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hadriel_logs2018-10-08 10:48 pm
sallyfaced) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-10-08 10:48 pm
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Who: Sal Fisher & Tyki Mikk
What: Ghost Hunting gone horribly wrong.
Where: The Silent Hill zone.
When: Oct 8 I guess???
Warnings: Uh well it's the Silent Hill zone so probably psychological horror and hellish monsters? Will update as necessary!
By now Sal is aware that with Hope reviving people there likely aren't any ghosts around, but his Gear Boy still goes off occasionally around certain people, and paranormal activity isn't just limited to the dead. Besides, it's something to do, and Sal is curious about this place in general so it's a good opportunity to explore. At first it looks as if they're walking further into the city, away from the temples, and everything seems fine.
Then the light on his Gear Boy begins to light up a brilliant green. It flickers once or twice, as if it doesn't quite know how to process whatever it is it's picking up, but Sal keeps walking with his head down and focused on the device. He should watch where he's going but he's not alone, so he doesn't bother. Only a minute or two further in does the glow begin to steady and a fog starts to roll in. When Sal looks up anything he sees in the distance is blanketed by the fog and hard to make out. It's the siren, loud and blaring, that cuts right through him and forces him to start a bit. The Gear Boy's light dies down.
"That's probably not a good siren, is it?" he asks with slight trepidation. It was unsettling; like something you would hear during a city wide emergency or something. But aside from the fog, nothing seemed to be going on.
What: Ghost Hunting gone horribly wrong.
Where: The Silent Hill zone.
When: Oct 8 I guess???
Warnings: Uh well it's the Silent Hill zone so probably psychological horror and hellish monsters? Will update as necessary!
By now Sal is aware that with Hope reviving people there likely aren't any ghosts around, but his Gear Boy still goes off occasionally around certain people, and paranormal activity isn't just limited to the dead. Besides, it's something to do, and Sal is curious about this place in general so it's a good opportunity to explore. At first it looks as if they're walking further into the city, away from the temples, and everything seems fine.
Then the light on his Gear Boy begins to light up a brilliant green. It flickers once or twice, as if it doesn't quite know how to process whatever it is it's picking up, but Sal keeps walking with his head down and focused on the device. He should watch where he's going but he's not alone, so he doesn't bother. Only a minute or two further in does the glow begin to steady and a fog starts to roll in. When Sal looks up anything he sees in the distance is blanketed by the fog and hard to make out. It's the siren, loud and blaring, that cuts right through him and forces him to start a bit. The Gear Boy's light dies down.
"That's probably not a good siren, is it?" he asks with slight trepidation. It was unsettling; like something you would hear during a city wide emergency or something. But aside from the fog, nothing seemed to be going on.
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It's easier just to assume all is normal and safe, despite the nagging idea in his head that it's not like that.
That siren is unsettling. He's not a fearful person, but it's grating somehow. It hits deep in his ears and seems to rush through to bone and sinew and heart. And said heart is pounding now, despite reassuring himself that they having nothing to fear. And he doesn't, not really. The Noah family doesn't live and die as weak humans do. They have the privilege of a different lot.
He's nearly immortal. His whole family is. While Tyki may someday die, Joyd is a frightening eternal beast. And between the two, they're okay. Here, Hadriel, home. It doesn't matter. That's why he can do so much, why he can take such risks. It's because he can reject almost anything that might cause harm.
Sal is human, though. And while Tyki is fine keeping him safe, hell, the Teez is enough to do so with any human threat, he hates that he's fearful for some reason now more than he should be.
Is it this town again? The false gods forcing some wicked sorcery on him? He's getting tired of this nonsense. But he ignores those awful feelings, and shakes his head at Sal's comment about the sirens. He forces a smile, and reaches over, patting Sal on the arm if allowed to.]
Bark and bite, lad. It's probably just noise. And a bit of foul weather, we went through worse in the rain. Didn't we?
[Tyki squints, trying to see ahead of him. And there's just no way to. After a short distance everything blurs into the fog. And worse, it almost seems to be moving. It's not like a cloudy day, or normal fog. It's just too odd for that. Intense and strange and wrong.] We can always turn back, if you'd like. There's no shame in it.
[Tyki startles then, he swears that he sees a little girl deep in the fog for a moment. It's honestly a blip, hardly a real view of the child. Just enough to wonder if he really saw a swinging umbrella and striped stockings. But when he turns to look, to get a better view, there's nothing at all. Just strange fog that doesn't seem right.
He's scared and curious all at once. Curiosity and the cat in one person.] What do you think? You call the shots, Sal.
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[It's an actual comfort; that storm was horrendous, and the monsters made it worse. Though with his prosthetic on his own visibility is reduced even further by the fog, kind of a pain more than anything. A pain, that's all this is.
Eventually the siren quieted down and left the them in a silence, which provided further comfort. A false alarm, maybe. It's hard to say in a place so foreign and different than anything he's ever seen...the rules were different now, and he constantly felt as if he had to re-learn reality.
But at the moment, as things stood, he wasn't ready to be scared off yet. He was just unnerved, is all. Perhaps in a way he can't quite explain, but he's used to that too.]
Nah, I was just caught off guard. That's the kind of siren you would hear before some kind of emergency or something. Like, for an evacuation?
[With that he proceeded to keep walking, silhouettes of buildings becoming visible. With the way the fog dances he couldn't tell if he was seeing other people around or it was just in his head, but he mostly ignored it. As far as he's concerned it's just another part of the city. That being said, though...]
...But it seems quiet around here. I guess no one really lives in this part of the city, huh?
[He thinks he catches a flash of something around a corner; quick in movement, low to the ground, but too shapeless for him to guess what it was. With the fog and his mask acting against him though, he's quick to dismiss it.]
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[It's easy to tell himself that. That it was just some noise, a little bit of error on the part of old machinery and computer bits, things he doesn't understand well to begin with. And if he can tell himself that, he can make himself feel safe despite the shakiness and mood shifts that have been happening to him.
He knows he can write off seeing what seemed to be Road as a hallucination. He's had quite a few of them in the last few days. Just blips on the edge of his vision, shaking memories that come to life for a moment before ripping away. But he doesn't feel his family, the Noah genes aren't connected to anyone here, so it's all false.
But that doesn't make it any less upsetting. And coupled with this strange area of town and his unsettled mood it makes for a Tyki that is far more unbalanced than usual. A Tyki that is not all that safe to be around for most.
Sal is safe. But it would be a frightening day for almost anyone else here.]
It doesn't look the same either. From what I can tell, at least. It's not quite as spiraled.
[It's really hard to tell what the architecture is like now. The fog keeps tripping him up, making him see shadows and movement that just isn't there. It's disorienting, and he's honestly not sure what to think. He wants to just continue on, ghost hunting with Sal was supposed to be fun for both of them. A bit of bonding, and some relaxation to help them with the stress of this place. And then back to the main city for food and celebration over whatever they find, or don't find for that matter.
Easy, peasy.
But it seems like it's just going wrong.]
Suppose the gods got tired of this area? I've been told they move things about a good deal. [Tyki walks with Sal, keeping an eye out for anything else odd. He's a good, brotherly friend to have, and he's focused on both of their well being. And that's enough to keep his spirits raised a bit, until he takes a step and feels something under his shoe.] Wait a moment, will you? [He reaches down, and pulls up a key of all things. It has a tag on it, in the shape of a horse head. He's not sure what to make of it at all. But he really doesn't want to put it down for some reason.
It just seems important. And he hates that reverberating feeling of destiny. Like finding it was planned all along.] Sorry about that. Shall we go on? [And around the corner, it seems like that's the easiest route. It's certainly the clearest that he can see.]
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That's kind of sad, if they did. Unless the fog became so hard to control they left it.
[When Tyki requests they stop he turns to see him pick something up. He thinks maybe he dropped something, but something tells him he's wrong. He wants to ask about it, but as they round the corner Sal starts to feel unease settle over him. A chill penetrating his heavy sweater and making him cold - then again, Sal always got cold easily, but he still felt odd. Eyes on him, like someone could be watching from the fog.]
Can we go inside somewhere for a little while?
[He tries to sound curious, as if he just wanted to check out a building, but a slight level of concern manages to work its way into his voice. He's barely waiting for an answer before he heads for a visible door, the closer he gets the clearer he can see it's an apartment building like the ones in the city.
He's somewhat hasty in how he reaches for the doorknob and pulls it open, but he doesn't go rushing off inside straight away, instead holding it open and waiting for Tyki, fidgeting anxiously. Noooo, not now. Not now. Maybe if he got inside and out of the fog his anxiety won't flare up - that's his hope.]
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He does know that Sal seems more shaky than usual. He's not a dramatic boy, and he doesn't tend to draw attention to himself outside of his fashion choices. So when he wants to go inside, when he's starting to fidget as he waits for Tyki, Tyki rushes. Moving fast, taking hold of the door so the young man can hurry inside.]
There. That's better. [Once both are safely inside, Tyki shuts the door behind them, forcing it to stay closed by wedging a chair under the handle. And then he turns to look over their safe haven. Not that he wants to think of it that way, but there's still that feeling of stress and something close to fear inside of him. He never wants to feel this way ever again.
It's not much to look at, honestly. The lights are out save for a flickering one in the distance, and there's no other furniture in the room they entered into. There's chipping and feeling on the walls, and it just smells old in there. Old and forgotten. But beneath it all, there's a scent that Tyki recognizes quickly. It's the smell of blood. And it's not old blood, either. So Tyki is instantly on edge, fighting off the feeling of excitement at one of his favorite scents. Even if he's not sure that he's actually smelling it at all, this week has been causing hell on his senses.] So what now? Just want to explore a bit?
[He can see a stairway leading up at the edge of his vision, an exit sign glowing weakly in the distance too. Not that he knows what it says, it's too far down the hall to see as anything other than pale light.] Welcoming, isn't it? [His voice is cheerful, despite the rushes of emotion he's struggling with.] Could use some flowers, perhaps. A lamp or two wouldn't hurt either.
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This almost looks like a room in my building.
[A thought expressed to comfort himself; familiarity, something to grab at so he didn't feel so weirded out. It only half works. There's still something about this room he can't quite put his finger on, a sense of something that actually is familiar, but not one he can name.]
Couldn't hurt to look around.
[He certainly doesn't want to just stand around and soak up this strange atmosphere, or go back outside. Tyki's cheerful tone, at the very least, is doing something to keep Sal's thoughts grounded, which is something he feels like he's been needing lately.
He moves to the bottom of the steps and peers up, Gear Boy in hand. The green light flickers a couple of times before ceasing, and at the same time he swears he can hear the faint sound of shuffling moving up the stairs and away from them.]
...You know, for the first time since I got here I think I might actually find something.
[He's heard the explanation before; Hope revives the dead, so spirits wouldn't likely hang around. But still, these odd feelings, the things he's seeing - or thinks he's seeing, maybe there are some after all?
Or maybe that's just what he wants to tell himself because it's an explanation he understands.
Either way he very cautiously advances up the stairs to get a better look but it's dark, so he stops a couple of steps in.]
I think someone's upstairs.
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[It is interesting. It's like nothing Tyki has ever seen before. He came straight from the Victorian era to Hadriel's spiraling oddities. So a semi-modern apartment complex is entirely new to him. And normally, he'd be thrilled to explore something this new.
And he tells himself that he is. That he's having a fantastic time with a good friend, and that he'll remember this for years to come. But his heart is racing. He's on edge, and Tyki isn't one that often gets on edge. When immortality is promised, and even death is just a door that allows a person to be reborn, what use is fear? But there's something in the air that's heavy, that's pushing forth an unnatural feeling. And Tyki is starting to realize that there's a force around them that's wrong somehow. That is affecting his feelings.
So he stays close to Sal, keeping as upbeat as possible. When needed, Tyki will lie. And he does it well. And his current lie comes through in his relaxed stance and comfortable tone.] You think so? Well, do you want to check it out? [Tyki hears something up there. He's not sure what, but there's definitely something. He's excited to see a ghost for the first time, or at least be in the presence of the dead not being used by the Noah family.] You're the expert, lad. What now? [The scent of blood picks up in his nose again, and it makes him shiver a tiny bit. He suppresses most of the reaction, but he's starting to want to say no to this whole ordeal and drag Sal back to the main part of town.
But this is what Sal wants. And Tyki will support him. No matter what it takes.]
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It's a little strange to him, thinking on it, that it has quite literally stopped him now though, and so he feels a bit stupid. He even laughs to himself.]
We didn't come all the way here just to not try and find something, right? [How dumb. If there's anything here of course he's going to feel weird. That's perfectly normal. There may not be ghosts, but supernatural activity isn't limited to just the dead.
He begins to climb the stairs again, glancing back at Tyki and feeling comforted that he's not letting himself get very far before he further advances up the stairs. He holds his Gear Boy up as he reaches the top of the stairs, noting they continue likely to other floors, though there's a dark hallway that leads to what he assumes to be other apartments. It's only barely lit up, though there's a door in the distances that seems to stick out just slightly more than everything else - it's as if it has some faint glow to it that draws one's eye so it's not shrouded in complete darkness.]
Is anyone with us now? [He waits for a response, but there's nothing.] Huh...my Super Gear Boy was glowing, but it stopped now.
[He decides to start walking down the hall, testing a nearby door. The knob turns but the door doesn't open.] Jammed. I guess this place wouldn't be very functional without some upkeep, huh?
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He's also a little scared of the idea that he might feel a little different, or have to reevaluate things again. So he shakes his head, and forces the thought away. He doesn't want to worry about that right now. Especially with how the Super Gear Boy is working.] It's a bit erratic, isn't it? [He wonders if the Super Gear Boy is more effective in Sal's home world. Hadriel has a way of shifting things about, and making them change. So it could be that it's more reliable in it's original home.
Tyki doesn't get a chance to ask, though. He's more distracted by the failed attempt at opening the door. If Sal wants in, Sal is getting in. It's just as simple as that. And it's nice to have an excuse to use his abilities for something that doesn't involve death once in a while.] Let me give it a try, lad. You know I've got a couple tricks up my sleeve. [Tyki chooses to simply put his hand through the door, intending to open it from the inside out. No lock to worry about that way. But when he reaches through, he feels fire. And he can smell metal suddenly, metal and blood and then all he can hear is the sound of pulling metal. And if someone was just stretching it against itself. And it's so loud and so strong that he doesn't know what to do. And the sound gets higher and higher and he's sickened by it.
Has a moment passed? Has eternity passed? He isn't sure.
Something is very, very wrong with the door and what's behind it. And although he pushes through his momentary mental distress, he still can't unlock the door without literally breaking it apart. And he's not really in the mood to do that, especially with how uncomfortable he is right now.] That's... strange. To say the least. Even I can't open it. That's a whole different level of disrepair.
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His brows raise, tone in slight awe.] Wow.
[That's so nifty. Tyki really is full of surprises...aside from genuinely considering him a good friend Sal is also fascinated by him and his talents.
Though, unease curiously began to settle in his gut as he watches him try and fail to get the door open.]
Huh, well that's fine. Thanks for trying — maybe take your hand out now. [If he sounds a little concerned it's because he's suddenly concerned, as if worried something would grab Tyki from the other side of the door. And perhaps it's the paranoia of that fact slowly building, but he swears he hears that familiar shuffling from earlier behind said door.]
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He's smiling, but his heart his racing. He swears he can feel the beating in his jaws and wrists and ears. It's like a drum, repeated and impossibly loud.] No worries. Alls well that ends well, I guess. You can't fault me for trying, but...
[Tyki blinks, and then reaches into his pocket for the key he picked up earlier. It doesn't seem to match the door, and he doesn't want to try it. But it's like he was compelled to look at it, to remind himself that he still has it. And that really leaves Tyki feeling concerned. He doesn't like this part of town, he's not fond of the feeling of being played with, but at the same time he's thrilled. This is a frightening and amazing experience. And it's so rare for him to feel so much.] Can't hurt to try, right? [It doesn't fit. He's not surprised in the least that it doesn't work here. But it seemed like a decent idea, for the sake of keeping a casual mood. So it gets safely tucked away again, to be tried on another lock.
Nothing is here. Nothing has grabbed at them. No voices or sounds have amounted to anything other than paranoia and hallucinations. And Tyki was experiencing those things before they came out today. So Tyki heads down the hall to try the next door. He wants to see if that key matches something in here, or if it really was just a random situation that led him to find it.
He really doesn't think it was random at all, though.] Let's see... This looks as good as any. [This door swings open easily, it was unlocked and leads to the joy of a janitorial closet. Tyki sighs and gestures widely towards the open door and the mops and buckets and cleaning supplies within.] How thrilling. [Tyki tries for the light, but the switch doesn't make the lights come on when flipped.] Dark and dull. I'd feel bad for any ghost trapped here for eternity.
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Huh. [He extends his Gear Boy out and into the closet, but nothing happens.] Luckily there doesn't seem to be one here either.
[There's a bit of a pause followed by some hesitance.] You know...I've been feeling kinda...not well. Maybe we should just head out and give this a rain check.
[This stubborn child uncharacteristically wants to give up, sure, but there's some feeling constantly twisting around in his stomach...he feels like it can only be helped once he leaves
which seems perfectly simple, but little does he know leaving isn't that easy. Even he can realize the strangeness in his words as he speaks them, but he figures that perhaps that's more of a reason to get the hell out.]no subject
[Tyki rests his hand on Sal's shoulder gently for a moment, in a show of support. He'd forge on if wanted, but a part of him is also glad that Sal wants to give up. He doesn't like this place. It doesn't feel right, as infuriating as that is to Tyki and his ego.]
Let's head back out. We'll get something to eat and then call it a day. [That's right, they'll do better with some warm food in their bellies. And they'll do better by far when they're away from this place, that's the more important part.
Tyki lets go of Sal, and starts walking back the way they came. He's still shaken up, but far more confident now that they're leaving. They can laugh it off and he can get these sickly twisting feelings out of his system. And nothing is amiss in his mind, until something scurries past them. Even Tyki misses it, jerking back as it moves past. It was too quick to see in the low light, and his heart is in his throat now.]
Shit. I'm jumpy today.
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[It took him a moment, usually not ashamed to admit such things, but part of him was concerned about giving voice to his fear. As if someone other than Tyki could hear him. It's an odd feeling that only worsens now that he said it out loud.
Yet again he remains close to Tyki as they exit, keeping thoughts of just relaxing and getting something to eat with his friend to keep from worrying too much. Don't give voice or power to those fears — it's a thought that keeps swirling around in his mind.
When something moves quickly Sal jumps as well, though he's quick to force a laugh. It's funny. Just...find it funny. Not scary.]
We should get our ghost hunting licences revoked, huh? [He heads down the stairs, making sure to peer over the banister as if expecting someone to be down there. It was empty...but Sal had the oddest feeling...like it only looked empty. Like there was something lurking just out of view. It gives him pause for a moment but ultimately he keeps heading down.] Then again, on all the ghost hunting programs people are always getting startled and screaming so I think we're doing good considering, haha.
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[Tyki laughs gently, quieter by far than he usually laughs as they head down the stairs and back down into the lobby. It's empty. Entirely empty. Like all they heard and felt and saw was just in their heads and nothing but nervous imagination. Tyki almost feels silly for a moment, like he was overreacting, but then he remembers how it felt when he put his hand through that locked door. And he quickly decides that it's best not to think about things at all, and to just hurry out with as upbeat an attitude as possible.] Besides, we're amateurs. No one can really judge an amateur.
[Tyki rubs his hand over the key again, without thinking. He really doesn't know what to do with it, but it's almost reverberating in his mind. He hates it, because it's affecting him on some level that's unpleasant, but he doesn't want to put it down.
And he doesn't really want to leave without finding out what door it opens.
So he pushes back to conversation as they approach the door out, trying to do anything to stop focusing on that nagging feeling within him.] Since we're amateurs, that means we should try again sometime. Maybe somewhere else. What do you think of this? Fisher and Mikk, paranormal detectives. I'd say paranormal detectives for hire, but money isn't of much use here.