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Entry tags:
- ! event,
- #npc: spirits,
- anastasia leonheart,
- koishi komeiji,
- mayu nozaki,
- theodore satchel,
- ★ alp,
- ★ bei dou,
- ★ david haller,
- ★ grimmjow jaegerjaquez,
- ★ hikari yagami,
- ★ irvine kinneas,
- ★ levi ackerman,
- ★ levy mcgarden,
- ★ lucy heartfilila,
- ★ luke triton,
- ★ masayuki hori,
- ★ minako aino/sailor venus,
- ★ nanoha takamachi,
- ★ natsu dragneel,
- ★ olivia moore,
- ★ petra ral,
- ★ satsuki kiryuin,
- ★ sayla,
- ★ spirit albarn,
- ★ suigintou,
- ★ sun wukong,
- ★ weiss schnee,
- ★ wendy marvell,
- ★ yosuke hanamura,
- ★ yukiko amagi,
- ★ yuna,
- ★ yuu kashima,
- ★ zeref,
- ★ zuko
OPEN LOG; EVERGLADE, GENESSIA - do not reply until you read the ooc post
The first sign that something was going on that day hadn't been at the crack. It hadn't even been in Genessia, as a matter of fact. The first sign had been a sound not unlike a window shuddering in a heavy storm. It perforated the atmosphere within Everglade first.
Only a few moments later, Fayren would hear the same shudder echo through its forests, forcing birds to flee the cover of the trees. In the populated areas of the kingdom itself, it would be much quieter, as if it were miles away.
Then it would return to Genessia. The crack in the sky was rapidly saturated, thousands more than before forcing their whole shapeless bodies against the barrier. Some of the strange aurora-tinted color seems to press into their ranks, a few of the strange creatures being forced back, but quickly being replaced by another of its kind.
And a sickening crack could be heard in all archways near and far, but it was loudest in Everglade, where a new crack had formed. Two humongous cracks appeared in Everglade's barrier like a sinister grin as if it were laughing at the town just above the clocktower. The two cracks took only a couple of seconds more before the strange monstrous creatures burst small holes into that crack, not big enough to fit their bodies through at once.
The leaked through, dripping like poison from an apple out of that sneering mouth in the sky until the first of these creatures fell to the ground. The eager, hungry soul from before, whose abyss of a stomach had been shared with the whole of Genessia when he'd opened his misshapen jaw the first time a few days ago now looked from side to side in the streets of Everglade.
The first face he saw was that of an NPC, and he only saw it for a moment before launching himself at the man and pinning him to the ground. Some would recognize him as the grizzled owner of The Rabbit's Foot. A loud scream was put out from the man as the creature opened its jaw wide, but did not eat him. Nothing seemed to happen when his jaw was opened, as a matter of fact.
The creature closed its mouth slowly before standing upright on what seemed to be a two-legged form, though if it had arms they didn't take shape. It made a gesture as if it were cracking its neck as the man escaped quickly, locking the door to his shop behind him.
More of the creatures were piling into Everglade slowly but surely, but this one in particular caught sight of a local werewolf, someone with a pendant, a soul, and repeated his mauling, but this time- this time something happened. This time a strange, glowing mist seemed to pull out of the Everglade resident's body, a faint glimmer of aurora with it, and in a short time this person stopped screaming. They were still alive, but it didn't seem like there was anything... inside, really.
A hissing, victorious laughter left the creature and he moved on, heading toward Genessia's gate along with his oversized mouth pulled up into an eerie grin that reflected the crack in the sky. Those that had made it in through Everglade's crack followed suit.
They had to let the rest of their friends in through Genessia; it was only the polite thing to do.
{{ READ THE OOC POST FOR IMPORTANT DETAILS ON THIS EVENT! }}
Only a few moments later, Fayren would hear the same shudder echo through its forests, forcing birds to flee the cover of the trees. In the populated areas of the kingdom itself, it would be much quieter, as if it were miles away.
Then it would return to Genessia. The crack in the sky was rapidly saturated, thousands more than before forcing their whole shapeless bodies against the barrier. Some of the strange aurora-tinted color seems to press into their ranks, a few of the strange creatures being forced back, but quickly being replaced by another of its kind.
And a sickening crack could be heard in all archways near and far, but it was loudest in Everglade, where a new crack had formed. Two humongous cracks appeared in Everglade's barrier like a sinister grin as if it were laughing at the town just above the clocktower. The two cracks took only a couple of seconds more before the strange monstrous creatures burst small holes into that crack, not big enough to fit their bodies through at once.
The leaked through, dripping like poison from an apple out of that sneering mouth in the sky until the first of these creatures fell to the ground. The eager, hungry soul from before, whose abyss of a stomach had been shared with the whole of Genessia when he'd opened his misshapen jaw the first time a few days ago now looked from side to side in the streets of Everglade.
The first face he saw was that of an NPC, and he only saw it for a moment before launching himself at the man and pinning him to the ground. Some would recognize him as the grizzled owner of The Rabbit's Foot. A loud scream was put out from the man as the creature opened its jaw wide, but did not eat him. Nothing seemed to happen when his jaw was opened, as a matter of fact.
The creature closed its mouth slowly before standing upright on what seemed to be a two-legged form, though if it had arms they didn't take shape. It made a gesture as if it were cracking its neck as the man escaped quickly, locking the door to his shop behind him.
More of the creatures were piling into Everglade slowly but surely, but this one in particular caught sight of a local werewolf, someone with a pendant, a soul, and repeated his mauling, but this time- this time something happened. This time a strange, glowing mist seemed to pull out of the Everglade resident's body, a faint glimmer of aurora with it, and in a short time this person stopped screaming. They were still alive, but it didn't seem like there was anything... inside, really.
A hissing, victorious laughter left the creature and he moved on, heading toward Genessia's gate along with his oversized mouth pulled up into an eerie grin that reflected the crack in the sky. Those that had made it in through Everglade's crack followed suit.
They had to let the rest of their friends in through Genessia; it was only the polite thing to do.
{{ READ THE OOC POST FOR IMPORTANT DETAILS ON THIS EVENT! }}
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Kashima is in danger. Kashima's been hurt and she'll be eaten now and she was right the whole time and it will be all his fault if he doesn't do something!
He never wanted anyone to get hurt.
He doesn't realize what he's doing, but one second he's on the ground, and the next he's grasping onto the limb, trying to pry it off, even as it turns out futile.]
Let go of my friend!!!
[He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, ignoring the other spirits around him. He falls back once the spirit appears to be done, and can't quite understand why Kashima looks so...calm and okay about everything.]
What...what happened?
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Oh. His lip is bleeding. That's supposed to...if thinking made a sound, Mikoshiba could hear the gears turning in her head. Her friend--Mikoshiba is her friend, right? He's her friend, that she's absolutely certain of--is bleeding. She really ought to feel something about that. Really, though, all she feels is a great whole lot of nothing. While that's confusing...
Kashima fishes through her pocket to produce a handkerchief, and hands it to him.]
It went away.
[She's even offering him a hand. Strangely, though, the hand she offers belongs to the arm with the scratch, and really shouldn't she have some sort of opinion on the whole thing? Kashima was at least 87% sure she'd been terrified just a few moments ago, heart racing and hands shaking and sure she'd be eaten alive.
Now she's just calmly offering her friend a hand.
Mikoshiba. He's her friend, right? You offer your friends a hand when they fall down, so they can get back up. Right? That's the right thing to do, she's sure of it. She doesn't remember any of these sorts of actions taking so much thought before...]
Let's go, while we can. If everyone else is still here, they'll catch up.
[The words sound hollow out loud. That doesn't sound right, does it? Wouldn't she want to find the 'everyone else'? Everyone else means her friends--they're her friends too, right? And that means she ought to want to find them, which means she shouldn't be thinking of leaving them behind.
The teen blinks several times, hand still outstretched to help him up.
She shouldn't think so hard.] Well? Come on, Mikoshiba.
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Kashima was always managing to be better than him without even trying... Everyone was always saving him. The thought is a depressing one, and he looks down, feeling more gloomy than before. It's all his fault. He doesn't even deserve Kashima's help, after what had nearly happened.
Is that why Kashima is acting this way? Is she mad at him? Tears threaten to spill, but before long they are anyway.]
But what about the others? They could still be--
[He's crying too much to speak coherently now, so he doesn't even bother. He recalls hearing that if someone experiences something a big enough shock, they'll start to act strangely, or mechanically, in order to cope with whatever it was. Maybe that's what Kashima was doing now? Her words sounded fake to him, and it would explain why. He just feels worse thinking that.]
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[He really does seem very upset. Should she be upset? Maybe she's missing something, a piece of the puzzle, that would make this all make sense. He's crying awfully hard now. There's tears and blood and snot and everything.
Friends care when their friends are upset. Why doesn't she feel anything but confused?
Kashima crouches beside him, leaning closer so her face is near his. Her expression remains blank. Perplexed.]
Don't cry. Are you hurt somewhere else than here?
[One thin finger touches just above his lip, where his nervous biting has drawn blood, and she blinks. Her other hand takes the handkerchief from him.
Friends fix these problems. Mikoshiba is her friend. She is definitely sure of that. So she should fix it. Right? That seems right.
The handkerchief is pressed against his lip, and she blinks again. Is he still crying? Maybe she should be upset too.
But why?]
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He's putting them both in danger but he can't seem to move. This was all his fault. Kashima was acting weird because of him. She'd never forgive him.
He winces a little, too shaken to move but too embarrassed to speak. It stung a little, but he isn't hurt. He's more worried about her arm. He tries to speak, but he ends up clinging to her instead in a rib-crushing hug.]
I'm sorry Kashima! Please don't hate me...
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[Mikoshiba Mikoto is her friend. He is definitely her friend--she's absolutely positive of that.
He's hugging her. She should hug back. Right? Her uninjured arm loops around him, then the injured one, and as he's hugging so tightly obviously that means she needs to hug tightly too. So she does. His squeezing is hurting her side. Is she angry? Maybe she should be angry.
No. He's still crying. Being angry takes effort. Even this hugging takes effort. Half an hour ago though, she liked any sort of touch. Right? Maybe not. Now she isn't sure.
She extricate herself from his grip and sides away, popping back to her feet. Once again she offers a free hand. To her friend.
Because friends do that. Right?
Definitely.
This is taking a lot of thinking.] Okay. It really is going to be okay. Let's get going, now. Come on.
[She feels impatient. Or rather she thinks she's feeling impatient. The offered hand grabs his to help pull him to his feet, less gently than she would normally.] Come on.
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Okay...
[Right, he doesn't want to make things worse. He notices the strength behind her action, but doesn't question it. They need to hurry. He does, however, reach for his sword, and he's already walking ahead, in order to handle the majority of the danger, in case Kashima is more hurt than she lets on.]
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Now he seems scared. Is he scared? Maybe he isn't. Wasn't she scared a few minutes ago? And he's going awfully fast--they're almost running. Away from the little corner. Running away--that definitely means scared. People don't run away unless they're scared. That must mean he's scared. And if he's scared, she should be too. Right?
So why isn't she? ]
Mikoshiba.
[Kashima stops, the sudden stillness tugging him as well. When he turns--if he does--he'll be met with a very perplexed face. Not her usual expression of confusion. Something different. More lost.
The weird creature tried to eat her and then changed its mind, and she has a big cut on her arm but that isn't really the problem. It's everything else.
Kashima can understand that she feels a bit out of sorts; what she can't grasp is why she doesn't really care.
Maybe she's imagining it. She could just be imagining it, thinking that something isn't right when really everything is. Nothing is bleeding or hurting or falling off--she's fine. Really. She is. And if she weren't fine then Mikoshiba would say something. Friends do that. And Mikoshiba is her friend. She's sure of it.
Instead of voicing her concern, she blinks at him, scratching her head.]
Where are we going to meet everyone?
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Somewhere safe...
[He starts to bite his lip, wincing when he does. It's not the ideal time to check his phone and find out what would be "safe" right now, but they do need to figure out where to meet up.]
Let's find shelter, and then figure it out.
I am sorry these tags are so long/rambly
Shouldn't she be upset? Mikoshiba still looks upset. He sounds upset. And sure, she knows she's hardly ever as upset as Mikoshiba is, but that doesn't mean that she shouldn't be.
He's taken her arm again, tugging. And if she could feel much of anything she would feel relief that he's taken over because figuring anything out now seems incomprehensibly overwhelming.
Something isn't right. She can feel it, deep in her gut, an empty inky blackness--the absence of something, a void. But Mikoshiba hasn't said anything. And he's her friend. She's thought about this quite a bit over the last few moments and he hasn't said anything, so she must be right. And friends would say if something was wrong. So her feeling must be wrong. That has to be it, simply. The feeling, or lack of feeling--all of that is in her head. Nothing is wrong or out or sorts or anything. She's just fine. Everything is fine.
The first alley she notices she tugs him into. Her heart is racing, her breath coming in rapid gasps, the slightest sheen of sweat on her forehead. Every indicator of fear, except she doesn't feel afraid.
Now she's sure she should be afraid. She's positive of it. Absolutely positive. She grabs Mikoshiba's wrist, tight, brows furrowed.]
Something isn't right. I think something isn't right, Mikoshiba. Is it just in my head? Nothing's falling off or bleeding--it all looks fine. Everything looks fine.
[Kashima releases his arm and looks at her hands. They're shaking. Her heart continues to thump feverishly against her chest, and she struggles to slow her breathing. Nothing makes sense. Mikoshiba is looking at her as if she's lost her mind, and maybe she has--it's in her head, because everything else is doing exactly what it should be. Her nervous system seems to understand the entire 'fear' process just fine.
That has to mean something is wrong. Unless she's wrong, which means nothing is wrong.
Her head is starting to hurt.]
I think I'm scared, Mikoshiba, but I don't feel anything.
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He tries not to let his voice waver too much, but that's its own challenge.]
I think you're just in shock... You'll probably feel more later once we're safe. [If they're safe. He has to look around, paranoid, because he doesn't trust Kashima to be aware of her surroundings in this state.]
A-and it's just us so it's probably even harder so. Don't worry too much about it? I'm sure it will be different once we meet up with everyone else.
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And her heart--she's sure it could beat itself right out of her chest. Her hands--she can still feel that they're shaking, almost violently, as she keeps her fingers wrapped around his wrist. Her breathing is fast and erratic. Every single part of her is acting afraid, except her head. Her head, which can't seem to get the idea of "fear" straight.]
No. No, I'm--I'm sure that isn't right. That...doesn't seem right. I'm sure it's not right.
[She wants to feel something. She'd willingly accept fear as how she's feeling, if it could mean feeling an emotion. Or joy, or anger, or pure blind-hot rage--she didn't care what, so long as she could feel it.
Is she crying?
One hand touches her face. No, definitely not, but she can feel the pricking of tears at the back of her eyes and it frustrates her. Or rather, it would, if she could feel frustration.]
Where is everyone, Mikoshiba? What are we supposed to do?
[The blue haired prince leaned closer to him, brows furrowed. Every fiber of her being played the part of a distressed princess, except for the part in which she had no inclination towards the feeling itself.] What do we do now?
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He didn't figure that having someone rely on him would feel this horrible.
He grabs one of her hands, pulling her back and looking over her shoulder. Part of it is to reassure himself that she's really here, regardless of what's happening.]
We need to try to contact them. Do you have your phone?
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Who should we call?
[A pause, a serious expression crossing her features.] Maybe Hori-senpai will know what to do.
[More telling than every other behavior thus far is the absence of her usual cheerful way of referring to Hori, the absence of her terms of endearment for her senior. Kashima leans against the wall behind her, blinking.]
You talk with Hori-senpai, Mikoshiba. [The phone is handed to him, already dialing.]
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He just hoped they managed to evacuate and no call for him was a good thing and he'd meet them in the evacuating places.
Well, he never actually got reunited with the others, but he hadn't gotten any good chances to call them either, as he was helping out with whatever he could in the whole evacuation situation.
As Hori was finally able to relax for a bit, his phone rang. It was Kashima.]
Kashima? Did you and the others manage to get out alright?
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If Kashima was avoiding talking to Hori, something was even more wrong than he thought.
Sorry Hori-senpai, instead of Kashima, you'll get a panicked Mikoshiba. He's close to tears again now that someone more reliable is...sort of around.]
Hori-- Hori-senpai, we got surrounded and something happened to Kashima and something's wrong and I don't know what!!!
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Mikoshiba, tell Hori-senpai where we are. He's going to know what to do.
[Her tone remains, as it has since her encounter with the spirit, entirely monotone. Flat. Even still, she's sure--really, she is. In fact, she's not just sure but completely positive--that one's supportive of their friends when they are upset.
And Mikoshiba is definitely upset. Why is this so confusing?] You don't have to cry.
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Mikoshiba, calm down. Tell me where you are and I'll come there. We'll figure it out.
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O-of course-- [No, he doesn't know how to acknowledge Kashima's comment about crying.
He's not happy, but Hori-senpai's confidence helps him a little. At least nothing seems wrong with Hori, and he knows he can depend on him.
He wouldn't have to if he wasn't such an idiot.]
We're in Genessia at [Insert directions here.]
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She really should care that Mikoshiba is upset. Friends definitely do that. And she's positive that she's his friend. So it's only logical that she should be more upset herself about how upset he is.
But the fact is that she isn't. She's not upset or panicked or frustrated or anything. She's just tired, and all of this should-could-would is giving her a headache.
They're waiting for Hori anyway, so she settles on the ground, legs folded neatly beneath her. From here she peers up at the redhead-who-definitely-is-her-friend and blinks.]
Now we'll just wait. Hori-senpai will know what to do.
[Though there's no uncertain flicker of panic associated with the idea, she can't help but add he has to on the end of the statement]
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We should hide somewhere safer while we wait.
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[Maybe she ought to be angry for his suggestion. Even if it's not really a good one. After all, the alley is narrow and dark--they're barely visible here to one another.
Kashima sighs. A silly suggestion like moving from the hiding place they've told someone to meet them at is definitely a bad idea and worthy of roiling frustration.
Nothing happens.]
If you want to hide more, go by yourself.
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[There's an edge to his voice. One that's normally reserved for Nozaki and increases in irritability fast. But he's tired, so instead, his anger stews, just under the surface. He's frustrated. Frustrated with himself, and that Kashima won't show emotion. He ends up hitting his head against the wall.]
I'm not leaving you alone.
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Then let's just wait--
[The fact that Kashima had been drained has thus far been enough to keep the spirits at bay for some time. Now, though, Mikoshiba's increasing frustration is attracting them again. The thunk in the wall was enough to draw them their way.
One is at the other end of the alley and behind him and Kashima is watching it get closer and she's definitely supposed to be afraid but she's not, all she is is ready to fight it. The knife she'd grabbed wasn't much but it would have to do.]
Mikoshiba. Come this way quietly. One of those things is just down the alley behind you.
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How can you pretend to be so calm?! You're supposed to be angry at me, or something! Don't just say insulting things and then act like you didn't say them!!! If you're mad, I'd rather you say it to my face! You're my friend, Kashima, that's what you're supposed to do!
[He's tense, and he doesn't notice Kashima has gone quiet until he notices she's not looking directly at him--somewhere behind him. He goes still, but he's frozen with fear. That's it. They're cornered. They should have hid, but it was his fault they were trapped to begin with.]
Kashima...what is it?
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