hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

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Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

Who: Everyone!
What: The Silent Hill event
Where: Throughout the city
When: June 15th-20th
Warnings: Silent Hill comes to Hadriel, and with it, a few personalized monsters

On the morning of June 15th, a thick fog rolls into Hadriel. There's nothing quite terrifying about it yet, but it manages to drain the city of color, forcing a grey backdrop onto everything behind it. Feel free to go try to check it out if you want, just be careful, because it won't be too long until the sirens start blaring.

There's not exactly a reasonable explanation for where the sound is coming from: Hadriel doesn't have a speaker system, or any warning sirens in place for when something horrible happens. But you'd better find cover quickly, because shortly after the sirens start wailing, the city begins to change. Walls and furniture start to peel, revealing a bloody, hellish version of the city that you once knew. In addition, the monsters from the bestiary will roam the city, as well as a few other monsters that might hit a little closer to home.

Some characters may run into monsters which embody their own sins or insecurities. Some characters may be pursued by their friends' hellish mirrors. One thing is clear: you don't want any of these things catching you. Luckily, it isn't long before Hope makes a post, declaring the god temples as safe zones from all the creatures that are now loose upon the city.

The sirens will fade within a few hours, and the city will fall back to normal, the monsters will retreat back into the fog as if they were never there, and everything seems to be fine again, as if that terrifying experience was just some kind of twisted dream. You can tell yourself that, if you like... but that won't help much the next time the sirens start again.

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Perhaps ill-advisedly, Rey has not been one to seek safety under the roofs of the temples. Not because Sharon had said so, but because she knows the influence those places have on her emotions. It was bad enough when Rage had forced them to try and kill each other, or when Delight had turned the whole city into Shiny Happy People with her damned fireflies... Or every other time the gods have decided to fuck with them, really. It seems about time that one of them has decided to fuck right back.

Also against her better judgment is the fact that Rey is not one to hide. When dealing with danger, she would rather face it head on. Look it in the eye rather than turning her back to it. That includes not finding a dark hole to climb into and hope for the darkness to pass. It isn't her style, anyway.

The darkness has passed for now, though. Rey is left in regret as she makes her way through the foggy street, clutching her bloodied shoulder from her most recent encounter. She had been doing pretty well fending for herself so far, but recently they seem to have gotten more aggressive for some reason.

Blood trickles down her arm from a claw-shaped gash. Dirt and scratches also mark her exposed skin, including her face. But she is hardly sluggish from pain. Her head snaps in Muscovy's direction when the familiar child speaks with her, aware of her surroundings now more so than usual.

For now, she tries to put aside the memory of their first encounter and just focuses on a.) why this child is out here in the first place, and b.) what makes him think he can even treat her injuries.

"It's fine. Nothing to get worked up about."

Silly Rey, as always.

Muscovy has been following her for a while before speaking up, but... well, she obviously needs help. And he wants to talk to her. She should know that he is here. But at the same time, he wanted to be very sure that she needs his help first. Because that would put him at an advantage, being able to help her.

"You are holding your shoulder like it hurts and you cannot use your arm well, yes? So it will be a problem if you have to fight again and you need your full strength."

That last is a caveat towards Muscovy being very sure that there is a number of monsters that Rey can take on even injured - someone who has fire at their bidding to the point of resisting a raging forest fire with it and can explode spiders is just that strong, obviously.

But pain will have an impact on coordination once the adrenaline passes, and not being able to use an arm, or not use it properly, is a very obvious problem in a fight.

Just when Rey feels like she might have lost the kid, it seems that Muscovy has found her again. The only reason she hasn't made an active effort to avoid him is the fact that she's more interested in why he isn't in one of the temples, where it's supposed to be safe.

Clutching her shoulder even tighter, she balls her hand into a fist to avoid drawing attention to the blood trickling down her arm. But, when you're not wearing any sleeves, such injuries are more difficult to conceal.

"Will find an actual doctor if it gets that bad."

Far as she is concerned, there is nothing that a kid can do to help her injuries.

"I am an actual doctor, yes? I have training in three schools of medicine." One is healing, one is future conventional medicine, and one is a mix of healing and conventional medicine of that world.

It's okay, though. Most people are distrustful at first.

And Rey, your attempt at hiding your blood is really counter productive to him thinking that you don't need help and aren't just silly about getting it.

"You're a 'doctor'," she retorts flatly. "Right."

Her eyes narrowing with skepticism, she moves to keep walking in spite of what Muscovy offers just then, in attempt to quickly disappear into the fog. Even if he was right, she is distrustful that a seven-year-old 'doctor' can manage to patch her up without making things worse.

Forgive her, Muscovy. Rey does not know better.

He will forgive her.

And also follow her, at a shorter distance than before now because with the fog it will be hard to not lose her and she knows that he's there now, so that might make keeping up with her harder, too.

"You should at least let me clean and stabilize your arm, yes?"

Goddammit, what's with this kid and following her?

Well, suppose he does believe that she's his mother. Rey tries not to think about that, though.

"Have some medical experience. Can take care of it." Granted, trying to patch up your own arm one-handed is more difficult than having someone else do it for you. Someone who is more qualified, no less. Rey's skills in first aid don't go far beyond basic training, but she's done it before. How hard can it be?

...She's underestimating the severity of the injury.

He has seen her take care of Algidus and does believe her that she has solid medical knowledge.

But she had both her arms then and wasn't hampered by pain and maybe bloodloss, and she had a lot better view of the injuries.

Plus like hell is he going to leave her alone like this. ~~Or ever, but especially like this.~~

"It is very hard to take care of your own arm or shoulder because you can't see it well and you can't reach it well and you only have one arm to take care of it, yes?"

Not looking pleased at all by having a child point out a flaw in her own logic, Rey slows to a halt and huffs. She squeezes her shoulder even tighter, which doesn't help much when the pressure causes the blood to gush a little and flow even faster. Though she knows that this won't help in the least, she's less concerned with that and more distracted in her own mind.

"Fuck," she mutters under her breath, not really having half a mind to filter herself in front of someone who appears much younger than her. After a moment, she just glances to him briefly. "What sort of 'medicine' do you know?"

Incredulity is still quite dry in her tones.

"The one with antibiotics, and the one with herbs, and the one with healing." Conventional sci-fi, conventional traditional, and magic. Sure, there are people who know more about all of these than him, but he has a solid basic knowledge in all of them with spikes in various areas, and it will definitely be enough to look after that shoulder. Look after it a lot better than Rey could right now.

And considering that she can lose digits and scar, she probably can cause lasting damage to herself if she's not treated, too, so it isn't even only about her passing out on the street or getting attacked and getting eaten.

Healing. That doesn't sound much unlike Carlisle, then. Rey wonders if that's something specific to wherever they were from, or two people with the same skills just coincidentally happen to show up in the same place.

This time, Rey heaves more of a sigh as she squints through the fog. She manages to find a park bench, where she finally allows herself to take a moment and rest upon.

Even if Muscovy draws close, she doesn't readily give him her arm.

"Whichever one is easier and faster. Just get it over with."

From the sounds of things, healing seems like the quickest and most effective way to go, but she doesn't know how adept Muscovy is with that, or if he's as good as Carlisle.

Today Muscovy is rather happy that Rey tends to not wear sleeves, because that makes getting to the wound a lot easier, and also means that the chance that fabric got stuck inside the wound is lower.

He takes his backpack off first, fishing a bottle of water, desinfection spray, and a vacuum packed piece of gauze out of it and also his little multipurpose knife, and starts freeing and cleaning out the wound and the area directly around it, both so it is clean and free but also to get a proper idea of what the injury is.

"What caused this?"

There is a reason for the consistent lack of sleeves. Not that Rey is interested in divulging anytime soon, if the answer isn't obvious enough. Clothing has a way of catching fire easily, and Rey's most efficient way of combat is with the use of her hands.

She needs her hands to fight, hence why it's more prudent to prevent infection than allowing it to fester. Rey may not be human, but she isn't impervious to serious, incapacitating injury. Much to her own chagrin.

While she wasn't so trusting to give her arm before, she studies Muscovy's methods long enough to find some merit to them. At least he's not pulling out a box of bandaids to try and cover a deep claw wound in her shoulder like she would've expected out of most children.

Perhaps he knows his shit after all.

"One of the creatures, after the sirens started up again and everything went dark. Took care of it, though."

By 'taking care of it', she really means that she maimed the holy hell out of the thing that tried to make minced meat out of her. That'll learn them. If Muscovy knows her at all, though, he should figure that out on his own.

He does, though that doesn't explain what he wanted to know primarily - it was fairly obvious that she had either been attacked by a monster or been chucked into a metal rod or something with some force, and the former just sounds more likely. And that Rey kicked its ass after is just.

It's Rey, and his mother is awesome and scary. Of course she would.

"What did it use? Fangs or claws or something else?"

Because fangs tend to be a lot more infectious than claws, and he might apply a little bit of magic for disinfection if she answers fangs. He can't use much, because it still knocks him out to use too much, but at least small amounts he can use by now without having to drop down and sleep for hours immediately.

"Claws," Rey says disdainfully. "Didn't let it get close enough to use its teeth."

Not before burning it up into a pile of cooked meat. The monsters here, however, have gotten more formidable. Stronger. Bigger.

Something happened. She doesn't know what, but it's made their enemies more dangerous than they already were. It's given even Rey a run for her money.

That is good news at least.

Once he is done with cleaning, he'll look closely at the wound and gently feel around the area for a bit and then dig back into his backpack to come back up with surgical thread and equipment for applying it and get to work.

He completely trusts Rey to keep an eye on their surroundings and tell him if anything bad is arriving - she might not want to accept that she is his mother, but her doing her silly thing with relationships doesn't invalidate that she is otherwise still very bright.

Rey got lucky - from what he can tell, no bone was impacted and there is all the bleeding is external, and while a flesh wound and massive bruising isn't nice, it is still a lot easier to deal with and will heal a lot faster.

"You need to hold very still now and tell me if you need to move to set a monster on fire so I can stop working first, yes?" He'd rather not accidentally hurt her further by stabbing the wrong parts.

Rey is a good patient. She doesn't flinch or make a peep when she's being medically tended to. Being no stranger to pain, she can handle more than just a little sting from some stitches.

It also means that she isn't making much conversation with Muscovy while he works. Having just nearly been ripped apart, she isn't too keen on conversation at the moment. Neither is she eager to dive into whatever prying questions that the boy may have.

She looks away, keeping her attention more on their surroundings than she does to meet Muscovy in the eye. At least she has the constant presence of potential predators out and about as an excuse not to look at him.

Well, almost constant.

"Doesn't seem as bad when there's fog."

It's when the sirens call and the city gets dark when they have something to really worry about.

...He hadn't noticed that, but if Rey says it, it is probably right.

"Maybe they know that there will be more people outside when the sirens go, because they haven't gone to the temples yet."

That would make sense to him at least. Like you hunt best at dawn or dusk.

He'll move on once the sutures are in and take out a compress - and then pause. "You need to take off your shirt, yes?" Or whatever of it is left after the attack and him cutting some pieces off it away when cleaning the wound. Because when he uses bandages to fix the compress to the wounds on her shoulder, he'll need to go around her whole chest/under her other shoulder, and doing that over skin just makes the most sense.

Maybe. Maybe there isn't really much of a reason at all, and maybe they would just hurt their heads trying to think of one.

Before Rey can open her mouth to say anything about Muscovy's theory, the boy makes another suggestion that has her snapping it back shut. A brow raises in response and she just gaps at him for a moment.

"Um, no?" she almost snaps. "Am not taking it off. You can patch up whatever you can see just fine."

Rey is not stripping in the open in front of a child.

"You will take it off, yes?

I need to fix the compress over the wound with bandages. And you put these directly on the skin, because then they cannot move around as much and there is no danger of you shoving your shirt against the wound when moving."

It's taken a while for him to add reasons to his demands when working, but after a fairly long talk-to along the lines of 'if they don't react to authority sometimes you need to explain' and figuring that people never react to authority with him (yet, not while he is a child,) he started to tack explanations onto even the most reasonable demands when people argued.

What he says does make sense, but...

"No," Rey says again.

It's a good thing that she's not wearing her armor this time, or this would be much more difficult when she pulls down the strap of her tanktop from her shoulder. This exposes much of the wound and her shoulder. This is about as good as Muscovy is going to get.

Perhaps the Rey he knew would have been more agreeable to the notion, but this Rey is not.

"There. You can work with that. But am not taking it off."

"You are being very silly."

But he'll take what he can get, and make quick work of pressing the compress against the wound, taping over it and then wrapping a bandage around her shoulder and arm to fixate the upper arm and stop it from putting additional stress on the wound, using what he can get of her other side - so mostly pulling the bandage under her arm, somewhat over her top. If the bandages are wrapped a bit more tightly than they would need to, that's because she's being silly and because he generally has a tendency to pull harder than needed. But he'll make sure that he doesn't cut off any bloodflow (and yes, he needed to learn that first).

Silly isn't exactly the term Rey would use to describe it, but whatever you say, Muscovy. It's a surprise that she's even letting him touch her at all, or get anywhere close. Injuries be damned, she can typically take care of herself.

Part of her, however, also wants to know what his deal is. He isn't the first one to show up to say some of the things he did, and that strikes Rey as odd. Interesting, perhaps.

She just makes a grunt in response and falls silent while Muscovy does his thing, not wanting to distract him. Who knows how experienced he is at this?

"Done yet?" she finally says once it seems like he's finished.

He's taping the last bandage secure when she speaks up and nods - and after a moment says "Yes", realizing that he's behind her and she probably can't see him.

"You should not not move your shoulder for a day. Normally, you shouldn't move it much for multiple days, but you heal faster, yes?" Or that's what he gathered, anyway. He'll move to packing his things back up. "You are strong so you can fight without moving it, yes?"

Something tells her that it's pointless to ask him how in the hell he even knows about that. She could assume that it's a lucky guess, but not everyone would have reason to assume that Rey, strong or not, could heal faster than a human, mostly thanks to being partially made up of her father's immortal cells. That also isn't something she can see herself ever sharing with a child, though.

"Don't have a 'dominant hand', so it shouldn't be a problem." One more perk to not being human -- you aren't necessarily more inclined towards your right or left.

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