Event Log: Oh Shit (side A)

[hadrielmods]

Who: All the characters in Group A
What: The event log for Group A
Where: The left side of the city
When: The evening of March 28th-April 9th
Warnings: Loud noises, Silent Hill monsters, and also half your friends are gone

On the evening of March 28th, the good feelings that come along with Love's resurrection abruptly disappear. The lighting in the city flickers and goes dark, everything hooked up to the power grid loses all energy, and the network stops functioning. Very soon after, the city splits down the middle. Everyone on the left side of the city can look over and see nothing but a rock wall where the right side used to be - along with all of your friends that might have been over there. A few hours later, the network begins to function again, allowing you to check in with friends - but though within your half of the city it works fine, any contact with someone one the other half will be accompanied by a host of glitches and general communication difficulty.

On this side of the city, since Hope is here, the lights come back up quickly. The shops are still stocked with food, people are still resurrected when they die (though in Delight's temple, rather than Hope's), and things seem like they could continue as normal - except that on March 30th, anyone on this side of the city starts hearing strange noises. Loud, echoing sounds begin to come from outside the caves surrounding the city - thudding and drilling noises, loud enough in volume to be impossible to ignore. Shortly after that, Hope calls for help from the remaining residents: go with Rage and Delight into the caves, and use explosives provided by Rage (or your own powers) to collapse them.

There are, of course, still some monsters in the caves, though Hope's power keeps them from invading the city (the other group won't be so lucky). What's more, as you venture deeper into the caves, the drilling sounds get louder and more disruptive, until it's difficult to even think. But this is incredibly important - your lives all depend on it. You'd better just keep going.

For those who can't or don't want to venture into the caves, the city itself isn't entirely safe either. Fear needs power desperately, and so the gods have released their confinement of the Silent Hill Zone. Though it won't overcome the half-city again, there will be pockets of fog and Silent Hill monsters scattered throughout the city - all in the service of scaring you as much as possible. On top of that, with half the gods missing, Sorrow's garden begins to die, Tranquility's mopeds no longer run, Confusion's GPS has completely failed, and Love's brand new hot springs run dry.

Help out, run from monsters, get lost in the cave, worry about missing friends - just try not to let that drilling noise get under your skin. Something's coming. What are you going to do?

► This log covers March 28th-April 9th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you run afoul of a monster or accidentally collapse the cave on your head, please let us know here.

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inquisitor trevelyan ; ota

[closerift]

the wall (the beginning)

[ The other shoe drops, as they say. Cecily is out on a walk with Pup, jogging alongside the mabari, when the city's lights begin to flicker. The Inquisitor slows to a stop, withdrawing the bow that is always at her back, and the dog growls low in his throat. ]

Easy. [ She murmurs. She isn't Cullen, isn't the dog's master or person bonded to the mabari, but they are two pieces of a three-person family, and it's enough. Pup eases up a little, but they are both still on the alert. ]

What a surprise. [ Cecily grumbles, glancing around quickly. She begins to withdraw the communicator from her pocket when she catches sight of something that makes her mouth fall open in legitimate surprise.

A wall. And she wastes no time hurrying over to it, laying a hand on it; it's solid, a very real wall, and it has sprung up as if out of nowhere between one side of their city and the other.

Feeling a budding sense of panic, she finally glances over the phone. Dead. It would be too easy if they could communicate with each other.

Cecily stows the device again, opening and closing her marked hands as she thinks, and then dashes off in search of any others who were now, potentially, trapped on one side of a city of monsters. ]


silent hill zone & the city (throughout)

[ The monsters come. Another 'surprise.' The Inquisitor is ready, though, has kept up her training well enough to be able to combat them... though, not forever. Luckily, she hadn't been the only one to be left on this side of the massive wall that had divided Hadriel. Unluckily, then, the foggy piece of town that Sharon had created to try and free them all had begun to spill its nightmares into the rest of the place. ]

Bastard. [ She hisses as one of the creatures falls, writhing. She had been aiming at one of the beasts when another swiped at her from behind. Pup had seen fit to lunge at that one while she dealt with the first, but Cecily stomped on it for good measure all the same. The Inquisitor runs her tongue along her lips, quickly binding the wound to prevent infection. More people need help, especially with the situation being... what it is.

And what is that, exactly? ]

D'you need anything? [ Cecily calls, spotting someone else standing not far away. For the moment, they aren't being assailed by monsters, but that will undoubtedly change before long... Best to heal and rest while they can. ]


anywhere (anytime)

( leave a prompt anywhere, anytime during the event! )

silent hill zone

[unitas]

[ There are more monsters wandering the fog filled areas than usual, Sharon pressing into her ability to conjure and create in the areas to better assist Fear. It hasn't been easy and she's gotten caught in her own traps more times than she can count, even with friends or a walking pyramid to help her out.

When Cecily calls to her, Sharon wipes sweat from her brow, but when she catches a glimpse at the back of her hand, she notices it's not sweat but blood. That last monster had clocked her good. Her stomach swoons. ]

You wouldn't happen to have a healing trinket on you, would you? [ Not that she can't handle a minor concussion and a little blood (or a lot of blood, fucking head wounds). ]

[chantes]

( Leliana catches up to Cecily at the wall, and it's the first time she's physically seen her since her trip to Fear's temple. Living together you'd think it would be a difficult feat but Leliana's always been able to make herself difficult to find and incredibly busy. The knowledge that she'd gained from Fear, and the memories she'd had to relive, had managed to keep her very busy, with a lot to think on )

It spreads far.

( Leliana hadn't checked the network herself but had walked a little alongside the wall before running across her friend, the familiar dog beside her )

I think it was intentional.

Silent Hill

[amos_moses]

Not this time, I'm alright.

[Amos slinks out of the shadows, casting a nervous glance over his shoulder. The fog is eerie enough, the monsters worse, and he definitely doesn't want to get munched on from behind. Cautiously he extends his thoughts towards the giant dog at the woman's side, to see if it's a nonmagical animal he can talk with: he's never seen a dog like that before.]

Do you need any help, ma'am?

+1 One Little Frisk

[save_theworld]

[It's the default reaction of everyone, really. Go to the wall, stare in an almost muted shock at the barrier where city had once been, and slowly come to terms with the fact that it's gone. Or not come to terms with it. Start climbing, start digging, start blowing it up- there's a lot of sounds, along the edges of it. Most of them are fairly distant.

It's the default scenario, at the beginning of every little adventure. Frisk hears the wind howl and the rumbling crack of ground- and then they're alone.

You always start alone. But it's still you...isn't that it?

They aren't expecting anyone to come looking for them. Thing is, they're trying- almost every number they know, every monster. Asriel is here with them, somewhere. Have to go find him, soon. Everything else keeps bouncing back. Message failed. Message failed. Message failed.

They have something they need to do, but instead, there Frisk stands, forehead resting against the wall as they send the same futile texts, over and over again.

It's not helping anyone.]

31st

[unitas]

[ The fog zone Shadow's entered is the current one Sharon has taken residence in. There are a handful of monsters scuttling about, small child-like creatures that carry with them a sharp blade. They appear to roam together, one never far from another. They make soft, child-like sounds as they waddle about, hunting for their next victim.

It's Sharon that runs into them, as physically drained as she is mentally, and the creatures work like a team. One wraps it's small arms around her waist, a tight hug, while the other rushes at her with its blade, tiny feet stumbling so that it only falls for her, sharp blade only managing to cut through her upper calf. She screams and stumbles back in an attempt to wrest herself away but she's having some trouble.

Please help, Shadow. ]

Silent Hill

[amos_moses]

[Amos, terrified by the undead but unable to stay locked away safe when so many noncombatants are stuck with them, comes scrambling out of a patch of fog with a shambling monstrosity close behind. In a fit of panic Amos nearly runs right into Shadow: a last-minute sidestep turns into a trip which turns into a tumble, and he's down. The monster is still coming, gaping jaws wide.]

kanda yu . ota

[beanstalk]

the orchard

[ Well, let's just say waking up to a wall not even a hundred feet away from where you live is rather disturbing. Almost claustrophobic, even for Kanda. Too close for comfort, etc. So it was a nice way to force him outside after hearing and seeing how Fear had done fucked up.

Everything was naturally going to go to shit rather quickly with the panic and fear Fear was inducing by announcing his fuck up. Certainly one way to get back the power that he needed, in any case. Kanda wasn't trying to worry, though. While it was annoying to hear someone so self confident and assured as he assumed Fear to be just hide and run at the first sign of trouble, he'd still rather very much just be sent home.

"It ends here." Heh, wouldn't that be nice.

Still, necessities were going to be a priority while the shit show ran its course. He was already low on food, so with (bloodstained) burlap sack in hand, he's wandering through the orchard in search of those bittersweet oranges Adam had told him about. He was still curious given the fact that he had canned food and monster meat to go through first. ]


30th, caves

[ Okay, the loud thudding and drilling noises were rather disturbing. Honestly they shouldn't rouse his curiosity the way that they do. With Mugen in hand, he's making his way toward the caves. He's been somewhat deep inside of them (HEH) already, but not overly so to warrant fighting and clawing his way back out. He and Dean weren't that stupid in their attempt to map it.

Inside, though, as he's making his way in and deeper, he's definitely noticing that the sounds were getting louder. That would be his face contorting in either annoyance or befuddlement at the fact the source was getting louder, but nothing seemed to be in sight...]

Orchard

[amos_moses]

[Amos lurks in the orchard often: but currently he's not here to relax in the trees. He's taking a headcount of the nonhuman residents of Hadriel that are stuck here, and that includes the jays, who're mostly found in the orchard these days.]

[He runs across Kanda and his bloody sack and pauses, gaze jumping from the sack to Kanda for a moment of wariness.]

Looking for monsters?

Marian Tenebris | OTA

[einselective]

1. 28th - not long after the lights come back

The late late hours of the 28th hold a special kind of dread for Marian. She skips through not every night but many and she's known for hours now that something was coming. Something preventing her from moving past a certain time that didn't fall into any of the neat categories her PST tracker could detect. Maybe it wasn't anything major. But maybe it was.

So when the lights go out and sudden darkness closes in, she's got her flashlight in hand and tries, in desperation, to go back. It works... but there's nothing just the empty darkness of a vast, vast cavern.

She screams.

And in desperation tries going forward again, past the boundary of the event itself. The city is back, the lights are on... but running for it, the route back to the lab is very, very blocked. Wild-eyed, she stares at the rock wall, thoughts churning... and flashlight, still on, dead weight in her hand.



2. Early April - Silent Hill monsters = NOOOOPE NOPE NOPE NOPENOPE NOOOOPE

For days now, there's been an occasional incandescent flash of cyan light flicking once in a while in the streets as Marian flits back and forth in time to avoid the wandering abominations of Silent Hill. They're longer jumps, to hopefully ensure the path is clear, but even within an entire half city, space is still limited. And with the numbers of time intervals she's been to now, her global decoherence level (now showing an average of 5% across the available timeframe, according to her instruments) is uncomfortably high. Previous jumps from earlier in her personal chronology are going to start blocking her from successfully completing a jump forward. It's only a matter of ...time.

So earlier on in the month, perhaps she suddenly appears nearby in that blinding flash of light, stumbling a couple running-length steps before coming to a stop, staring around wide-eyed for new threats.

Or, just maybe, you happen to catch her gasping for breath but still running as fast as she can go down a clear, straight stretch of street. Not that far behind, some shambling, armless and faceless horror follows at an irregular but inexorable pace. Every so often she checks her watch but the small angry red light is still there. And that means... better run faster and go further.



3. Wildcard!

1

[unfollowing]

"Move!"

The sewing shop is right up against the wall -- because of course Emily had to check, her shop is her baby here, okay. She's checked the shop, putting some things in a backpack she'd worked on between bigger projects, and she's just started on her way back to get her friends together when she sees Marian with her flashlight, just... standing there.

"Holy shit, don't just fucking stand there!" Now is not the time to inspect the wall cutting them off from half the fucking city. Even Wolfie is tense and ready to spring into action, eyeing Marian with suspicion. "Get to wherever you're living or something."

Because, to be quite honest, Emily is expecting monsters or goddamn corrosive rain to fall from the cave ceiling.

2

[dylinquent]

Dylan's out because that's what they're supposed to do, right? Get scared? She's plenty scared and hoping this will do enough to get them out of this. A pipe in her hand and a small pack of gauze and other first aid equipment tied around her waist, just in case.

She certainly didn't expect that everything her family told her about taking care of injuries to be used here, like this. Well, no one can ever really expect to be dragged into a place like this, right?

Her path's stopped with a flash of light, something that makes her jump, makes her eyes widen. This place has already introduced her to so many new things, powers that were usually reserved for movies, but it's still not normal and her nerves are on fire, adrenaline pumping, so as Marian appears, Dylan yelps.

"OH. My god." If she doesn't have a heart attack before getting back to the first aid station, it'll be a miracle.

2

[amos_moses]

People appearing out of nowhere is a nerve-wracking experience.

Especially for people already high-strung as hell.

Amos stares at Marian for a wide-eyed moment over the barrel of his 1911 before he decides she's a person and not a monster. He's a little slow lowering the gun but his heart is going a mile a minute and his fingers tingling from the adrenaline rush, eyes wide.

"Sweet Mother Mary what the hell."

Rey.

[circumitus]

[ooc: Placeholder for starter comments. If you want to write up your own "wildcard" thingy, feel free to just tag here. Alternatively, you can hit me up via any OOC avenues if you want to plot anything special!]

29th; the morning after (House 1401 - CLOSED to Firo Prochainezo)

[circumitus]

When the last thing you can remember is having committed attempted murder on someone you barely know over something as trivial as a relationship chart, you're in for a rude awakening.

The events of the days following Love's arrival were still very fresh in Rey's mind, even as she snapped awake. The blood on her hands, the knife in her grip, Nick trying to hold her back and...

And that sure did happen, didn't it?

Shooting into an upright position, Rey blinks around the room. Her room. The closest thing she has to 'home' in this damned place. She's not anywhere near Hope's temple, where one would have been revived after death. That at least answers the question on whether or not she had been killed.

Still, it doesn't answer how she got here or what had happened. She gapes down at her hands, now clean of the blood that had stained them. Her fingers flex, trying to shake off the trembling nerves accompanying that gut-wrenching feeling of dread when she realizes how quiet the house is. Her roommate isn't here.

"...Nick?" Rey calls out.

No answer.

She starts to jump to her feet, but her knees buckle as soon as she slides out of bed and faceplants over the floor. The blankets tangled around her legs and waist, arms folded under her head to prevent a hard fall... Not that she could have made a more graceful landing when there's nothing graceful about this.

"F-fuck," she curses under a muffled breath.

30th; terror in the depths of the fog (silent hill zone - CLOSED to Danse)

[circumitus]

"Hello?"

Alone again. Typical. Rey isn't surprised when she's welcomed by silence when the fog rolls in. She can't even remember how long it's been there, or how long she had spent in the total silence by herself. For someone who really shouldn't be without company in her mental state, she sure has been wandering off on her own a lot.

You have no one but yourself to blame, the mantra reminds her. Of course. This is her fault. She did this to herself. Just like she worked herself up into despair when rage had sent her hurling herself towards Rose with a knife in the first place. In hindsight, she knows that woman didn't deserve it. Rey was justifying her own anger, needed someone to take it out on. Rose only happened to have made it easy when goading Rey the way she did.

Did she kill her? Rey still isn't entirely sure. Afraid to ask, or seek out the answer from anyone who might know.

Instead, she wanders. The fog is encompasing. It goes on for so long.

Where is everybody?

She must have been wandering for hours, holding her head occasionally when nursing the ache in her skull. It's easy to mistake the drilling noises for the hammering in her own brain. The strange noises for murmurs in the mist and dark of the city streets.

'Come with me,' one of the whisper says. 'You can tell me you hate them. You can tell me you love me,' it says. 'Won't that be nice?'

"Feel nothing." The words choke out barely above a whisper, shaky. "Feel nothing, feel nothing, feel noth--"

"What do you... feel now? Don't tell me you didn't feel something after that--"

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP," Rey screams at the silhouette in the fog, throwing her hands over her ears to block out that terrible memory of it. "I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING."

If she says it enough times, maybe that'll finally make it true.

April 1st-9th; blow up the outside world (tunnels - OPEN)

[circumitus]

After a few little mishaps, Rey was starting to get a better handle on this. You didn't have to be a demolitionist, but it certainly helped to have an idea on how explosions worked. Particularly when the explosion is yourself.

Leaving Rage's cache to the others who actually needed it, all Rey took were necessary amounts to leave more calculated deconstructions of the tunnels, which she packed in a bag tucked over her shoulder.

Brushing up a hand against the cool, stone surface of the cavern, she briefly consults Sorrow's blessing in order to assess the effectiveness of what she's about to do. She has to make this quick, before whatever's capable of killing gods end up here as well.

With the rustling and tapping drawing near, her eyes squint at the darkness. Deep red veins start glowing around her hand, stretching to her forearm and elbow as heat emanates around her skin. She's about to set off a chain reaction, but only until she figures out what's coming first. Already she has almost killed one person -- she doesn't need to do it again.

"If you're a person, you better say something now or forever hold your peace. If not, then..." She scoffs. "Well, just stay put."

Rey is just going to give it a mental count to three.

One... two...

Calanthe | OTA | March 28th/29th-ish. Alternately, whenever.

[pyralisit]

They should have known better, shouldn't they. Why should they have expected anything different? Those damn gods were always messing wit everything thy could get their hands on and Cal couldn't even tell this time if it was intentional until one of them complained about it. Even then, how much of that was he supposed to trust? How much of that was an act to make sure all of their abductees were on their side?

That wasn't even the part that he was concerned about. He could deal with some flickering lights or a damn wall. He'd been cut off before, he was a survivor. No, none of that even came close to the worst part.

Pell was gone. The place in his mind where he was supposed to be was empty. And nothing he tried could get through the wall. His first terror-ridden thought turned into his only thought: Not again, not again, not again! and he was tempted to give in and tear at what he could get to of the city until he found him--if he was even still alive or still there. He even made it as far as the damn wall--wild eyed and determined--before a cold despair cut through the fog of confusion. He would doubtless break himself apart before anything he did even caused a dent.

So he wandered instead, dazed. He couldn't even cry but he was still only half-seeing the place. If there were monsters or dangers he didn't care. How many times were they going to kill him without ending his life?

He could just never be happy. Monsters weren't allowed to be.

March 28th

[saltrock_imp]

Flick had been working late at the generator when it happened. When everything lost power and for a moment he'd thought he'd done something horrible. And then he'd felt it. Ulaume was gone. The connection he'd maintained like a loving buzz, always in the back of his mind, wasn't there anymore. He reached out, nothing. No Pell either. He'd run out, trying to make it home when he'd encountered a huge wall. Of course he had. Nothing in his life was ever easy. He should have expected it. This was going to well as of late. He hadn't been as scared as he was, and even with the incident will Cal, Ulaume was still there. And Pell. Things were bearable.

And now? The one har he'd come to rely on, come to love over a decade of love, friendship and working together, was gone. Severed. Dead? No, he couldn't handle that. Ulaume couldn't be dead. Just...seperated from him. Right? Right?

No, no Flick. It really was that bad. Cal was the only one with him.

Fuck.

He couldn't bring himself to talk to the other har. He didn't want to. He didn't want anything to do with him. Better let both of them just mourn.

Amos Kamiya | OTA

[amos_moses]

1. March 28th-29th Amos wakes to total darkness and for several minutes deals with his own sleepy confusion, before a backwash of animal panic sends him flying out of his blankets. He scrambles for his clothes and weapons, even as he flings his ability wide open and touches on all the animals in his range one after another, questioning, calming, gathering information in ways he's learned to translate from creature understanding to human words. At first it doesn't make sense at all. He checks the network but it's down with the lights.

With a flashlight and AK-47 in hand, Amos ventures forth.

When the lights come back on, Amos has prowled nearly the length of the wall.

Reading Fear's post is terrifying, honestly, but also galvanizing. There are things that have to be done, if they are all to survive this. And Amos's job is doing things people need done. He gathers up his gun and heads out into the city again.

2. March 30th Using explosives in a tunnel he happens to be occupying is Amos’s idea of a Really Bad Life Decision, but Hope’s called for action and Amos doesn’t think saying no is a good option either. What little he does know about explosives is ‘set it and run like hell in the other direction’ so that’s his current plan.

He says as much. “All I know is trip the timer an’ make like a bat outta hell. You got any better ideas?”

Also not getting eaten by monsters, that’s also his plan. He grimaces.

3. April 5th Amos hates dead things. Really hates them, because they’re gross and creepy and unnatural and gross. They also terrify the living daylights out of him for all the above reasons.

While this doesn’t mean he can’t fight them, it means he’s less effective than usual at it.

Which is why he’s in trouble now: preoccupied with the undead critter trying to eat him, a much larger monster lurched up through the fog and took a swing.

Amos fetches up against a wall, dazed from the hit and bleeding from a gouge on his shoulder. He scrabbles weakly, trying to get his gun back in hand and get back on his feet, head spinning and heart pounding. He doesn’t know he’s hurt yet.

Emily | March 30-31 (lbr she won't last long lmao)

[unfollowing]

March 28/29 - the story so far

The moment shit starts to go down, Emily is on high alert.

While it's dark, she sticks close to Wolfie, who is much better equipped to function in this environment. This is when she talks herself through some deep breaths, letting the sudden panic run its course so she can think. What are her priorities here? Get home, get the others together, make sure they'll all stay safe. When the lights come back on, she does just that.

She may be scared, but so are the others, and in a time of crisis, she can function, can marshal her thoughts, stay focused. The gods' conversations on the network are a lot to deal with, but as long as her friends are safe -- old friends and new friends -- she can do this.

They're going to be okay.


March 30 - text | closed to the Until Dawns

[When Hope calls on people for help, Emily's first instinct is to stay put with her friends, all normal humans like her. But then she remembers glyphcrafting, the magic Carlisle has been teaching her. She can design a glyph that acts like dynamite. She can do something for once, instead of sitting in the house like a scared, helpless little girl.

She draws a few different glyphs, studying each for the effects they could have, until she's satisfied. Her mind made up, she draws up a handful of copies of the glyph on sheets of paper, stuffs them in her bag with the other glyphs she's taken to carrying around, and heads out, sending her friends a message.]

i'm going to help in the tunnels. wolfie's still in the house. there's fog everywhere, so try not to go outside


March 30-31 - the tunnels | ota but no more than 3 threads, please!

Well, Fear's getting a good deal of power from her. Emily may have her tough girl face on, but she is fucking terrified, her heart hammering in her chest with every new sound from within the tunnems, her breath shaky but measured. This was a fucking crazy idea, but she's tired of feeling helpless. Tired o feeling sad. Tired of being afraid she or her friends could die at any minute. She can't help but remember the mountain now, how Matt never hesitated to stand by her side, or to take the lead when she was scared, or to risk falling from the fire tower when she was holding on for dear life.

She wants to be in charge back home, right? Well, nothing will prepare her more to face the unknown than to march straight into impending doom with nothing but some pieces of paper and a power that might not exist back home. The part of her that still believes she deserves to be punished for what happened to the twins now looks at this at both part of that punishment and a chance to prove she's changed since then.

So Emily wanders down into the tunnels, going as far as she dares before activating a glyph.

And another.

And on, until she's shaking with exhaustion, close to the exit (she hopes), only one glyph to go. She'll need help getting home, probably, but she won't waste energy on that thought. No. She pools her focus onto activating the last glyph.

Boom.

Sharon da Silva | Open & Closed

[unitas]

▍▍▍▍ I. MARCH 28th | OPEN | OUTSIDE

[ Everything seems to go to hell in one swift moment. The light goes out, the power goes out, and when she fumbles to check the network, she finds that it, too, is out. Sharon manages to rein in the panic that rises in her chest, quickly determining that this is likely just another manipulation from one of the gods (Fear, with how dark things have gone).

She makes way immediately towards the Silent Hill zone, the light on her phone guiding her way as much as memory. She's not going there for safety but rather the cache of goods she has hidden away. Weapons, food, water, clothing.

Approach her as she makes her way towards the zone, and she'll spin, pointing the light right in their eyes, other hand raised as if to ward them off (or set them aflame—one is far more likely than the other). ]

Hold the fuck up. [ Or, if they're a friend or known ally: ] Tell me you've got a clue on what the fuck is happening.

▍▍▍▍ II. MARCH 29th | CLOSED TO MELLO

[ Mello was separated from the only two people from his world here, communication between sides was unreliable, and she knew that this wasn't going to be the easiest of exercises for him. Who knows what could happen to Luke or Near? They're softer than Mello himself, capable, she knows, but at times she fears a soft wind or giant monster will turn them from weird adults to still weird but dead adults. And fuck if Mello wouldn't find some way to place the blame on himself.

Finding him on her side, however, has been an incredible relief for her. The reality of the situation is almost suffocating, especially after listening to the rest of the gods talk, especially after speaking with Fear. She feels sick to her stomach, all nerves and tightly coiled fear and determination. It's good he's here. It's good he's here because she won't have to worry about him.

And she won't have to die alone, if everything goes as south as Fear fears.

She breathes out a shaking breath and runs her fingers through her bangs, pushing them back out of her face, a nervous habit that leaves them messier than before. ]

It kind of feels like we're fucked. [ She can admit to Mello she's scared, even if it's not so outright. ]

▍▍▍▍ III. MARCH 30th-APRIL 9th | OPEN | FOG ZONES

[ The drilling, even deep in the fog, remains an audible, constant presence. A thumping, humming threat that, as time goes, becomes another facet of the environment; background noise. She has no need to move from the original zone to exert control over the new spots that have appeared but, if she doesn't move from zone to zone, someone may die.

And, so, Sharon da Silva is diligent. She does not pick a spot to focus her energy, knowing full well she may end up being the thing that intervenes before one of the monsters (her creations but born from the people that scuttle upon the ash-covered earth) cuts down some innocent just trying to generate fear. She doesn't need any more blood on her hands than she already has.

When she comes across someone, obscured by the fog, she'll give a sharp whistle using her thumb and middle finger. She's just checking if you're friend or foe. ]

March 28th

[foundafamily]

[Firo doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Things got weird back home, sure, but they never got this weird. All he can do is patrol the part of the city he can reach to make sure nobody he cares about is in trouble. So here he is, wandering aimlessly toward the first vaguely human shape he sees in the dim light from the long matchlike things he scavenged a while ago.

And then her bigger, brighter light is in his eyes, and he has to blink against it.

Out of reflex, he holds both hands up so that the lit match in one and the knife and the other are clearly visible--he has nothing to hide. It tends to be easier to talk to people when everything's out on the table. Of course, the flame is steadily creeping down the match, and he frowns as the heat comes closer to his fingers.

His voice is casual and conversational.]

Hello to you too. What's your problem?

Frisk | one ota, one closed!

[save_theworld]

1. [closed to Asriel- the 29th] | I can't help but fear I've done this wrong

[They're the only ones left.

It's not the most pleasant of revelations. Things are quiet between them; quiet, as they hold hands, as Asriel sniffles, as they make sure they eat and try to sleep somewhere; not at home, but an empty apartment, somewhere. Just a place that's safe enough, somewhere closer to where other people are. The first day is just- shock. The first day is running over information, the first day is trying to gather themselves. The first day is hoping, hoping, that if they ever get to sleep, everything will be fine in the morning.

It's not.

And they can't just...sit around and do nothing, right? It's a shared thought, something they barely have to speak about before they leave the apartment together, look to find what they can do together. Fear needs- he needs fear, he said. He needs fear to fix it. They need to try together. He needs fear, and they can provide fear.

They've both been in the fog before. And they were both looking for something back then, sure, but this time is a little different. This time it's... they have to try.

As it turns out, it's not all that hard to be scared, when you remember the vague shapes that haunted the corner of your eyes before. Lips pressed into a thin line, Frisk's silent- but their grip on Asriel's hand is tight. If something bad happens, they have to make sure they get him out first.

They have to make sure he's there, when Chara gets back. Even if they aren't.]


2. [OTA - the 30th onwards] | Cause seldom second chances come along.

They never liked loud sounds in the first place. This, though; the grinding of metal on stone, the loud screeches that echo through the cavern in increasing volume; they can't even pretend not to be tense. Once Hope makes his announcement, they have to act. Do something.

It's just too loud.

So perhaps a small child isn't the best choice for a demolition person, but with a backpack full of explosives slung over their shoulders, off they go. To sit in an empty corridor and carefully place blocks where they can, squinting down at fuses and triggers and uh- learning. On the job. In other cases, they can be found running from a beast or two; don't stop them now.

And in the most important of circumstances, the purple splash of Hope's blessing on their right hand might just see some use yet. Don't die out there; help is on the way.

2

[amos_moses]

When the child runs past him, Amos almost thinks he was hallucinating. The shriek of the humanoid monster following the small form brings him to his senses. He immediately raises his AK-47 and lets off a quick burst of shots. He doesn't wait to see the effect: as soon as he finishes firing, he bolts. Either the creature will drop or it will slow, and Amos isn't going to get monster-munched trying to see which.

He'll get some ground and then turn to fire again. It's a good tactic to use, and he's a decent aim. Enough bullets to central mass tends to drop most things.

Tiny Tina | OTA will match format!

[burn_all_the_babies]

( 1. The wall )

The moment Tina noticed the wall had appeared she kind of just ignored it. Thought that perhaps it was some kind of test the Gods were doing, what with those hot springs appearing. Why couldn't it be a drill or some kind? It didn't have to be something bad right? Only, after some time and several posts on the network only from certain people, Tina began to grow curious.

Wandering over to it, standing in its shadow with her hands on her hips. "Hmm... This is kind of a bummer..." She'd had her heart set on going to collecting some supplies from an abandoned building she'd found the other day. This wall was going to be a problem.

At first, she though to just blow a hole in it, so that was exactly what she did... Or that's what she was trying at least. As her grenades crashed and exploded into the wall, and the smoke settled Tina noticed that her weapons had hardly made a dent. It was beyond frustrating. Cursing, using words no little girl should know and taking her temper out by kicking her toe at the foot of the wall.

"Seriously! This is how yoo gonna do me!? Let me the hell ova!" With that little temper tantrum, Tina can currently be found trying to climb over the wall, a grenade held by the pin in her teeth.

( 2. Fog )

There had been some strange weather here in the cave before, but finding a random patch of fog was something Tina wasn't expecting. Originally she thought it to be some kind of gas? Maybe something to toy with the residents of the cave, so before walking through it, Tina picked up a pebble and tossed it into the mist.

Waiting for a few moments before taking a step forward. It was then that a figure started to emerge from the mist. A long and gangly shaped monster with its arms trapped in the skin of its own chest. Sure, Tina had seen some horrible beats and people back on Pandora, but something about this just felt ominous. "Kay~ I'll just be on my way now... we gud?"

Taking some steps backward as the monster gained on her. Its chest seemed to rip open and out flew a horrible smelling, corrosive liquid, only just missing Tina's shoe. The ooze bubbled and burned its way through the ground. Flailing its torso frantically trying to catch Tina and knock her over. "Whoa there buddy! Think yoo might wanna slow down!" Sure she was good with bombs and blowing things up, but she was pretty useless when it came to hand to hand, not to mention fighting a 6foot monster all by herself!

( 3. Tunnels )

Ah yes, this was what she'd been waiting for! A chance to get her hands dirty! Tina was one of the first to enter the tunnels, in fact, she actually ran into them! Her remote control rabbit bombs hanging over her back, what was left of her grenade launcher over shoulder and handfuls of small bombs she'd made up at the last minute. All that and then some she'd taken from the supply Rage offered, Tina was ready to cause havoc!

"S'CUSE ME! COMMIN' THRU!! AH~HAHAHAHAHA!"

2

[64th]

Cashmere hated everything about this. Most of the time she avoids monsters, considering herself to be retired from these sorts of situations. She'd spent her formative years training to fight other children, not crazy fucked up monsters. But! Hope had said the only way to not end up dead permanently was to power Fear and to destroy the caves. Blowing up the caves is beyond her skill set, but she can kill some monsters and be afraid in the process!

She hears Tina's voice before she sees her and when she gets closer it's immediately apparent that Tina has somehow found one of the might frightening, disgusting monsters that exist. Good job, Tina.

"Don't let it get any of that stuff on you," Cashmere warns. So helpful. "And watch out." Cashmere heaves a knife at the monster, landing the knife squarely in what she hoped was the monster's neck.

mello | after hope's post | closed to shadow.

[torrefied]

don't stop if i fall and don't look back. (the caves)

Mello never thought he'd see the day that found him organizing resistance efforts. Well - technically, he thought he wouldn't see past the day that marked his arrival in Hadriel, either, having resigned himself to playing out a violent queen sacrifice on the chess board between himself, Near, and Kira. But he has seen many days past that presumed last day - many of which have been painful, most of which have been strange in some way or other.

Some days, though, have been good. Some days have brought an impossible friendship that somehow deepened into something much more.

Some days, like today, have threatened to destroy everything that Mello has come to value: this impossible extension on his own life, something he has only just realized he wants to hold onto; the love for another that he has allowed to grow within himself. And if Mello has taken one lesson away from the harsh experiences of his relatively short life, it's an imperative to destroy that which threatens to destroy you - act first, and you're more likely to come out victorious.

So he's here, near the mouth of one of the caves, crouched to the ground and inspecting the stock of explosives provided by Rage for the task ahead of him and the others who have, like him, chosen to fight. His nerves are cranked to 11, but his mind is clear; this is where he excels - under pressure.

"There's one thing I need to know before we get too far into this, and because we're short on time, I'm going to trust that you're going to tell me the truth." Mello glances up at Shadow, nothing but grim determination in the set of his expression. "Why are you doing this? Why volunteer to work with me?"