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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.]
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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.]