Event Fourteen.

[awashmods]

Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.

t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out. There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see. But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out. Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over. Welcome to Awash's fourteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs for this event, but please keep in mind the lack of laptop function during this event when it comes to forum posts! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

Comments

[hypertoxic]

Messes, [ she amends, but without malice, sitting up a little. ] You are welcome. In a way, you kind of helped me out, too! I am trying to get a little better at this whole "helping people without an agenda" thing. That was pretty good practice.

[deathscyther]

[He'd rather think of the whole situation as one big long mess. That started the second he woke up in the well and haven't ended yet.]

Had problems with that before? That why you don't want me to pay you back for it?

[hypertoxic]

[ She's quiet for just a breath, but in that space she gives him a smile that's actually a little sad. ]

Sure. Something like that.

[deathscyther]

[He gets it. He's been there more times than he cares to recall. Sometimes it's easier to do the wrong thing if it means surviving just a few more days.

If she doesn't want to talk about it, he's the absolute last person to pressure her for more.

He nods in understanding and lets silence fall over them, the crackling of the fire being the only sound.]

... you don't have to stick around with me. Might be other unlucky idiots who need saving out there.

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska lets the silence fall.

You are not the only killer around here.

There's no taking that back, little though he'd had much of a chance to comment on it. But she has the feeling he won't have forgotten what she said, and she wonders. She wonders what kind of human he must be, to have the least chance of understanding the kind of life a troll comes from.

She knows an opportunity when it's given to her with a great big pretty bow, but even so she hesitates for a moment. ]

... this place is huge. I may not be able to find you again, you know.

[ if he needs help. ]

[deathscyther]

[The simple answer would be "a survivor".

Maybe someday he'll tell her more.]

Heh. I know. I have a better idea of what we're up against now, though.

[Find corners, find darkness. Play their game until its over.]

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska sighs out, and after a moment stands. ]

... just be careful out there, alright?

[ It sounds like she cares, and as she moves towards the door she considers softening it, making some quip, but she looks back at him, and... ]

I will see you soon.

[ unless he stops her, she'll take her leave. ]