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hadriel_logs2016-02-14 10:10 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-02-14 10:10 am
Event log: Who What Where Wendigo
Who: Everyone participating in the wendigo event!
What: The accidental-cannibalism-turned-horrifying-monster event that is the Who What Where Wendigo event!
Where: All around the city
When: Feb 14th-March 1st
Warnings: Cannibalism, body horror, evil monsters lurking around.
Don't forget to check up on the Wendigo Guide that Ami posted!
What: The accidental-cannibalism-turned-horrifying-monster event that is the Who What Where Wendigo event!
Where: All around the city
When: Feb 14th-March 1st
Warnings: Cannibalism, body horror, evil monsters lurking around.
Don't forget to check up on the Wendigo Guide that Ami posted!
On February 14th, Rage and Fear decide to give Hope a little bit of help taking care of the residents of Hadriel - they'll provide some food for awhile. How nice! Except, of course, that there's an extra ingredient in this food. A can of beef stew? Yeah... that might not be beef. But hey, it still tastes pretty good! Unfortunately, some spirits slipped through the Door last time it opened, and they're ready to possess anyone who participates in cannibalism - even if they don't know it.
Anyone who eats the provided meat will be possessed by a wendigo spirit. Over the course of twelve days, they will transform into a monster that feels little but rage and hunger. While at first it can be explained away easily enough (people are super annoying, and isn't everyone a little hungry most of the time?), by February 18th, wendigo transformations are impossible to ignore. A few days after, on February 22nd, the anger and cravings of the wendigo spirit will overcome all other emotions, and possessed characters may begin hunting.
The physical and mental transformation will be complete by February 26th. The possessed characters will have lost themselves completely at that point. While physical healing (done by a character with Hope's blessing or another healing ability) can turn back the physical and some mental effects, they will remain possessed until death or until Hope removes the wendigo spirit - which can only be done on the altar of Hope's temple. So have fun dragging your angry, possessed friends there!
On March 1st, Rage does Hope a solid (because she feels sort of bad) and kills all remaining wendigos. Upon revival, the spirit will be gone and the character will be fully recovered. Hopefully no one holds what they did while possessed against them!► This log covers February 14th-March 1st.
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It's Emily. It's Emily, still, not a wendigo, not yet, no matter what she looks like. He's simultaneously worried and frightened, but he needs to not act on either; stay focused, they have a goal here.
But he stays frozen, just for a moment, until he's sure that at least for now it's still Emily making the decisions rather than the wendigo instincts.]
H-hey.
[There's no hiding how scared he is, so he doesn't really try.]
Let's uh... L-let's do this.
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Is-- Is that you?
[At first he's just a shadowy silhouette, but then he speaks, and she knows it's him. She'll be blind by nightfall if Hope's cure doesn't work. At least she can still hear well. If nothing else, that reassures her some.
She walks up to him, joints creaking a little with every step. Despite the decidedly shitty posture for a human, she feels no discomfort from it. Actually, once the ache from each change passes, she's left feeling stronger and more agile.]
Okay, lead the way. [She's not bothered learning where Hope's temple is. Emily isn't much for praying, though these last few days have made her start to wonder if she should be.]
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[He stays where he is as she approaches, fighting the urge to at least back up if not run; it's a useless instinct anyway, because if she were going to hurt him his best bet would be staying still. But she does seem in control, and he too thinks that maybe they've got a chance.]
Okay. Stick close.
[For many reasons; because he's not sure if she'll get lost otherwise, because he needs to be able to keep careful watch on her, because if she strays at all and they run into someone else out in the city he needs to be able to intervene if they want to kill her or she wants to kill them.
He starts leading the way toward the main door.]
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She pauses at the door, both because she has to force away the thought of slicing off a chunk of Chris, and because she's hesitant to be in the light.
There are little spots of movement here and there, maybe a short sprint away from where she stands. She yearns to go after them, so accessible, so--
No. Shs has to follow Chris. Emily narrows her eyes and looks for Chris, his familiar gait easy to spot, and walks up to him, a little closer this time than before.]
I-- [No, don't think about food, don't even ask about it.] I look like shit, don't I?
[What a stupid question. As if it matters. As if it'll make her any less hungry. But it's a distraction. Irritation is better than hunger, though she can't quite ignore it.]
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At her question Chris glances toward her, wishes he hadn't, and then looks forward again to make sure he's leading them in the right direction. There's probably no good answer--there's usually no good answer to that question, turning into a wendigo or not--but...]
No way; you're the prettiest half-wendigo in all of the weird, underground cave city.
[It's a tiny joke, and would've perhaps been better if he could've affected a childish, impressed voice to go along with it, but he can't muster up that much levity.]
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[There's not as much verve to her voice as there should be. Even if she had been able to see him take a look at her, she wouldn't have snapped at him with the usual zing. It's hard to be herself when she's slipping away. Being outside, moving around, seeing movement like this--
And being so close to him, near enough that it's like the spirit itself can sense him, smell him, anticipate the moment her fangs will sink into his flesh and the way he'll scream and how the blood will--]
Uuh, so... so how far is the temple?
[Breathe. Focus. Focus.]
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[It's actually quite a distance; they have to pass several shops, the whole coliseum, some of the spires... It's a distance, and probably the main obstacle to just curing everyone and being done with. Definitely the main obstacle to curing everyone in their house.
But they don't have any other choice, so.]
It'd be great if like, Hope installed some buses or something.
[Keep making stupid, normal comments, and maybe this'll be easier; the more this seems like any other trip out, the better their chances of nothing going wrong. Right?]
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Because while you're thinking up stupid quips, Emily is... here, and not here. Drowning and surfacing. Chris's words sound like those songs that are warped or whatever so it feels like the music is moving around you when you wear headphones. It's infuriating, and it's disorienting and distracting and it would just be so easy to let go and let the wendigo take over--]
Fucking idiot. ... Should've put the temple right-- close to the houses.
[Her voice comes out a little scratchy, as if she's just come back from a concert, or as if the wendigo is winning. Same difference, right?
She reaches for his wrist, closing her long, bony fingers around it. His skin is warm and so, so soft. She could tear it with just a breath if she--]
Fucking moron.
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He's trying to think of something useful to follow up with in response to Emily's statement, definitely not disagreeing, but then he feels her fingers--only they're not like hers should be--wrap around his wrist. He freezes immediately, just as an ingrained reaction and not because it would do any good, since she obviously knows where he is, but...
Maybe she's just scared. Maybe her vision is bad enough that she's decided it's easier to hold onto him in order to follow. Maybe she--
His heart is racing in his chest, but he tries to sound calm when he speaks.]
You okay, Em?
[Please say yes.]
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He's not wrong, though. She is scared. But her fear isn't winning out. If it were, she'd be able to tell him what she should say. We have to run to the temple, we have to run because I am losing and I will not fucking lose do you understand me.
But his pulse-- she can feel his pulse beneath her fingers. She can't see him very well anymore, but she has him. He's not going anywhere now.
She drags her thumb along the back of his palm, the sharpening point of the finger catching a little on the skin but not enough to break it.
When she speaks again, her voice is a strained, raspy whisper. She wants to say yes, but that would be a lie, and even now, she dishes out the truth like it's her job.]
I'm hungry.
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Stay calm.]
I-I know. B-But once we get you cured, e-everything's going to be fine and...
[And she'll be able to eat something that will actually satisfy her hunger, without killing anyone. Like him.]
Come on, Em. J-Just keep it together a little longer.
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She tightens her grip around his wrist, as if this is the only thing keeping her from drifting off for good. It might be. She's not sure. Everything is hazy and he's not moving and she almost forgets he's even there except his pulse is so fast so rapid prey tastes better after a chase--
She can't stop it, can't stop the creature from baring its teeth at him. Her human ones must have fallen out or transformed or whatever it is that happens to them, because they feel longer than before (as they should be)--]
I can't--
[Her hand is shaking with the effort to let him go. She's not sure anymore if she can even win, but she promised, and sure she's got a mighty rage but she's not a killer.]
Chris--!
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He can't do it. Maybe he can if she's actively trying to tear our his throat or something, but not now. Not when she's still Emily.
All he can really do is try to keep her calm and so he speaks again, voice soft and forcibly calm.]
Emily, listen to me, okay? We'll just go back to the house and try again later. There's still time try again.
[They'll come up with some sort of plan, like they'd been trying to do originally, and then give this another shot. They just...
They just need to get back home.]
Come on, Em, you can do this.
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No-- [Her voice is breathy, almost as shaky as she is.] I can't. I--
[This isn't working, and time is running out, so she does the first thing that comes to mind: she shoves him away and screams.
The sound is half her, half wendigo, terrifying in its own right. The sudden movement has disoriented her, and without Chris to guide her, she doesn't know what direction the house is in. She can't go back, but she can't leave, either. At least in the house she knows they can keep her confined for a while, but out here, she could easily lose herself and kill the first person she sees. That's what the wendigo wants to do, but she won't go down without a fight. Still standing, she hunches over more, wrapping her eyes around her middle.]
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Which is for the best, really, because the wendigo half of that shriek prompts him to throw his forearms over his ears and duck his head, frozen in terror for a few seconds. But she doesn't attack just yet, and that gives him enough time to get ahold of himself, at least to the point where he can move to open his eyes and try to figure out where Emily is.
She hasn't run off, and he doesn't know why, but he has to make a decision; stay still and give himself a good chance of surviving but probably lose Emily in the city, or try again to get her back home. Chris desperately wants to choose the first, but he's already picked fear over Emily once before, and he promised he wouldn't do it again.
Okay. Get up.
He's shaking and his bad knee doesn't want to support him, but somehow he gets to his feet in moments and steps forward, grabbing Emily firmly by the arms. On some level--way below the combination of fear and determination that are warring for control of the situation--he feels a little guilty for touching her without permission, let alone doing so aggressively, but they have to get back to the house and the only way that's happening is if he makes it happen.
And that's all assuming he even can. It's assuming she isn't already stronger than he is, that she can't--or won't--just simply bite or claw a hole in him for getting so close, that he can possibly keep control of the situation long enough to get them back. But right now it's the only option.]
We're going, Em.
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But Chris draws her out of it, her and the creature. It's the wendigo that snaps her head up to look at him with wide, sightless eyes and bare her teeth and give a hissing growl. And then it's Emily who gasps as she wins this part of the struggle.
She nods, an angry sob shaking her whole body.] Hurry.
[She tries not to stumble as they go, but it's hard when she has to work so hard to stay in control. It's just-- he's right there, and she's so hungry--]
God, no-- [If she can just hold on until she's locked in her room again--] Shit!
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Okay. Okay, we're going to get back home, it's gonna be okay.
[It's half to himself and half to her as he walks as quickly as he can, turned awkwardly to keep a grip on her and his knee protesting, while trying not to just drag her; she's obviously having trouble walking and it makes sense why. She's trying to fight off the wendigo instincts, and she's going through that struggle so she doesn't kill him, which he really appreciates.
They didn't make it that far at all into the city, so it isn't a long way home; it only takes a few seconds of walking for their house to come into sight in the distance, and being able to see their goal helps. Hopefully it'll help Emily too, even if she can't actually see it.]
We're almost there, Em. Just a few minutes longer.
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Except she promised not to eat Chris, and if she does give in, she'll never get to see Matt again.
Emily has to take Chris's word on their proximity to the house. Buildings are vague, colorless shapes to her now, and she can't spare the attention to check the structures around her for familiar features. It takes all she's got to keep moving, her long limbs suddenly awkward as her humanity starts telling her this is wrong, her body shouldn't be this way, and she should absolutely not eat her friend.
The house looms closer, and her control wavers as much as her steps do. She tries to keep pace with Chris, all her injuries from her fall into and her journey through the mines no longer in issue now that her limbs are more wendigo than human.
She could pounce on him and tear him apart and satisfy this hunger--
And she does. Or rather, she does half of that, leaping into his side to knock him off his feet, bringing one clawed hand down to strike him. Emily emerges in time to move her arm just so and have her claws sink into the stone street.
She wants to speak, so he knows she's still here, but it's so much more important to fight the instinct to kill him.]
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It's in one of the moments where his gaze is fixed on the house that Emily suddenly moves and he finds himself on the ground, throwing his arms up in an attempt to block the claws coming toward him, but then she misses entirely and he isn't sure why but it doesn't matter.
It's fight or die now, and friend or not he's survived too much to let his desire not to hurt Emily to override the need to live.
He could shoot her. He has Mike's gun and he knows he's a good enough shot to hit her--there's an odd sense of underlying confidence there, not even a question of if he could manage it--but even now can't resort to that. She's still Emily, still fighting not to kill him and the least he can do is do the same. If he absolutely has to shoot her he will, but he has another option first.
Chris pulls the gun from his belt, but not to fire it; if she's still mostly human, maybe he can just knock her out. Everything in him still balks at hitting a girl--even if she's a girl turning into a monster--but he shoves that moral issue aside and rolls up onto a knee, then brings the end of the gun as hard as he can down toward her temple.]
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In Emily's case, she's not sure she's going to get killed, but she knows something is coming as soon as Chris moves. Whether that's because the wendigo senses it or the human does, the result is the same. As she feels the creature shriek in her bones, she focuses on the moving body in front of her that is Chris, and relaxes.
She thinks of how anyone else might have already killed her by now, or at the very least not have taken the risk of letting her out of her room in her state. She thinks of how she's yelled at every one of her friends who's here so far, even Sam, though that Emily can chalk up to the wendigo's rage. She thinks about Jessica and what she'd say if she could see her former best friend now. She thinks of Matt, who might just let her kill him if it came down to it. God knows she almost got them both killed on the tower.
It's stupid -- she has enough clarity to realize that -- because for all that Chris was ready to send her to her death on the mountain, she doesn't see him killing her. But maybe she's wrong. She's a monster, for fuck's sake. She just tried to kill him. Hell, maybe dying is the best way. Then he and the others will be safe, and she won't have ho fight this anymore.
Even though she can't truly see him anymore, she glances up at him as he raises an arm. She can't talk, but maybe he can read her anyway, how she isn't angry with him for his choice, just angry in general at this shit.
Then she holds still against the violent rage of the wendigo, and Chris's attack connects, and her world goes black.]
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He moves again, suddenly, struck with the need to check for a pulse or something to make sure Emily's still alive too, that he hadn't killed her accidentally. But she is and he sits back down again, wrapping his arms around his stomach and trying to breathe, starting to shake again. They're both alive. It's okay.
Chris doesn't know how long he has before she wakes back up, but probably not enough to get her to the Temple even if he could carry her that far. He doubts he could anyway; just getting her back to the house will be a struggle with his screwed up leg, but he can manage it. Just get her back to the house and her room, and it'll all be okay and they can figure out a way to try again. Everything's alright.
It takes about a minute before he can will himself to move again, still trying to catch his breath keep from just breaking down into tears; if he starts he won't stop, and there's no time for that right now. Later, once they're both back inside, but not now.
It's awkward, trying to figure out how to carry her, for so many reasons, but eventually he manages it, and the next several minutes pass in a blur until he's laying her back on her bed in her room and then retreating out the door, shoving the barricade back into place.
Back to square one, but at least they're both safe again. At least for now.]