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Post by Nathalia on Jan 31, 2011 21:10:15 GMT -5
((The Lowlander gave Rosewood another long, wall-eyed stare, before its face split into a wide, broken grin, crooked teeth showing everywhere through cracked, bleeding gums and lips.
"You arrrre pleeeeccce? Yesh? Gooooood, am a pershooonnnn, yesh."
It nodded, head wound drizzling gore lightly down his face ever since his touch had irritated it.
Allowing the Swan to approach and do what he pleased, the creature gave an odd, rumbling snort that might have covered either a belch or a groan, as thick, red liquid seeped between its teeth.
It rubbed the mess away, glancing down at it and seeming to focus for just a second.
"Jus' gettin' worse..."
It mumbled, sadly, all traces of madness and strain seeping out of its voice as it gave the Coyote another long look.
"Isn't fair...y'know? Isn't fair t'the children...we shouldn't 'ave 'em..."
The liquid seeping out of the creature becomes thicker and more viscous...little blobs of pus visible floating on the top.
Turning its face away from the pair, it shudders, convulses, and coughs violently; the spikes through its body rattle against one another as blood flies out of its mouth.
"Who're you again?"
Out back, something suddenly begins to feel odd for the unlucky pair...making loads of noise...
Both players are going to need to roll a die, or choose a number from 1 to 20, and report it in the next post.
An odd, chilling sensation creeps down their spines and the mist that's been creeping in seems to be overtaking the area.
Are-
Wait...
Are those trees? Surrounding the area?
Where did trees come from around here?))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 31, 2011 23:09:37 GMT -5
This was all very unnerving.
"Try to find a first aide kit, they're bound to have one in this place. And maybe... see if you can find some towels? Just something that can clean up a little," He said to the young canine as he forced himself to finish wrapping the Lowlander's head. It wasn't all that good but it would potentially stop him from poking it again.
There was something very wrong with this poor man. Of course that was stating the obvious, but there seemed to be brief moments of sanity weaved in between waves of illness. And the Lowlander was right about things getting worse. Honestly a miracle would probably be required to fix whatever was going on.
His feathers ruffled in alarm when he noticed the liquid and... oh suits was that...? He swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat and took a step back. He just needed to stay calm, no matter what happened. Coughing up blood and leaking bodily fluids... how was this Lowlander even alive?
"I'm Rosewood, the young man is Arkady, and we're trying to help you because you need the police. You said you were attacked by racists," he said as he tried not to think about the strange fluid that was seeping across the floor. He really hoped he was being paranoid about that feeling at his feet. "We were hoping you could tell us what happened?"
He doubted he could get a straight answer out of the man, but there was a slim chance. Ultimately they could potentially tell him to stay here and wait, since he seemed... meek enough when people weren't trying to attack him. Though he would probably wander away.
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Post by Lucca on Feb 1, 2011 10:21:34 GMT -5
Arkady nodded, the motion a bit erratic as he was trying to keep his panic under control. He turned to go look, tail almost between his legs, and just pushed his way into the first office he could find. Ignoring everything else, he searched the walls for a first aid kit, leaping up to snag it in his teeth and pulling it down with little trouble. He went to softly set it on the desk in the front room behind Rosewood, and was about to go find the towels when the...person...looked right at him and spoke in a voice that was somehow different than his moaning of before. Arkady blinked.
"Which children?" he asked in a trembling voice, and then he saw the liquid that was still seeping out of the poor man and onto the floor. "I'll b-be right back, sir," he stuttered out. "Need to find s-something to help clean you up, all right?" He turned and fled down the corridor again, catching his breath once he was a distance away. Okay. Okay calm down. He tried to imagine his sisters voice, or perhaps the voice of his best friend Castiel, telling him that everything was going to be okay. But this only made a lump form in his throat as he wondered if they were okay and if he'd ever see them again.
Shaking his head, Arkady walked down the hall until he found...there! A public restroom. He should at least be able to find paper towels, right? He pushed his way in, and spent a few minutes to wash the stuff off his face and paws at the sink before shaking dry and looking around for the supply closet in here. There...the door was unlocked, much to the pup's surprise, and he picked his way over mops and cleaning supplies towards the shelf in the back, where he grabbed a roll of paper towels in his jaws and walked back towards the main room to give them to Rosewood and their guest.
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Post by Callypso on Feb 2, 2011 14:10:06 GMT -5
Farran scowled as the gryphon-like Card’s voice dripped sarcasm and frustration. Was she out of her mind?! Why the hell would they write up a police report for a half-dead oozy monster? The Villa was relatively certain that everyone in the Capital was nuts.
Only if you’re volunteering to carry that thing there, be my guest, was the feline’s nasty retort. I was going to put the damn thing out of its misery. It shouldn’t be alive! It hasn’t any legs! You saw its intestines dangling everywhere! You’re a doctor – that has to be a medical miracle. Even so, you can’t say it’s not damned unnatural.
The Diamond resumed picking at his broom and spun it around in his fingers. Well, it had been a good, trusty weapon, though now he supposed he’d be able to use both sides equally since it was more or less a staff now. Not that he was trained to use one. He half wished he’d had a rapier… he had had fencing lessons as part of his education. More still, he wished he hadn’t gone to the city at all.
His body tensed as an odd scent crept into his nostrils and looked over to find the Corvie raising her beak to the air. It was a strange, oily smell – almost like petrol? He opened his mouth to reject the doctor’s suggestion and froze.
An eerie mist was descending along with a deeper darkness. His skin crawled as an icy prickling slipped down his spine. He had the strangest feeling they were being boxed in – but how?
He jerked his head from side to side – what was that noise?! The Villa’s eyes began to bug as he noticed dark, towering forms closing in. Were… were those trees?? But… but they were in the middle of the city! What.. what was going on?!
Farran’s maw began to tremble as fear seized him, his fur standing on end as his head slowly turned toward the Corvie, his paws trembling as he tried to maintain a grip on his broom handle.
D-D-Doctor Zenon??!
((Ooops! Almost forgot... Farran rolled a 6!))
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 2, 2011 18:59:42 GMT -5
(( Outside, the trees seem to be half-formed, like ideas someone had considered and cast aside to float along on the breeze.
If you touch them...they may just fade away.
As Farran looks into them, he can just barely discern something out there among them...or is it just another part of the trees?
It seems to sway a little differently from the trees around it and...is that a tie?
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The Lowlander gave Rosewood another stare, long, and no longer flat and blank.
It seemed to be sizing him up.
"Rosewood? S'....a pretty name. Racists? Wouldn't...surprise me..." The constant pauses make him seem as though his struggle for sense is extremely difficult, perhaps the rot is in his brain? Or maybe it was that blow to the head...
"And...Arkady..." Seeming to miss the Coyote's question, he watched the boy run off and coughed up more mess onto the floor.
"Sorry..." It scrubbed at its side and watched balefully as a slab of flesh over its ribs simply slid off and hit the floor with a thick squelch.
"Oh... What...what happened? Um..Josiggy, loads of 'em, y'know?"
He only just managed to notice the Coyote coming back in, the way he was looking about, it was safe for Rosewood to assume the creature had blurred vision.
"Loads of 'em turned up in the Range, Sorgaire, 'n started...killing...everyone. Oh, thank you." It mumbles, taking the paper towels and painfully making an attempt to lay it around itself.
"They said-....said they'd 'ad enough of us... S'what the leaders said. Load of Lowlanders downtown gettin' everyone out to our Realm...Think I'm...lost."
It gave the doctor a pathetic look.
"Not gonna get there, 'm I?"))~Nathalia |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 2, 2011 21:47:22 GMT -5
Rosewood was growing more concerned with every passing moment. He tried to hide his discomfort with his normal blank expression, but his feathers still sat in an awkward manner. This poor man was heart breaking. "Thank you..." he said after a moment. Not many people had said his name was pretty.
He seemed like a truly nice person beneath all the rot and gore. "Don't apologize," Rosewood said quietly. His eyes widened briefly when a piece of the man hit the floor. Oh suits, that was... that was just plain nasty. He focused on the man's speech, he was actually saying things that made sense.
The swan heard the boy return, though something seemed off about the Lowlander's reaction. At this point the level of "off" was far beyond the scale. He thanked Arkady with the brightest smile he could muster under the circumstances.
Wait... what was going on with the Jossigy? They were killing people? What the hell was going on? Where were the damn police and courts in all of this madness?
The swan's face briefly flashed terror before returning to it's normal control expression. So the Lowlanders were heading downtown? That... well maybe they could get there.
The heartbreaking look actually made the swan droop. Oh hell this was a painful day. "We can try to help you get downtown. I just don't... I'm sorry I can't do anything to help your condition." He frowned, "But we can try to get you to where you need to be to get proper help. I really... don't think the police are coming back anytime soon. However, do you mind telling us your name?"
Rosewood took a moment to actually look at Arkady. The boy had managed to clean himself off and get a good amount of cleaning supplies. "Thank you," he said in a half whimper. At least someone other than him had their head on straight.
(( OOC: For the record, I want to give the Lowlander a big hug. ))
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Post by Callypso on Feb 3, 2011 0:22:11 GMT -5
Splinters frayed from the handle and dug into the feline’s pads as he wrung the broomstick handle between his paws. He tried to look away from the trees that had appeared from nowhere, tried to pull his eyes away to look at the doctor… but he couldn’t. The trees were almost insubstantial, winking in and out of existence, as though the world couldn’t decide whether they should exist or not.
And amongst the trees was a shape.
It swayed to and fro, much like the dreamlike trees, but it had purpose. It had a gait. It. Was. Walking.
It was wearing a fucking tie.
His lower jaw tremulously opened and closed. And opened and closed. Opened and closed. He gawped like a fish stranded on the beach. Words bubbled up his throat and died at the tip of his tongue. Eyes bulging, his pupils constricted until they were pinpoints of darkness swallowed in a sea of blue iris.
After everything that he’d already been through. Lost children, missing people, psychotic Kings, vanishing Court kids, blobs that exploded to leave permanent stains, curses, and rot zombies. Now this.
Beanstalk giants amongst ethereal foliage that exuded fear and the smell of oil.
Great. Just great.
Gripping the wooden handle as though attempting to snap it in half, he took a few trembling steps forward. Everything around him slipped away as he walked – the doctor may as well have not been there for all he couldn’t see or hear her just now. The Villa had tunnel vision and he moved as though possessed.
After he’d walked only a few feet he braced himself. A terrible, feral yowl wrenched itself from deep within his belly and echoed loudly in the misty air. It was a sad, fear-filled, desperate sound of someone who’d seen too much and simply couldn’t take it.
At the end of his long, warbling war cry, Farran flexed his broom arm back and flung the handle like a javelin toward the towering creature.
((Farran rolled an 18! <3))
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Post by Lucca on Feb 3, 2011 10:23:29 GMT -5
Despite the grossness of the creature, despite his fear, despite the horrible, horrible day he'd been having...Arkady felt pity strain his heart for the creature when it thanked him for the towels and tried to fight a losing battle with cleanliness. He seemed to have his head on straighter, now, and it was much easier for Ark to actually think of his as what he kept saying he was: a person. He frowned, ears going back as he sat by Rosewood on the rapidly diminishing portion of clean floor.
"That's awful, Mister," he said sadly, thinking for a moment just how bad it would be to have to live with such horrible rot, and then on top of that to be shunned and attacked for something you couldn't help. He couldn't even conceive of it. The closest he could come would be the prejudice he'd faced growing up as a black Suit in the Court of Hearts, but he knew that was so far off as to barely even be a valid analogy. He nodded to Rosewood. "Yeah, we'll try to help! Do you remember where your friends were meeting?"
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 5, 2011 19:13:01 GMT -5
At this point, Zenon would have a lot to commiserate with Rosewood about, once all of this was said and done. By done, she meant of course that she would have killed Farran and put his poor damaged brain out of its misery.
"Actually, I don't think about killing every medical mystery that comes my way. If it's managed to survive like that, don't you wonder for half a second how that might be?[/b]" Her fur stood on end as she rounded on the Cat, taking a step forward and opening her beak to show off her fangs. "If I did kill everything I came across that should not be alive, I would have slit your damn stupid throat long ago - I still don't know how your brain manages to keep your heart beating while you speak![/b]"
She was so absorbed in her browbeating of the young man that she was, for a moment, oblivious to the changes going on around her. When Farran gasped out her name she looked around, blinked, and sunk low to the ground.
What the hell was this?! She let out a quiet gasp, looking quickly from side to side. If needed, she would fly the hell out of there, with Farran in tow, but it wouldn't do to abandon the others. "Let's... Let's go back inside and find the others, I think we need to get... Get the hell out of -- WHAT THE HELL?![/b]"
While she'd been speaking, the Cat had hefted his broom, like a spear, and hurled it into the trees. At what, she couldn't be sure. She forced her surprise and anger down, jogging to his side and looking out into the fog. "Is there -- is something out there?[/b]"
((Zenon rolled a 19))
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 6, 2011 1:03:02 GMT -5
((The broom handle thrown was practically a deadshot.
It slammed through the half-formed trees and struck something tall, impossibly thin, and formal-looking, dead in the chest.
The creature seems to fold in on itself, still mostly hidden by trees, but giving both the doctor and Farran a clear view of the suit and of impossibly long, thin arms, whipping in to grab the broom and snap it.
The trees seem to become more solid as the mist thickens the thing backs into them, obscuring it from view about 30 feet from them.
The incredibly faint sounds of violins can be heard...
Both begin to feel incredibly claustrophobic as the mist begins to blot other buildings from view and the sensation of being utterly surrounded closes in.
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"Y're welcome/" The Lowlander mumbled, managing to block any excess fluid from flowing too far with the paper towels.
"Name?" He mumbled, glancing back at Arkady and then at the window. "Name's Piers, jus' Piers, an' I should'a been wit'- Damn."
He grunted as something shifted wetly out the back of his mess of a lower half.
"Not too good, y'don't have t', I wouldn't wanna help me none either." He spoke in a near sigh, arms slowly lowering him to the floor as the spikes shoved through him rattled and clicked.
"I didn't...hurt anyone...did I?" He asked, face creasing in worry as one of the spikes actually slid out of his chest and clicked to the floor rolling away toward Rosewood.
Piers watched it go, dejectedly.
"Can y'take 'em a message for me...you think?"
He asked, tilting his head slowly up towards the Swan and trying to smile, the expression coming off more as a grimace.))
~Nathalia
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