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mayfield_rpg2012-09-07 01:27 pm
mayfield_mods) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-09-07 01:27 pm
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event: portal seven | the void
The final portal doesn't seem to be a portal at all. It's a glitch hole.
Located on the lawn of the library is a hole much like the ones that have plagued every new location for the past week. As with them, it hurts your eyes to look at too long, but even if you should muscle past the pain and stare straight into it, you can make out nothing on the other side. Nothing, save for a shifting, twitching, swirling void.
Unlike the portals, which were vertically placed like doorways, the hole at the Library is strewn across the lawn: if you want to enter it, you're going to have to jump. Of course, there's no guarantee it will even lead anywhere. Touching the hole or sticking your arm in doesn't have any effect: you'll pull your arm out unharmed. As far as jumping in completely goes, those who jump in disappear from sight. As long as you're on the Mayfield side, there's no way to tell what lies beyond the hole.
There's only one way to find out.
[ooc: Feel free to roleplay up to the point your characters jump in, assuming they do. A single group subthread will be created in a few hours revealing what happens on the other side.]
3/3
ineptway of expressing his gratitude. she didn't have to take the time out to shake him from his stupor, and she certainly didn't have to continue trying after it put her own life in jeopardy....well, now isn't the time to look a gift horse in the mouth.]
Do something to cauterize that. [it doesn't need to be said and he knows it, knows that she already knows his lucidity has mostly returned and that she definitely knows how to take care of herself. not even blinking at an injury like that, really-- even a stranger could draw that conclusion. he might be playing it up a little in his head without realising it though, empathetic to an uncharacteristic degree over a wound causing the sudden loss of an arm to use.
however, he needs to use his voice for something and he needs to assuage that guilt somehow even if it doesn't, not at all. he can't handle himself mentally right now, but the very least he can do is prevent himself from doing her more damage or putting himself into a position where even the thought of helping Diva would be a distant dream.]
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--ER...
Only after confirming the return of his sanity does she allow the tension in her body to drop a notch. A notch being more like 'a hair', but as well hidden as it was with her expression still frozen in unwavering concentration, the relief is nevertheless undeniably present.
As for how he's doing... It's awfully easy to tell when Charles is dealing with things he can't handle. (Maybe this further testifies she's spent too much time around him, for better or worse?) Instinct is to catch up and see what she can do to help even if she's aware that her own person must be the main cause of why he feels as he does now, but reason steps in first to remind her of her own condition - along with his words.
Actually, it might be his warning that finally draws to her attention that the missing arm is just that - missing.
...
It's not regenerating. The fact doesn't sink in with any shred of surprise, just... muted acknowledgement. She was aware of the possibility when discussing it with Merem during the start of the first hour. Only a complete idiot would chance to test it, so she still made sure to keep her distance - until it became necessary to act otherwise. Ah, so that's that. She's rather certain that she'll recover once they get back, but until then.
Her head lowers a bit, something of a half-nod. Hastening her pace to catch up with the rest of the crowd in the middle, she'll lift her right hand over her shoulder to stop the bleeding. Whether it's healing or through some spell is a detail no one needs to be concerned with, what matters is that it'll stop drizzling completely within a few beats. So that's that...
Eh, she'll just have to be even more vigilant and make better use of her good right arm until this ends. Catching up to Charles, now, her expression neutral.]
Can you tune it out? [he's obviously sane now, no need to ask anything to which she already knows the answer of. Let's skip the 'I'm fine' too, he can see that for himself. But if the voices are still being troublesome, she may be able to cast Suggestion on him to help blot it out. ...Up to him though, she's aware that with the state his current psyche in is, she can help as much as she can harm.]
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but his attention is still scattered and divided in a handful of different directions, which causes him to miss the relief that he might otherwise have noted. what he does notice is her being able to quickly and skillfully handle her own injury. there's a part of him that wants to ask how she managed it, but he's mostly just glad that the damage the void had done is fixable at all. the thought doesn't even occur to him that her arm returning is an irregularity in and of itself; the extent of her abilities that he had seen is something he holds close in his mind, but it had been equally natural for him to assume that anything eaten by the void would be lost.
he searches her briefly when she pulls up even with him, making certain that there isn't some other gaping hole he hadn't managed to catch sight of right away. when that doesn't seem to be the case, he shakes his head.]
Well enough. [would "embarrassing" be a good word to use in this situation? probably not, but it's what he feels, anyway. being a mental fortress is definitely not his strong point and it's humiliating that someone watched him get taken down so swiftly. still... he rubs his palm beneath his eye almost expecting to catch moisture there, and wonders how he keeps forgetting that fragile scars are easy to pick apart.
at least he manages to sound steady when he speaks up again, keeping their pace matched for the moment.] I'll be fine from here. [he doesn't bother asking the same of her.]
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let's skip the clowns tho
Ciel is the personification of a swiss army knife, charles. you should already know this!! But yes he can... ask her about it later, though the whole topic may be uncomfortable enough to best be never brought up again ever... And fair enough, he saw her regrow her heart, which is far more extreme than just losing an arm. He still knows far more than anyone else in town save for those from her world, that hasn't changed since.
Her head is held forward, but her sidelong glance isn't leaving his form.
...
The bubble doesn't wait however, neither does the drones. The edges are shimmering again, and unless people snap out of it, they really will risk getting overrun as time continues ticking by. She should get back on the front line...]
Mm. [A hum of acknowledgement, but.]
Charles. [She calls him out. There's nothing sympathetic or reproachful in her tone, just... As long as it can get him to at least briefly look up and meet her stare; even a split second would be enough.]
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among a vast number of other things...he does!! and he might even ask her about it later but really, the topic is already a severely uncomfortable one. this might be an occasion where his curiosity is overshadowed by his pride and the need to maintain whatever scrap of image he has left by this point. he'd sooner let the whole incident slip from mind (after checking to make sure none of the damage is permanent, of course).
now that he's back on a slightly more sturdy mental plateau he's able to keep up with the bubble's pace at ease again and turns to face forward, scanning the crowd for a few familiar people both as a distraction from the noisy chaos outside and partially out of genuine concern. she does catch his attention by calling his name though, and meets her stare with a curious look cast over his shoulder.]
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applicable to those too...oh dear charles, you know ciel doens't give a damn at all right... but it's ok, going at his own pace is important, hence on her side, she can wordlessly promise him that she'd never bring what happened today up in the future
unless he seriously asks for it, dire times call for dire measures....Either way, a glance is all she needed. The eerily cool and detached air is still in her eyes, as they've already settled ever since they first arrived. The cyan of her irises fade out to a paler shade. There's no telling if it'll be effective, but no matter the results, she would've at least tried.
Prioritize your own survival.]
Stay focused.
[Somewhat patronizing, all things considered, but given the situation at hand, it's the best compromise she can make between cautionary and caring. She doesn't linger after the Suggestion is supposedly cast to verify the results; mm, he's still quite capable. He should be okay now, and even if he wasn't...
She'll just have to stop him again, if any repeat threatens to occur.
With that, she hastens her step to resume her previous position closer to the front. The drones are entering more and more, time to get back to the 'usual' work.]
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after he gets his thoughts sorted into a proper working order again he'll probably be concerned about exactly that, sadly. being on uneven ground is upsetting! who knows when someone could call a favor in, being on constant edge is concerning okay
BUT that's obviously not at the top of his mind right now. prioritize his own survival, huh... not something he thinks about on the best of days, but the quiet presence of the suggestion itself helps to ground him and give him something to focus on. it should say a lot that his expression barely shifts even if he interprets the words as something patronizing; being aggravated in this situation would take valuable attention away. so with only a mild frown, he watches Ciel leave to the front of the barrier and turns his own attention back to the drones encroaching on their space.
he'd deal with everything else as soon as the immediate danger passes; in the meantime, he can only shove his concerns to the back of his mind and trust in Ciel's ability to manage herself as well as always even at a disadvantage.]