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the first, the first of the children
Who: Lilith and you!
What: The Firehawk starts taking things a little more seriously.
Where: The god temples and anywhere else in Hadriel.
When: Backdated to various periods in the Silent Hill event.
Warnings: Violence, freaky body horror, feelings-- all that good Otherworld stuff.
Note: If you'd like a specific prompt separate from these, please feel free to hit me up over PM or on plurk!
1. SPIRE 3 (early event | 6/15 - 6/17);
[The walls of the spire and its apartments have changed. Every crack seeps dark liquid; every shrouded place oozes blood, sticky red drying gradually to a sickening brown. Until the world shifts and the building returns to normal. Back and forth, over and over again.
This is where Lilith returns, every once in a while. She's willing to test her fate if she can get something out of it-- that's how she's always worked, and a stupid haunted town won't change shit.
When she's lucky, she catches her apartment in its everyday state and hoards her things, dragging back as many supplies with her to the safe places, to the gods' temples, as much as she hates to keep extended company with any of them save for Delight. She scoops up as much food (and, let's be honest here, alcohol) as she can and hauls ass back to the nearest safe place, over and over again, until there's nothing left.
When she's not so fortunate, which happens more than a couple of times, she's stuck in the twisted Otherworld of her spire: broken stairs, monsters skulking around every corner, all supplies turned rotten and unusable. All she can do is move, repeater pistol in hand, doing her utmost to get to the exit alive.
Find her in either state. She'll need a hand, regardless.]
2. SILENT HILL (mid event | 6/15 - 6/17);
[Every time the sirens blare, Lilith's on the move to the gods' temples. Delight, if she can manage; Hope or Rage if there's nowhere closer. (Fuck Fear. He's a dick. She'll risk getting eaten by something if it means she doesn't have to crash at his place.)
At the first sight of someone rounding a corner, or the first sound of someone shuffling about in the fog, she's at the ready with her gun and pointing it in the direction of the source. No use being polite if it's life or death, here.]
If you're not one of those things, come out. [she states plainly, repeater leveled steady and sure.] I will shoot.
3. THE GUARDIAN (all event | 6/15 - 6/20);
(cw: body horror for the image; lmk if/when you wanna find lili in the thread or if you'd like to encounter her monster alone.)
[The being lurches when it walks, tottering and unsteady. With flesh and skin and bone stretched thin and contorted upon its strange frame, it's almost as if its torso and neck are too heavy for its fragile, thin legs to support evenly. Even in the distant fog its gait is unnerving-- clearly inhuman, and clearly very, very wrong.
Whether or not Lilith is in sight, it's constantly hunting her down. The creature wheezes through its dripping gap of a throat, smiles impossibly with a painted-on mouth; the useless protrusions that jut out of its back twitch erratically as it walks ever on, searching for its mark.
It cannot be killed. Only distracted.
It turns its swaying head. In the fog, it's sensed something.]
4. DELIGHT'S TEMPLE (mid event | 6/16 - 6/17);
[This is the worst she's ever had it in Hadriel. Being confined to a temple, even Delight's temple, is both incredibly dull and incredibly frustrating. At least being in Delight's midst is pacifying her enough to keep her from snapping out of anger.
Whether she's pacing around impatiently, rearranging her stash of supplies for the fifth time, sorting her stash of bullets for the tenth time, or gearing up to delve back into the fog and horror of Silent Hill, she's around.
Say hello, if you like, but Lilith is not in a good mood.]
5. HOPE'S TEMPLE (late event | after this thread);
[It's a good thing she's already swallowed her hesitance about being part of the Guard.
Lilith has been awake for far too long, stressed and on edge for nearly all this time, but that doesn't matter. The more active and busy she keeps, filling this role she's been given, the more she can stop thinking about Henry. About Maketh.
Lilith stands a resolute, near-constant guard. The impatient skulking she'd done at the last temple she'd held post at continues, but this time, she doesn't stop: she's always at the ready. She'll climb up on the roof every once in a while, too, pistol swapped for her sniper rifle, and pick off any monsters that draw too close.
She looks, quite honestly, exhausted. But her eyes are hard and clear with resolve. Henry had almost certainly died for this. Maketh had trusted her to back up Valentine, and to protect these lives. Hope or not, no one within the shelter of his temple is going to get killed-- over her dead body.]
What: The Firehawk starts taking things a little more seriously.
Where: The god temples and anywhere else in Hadriel.
When: Backdated to various periods in the Silent Hill event.
Warnings: Violence, freaky body horror, feelings-- all that good Otherworld stuff.
Note: If you'd like a specific prompt separate from these, please feel free to hit me up over PM or on plurk!
1. SPIRE 3 (early event | 6/15 - 6/17);
[The walls of the spire and its apartments have changed. Every crack seeps dark liquid; every shrouded place oozes blood, sticky red drying gradually to a sickening brown. Until the world shifts and the building returns to normal. Back and forth, over and over again.
This is where Lilith returns, every once in a while. She's willing to test her fate if she can get something out of it-- that's how she's always worked, and a stupid haunted town won't change shit.
When she's lucky, she catches her apartment in its everyday state and hoards her things, dragging back as many supplies with her to the safe places, to the gods' temples, as much as she hates to keep extended company with any of them save for Delight. She scoops up as much food (and, let's be honest here, alcohol) as she can and hauls ass back to the nearest safe place, over and over again, until there's nothing left.
When she's not so fortunate, which happens more than a couple of times, she's stuck in the twisted Otherworld of her spire: broken stairs, monsters skulking around every corner, all supplies turned rotten and unusable. All she can do is move, repeater pistol in hand, doing her utmost to get to the exit alive.
Find her in either state. She'll need a hand, regardless.]
2. SILENT HILL (mid event | 6/15 - 6/17);
[Every time the sirens blare, Lilith's on the move to the gods' temples. Delight, if she can manage; Hope or Rage if there's nowhere closer. (Fuck Fear. He's a dick. She'll risk getting eaten by something if it means she doesn't have to crash at his place.)
At the first sight of someone rounding a corner, or the first sound of someone shuffling about in the fog, she's at the ready with her gun and pointing it in the direction of the source. No use being polite if it's life or death, here.]
If you're not one of those things, come out. [she states plainly, repeater leveled steady and sure.] I will shoot.
3. THE GUARDIAN (all event | 6/15 - 6/20);
(cw: body horror for the image; lmk if/when you wanna find lili in the thread or if you'd like to encounter her monster alone.)
[The being lurches when it walks, tottering and unsteady. With flesh and skin and bone stretched thin and contorted upon its strange frame, it's almost as if its torso and neck are too heavy for its fragile, thin legs to support evenly. Even in the distant fog its gait is unnerving-- clearly inhuman, and clearly very, very wrong.
Whether or not Lilith is in sight, it's constantly hunting her down. The creature wheezes through its dripping gap of a throat, smiles impossibly with a painted-on mouth; the useless protrusions that jut out of its back twitch erratically as it walks ever on, searching for its mark.
It cannot be killed. Only distracted.
It turns its swaying head. In the fog, it's sensed something.]
4. DELIGHT'S TEMPLE (mid event | 6/16 - 6/17);
[This is the worst she's ever had it in Hadriel. Being confined to a temple, even Delight's temple, is both incredibly dull and incredibly frustrating. At least being in Delight's midst is pacifying her enough to keep her from snapping out of anger.
Whether she's pacing around impatiently, rearranging her stash of supplies for the fifth time, sorting her stash of bullets for the tenth time, or gearing up to delve back into the fog and horror of Silent Hill, she's around.
Say hello, if you like, but Lilith is not in a good mood.]
5. HOPE'S TEMPLE (late event | after this thread);
[It's a good thing she's already swallowed her hesitance about being part of the Guard.
Lilith has been awake for far too long, stressed and on edge for nearly all this time, but that doesn't matter. The more active and busy she keeps, filling this role she's been given, the more she can stop thinking about Henry. About Maketh.
Lilith stands a resolute, near-constant guard. The impatient skulking she'd done at the last temple she'd held post at continues, but this time, she doesn't stop: she's always at the ready. She'll climb up on the roof every once in a while, too, pistol swapped for her sniper rifle, and pick off any monsters that draw too close.
She looks, quite honestly, exhausted. But her eyes are hard and clear with resolve. Henry had almost certainly died for this. Maketh had trusted her to back up Valentine, and to protect these lives. Hope or not, no one within the shelter of his temple is going to get killed-- over her dead body.]
5.
By the time he arrives, he looks like even more hell than he usually does: his torn skin, trench coat, and hat are all dotted with blood and muck, the days on end of keeping the streets clear having taken a toll on his clothes. Though his mechanical body can't be fatigued the way a more organic one can, his mind is worn, fighting exhaustion from all he's witnessed in only a few days. Everything went downhill so quickly, and even the girl who started this mess has been added to the body count. He'd seen Henry's call on the network; he just hopes the man made it away with his life.
And if he didn't, well... Hope had better keep his word on resurrecting the dead.
It's late at night as he reaches the threshold of the temple, a bag of goods over his shoulder, his bloodied sword still in his metal hand. He spots Lilith guarding the main entrance -- while not entirely familiar with her, his careful eye on the network and knowledge of the other members of the Guard means he does know of her. He has to admit that after the monumental mess this fog has made for the people of Hadriel, it's nice to see her devoting herself to the cause after all.
Though she might be devoting herself a little too much: it looks like pure determination is all that's keeping her standing at this point. Nick heads to her, figuring one more shift won't hurt him.]
Hey. Get some rest. I'll cover for you.
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They've met directly by now through work in the Guard, but they haven't spoken much, if at all, past those initial greetings-- now that he's technically in charge, something she's trying not to fixate on too much, this is the most that he's actually really crossed her mind.
She glances at him in the corner of her eye. He looks like she figures he would, like they all do, after these difficult days. Everybody in Hadriel looks like hell right now, more or less. Lilith doesn't want to think about it, or much of anything, for that matter. For all their differences, she and Maketh have one thing in common: hard work's productive and it drowns any unnecessary thoughts and questions out of an anxious mind.]
I'll call you when I'm ready to switch out. Just let me sit out here a little while longer.
[Lilith takes a deep breath and leans back against the wall she's standing by.]
Anything interesting out there?
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[He sighs, looking back into the thick fog that covers the city. The fog, the fact said fog is now worse, the part where a girl is dead -- it all adds up to one hell of a mess.]
Guess I'll go report in before relieving you. Is Maketh around?
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Lilith breathes in and out, intending to approach this calmly, but this is Maketh they're talking about-- it's not going to be easy to address this in the least.]
No. She's out there, and--
[Her voice hitches, and at last, she turns.] She made me swear I'd stay here, that I wouldn't go after her! I don't know if she's coming back, or what she's gonna do if she finds Henry, I... [breathe, in and out.] I fucking hate this place, d'you know? I hate it.
2.
[This gal. This one, right here.
[By now Rey has gotten used to the fog, and has been wandering the fog for some time. When it gets dark, she finds some way to contend with the things that shuffle around in the shadows. One way or another, she survives. It's what she does, and what she always will do. After all, she had made a promise.
[That isn't to say that she is without her own bodily injuries. Rey is sporting some cuts and bruises here and there, her bare arms exposing hints of dried blood and scratches and there's a gash in the upper right side of her forehead. Otherwise, nothing serious. She has survived far worse scrapes than this.
[Making her way through the streets, it's a while before she runs into any other sign of life. Lucky for her (if one could call it luck), she knows the sound of a gun when she hears one trained on her.
[One doesn't need to have been a soldier to feel strongly about being at gunpoint. Rey stops moving, squinting through the fog at the figure obscured in the thick of it. It's a voice she vaguely recognizes.]
If you were dealing with one of those things right now, do you really think that would stop them?
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[Lilith, just about as roughed-up as Rey is, feels just about the same. This is only a little worse than her usual back home: she shouldn't be surprised, even if things seem to be significantly more disturbing with these bizarre, misshapen creatures skulking about.
As a gesture of good intent, she lowers her gun.]
But it doesn't hurt to be prepared. You doing okay out here, Rey?
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Doing better than a lot of others, probably.
[A few cuts and bruises is nothing compared to being dead.]
Are you?
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[She casts a glance over her shoulder. Any second now, something could show up-- she's not so foolish as to think a monster would give her sufficient warning, ever.]
It might be better if we stick together 'till we hit a temple. Or any other kind of shelter.
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Agreed. Don't intend to stick around the temple for very long, though.
[She's remiss to having her emotions fucked with. Even more so with the possibility of being attacked in her sleep. Needless to say, Rey hasn't been sleeping that much.]
3. Lilith can be a part of it!
Instead, he calls out from his perch on what was once probably a window ledge. It's now just a crumbling hole in the side of the building at about the first floor level. The building interior is empty of threats but there's not a single thing barring threats from entering either. It's more a dead end trap then a place to escape.
Victor's loud enough that he might draw more than just one threat, that doesn't seem to deter him though.]
Hey, ugly! Yeah I'm talking to you! Who sent you?
[Not that he really thinks he's lucky enough to get a real answer.]
awwright
Fortunately for them both, it's followed by the one who sent it: a certain redhead with a shotgun.]
Dumbass, get out of its way! It's gonna--
[Charge? Why, of course. It suddenly sprints forward on its impossibly gangly legs, wheezing sickeningly through the hole in its throat all the while.]
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"I think I got this..." He cuts off though seeing the shot gun. Nope, she's probably got this better under control than he does, right? A shot gun probably has more kick.
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"Hurry up and move already!"
Well, now's as good a time as ever for her to take her shot. Whether or not Victor's been sprayed by the gross chemicals the thing has spit up, Lilith fires her shotgun at the monster. It reels and totters on its feet, but isn't dead by far.
2.
[ She steps out into the line of the barrel, palms raised. Wanda was moving away from the temple. Safety right now feels too much like hiding, and there is little point hiding. ]
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[Wanda's fine. She lowers her gun and looks around, as if expecting something else to show up as soon as she's not on guard.]
Heading back for supplies? Or just stretchin' your legs.
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[ She says it more like a guilty child caught stealing cookies. ]
Someone said on the network there will be worse coming than what's in the fog.
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[Famous last words, Lil.]
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Then I guess we'd better get the hell out of here, huh?
Stick with me. We'll be safer if we don't split up.
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Usually, I can sense them — but this fog is difficult. I won't be able to warn you until one is right on top of us.
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That's... well, that's enough time, with the two of us. [Even if it's just to get away, she hates to admit.] You haven't seen any of worse yet, right? Just the normal things?
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I would not know what is worse and what is normal.
piles on another 2 because HAHAH....
I think you've done more harm than good with that thing.
OPENS ARMS WIDE
[Just for you, Kanda, she's not lowering her gun.]
There's monsters around. I'm not wasting any more bullets on you, idiot.
\o/
As if I asked you to. You've already done more than enough.
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Oh, come on. I don't have a reason to kill you anymore. Unless you give me a reason to, that is: don't take this fog crap an opportunity to finish what you started with Henry.
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I'm not as petty as you think I am. That would be the one that was hitting on you.
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[She keeps the gun level: if there's anybody she despises more than Kanda, it's Tyki.]
You wanna tell me what his deal is?
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Don't know what his deal is. Don't care to know.
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[Lilith people can be enemies....]
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[Logic, right?]
I'm not a suspense kinda gal, though. Keep talking. [And she gestures as such at Kanda with her gun.]