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DECEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!
DECEMBER 2022 TDM
UNFORTUNATELY ALL TOO STANDARD ARRIVAL
THE MISDIRECTED
FROSTQUAKE
CODING
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!
All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.
Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Man in front of broken glacial ice]
[Image Two: Human face and shoulders, dripping blood with flaking skin]
Prompt Two
[Image One: Monstrous Human with sideways mouth and eyes]
[Image Two: Solitary Snowy Forest]
Prompt Three
[Image One: Frozen Zombie]
[Image Two: Icequake!]
All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.
Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
Prompt One
[Image One: Man in front of broken glacial ice]
[Image Two: Human face and shoulders, dripping blood with flaking skin]
Prompt Two
[Image One: Monstrous Human with sideways mouth and eyes]
[Image Two: Solitary Snowy Forest]
Prompt Three
[Image One: Frozen Zombie]
[Image Two: Icequake!]
WHEN: Last Week of November/First Week of December
WHERE: The Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Body Horror, Frozen Wastes, Possible Transformations, Extreme Cold, weird offers of juice under suspicious circumstances?
WHERE: The Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Body Horror, Frozen Wastes, Possible Transformations, Extreme Cold, weird offers of juice under suspicious circumstances?
The Heart of Winter in Trench is no time to enter the city as a sleeper. The entire beach is fully iced over with a glacially thick sheet of ice. Numerous patches of thick ice and heavy snowfall can be found around town, though they are shoveled to leave the paths accessible. Where the previous year, skates were rented and offered to those who wish to skate, the ice flows are far too craggy and irregular to be safe. Instead, cleats are given to those who greet and bring the sleepers to shore. Holes are bored at regular intervals deep into the ice flows and lights are lowered down into the holes to give guidance to sleepers' approach. When Sleepers rise from the depths, they find themselves in small wooden enclosures to protect from howling winds and bitter cold, able to form their bodies there in relative comfort in front of a censor with rocks heated by coldblood-infused stones especially for the purpose.
Outside of the bitter, and vicious cold, arrival to the city is a muted, quiet and otherwise uneventful occurrence. There are no tides of monsters. There are no horrific things waiting for people who arrive. There is simply a bone-chilling cold that numbs the soul a little. To help the people as they arrive, not only are they given their backpacks but they are also offered thick mugs of cocoa to help them cope with the cold. It seems to be helping quite a bit, actually. Yet, something about all of this seems off. The people of Trench are nervous, and there is an air of uncertainty in everything.
SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK
Where normally there would be large food stalls set up and games, displays of beauty such as ice sculptures, the cold is bad enough that the people of Trench want not to be out as much as possible, and doubtless neither do the Sleepers. They are hustled and bundled from one small structure to another. Heavy winter furs that look reminiscent of great wolf pelts are given to everyone, especially those who have no clothing. But it is otherwise a strangely muted affair, though the people whisper of hope that the Shedding Ceremony is about to begin, and with it is the hope of new life and new birth in the City of Trench. In time, many will find that the symptoms associated with Madame Generosity's ceremony of shedding one's older self are in full swing throughout the month of January, complete with possible transformations and itchy, scaley skin conditions. Lovely.
Before every new sleeper leaves, however, a final gift is given. It is a small box, which contains a hand written note in scrawled black ink that is alarmingly similar to squid ink. This same box appears the morning of January 1st on the doorstep of every single home of a sleeper in Trench, without fail. If a person in Trench has strange accommodations, they nevertheless find this box where they would normally wake, or around a corner in the early morning with their name on it and no explanation. Inside the box are always the same items: 1 gallon of orange juice, 6 cans of chicken noodle soup, 4 boxes of tissues and what looks like an old world-war I era gas mask. The hand written note reads clearly 'DRINK THE JUICE!' Nobody in Trench seems to know why or who gave them.
Outside of the bitter, and vicious cold, arrival to the city is a muted, quiet and otherwise uneventful occurrence. There are no tides of monsters. There are no horrific things waiting for people who arrive. There is simply a bone-chilling cold that numbs the soul a little. To help the people as they arrive, not only are they given their backpacks but they are also offered thick mugs of cocoa to help them cope with the cold. It seems to be helping quite a bit, actually. Yet, something about all of this seems off. The people of Trench are nervous, and there is an air of uncertainty in everything.
Where normally there would be large food stalls set up and games, displays of beauty such as ice sculptures, the cold is bad enough that the people of Trench want not to be out as much as possible, and doubtless neither do the Sleepers. They are hustled and bundled from one small structure to another. Heavy winter furs that look reminiscent of great wolf pelts are given to everyone, especially those who have no clothing. But it is otherwise a strangely muted affair, though the people whisper of hope that the Shedding Ceremony is about to begin, and with it is the hope of new life and new birth in the City of Trench. In time, many will find that the symptoms associated with Madame Generosity's ceremony of shedding one's older self are in full swing throughout the month of January, complete with possible transformations and itchy, scaley skin conditions. Lovely.
Before every new sleeper leaves, however, a final gift is given. It is a small box, which contains a hand written note in scrawled black ink that is alarmingly similar to squid ink. This same box appears the morning of January 1st on the doorstep of every single home of a sleeper in Trench, without fail. If a person in Trench has strange accommodations, they nevertheless find this box where they would normally wake, or around a corner in the early morning with their name on it and no explanation. Inside the box are always the same items: 1 gallon of orange juice, 6 cans of chicken noodle soup, 4 boxes of tissues and what looks like an old world-war I era gas mask. The hand written note reads clearly 'DRINK THE JUICE!' Nobody in Trench seems to know why or who gave them.
WHEN: Last Week of December through End of January
WHERE: Outside of the Main Districts of Trench, the Wilderness
CONTENT WARNINGS: Horrifying Monster, Body Horror, Being Lost, Severe Disorientation, Hypothermia, Possible Death
WHERE: Outside of the Main Districts of Trench, the Wilderness
CONTENT WARNINGS: Horrifying Monster, Body Horror, Being Lost, Severe Disorientation, Hypothermia, Possible Death
There is no real warning about what comes. Somewhere in the last week of December, people just occasionally turn up missing. The numbers are never alarming, but they're greater than should have been expected in the month of January. Trenchies seem clueless to this, and the Hunters are left scratching their heads. They do not know what is causing the added disappearances, as none of the usual signs and warnings attend the recent uptick. This alone has them unsettled, and Trenchies begin to travel resolutely in pairs and trios everywhere that they go. The reason why becomes all too clear if one strays outside of Trench's main districts and wanders the roads between the districts or anywhere near the farms during this month and a half.
There is something out there. It can never be seen directly, but the sense that you are being watched is inescapable. Hints of a figure in the shadows of the trees are nothing new in Trench, but there is a definite air of malevolence to it, one that is obvious and pointed at your person the moment that you recognize that it is present and acknowledge its existence in any fashion or form. The creature is never there if you look directly at it, but if you happen to catch it more closely out of the corner of your eye, the horrifyingly twisted form of a human being whose eyes and mouth are turned sideways is barely visible, pointing at you!
This would be the time that many good hunters would attack, yet the creature is a slippery one. It never actually attacks directly and any time a person tries to turn to it, it is simply gone. Indirect attacks can cause it to flee, but it always comes back at some point, seemingly invulnerable to attack. What it does, rather than attack, is far more nefarious as its mere presence can be disorienting to anyone who encounters it. All sense of direction becomes lost, and the person can find themselves wandering further and further out into the wilderness, even if they were originally within sight of their destination. The more lost they become, the more that their mind descends into a fugue, one where concentration becomes worse and worse, and memory seems to slip away until they lose all sense of identity. The further out, the colder it gets, and the more the smell of rotten eggs lingers, fetid in the air.
The spirit is eventually identified by some of the Arcane Scholars as not being native to Trench, and they believe it is from somewhere much further in the north, from places far removed from this town. There are only snippets about one of their kind ever being encountered in Trench before, and the reports said it eventually became lost and left again, as will this spirit. It is indestructible and unkillable, as it is already dead. The only true defense is to, when the smell of rotten eggs comes along, to cover the mouth and nose completely. The burning of incense also helps, anything to block out the foul odor, which turns out to be the likely vector of its disorienting effect. If they happen to have a compass that unerringly shows direction from prior events, those too can be a protection of sorts finding their way back. If one travels too long out in the wilderness, though, there are fears that one might become as lost as the spirit and die in the wilderness, ultimately sharing the fate that brought it into existence. Even those who escape the spirit's wrath may have lingering memory issues, though those should pass over the next week.
There is something out there. It can never be seen directly, but the sense that you are being watched is inescapable. Hints of a figure in the shadows of the trees are nothing new in Trench, but there is a definite air of malevolence to it, one that is obvious and pointed at your person the moment that you recognize that it is present and acknowledge its existence in any fashion or form. The creature is never there if you look directly at it, but if you happen to catch it more closely out of the corner of your eye, the horrifyingly twisted form of a human being whose eyes and mouth are turned sideways is barely visible, pointing at you!
This would be the time that many good hunters would attack, yet the creature is a slippery one. It never actually attacks directly and any time a person tries to turn to it, it is simply gone. Indirect attacks can cause it to flee, but it always comes back at some point, seemingly invulnerable to attack. What it does, rather than attack, is far more nefarious as its mere presence can be disorienting to anyone who encounters it. All sense of direction becomes lost, and the person can find themselves wandering further and further out into the wilderness, even if they were originally within sight of their destination. The more lost they become, the more that their mind descends into a fugue, one where concentration becomes worse and worse, and memory seems to slip away until they lose all sense of identity. The further out, the colder it gets, and the more the smell of rotten eggs lingers, fetid in the air.
The spirit is eventually identified by some of the Arcane Scholars as not being native to Trench, and they believe it is from somewhere much further in the north, from places far removed from this town. There are only snippets about one of their kind ever being encountered in Trench before, and the reports said it eventually became lost and left again, as will this spirit. It is indestructible and unkillable, as it is already dead. The only true defense is to, when the smell of rotten eggs comes along, to cover the mouth and nose completely. The burning of incense also helps, anything to block out the foul odor, which turns out to be the likely vector of its disorienting effect. If they happen to have a compass that unerringly shows direction from prior events, those too can be a protection of sorts finding their way back. If one travels too long out in the wilderness, though, there are fears that one might become as lost as the spirit and die in the wilderness, ultimately sharing the fate that brought it into existence. Even those who escape the spirit's wrath may have lingering memory issues, though those should pass over the next week.
WHEN: First week of January
WHERE: Anywhere around Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Natural Disaster Horror, Frostquakes, Falling Peril, Sinkholes, Fear of the Dark, Frozen Zombies!
WHERE: Anywhere around Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Natural Disaster Horror, Frostquakes, Falling Peril, Sinkholes, Fear of the Dark, Frozen Zombies!
At first you think you're being treated to something spectacular! There's a small scale aurora that shows itself in the sky over your head. It's breathtaking and quite stunning to behold. The truth of the matter is all too real almost immediately afterwards however. There is a dull, booming crack as the frozen ground underneath your feet breaks and shudders, giving way! It's an earthquake, or more accurately a frostquake. In and around the city of Trench, as the temperatures shift in the dead of the cold of the Bone Moon, ice flows and patches of snow shift and compress against the ground, causing localized earthquakes to occur.
These frostquakes can damage buildings, causing items to fall, breaking plaster and the like. They are not, however, strong enough to do permanent harm to the buildings unless they are themselves structurally unsound. Each of them is localized, their experience not traveling more than two city blocks way each time one strikes. However, if you are unfortunate enough to be outside when it happens, they have an alarming habit of striking under the feet of unwary sleepers. Every time one of these frostquakes occurs, a patch of ground opens up temporarily into a deep sinkhole!
Falling into the hole can be an unpleasant sequence of events, but the ground beneath is littered with snow and something soft. Though banged up, the sleeper should be able to survive the fall intact. It's getting back out that is the problem. The walls aren't sheer, but it's a difficult climb. A rope can be thrown down, but it's very dark and cold in the space, making it hard to see much of anything. The real danger lies in the fact that they find that they are not alone! The 'softness' that they landed upon turns out to be a small number of other unfortunate souls who once fell in a prior frostquake, their bodies freezing to death long ago and rising as undead, waiting for an opening to escape. They attack blindly and though they can be defeated, they are still quite strong. Unlike some zombies, they do not hunger for flesh, but for the escape from their icy tomb and will do anything to crawl their way out, where they can wreck havoc finally on the living! Better deal with them quickly!
These frostquakes can damage buildings, causing items to fall, breaking plaster and the like. They are not, however, strong enough to do permanent harm to the buildings unless they are themselves structurally unsound. Each of them is localized, their experience not traveling more than two city blocks way each time one strikes. However, if you are unfortunate enough to be outside when it happens, they have an alarming habit of striking under the feet of unwary sleepers. Every time one of these frostquakes occurs, a patch of ground opens up temporarily into a deep sinkhole!
Falling into the hole can be an unpleasant sequence of events, but the ground beneath is littered with snow and something soft. Though banged up, the sleeper should be able to survive the fall intact. It's getting back out that is the problem. The walls aren't sheer, but it's a difficult climb. A rope can be thrown down, but it's very dark and cold in the space, making it hard to see much of anything. The real danger lies in the fact that they find that they are not alone! The 'softness' that they landed upon turns out to be a small number of other unfortunate souls who once fell in a prior frostquake, their bodies freezing to death long ago and rising as undead, waiting for an opening to escape. They attack blindly and though they can be defeated, they are still quite strong. Unlike some zombies, they do not hunger for flesh, but for the escape from their icy tomb and will do anything to crawl their way out, where they can wreck havoc finally on the living! Better deal with them quickly!
QUESTIONS!
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Maybe it's the other place, instead.
He's trying not to think like that.
When he manages to adjust to the sensation of drinking again (an odd one, when you've been dead for over a decade), and warming himself from the inside out, Ben gets to work helping out. He brings cocoa to shuddering, wide-eyed people, finds thick fur coats to hand out. The snow and ice makes it all difficult to move around, but he winds up with some cleats on the bottom of his shoes, trekking carefully out onto the ice. He crouches down next to one of the boxes that have been lugged up, listening with a knit brow to the wrenching coughs coming from within.
"Hey— I'm here. It's okay." He gives his fingers a soft tap against the wood, like he's making contact. "I'm here to help you. Can you feel your body? Move it?"
If he's not ready to come out (not done being... reshaped yet), Ben'll try to talk him through it. Or it could be that he mostly looks like a person again, in which case he'll get him out.
Kururu Isshiki (AU) | Higurashi Rei
When she’d been pulled up out of the ice, she’d been afraid and overwhelmed, yet the feeling of panic that she should’ve felt upon waking up in an unrecognizable place was strangely absent. No, instead, while she’d still been scared of the freezing cold and the ice around her, she’d known one thing for certain: that this place, this world… is where she belonged, and where she was meant to be.
…She’s not stupid. She knows that what she was feeling is unnatural. But that unnatural sense of belonging, and the transformation of her body that she recalls in brief, vague moments, makes it clear that this whole situation is a distinctly supernatural one. And when she’d realized that - it was frightening. Her mind raced with sudden questions she doesn’t have the answers for, anxieties and possibilities spiking in her mind and eating away at her, even as she’d smiled and dismissed the person who’d saved her with a cheery wave.
Now, alone, she can only come to one conclusion:
The Holy Mother wanted her here. She must’ve sent her here, for a purpose she can’t yet see. In a strange way, it fills her with pride, that she would be chosen for such an important mission - yet fear and loneliness bite at her as well, causing her trembling to worsen. She misses Inori. Misses Papa. Her whole family… to be separated from them like this is a fate she feels she’s not ready for.
But she’ll endure. If this is her trial, then she won’t let her family down.
As soon as she reaches that simple conclusion, all of her fear evaporates like mist. She’s confident that her evaluation is right, and that she has a role to play here, so there’s no use in being lonely, or wishing she was back home. But… the people here. Can they be trusted?
Polaris forbids communication with outsiders, because they’re stained with corruption. In that sense, it makes sense that the people here would be just as untrustworthy. But this is an entirely new world – what if things are different here? She doesn’t know what the Holy Mother wants from her, or what she’s supposed to do. She’s already decided that she won’t trust blindly, but…
All of a sudden, the cup of cocoa she’d accepted feels like a condemnation.
Just as she places it down beside her, she hears the sound of someone else approaching. And so, with a smile on her face, she decides as quickly as possible to do what she’s always done. ]
Hiiiii! Did they send you to come get me? I’m Kururu, nice to meet you! ☆
[ ooc: Wildcard responses are welcome too! Since Higurashi Rei is still ongoing and there's a fair amount that hasn't been revealed yet about the plot and characters, I'm using an AU version of Kururu with my own interpretation of what's been left unanswered in canon. Replies may be slow since I'm ill at the moment, so apologies in advance for that! ]
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Just as she was looking over the fresh batch, noting that everyone seemed alright, she noticed that a girl like herself seemed to isolate herself from the others. There was a smile on her face, but Ochako could feel the anxiety radiating off this young woman like small waves. She was shaking, and there was no way that was because of the chill - it was far too warm in the welcoming areas for that. No, this was a different kind of shake, so she approaching - quiet, but not too quiet as to spook the poor thing. When their eyes meet, Ochako offers an honest and warm smile.]
Not quite, but I noticed you seemed a little paler than the others. Are you okay, Kururusan? I can get more blankets, or another sweater for you. Ah!! Sorry, my name is Uraraka - Uraraka Ochako. Oh, ah...heh...l-last name first. Uraraka is my last name.
[Since not everyone knows the Eastern way of greeting with family name first.]
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carver hawke | dragon age | coldblood
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What do mean am I gonna drink the juice? Already drank mine. It had my name on it.
[there are a lot of things she can turn down - a lot of things that seem relatively suspect. free food and drink? yeah, not one of those things. also her skin was itchy, so she thought maybe it'd help? but have a huge grin before she launches herself at you, carver. you are getting a hug. it's happening. bring it in.]
Are you gonna drink it? [implication: she'll take it.]
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A thready, soundless, angry young voice that doesn't seem to have a source or come from any particular direction rises.]
<Hey! Watch it, that one's mine! I can't believe you people!>
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he does need a second to be impressed. here's a guy who could give even the club captain a run for his money. (one day, muscles, he'll have you too. the dream.)
carver's hand is grasped, good because his sweater is really starting to stretch.] Thank you. [that's offered to carver, though he turns to look at sweet pea and offer the same nod of gratitude. ever since meeting ezra's dogs he's been trying to be better about talking to the animals too. so many are just as smart as humans here anyway. maybe more in some cases.
regardless he's happy to get out of hell hole thanks, though a glance over the edge when he's finally on his feet-]
Oh, something's moving down there. I think someone fell. [or zombies. trench things TM]
Eve | OC| Warm Blood
✧ INSIDE THE WOODEN AREA
[The sensations between comfortable silence to very cold, salt water will be felt. It was difficult to determine when that changed occurred. It simply did. One minute she was escaping from her prison, the next she found herself in the warm expanse of a large body of water. It was salt water, no less. How did she arrive to such a place when she was somewhere else? All she knew was -- she didn't have much time left. An entuned feeling of knowing what is going to happen next while all at once having no idea either. It was a funny feeling.
Her body will automatically respond just as she was getting closer to a hole above her. Hands will grab on while the rest of her body quickly pushed herself out in one swift movement. Coughing out salt water she didn't know was inside her body. How did she not drown? Whatever the case, the first thing her senses will realize was -- she was naked and wet (not in the best way).
Her attention will be in her surroundings realizing this was not part of VOID. This was somewhere new because of one detail alone -- VOID isn't kind to those who escape. This place just felt...comfortable.
Eve will slowly find her footing and try to rise up from the ground; cautiously making sure her body was capable of doing as much.]
Whoever is here, show yourself! This is your only warning.
[She'll be glaring towards the area while her eyes begin to slightly glow a light red. At least the area felt warm, but something told her it wasn't there as a simple decoration neither.]
✧ OUT TO THE CITY
[She should have expected this turn of events. There was a fucking snowstorm outside whatever wooden area she was previously in. Eve can only chuckle at the irony of the situation -- she has her freedom but in the vicious cold without her supplies. This was too much of a good bad joke! Definitely not VOID playing a sick experiment again.
Eve will follow the paths without a second thought, as though she was wearing clothes. It didn't take her long to reach the city especially when she used her agility and flexibility to jump as high as she can to touch the snow as little as possible.
In no time she'll find her way to a used area, it looked like a city except different. Or it felt different, anyway. She hasn't been to an authentic city yet. All to avoid capture in her previous life. She'll notice the given supplies. The wolf pelt was the first thing she takes along with the backpacks. Which she'll be checking out almost immediately, in hopes of finding shoes to wear. Being naked wasn't an issue for her, being used to it at this point.
Whoever decides to get close to her will be met with her pocketknife being pointed toward them with every intention to kill. If they so happen as move, she'll attempt to cut their throats but if they speak now all they'll be met with is a side glance of her glowing red eyes.]
You got answers; you have until the count of 3 to give me a short and sweet summary of the situation. I'm now in 2...!
[Talk fast or there will be an attack.]
✦ FROSTQUAKE
[Eve only needed to survive -- that was her only goal. Which she'll fight tooth and nail for. This was her opportunity to live a decent, almost normal life. A big if on the almost part.
Her red eyes will roam over the sky for a single moment to notice the brightly greens, yellows, and blue lights. This was her first time seeing something so breathtakingly beautiful that for that single second she'll lower her guard.
A big mistake, on her part, especially now knowing the type of world she was in.
The world will begin to violently shake underneath her. Quickly recognizing it to be an earthquake, in which Eve will stand her ground and watch her surroundings to make absolute certain nothing falls onto her. It won't be long until she realizes where she needed to be the most alert over -- the ground below her.
It all happened in less than a fraction of a second where she finds herself falling. All she could do was brace for her fall and protect herself as best as possible.
Good thing she was highly trained as much as to assassinate but to defend her own life. She'll find herself landing on something soft onto her side. It should hurt like hell but for Eve it felt a little too good.]
Oh, fuck...that felt good...shit!
[If it felt good to land, does that mean she broke something? She'll begin to wiggle her toes, her fingers, and try to move her legs only to find her non-dominant arm was the issue. A moan will escape as she realizes it may be hurt, but it was always tough to tell the amount of damage due to her body confusing pain with pleasure.
Cautiously getting onto her feet, she'll look around for anything to use as a splinter for her injured arm just in case, but there was no time to think when she begins to hear a strange sound
It sounded very close. Too close for comfort. Then she will begin to feel movement underneath her as something grabs her leg. Without a second thought, Eve will stomp on it to quickly move as far away as possible. Her gaze will land on the corpse that will begin to move after being momentarily stunned. A glare will be given as Eve slowly tries to escape as quietly as she possibly can. Only issue was -- the moans and movement will begin to grow in numbers. Where did she exactly land on? All she could do was get her garrot wire ready to be used if any of those corpses happen to pop up behind her while her injured arm will be used as defense for those in front. Not the best time to check the state of her injured arm but she was now forced to check just how fucked up she is right now.]
arrival — out to the city
It becomes his focus. Answers will come later — hopefully — but for now, there's work to be done. He finds warm furs to offer to other newcomers, helps coax people who still struggle how to use their legs find safe places to sit down. Hot mugs of cocoa are carefully tucked into their palms, and he helps them remember how to drink, if they need a reminder.
He ventures a little further into the thick of things, bundled up in a warm coat, still stunned by the fact he can feel the cold at all. Being dead for over a decade, you get used to everything being numb. He's not a ghost here, though. He's not sure what he is.
When he sees a young woman nearby, nude and roaming, Ben moves towards her with a robe draped over one arm. He can get her something warmer than that soon; for now, best to just get her covered up at all. Only he suddenly finds himself on the other end of a pocketknife, eyes widening in surprise — and a kneejerk pinch of terror. Not of her but for her. His other hand moves to the front of his clothing, fingertips curling there against his stomach, knuckles tensing. The horrors within him are especially restless in this place, and he can't control them if they burst out. They will, if she's threatening enough. If she strikes him. He catches the way those eyes glow red and his voice comes out strained, even if soft. )
I don't know either. ( He's quick to say, giving his head a shake. ) I just woke up here, too. It's okay— I won't hurt you.
( It's a lie beneath the surface and his jaw tenses, but he keeps his composure. He has to. )
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Arrival - out to the city
However, he is a paleblood and his patron is Dorothea. A combination that, with her growing sickness has spreading this month to her Sleepers as well and leaving them feeling her extreme fight or flight panic 24/7 and palebloods suffering paranoia and anxiety as well....
Well, that fight or flight kicks in hard the moment she draws that knife. He'd rounded a corner quickly and stumbled upon her, really, surprising him almost as much as he likely surprised her. He stares for a moment because Suddenly Naked Girl (in the city! not the beach!), his arms full of groceries and a bright gold birdlike creature following over his shoulder. She draws the knife, he drops the bags of groceries as he inhales sharply and--
And, well. He doesn't think, he just reacts. Something he'll feel terrible for very quickly.
A brilliant while light erupts in a line from his left wrist, licking up his arm and around his shoulders and down the other arm. They quickly form into a feathery cowl and ethereal cloak while that left hand becomes claw-like and bladed. An avenging angel, with the way the light becomes wild and unruly feathers at the tattered edges of his cloak. Monstrously transformative on a dime, terrible and utterly beautiful. Delicate and gentle juxtaposed with wicked and deadly.
Except he just drops into a low crouch, sweeping his leg out with a savage kind of strength and certainty to try and knock her off her feet before she's even finished speaking or the bags have hit the ground. ]
and now it begins naked girl vs glowing angel of not!doom cw: slight mentions of sexual abuse
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Ben Hargreeves (season 2) | The Umbrella Academy
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( This is OG Ben, aka the dead one. Canon point is at the very end of season 2! )
gonna go with around end of S2 re: canon point
His powers are another issue; something that comes so naturally to him now with all his years of practice is... well, janky. It sours his mood, teleporting here and there — sending him into tents at times. Only this one makes him stop. When he turns to offer flat, irritated apologies before he walks out to the occupant, he stares widely at the familiar face before him. ]
Ben. [ Five inhales, straightens. His jaw slack for a long moment as he takes in the form of his sibling. He's caught off guard, and it's a feeling that sits uncomfortably with him. He fights the urge to curse, and loses: uttering the softest holy shit under his breath.
He hasn't seen his brother in decades. He'd been alive, but then he'd discovered he'd died thanks to Vanya's book. There'd been a moment, in the Theatre — maybe a glimpse of him, he thinks. He swallows, his jaw tightening and brow furrowing as he silently recollects himself. Alright. Ben is here. Alive, by the looks of it. Seems pretty usual, considering the family. ]
Yeah, I can see you. [ Voice hushed, he nods briefly. ] It's good to see you again, Ben.
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Sunny | Omori | Paleblood
[A variety of sensations fell over Sunny like a wave. He was freezing. He was submerged. He was... His body was Something else.
While he was accustomed to the oddities of his own mind- this was something else entirely. Panic began to overwhelm him at the thought of drowning. Somehow he knew that there was no one who could come save him this time. No Mari. No Hero.
He choked out a burbled cry before trying to make his way towards a light that pierced his peripheral vision. Calm Down. Focus. Persist. Persist. Persist.
The surface of the water broke as Sunny thrashed out onto the ice, scrabbling upward as he adjusted to his... form? His own body? Somehow it felt... right. The moments before he was violently aware of the freezing cold water, at least.
Wherever he was now was warmer than down there had been, but it took him a solid few moments of breathing and clasping his chest to abate his terror to recognize that he was in a small wooden cabin. And he was naked, there was unfortunately that as well. He curled up on himself, not liking the prospect of leaving this room in this state.
His right eye ached- or what was left of it, reminding him he was supposed to be in the hospital. The idea of thinking about that too much was somehow even more unpleasant than dwelling on his current predicament.
Sunny sat there for a while, warming and drying himself, before he stood and stared at the door. He hesitates, before he knocks on it. Likely futile, since it was an exit to the outside world.]
Is... there anyone out there?
[His voice is low, quiet, and a little rough from years of simply not speaking at all.]
II. Frostquake
[Once Sunny had gotten wrapped in warm fur and treated to some cocoa, he was feeling a bit better. Confused, but not as stressed as he'd been. The place he found himself in was... Interesting. Though it wasn't liken to anything he'd come up with in headspace, it had a familiar otherworldly quality to it. Enough to make him want to explore the area, despite the cold.
There wasn't anywhere else he needed to be anyway. Nor was there any place he wanted to be.
So far he'd not seen anyone have a chasm opened underneath their feet and it wasn't something he'd been expecting to happen. When the ice began to shake beneath him, he blinked and glanced downward placidly, not knowing what was happening. By the time he realized that it was Bad, it was too late. His reaction time was straight up awful from years of inactivity and the hole in the ice swallowed him.
There was only an instant to feel fear as he plummeted, before he hit something soft. He was fine; maybe a little bruised. This felt like something that would have happened in headspace, he thought, before looking down and finding himself unable to see much in the darkness.
He looks back up again at how far he'd fallen and the sheer, unscalable ice cliff that stood before him. There was no way he was climbing that.
Sunny took a breath, and tried to remain calm at that knowledge. He also had to summon all the air in his lungs to try to yell out.]
I- I fell.
[Despite his effort it really doesn't come out like a shout, voice coming out soft and flat. He tries again.]
I need help.
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wandering and spacing out, which may be an even more foolish thing to do. in fact he nearly walks into a hole, stopping short with a blink. he catches sunny's voice before he even looks down, crouching to look into the crevice.]
Oh, I can- [crack.
mob doesn't have much time to think before a further part of the edge crumbles, making him tumble and land in the pit with a thump against the surprisingly soft floor. he blinks once, expression never moving beyond much more than mild surprise. his scarf flops in his face and he slowly moves it down before looking at sunny.]
Are you hurt?
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Yes, there is! My name is Tomoe Hotaru. I've brought some hot cocoa to help warm you up.
[ It's still nice and toasty in her hand. ]
And blankets!
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Mozenrath | Aladdin: The Series | Warmblood
[The sun rarely shines in the Land of the Black Sand--some extension of the curse, probably, that made the sand black in the first place, but none of its rulers since then have ever cared to try and reverse it. Why would they, when it's such an effective deterrent against invasion, and it looks so fucking metal?
Like most deserts at night, it gets cold, far more so than its bordering lands. Mozenrath has long been used to bundling up for warmth when everyone in neighboring Agrabah is waltzing around in crop tops and open vests. But never has it been like this. He can't even think as his body begins to remember its humanity, can't do anything but huddle next to the censer and try to find some balance between the urge to hyperventilate and the way that makes his lungs seem to fill with knives. But it's probably good for him, all things considered. The longer he's distracted from the realization that his magical gauntlet is gone and the exposed bone of his skeletal right arm is on display, the better.
Funnily enough, once he has recovered the gauntlet and all his many and varied layers of medieval clothing, he's quick enough to settle in. The soup-and-juice delivery gets nothing but a raised eyebrow, and a disdainful snort at whoever is nearest.]
Oh, sure. Like I'm really going to fall for that. In Getzistan, they call this "schmuck bait."
II. Frostquake
[The indignity of this whole situation is just too much to bear. Mozenrath has been successfully dodging the roaming, malevolent, semi-sentient sandpits of his homeland since he was seven years old, and just because this one happens to be made of snow and triggered by a frostquake shouldn't make it an exception. He should have known better. This whole miserable place has him completely off his game.
At least his undignified landing is soft enough, but there's something that just feels unsettlingly familiar about it. It's not the sensation itself ringing any bells--not even Destane had been quite so cruel a professor of necromancy as to make his apprentice roll around on a pile of corpses--but the energy of the dead is almost tangible, even before they rise and begin to claw at his face and clothes.]
Stand down. Stand down!
[Never has Mozenrath been faced with an undead mob that wouldn't at least pause at his command, but then, zombies work a bit differently when one hasn't made them oneself. It's not working. Passersby may notice odd flashes of blueblack light coming out of the sinkhole, as the alarmed-looking sorcerer within resorts to blasting away at the undead with magic.
That isn't working out so well for him, either.]
III. Wildcard
[Go nuts!]
i. aaaaaaaahh omg i was obsessed w/ the aladdin cartoon as a kid.
but there's one that catches her attention, the man in strange clothing. except her clothing is just as strange. for starters almost like the people in agrabah, she is wearing a crop top and pants -- almost pirate-like. and why is that? well, she is a coldblood and those who are coldblood can't feel any winter conditions despite how severe it is. as her curiosity peaks, the pinks of her eyes glisten with interest before waltzing on over innocently (or is it?).
with her hands behind her back, a sway in her step for her long blue braids to follow behind, jinx tilts her head with sly smirk. )
Sheesh, aren't you on edge? Mind if I have it then? Can't have stuff go to waste, ya know.
fistbump!!
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II - Oh my god Disney Afternoon XD I'm back in high school
Yoichi Shigaraki | MHA | Coldblood
Arrival
It must be a nightmare.
What else could it be? Finding himself in a bitterly cold ocean with the wrong number of limbs can't be anything else, and this dull, disoriented certainty remains even as Yoichi finds a hole in the ice and drags his uncooperative and strangely changing body out of the hole and into ... some little enclosure with a nice warm brazier to huddle around miserably.
It's only when he begins to slowly dry off and numb disorientation gives way to actually being able to think that he's forced to weigh the certainty it's a nightmare versus the simple fact that if it was, it was incredibly realistic. Except for the part where he's sitting in his birthday suit on the ice and isn't particularly suffering for it.
No ... no, that could make sense too, if his brother was involved. If he forced one power on him, who's to say he wouldn't force another, some kind of weather adaption technique?
That or he's dying of hypothermia right now and it wasn't like the stories said it was. The door to the small shelter is opened for a moment, taking the time to peek out into the darkness and find even more ice, cold, and ... other little wood huts, and a distant shore. The door closes. The chances of him just winding up far from his brother's imprisoning vault at random were slim to none, which meant this was deliberate, and he didn't have long to try to get away.
Carefully, Yoichi leverages the light out of the water and douses it, and then picks up the warming censor full of coldblood stones. It's almost more than he can juggle at the moment, but determination is its own fuel source, and shortly later one of the many new arrivals is scuttling away across the ice with his purloined goods and into the darkness.
He didn't like stealing, even surrounded by the frozen sea and bitter cold that wasn't as cold as it should be, a scenario that should be his death in minutes. He'd have to repay whoever owned the brazier later. ..When he had pants.
Slightly Later
Yoichi has rapidly come to the conclusion that wherever he is, his brother is not involved, at least not directly. These people are unknown, and far too helpful to be colluding with his sibling; he now has a very nice (real??) fur to wear, a whole backpack of stuff, and a Box full of surprisingly useful things in it. There's no active powers war here, he can see that, but something's going on if they're just handing out gas masks in boxes with emergency food in them.
There's a lot of other weird stuff going on so he keeps his mouth shut and eyes open, watching and listening while carefully moving all his new stuff from one small shelter to the next on the boardwalk, often taking more than one trip to do it. Some people can manage a backpack and a box with an entire gallon of juice in it easily!
He is not one of these people.
Along with a strange immunity to the worst of the cold, Yoichi has noticed he's got more stamina than he usually does, but unfortunately that's not really saying all that much, and by the time he gets to the next bit of shelter, even if it's occupied, he sits down hard with a pant of exhaustion.
"I'm sorry, do you ... mind if I just..." Deep breath! "Sit here a minute?"
Frostquake
Time passes, and he doesn't freeze to death. He's kept the fur coat even though he now had other clothes to wear, and his small stash of useful things have been carefully tucked away.
This should be more frightening than it is, but he can't help but feel hopeful for the first time in ... years. Wherever this was, he was for the time being, free. Free to get his bearings, listen to news, try to figure out what's happening and for a little while set aside the endless concerns about stopping his brother's evil plans for the world. It's a good feeling.
Plus, there's this beautiful aurora! Which meant he had to be somewhere near the arctic circle ... or antarctic, he supposed, and Yoichi stops to watch with open amazement, using the lee of a building as a wind break. It's spectacular. Pictures and videos just don't do auroras justice!
And then the ground fissures open into a gaping hole nearly at his feet. He's saved from an immediate plunge into the black abyss by virtue of being close to a building, allowing him to seize a windowsill as earth and ice tumble away into nothingness. His grip isn't secure, but in the span of seconds it takes for him to slip his hold with a shriek of alarm, the hole has somewhat stabilized, and as he slides across stone and snow and ice, he comes to a stop perhaps ten feet down on a tiny, creaking ledge.
"Hello?" The ice creaks ominously around him, and he freezes in place for a moment, then carefully looks up and around. "Can anybody hear-"
His mouth snaps shut at the faint rustling below, of something moving in the dark. Other victims? But nobody else had been around, had they? Yoichi peers cautiously downward into the dark. "I.. I think there's someone stuck further below. Is anyone up there?"
Frostquake!
Carefully. Particularly as it becomes evident that some gaping sinkhole had opened up in the icy ground. As the echoes of the snap-crack of frozen earth and stone fade, Gaia can hear the distinct sound of someone's voice. This causes her to move a little more swiftly.
Though still cautious mind. She has been here a while even if the uncertain footing of the ground were not cause for concern. Falling into or the sudden appearance of cavernous depths have rarely meant something good.
"Hello?" It's a young woman's voice. "Are you injured?"
It's alarming to hear there's probably more than one person who fell prey to the hole and Gaia considers calling for assistance. But it's probably best to ascertain as much as she can about the situation first. If Yoichi were to look up, he might notice a light shining- an Omni that has been lit like a beacon. Small trails of blue seem to flit about it.
"Can you see the light? I'll send my Omen down to find you. Try not to move much!"
The blue light will detach from the primary light source and begin to descend in a seeking pattern. Whether or not the detail resolves itself into the shape of a black betta with scale tips and fin veins of of glowing blue will depend on how close Arte manages to get to the stranded victim.
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Slightly Later | holy shit, the noise i made
:D hello!
hellooo!! so happy to see more obscure canon characters ♥
He is excellent, albeit rather useless.
He is doing his best.
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Chrollo Lucilfer | Hunter x Hunter | Darkblood
A very plainly colored monochromatic squid lay on the ice, a large and dark gray eye staring up. For a while there was no sign that he was going to become himself at all, but then, the transition between squid and man happened suddenly.
Ending up somewhere unexpected was, well, unexpected, but not completely out of the question. Turning back from being a squid was by far more unusual, he's never heard of an ability capable of turning nen users into animals against their will.
So, what were the options? One, it was an ability he had stolen and had to use in an emergency he couldn't remember. Two, it was someone else's ability and he had agreed to it in an emergency he couldn't remember. Three, it was someone else's ability and removed his memory of experiencing. Four, he wasn't actually here and was under someone's ability and didn't remember how he got there. Five, it wasn't any of the above and was something entirely new.
His aura and body felt different, and Chrollo was inclined to put it to number five. He accepted the cloak that was offered to him, and was relieved to find his coat in the bag held out to him, along with a book and other objects both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Does this squid thing happen here often?" He asked. The lantern, the hut, everything prepared for his arrival. He pulled the coat on first before anything else.
ii. Boardwalk
Despite the fur lining part of the coat, it isn't nearly warm enough for this weather, and even with the addition of the cloak he received on arrival Chrollo has to work to keep himself warm. The additional fur, from some great hunting beast like creature, is a welcome addition. Chrollo doesn't recognize any of the religious figures here, the name of the Pthumerians are unfamiliar but the pantheon follows a simple cycle of months.
It's already simple enough to pick out Sleepers from the 'natives', but Chrollo isn't particularly concerned about running into opposition. It's not impossible that the twelve-legged spider will be recognized here, but he doesn't expect it to be a problem. Because of that, he has no problem allowing his omen, the physical embodiment of the Phantom Troupe as a twelve-legged spider, to do as it pleases.
At the moment, it's the size of a large dog, and continually crowding up against Chrollo as if looking for attention. Occasionally he pulls a hand out of a pocket to touch one of its legs and give it a fond, almost warm look. With his coat and forehead covered, the twelve-legged spider at his side is the only symbol that will give him away.
iii. Frostquake, falling in
Even as quick as Chrollo's reflexes are, he's not up to his usual standards. When the ground opens beneath him, he falls in, not fast enough to grab or jump off the walls on his way down. The landing is softer than expected, but the reason why is obvious as soon as Chrollo looks down. Bodies.
Real, or fake?
He slips his right hand under his coat to hide his book as it materializes, and flips open to Order Stamp from memory. Chrollo stamps the forehead of the closest moving corpse, and wastes no time issuing an order. "Break the other corpses."
But the mark doesn't take. This was a person, once. Or the effect animating it supersedes his own by being there first or being stronger. This place follows different rules.
"So you were human, once. Well, I won't be joining you," Chrollo says to the corpse, glancing around to see if anyone else fell in as he let his book dissipate.
iv. Frostquake, a quick helping hand
Chrollo has no need to actually go down into the hole to rescue people. All he needs is his book open to the right page, and a quick look. Then the person down in the gaping chasm is suddenly back on the surface nearby.
"Are you alright?" Chrollo asks as he closes his conjured book and slips it into his pocket.
This place is an anomaly. In a way, it's his own personal purgatory, neither the paradise he expected to be denied or the hell he thought he would one day find. Trench is full of its own brand of good and evil, but all of it far beyond the reach of his home. There's nothing for The Spider to do here, so he does whatever catches his attention in the moment.
i. arrival
"Yes," Duty answers with an eye toward the censor. Quietly, he encourages the coldbloodstones to give more heat to the small hut. "For 300 years."
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are you cursed?
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( ooc: power's canonpoint is at the end of manga chapter 91, which is past the end of season 1 of the anime, so please let me know if you'd like to avoid spoilers! )
arrival.
she spots power from where she's loitering (hard not to with her going on like that) and jinx becomes pretty curious. so with that, she hops off the bench then happily sways on over to get a closer look. it's when the girl hears the other exclaiming how humans are serving her that makes her snort. )
Love to burst ya bubble, Loudmouth, buuuuut they're serving everyone.
( in fact, she thumbs over her shoulder at some of the locals assisting the next sleeper who washed up on the shore. )
Looks like you're not the big baddie after all. But I'm interested... what makes ya so worthy of grovelin' over? And your answers better be good 'cuz I was pretty comfortable before I came over.
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manga spoilers through chapter 91
manga spoilers continue for this thread
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lord asriel belacqua | his dark materials | darkblood
① ARRIVAL
② MISDIRECTION
③ WILDCARD
Arrival
He's keeping an eye on the world around him, but he's giving just as much of his attention to the twelve-legged spider he holds in the palm of one hand. Chrollo glances up when he's called out, and lowers his hand to put it back in his pocket as the spider crawls up his arm only to stop partway up.]
I think you can have your choice of several right now.
[His own cause isn't here for him to pursue, but he's not nearly as interested in throwing himself into a new one as this other Sleeper is. Chrollo spends a moment studying the leopard and the man.]
Depending on whether you prefer threats solved by violence or by other means.
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CALYX VIL AVENANT ♚ OC ♚ VILEBLOOD
Everyone's minding their own business when one of the arrival enclosures explodes.
An omen surges out - a draft horse, with hooves like dinner plates - and vaults immediately, fearlessly, onto the nearest chunk of ice. The sleeper astride it whoops, cackles. She's a woman that's easily six and a half feet tall, slimy, flushed, naked, with a toothy grin and wild eyes. Neither she nor the horse seems to notice that it's kind of cold out here.
"Surrender!" She calls, to the boardwalk. "Death suits fools best, out of all natural conditions, but the horse magic pleases me well, and I will deliver my judgement with a minimum of agony!"
Really, who can turn down an offer that good?
I'm sorry, I got an inspo
He saw the whole display, and was momentarily grateful that he wasn't currently in that enclosure. A few minutes before and it may have been a different story. Standing currently as the first and only person on deck, he reached into his white Waker's cloak and--
Threw a can of juice at her.
"Death means nothing here. We just come back the next day. You're only wasting your time and making a pain out of yourself."
He sighed, and threw another bundle-- this time a small bag with basic gear, including a cloak of her own.
"Get dressed and drink your juice. I'll answer questions when you're not hangry."
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Marco | Adastra (Visual Novel) | Paleblood
[ He was with him, he was there, listening to his Wolf cry for him to stay, but he wasn’t leaving; staying there safe in his arms before everything went dark. The darkness is all but lifted when he finds himself washed up on frozen sand, the jagged points stinging his skin. He might’ve let himself drift off back into freezing cold , if not for the fact the icy air was biting at his mostly exposed skin.
Marco pushed himself to his feet, bringing his arms up over his naked torso, as his blood stained robes hanged loosely around him. His pants did little to keep his legs warm as he stood up stumbling across the diverted and even sand.
He could feel his teeth chattering before he took note of a shelter nearby. Marco was already resigned to the fact that whatever afterlife this may be he might die all over again from the cold. As he dived in though he had not expected it to be so warm. There’s a small sigh of relief that escapes him as he curls up a bit, knees to his chest.
He would have to live here now or at least until someone came across him, if there was anyone. However, if he see’s someone else out on the beach, whether in a similar state of distress or not, he tries to wave them over;]
H-Hey! Over here!
Misdirected
[ Getting use to Trench was definitely a different kind of difficulty compared to Adastra. Here, he didn’t have to worry about Wolven politics, space crimes or having to play the “dumb ape” to not get killed.
He did not enjoy the fact that apparently the city was littered with monsters straight out of a horror video game. He wasn’t any fighter and had no way of defending himself against these things, so, he had taken to just try and remain indoors as much as possible.
That only lasted so long however, since he had already spent enough time indoors to last him a lifetime. So, he had decided to go out. Unfortunately for him, he began to feel that lingering sense of someone always watching. Marco all but stood tense in the streets growing all but a little paranoid. This didn’t feel like when the Parents, or the Monitor were watching him. At least in that sense they had attempted to guide him to help Amicus, despite it ending poorly for himself.
But, the growing unease makes him look about more when he see’s someone else; ]
Hey, uh. Am I crazy or does it feel like something won’t stop looking this way?