewhere, but all Guren can do is stare at the bloodied mess that Crowley is still wiping off. It's just spreading it onto his hands, honestly. Guren isn't sure how well Crowley can manage to resist whatever urges come with being a werewolf, but he's on edge all the same, ready to run, if he has to.
Of course, he's still going to stand here looking exasperated.]
I can't believe you let yourself get bit.
Where do you think you're going to go, in your condition?
[Guren is fast to answer, serious and calm, hand on his hip near his sword, casually.] Running away could be just as dangerous. If you lose control, you could attack someone. If you don't, you could still be attacked.
Pointing something at the other werewolves might at least give you something of a chance.
[Guren is fast to answer, serious and calm, hand on his hip near his sword, casually.] Running away could be just as dangerous. If you lose control, you could attack someone. If you don't, you could still be attacked.
Pointing something at the other werewolves might at least give you something of a chance.
I didn't see, but I'll bet they're coming from the forest.
[She should just pick him up and run for it. She can already imagine the screaming but she could explain on the way.]
Where do you-- [--live? but then there's a growl and she cuts herself off and looks towards where the sound is coming from. From between some of the nearby buildings werewolves are coming out, prowling with their teeth bared. Werewolves, plural. They could still run, she knows this. But if they leave and someone else gets hurt by the werewolves then--] Get behind me and stay close.
[She throws a hand out and knock two against the side of a building with a sickening crack. Her Limiter wasn't released but it didn't need to be if it were just this much.
Probably she should have checked more carefully because that sure is another werewolf on the roof near them...]
[She should just pick him up and run for it. She can already imagine the screaming but she could explain on the way.]
Where do you-- [--live? but then there's a growl and she cuts herself off and looks towards where the sound is coming from. From between some of the nearby buildings werewolves are coming out, prowling with their teeth bared. Werewolves, plural. They could still run, she knows this. But if they leave and someone else gets hurt by the werewolves then--] Get behind me and stay close.
[She throws a hand out and knock two against the side of a building with a sickening crack. Her Limiter wasn't released but it didn't need to be if it were just this much.
Probably she should have checked more carefully because that sure is another werewolf on the roof near them...]
[She wouldn't blame him, to be honest, she wouldn't have blamed if even if he ran. She knew exactly how dangerous she was, better than anyone else.
Her teeth were grit and she backs away from him.]
Stay away.
Her teeth were grit and she backs away from him.]
Stay away.
[A]
[On the second night when the town is being overrun with werewolves Sora is doing his best to fight and protect both the town and the people who live in it. The creatures are savage and they are strong and Sora has never fought anything quite like them before. But he’s not afraid! He’s fought three-headed dogs before! So, this should be a piece of cake, right?]
Raaaghh!!
[Maybe not. It’s quick and it’s sudden but the wolf that he’s currently fighting off takes a good chomp out of his arm. Sora screams in pain as blood splatters. He’s quick to use a Firaga spell to get it off of him in a swirl of burning flames. That seems to make the werewolf back off for now... It lingers nearby as it watches Sora with leery eyes. Sora clamps his hand over his wounded arm, his keyblade grasped in his other hand.
He could probably use an assist!]
[B: please note if you would like to get bitten!]
[The following night has Sora go through some odd changes. While he got his bitten arm bandaged and/or dealt with it seems that wasn’t all he had in store. When the full moon rises Sora finds himself in pain as his body changes and he raises his gaze up to the moon with deep red eyes.
His ears morph and change to sit at the top of his head. Two brown pointed ears that can hear anything move or twitch nearby. Maybe even heartbeats if he listens carefully! Fangs grow from his canine teeth and his hands change to claws. The transformation hurts but as soon as it is done Sora is on the prowl.
If he runs into you and he knows you Sora will hesitate in attacking at first. Maybe even sniff the air and come closer with a curious tilt of his head. But if he doesn’t know you he’s quick to crouch in a way that might look like he’s ready to pounce and take a good chunk out of your arm. You probably look tasty.]
[C]
[Sora will meet other werewolves with a puppy-like bark or a howl. If hunting in a pack is the name of the game you can count on Sora to join in. He will follow any other wolves he finds and even try and wrestle and play with them should they let him.
Who said all werewolves had to be murderous all the time? Just watch those ears of yours, he might try to bite them.]
[D: wildcard me!]
[On the second night when the town is being overrun with werewolves Sora is doing his best to fight and protect both the town and the people who live in it. The creatures are savage and they are strong and Sora has never fought anything quite like them before. But he’s not afraid! He’s fought three-headed dogs before! So, this should be a piece of cake, right?]
Raaaghh!!
[Maybe not. It’s quick and it’s sudden but the wolf that he’s currently fighting off takes a good chomp out of his arm. Sora screams in pain as blood splatters. He’s quick to use a Firaga spell to get it off of him in a swirl of burning flames. That seems to make the werewolf back off for now... It lingers nearby as it watches Sora with leery eyes. Sora clamps his hand over his wounded arm, his keyblade grasped in his other hand.
He could probably use an assist!]
[B: please note if you would like to get bitten!]
[The following night has Sora go through some odd changes. While he got his bitten arm bandaged and/or dealt with it seems that wasn’t all he had in store. When the full moon rises Sora finds himself in pain as his body changes and he raises his gaze up to the moon with deep red eyes.
His ears morph and change to sit at the top of his head. Two brown pointed ears that can hear anything move or twitch nearby. Maybe even heartbeats if he listens carefully! Fangs grow from his canine teeth and his hands change to claws. The transformation hurts but as soon as it is done Sora is on the prowl.
If he runs into you and he knows you Sora will hesitate in attacking at first. Maybe even sniff the air and come closer with a curious tilt of his head. But if he doesn’t know you he’s quick to crouch in a way that might look like he’s ready to pounce and take a good chunk out of your arm. You probably look tasty.]
[C]
[Sora will meet other werewolves with a puppy-like bark or a howl. If hunting in a pack is the name of the game you can count on Sora to join in. He will follow any other wolves he finds and even try and wrestle and play with them should they let him.
Who said all werewolves had to be murderous all the time? Just watch those ears of yours, he might try to bite them.]
[D: wildcard me!]
Edited 2018-06-18 00:51 (UTC)
[She reacts a second too late (and she could almost hear Minamoto's scolding, trying to use your powers or conduct missions while you're not well rested is like a normal person trying to operate heavy machinery under the same conditions. Just because your powers are a part of yourself doesn't mean you can neglect this.) and thankfully he put up the shield because it bought her those precious seconds to get a good hold on the tree and hold it back and it stops right against the shield.
She breathes a sigh of relief. But the she turns to him.]
I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen! I promise it won't happen again!
She breathes a sigh of relief. But the she turns to him.]
I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen! I promise it won't happen again!
I'm not leaving your side.
[ He's hurt. She can tell as much, even if he he doesn't want to show it. Aqua doesn't want to leave anyone behind, especially when they're not in top form. She can't heal his wounds, but... she can keep an eye on him. ]
[ He's hurt. She can tell as much, even if he he doesn't want to show it. Aqua doesn't want to leave anyone behind, especially when they're not in top form. She can't heal his wounds, but... she can keep an eye on him. ]
Edited 2018-06-18 01:12 (UTC)
[ She nods, and she's still on edge, so the keyblade stays in her hand. ]
Unbitten as well, thankfully.
Unbitten as well, thankfully.
[It turns out in space, among strange aliens, vaguely glowing is like camouflage. A surprising amount of things are just plain luminescent. Keith takes a moment to look the other man over, best he can through the dim lighting, nodding his acknowledgment to what the other says.
Everything feels entirely unsettled, a calm before a storm that Keith isn't sure any of them want to see -- but that they'll have to weather, regardless.]
So far anyway...
[Keith agrees. He reaches a hand up to engage his mask, which materializes out of nowhere, leaving his face covered, eyes that glow with the same violet light of the patches on his suit scanning the tree line.]
There's at least half a dozen of them right in this area. I can pick up at least that many readings... they're big.
[And not exactly friendly looking.]
Everything feels entirely unsettled, a calm before a storm that Keith isn't sure any of them want to see -- but that they'll have to weather, regardless.]
So far anyway...
[Keith agrees. He reaches a hand up to engage his mask, which materializes out of nowhere, leaving his face covered, eyes that glow with the same violet light of the patches on his suit scanning the tree line.]
There's at least half a dozen of them right in this area. I can pick up at least that many readings... they're big.
[And not exactly friendly looking.]
[Stress baking sounds right. Keith barely registers that Hunk's voice is coming from there instead of his bedroom. He's too busy staring at his hands which are decidedly not human right now. Why. What.
But Hunk appears in his doorway and Keith turns a wide-eyed look up at him, the newly acquired ears atop his head twitching in agitation.]
Something... is wrong.
[For the record.]
But Hunk appears in his doorway and Keith turns a wide-eyed look up at him, the newly acquired ears atop his head twitching in agitation.]
Something... is wrong.
[For the record.]
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