Sal Fisher (
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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 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.