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[niteomods]

Characters: You, you, and YOU.
When: June 11th - June 24th
Where: Nesreca. Everywhere.
Rating: PG and up.
Summary: The fog is everywhere. Sounds are heard at night. There are no inhabitable buildings. What do you do?

This is an open log for the event. Feel free to log anything and everything your characters would do during this event if you wish to!

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TO ME!

[outsidehistory]

Well, Lavi went from wanting to stay away from everyone and managing to do that to... Having everyone converge on him as a meeting point in all this fog. He wasn't sure he was too thrilled with it but sometimes you did what you didn't want for the safety of everyone else. Even if that meant he had to suffer the company of two Tykis.

He glanced at the 'original' or at least the one he was familiar with at home, then glanced at Allen, and Karkat wasn't far off anymore. "What are we going to do about those I haven't made contact with?" That and Rhode had just given him her birthdate and wandered off.

[astheteaseturns.livejournal.com]

Tyki glanced at Lavi, and then looked away, taking a cigarette out.

"Well, we'll just have to try to find them then." Of course, it was a lot more easier said that done, especially in a fog like this. He was worried that Rhode was still somewhere out there, but with the other Tyki somewhere, he hoped that the two of them would end up meeting.

Though, the idea of being around Allen and Lavi - both Exorcists, mind you - was not exactly Tyki's idea of fun.

[hatchedtolead.livejournal.com]

Karkat emerged from the fog sweeping his sickle slowly out before him to part the fog and join the two of them. He caught the tail end of the conversation and picked up where he left off with Lavi. "A Sylladex is a device you store anything in it. ...most things. It converts it to data and back as you remove it from the Sylladex or replace it. You have as much space as you have cards in the index. Each retrieval system is different and some of them are down right retarded."

Like his last one. Let's...not talk about it. He looks into the distance from where he's standing and nods. "Anyway, what are we using let them know they're heading in the right direction? You can take a look at what's in the Sylladex if you need to."

[tothelastbreath]

"It's as good a start as any, I suppose," Allen pipes up from where he's standing juuuuust within visible range, far enough that everyone else's view of him will likely be slightly obscured. There's a considering pause as he quickly runs through their other options, and comes up mostly blank. "Lavi. I don't suppose the Wood Seal works?"

He doubts they'll still be standing here in the fog if it did, but no harm asking. Karkat's explanation doesn't make him so much as bat an eye; he's seen it in action before and has long resigned it to the growing list of things running on mechanics he will never understand.

[outsidehistory]

Too many directions at once, oh boy, still he manages to keep all the conversations straight, to Tyki, "Go find them then." That would keep the Noah out of the rest of their hair as the others figured out how to get signs down in the ground in places people would find them.

"Sounds like a handy thing to have..." He wished they had one at home, this Sylladex. Supposed in a way that it was like the Ark with its endless rooms, there was bound to be a room with what you wanted in it and you could store many things.

Lavi rubs at his head, looking a bit sheepish, "Haven't tried it yet, but Tyki - the other one - said he couldn't break the clouds free either." Still it was worth a try and the Exorcist pulled the hammer out of its holster and activated it to its default fighting size, "A fire still might be best, between us we can probably hold off whatever Libitina sends our way."

June 15th, evening; SOMEWHERE FOGGY

[setalight]

You know the saying 'when it rains, it pours'? Well, it's stopped raining here in Nesreca but in exchange it's rather begun to pour. She lost her PDA. She lost her PDA. Normally Lenalee would not be the sort to care about this, but given that surviving here hinges rather firmly on using it almost daily, she does in fact care.

It's been days since the fog rolled. Days since every building more than a knee-high wreck of decaying wood and mortar vanished, leaving little more than dead silence (and recently, not even that). Lenalee has spent the last four days wandering. Wandering (most likely in circles) and rebuking herself almost non-stop for going to the library alone-- for falling asleep inside-- and, worse still, for making the rookie mistake of putting her PDA aside for even a moment, because damned if she isn't paying for it now.

Four days alone can be a long time. They get longer once the separation anxiety sets in. And when you start hearing sounds every evening? Well.

"I knew there was going to be something worse..."

At least pretending to be angry is better than revealing that you're breaking down.

/couldn't resist, sorry Lena

[astheteaseturns.livejournal.com]

"Something the matter, lady Exorcist?" Tyki's voice came from somewhere in the fog, amusement obviously laced in his voice, including something else. Though, what that something else is, is rather a mystery at the moment.

The first thing she would probably see is Tease, not doing anything but flying around her.

asdfjlk oh yay a Tyki to snark at

[setalight]

It's second-nature, really, the way Tyki's voice immediately sends her into a soldier's stance: feet braced apart, head held high, eyes neither narrowed nor wide but very alert, flicking over everything-- or nothing, as it were. It probably also speaks volumes of how much faith she has in this truce's ability to weather the test of time.

Because when the first and only thing she can see in the deep haze is a fluttering, carnivorous golem lazily sweeping its way over to her, she finds herself wondering if maybe it's already collapsed. She has no way of knowing if it has-- not without her PDA (stupid! so stupid!), so as well as she knows, the butterfly is simply hunting stragglers down. Tyki's amused tone does little to help her growing unease.

But given that he's the first voice she's heard in days to have come from a set of tangible vocal chords, she'll give him the benefit of the doubt just this once and not eviscerate the Tease on sight. So long as it doesn't touch her.

"Where are you?" There's a pause, then she tacks on, in a tone of blatant world-weariness, "Yes, I happen to have been wandering in the fog for the last several days."

She does not say 'alone'.

pfffft. Snark all you want, Lena xD

[astheteaseturns.livejournal.com]

There was a moment of silence as Tease continues to lazily fly around her. It's not being threatening at all, surprisingly enough. Instead, it just seems to be waiting for its master to come out or awaiting for its next orders. Either way, Tyki suddenly appears behind Lenalee, mouth close to her ear.

"Right here~" And then he quickly moves back before he gets hit. He didn't really want to be hit by those boots of hers right now.

Re: June 15th, evening; SOMEWHERE FOGGY

[tothelastbreath]

Allen is angry at a good number of things―most of which can be traced back to Libitina in some way or other―and has been angry for a while even before their fresh week of hell began. However, seeing as an actual display of it won't help their situation one whit, he's also been doing a decent job of keeping it under wraps.

Until today.

Already halfway into the week, alone in the fog with no one else around to see, and with the unbroken radio silence from three members of their ragtag community growing louder every hour, Allen is only onerashthought away from confronting Libitina over the network. In fact, he just might if this search proves fruitless. It isn't hard to hear him coming ― he's moving with firm, purposeful strides through the fog, punctuating his progress every now and then with terse calls of, "Hello? Lenalee, Matt, Riku― Can any of you hear me?"

No sense in forgoing speed for stealth when you can't see what you should be hiding from (it reminds him, vaguely, of a conversation he once had with his master regarding the purpose of an Exorcist's uniform, but that's neither here nor there).


[[ ooc: skjslf I just realised Tyki commented too. Let me know if you guys want to ballroom this or set up a posting order. XD; ]]

[setalight]

While Allen may not be doing much to disguise his presence, the unfortunate fact is that Lenalee's taken to trying to ignore most voices that aren't her own. The music, the voices, the giggling and the howling; after last month's creature feature, she thinks she might go insane if she doesn't. So at first, she barely hears the crunch of gravel beneath his heel, and his voice may as well belong to the ghosts she's beginning to believe really haunt the city.

But only at first. Allen's words circle mindlessly in her head for a little while after as she strides through the fog with increasing trepidation, not entirely aware that she had even heard them-- but she had heard them. Soldier's instinct and all that. After a few revolutions, her name catches in the forefront of her mind, and while it sends a chill lancing down her spine, it also makes her pause. There hadn't been any whispers of her name before, so what was that...? Was she imagining things? She chances an uneasy look behind her, pretty much prepared to see another wispy figure barrelling towards her like back at home, and it's about then that the rest of his call catches up to her.

"--Allen?" It isn't particularly loud-- more surprised, weakly hopeful. No ghosts, no more ghosts. Please. After a pause, Lenalee takes a hesitant step forward and raises her voice to be heard over the resonating music. "Is someone there?"

[tothelastbreath]

On the other hand, Allen's been through seven whole months of creepiness, and since these sounds are proving to be just sounds thus far, nothing he has to worry about protecting people from, he just finds them really bloody annoying. Eerie music? Can't even compare to the abject horror he feels at the sound of Cross popping yet another bottle he can't pay for. Wolves? Better than no game at all, really. Disembodied voices? Been there, done that. In his own head.

Suffice to say Allen's a little desensitised, and unlike Lenalee, he's actually keeping an ear out for her voice. The final note of her call has yet to fade away before an answer is already ricocheting back at her, familiar, strong, and so very relieved.

"―Lenalee, it's me!" And if it also sounds kind of raspy, hopefully that isn't half as important as the fact that it's close. A pause before he shouts again, quite aware that it's a ridiculous question in context, "Where are you?"

June 18; early afternoon

[misprotect.livejournal.com]

Ghastly swirls of off white spun around Heine since he had arrived to his undisclosed location. Muddled outlines of large buildings could somewhat be made out within ten feet, but anything beyond that was lost the wisp of fog. His dim red eyes tried to focus and distinguish from the stationary and the moving; the latter either his growing paranoia or something really was moving in the dense fog.

Eventually he came in contact with a building and traced along its edge by hand and eyes trying to find a way at least out of the fog. There was not anyone to question where he was or if anyone had seen the people last around him. The flicker of doubt that wondered if the place was the afterlife was absurd to Heine. He’d been to that edge; there wasn’t fog so much as an utter blackness that voided all vision.

Wherever he was, he was still very much alive at if his breathing and sensory could tell him. By mistake he stepped on a weakened board causing an echoing snap to fill the gray washed air. All movements stopped and his breathing came to a standstill, hands lingering behind him feeling for his pistols.

A few breaths were taken to calm down with and then once again ventured onward seeking both answers and life. Heine’s footsteps were slowed and measured after the mishap. Thin fingers pulled at the front of his jacket fanning his body. With the fog had come humidity. The nagging feeling of droplets forming upon his skin was nerve wreaking and only further adding to his paranoia.

He had to find a way out of the fog and soon.

Re: June 18; early afternoon

[pi-of-fortune.livejournal.com]

From first contact to buildings finally, but the state they were in didn't raise her hopes. Ever since she spoke to that little girl, it just made her wonder more and more about the possible dangers of this city. How had it even become this way? How long had it been empty like this? Was it constantly shrouded in fog? It eerily reminded her of Inaba when the fog consumed it. Hopefully there wasn't another murder mystery and the weather was just being temperamental...

Focus, Naoto. Suitable shelter must be found. This building won't do.

Though, considering her room was gone, would a decent place to bunker down for the evening be present? That just raised another question. Would it be safe to sleep tonight? She kept hearing voices and it wasn't from her PDA. She hadn't come across any other life other than the plants, but plants couldn't use PDAs... so, where were the other people in this world? Were they actually tangible?

Naoto closed her eyes and shook her head; she was over thinking again. Momentarily, she dropped her gaze to the ground, but then looked around. The fog was still too thick. Several seconds ticked before she turned on her heel and proceeded to walk again.

[misprotect.livejournal.com]

Finding a suitable shelter was not even on his mind. Getting out and if possible finding the others was all that did. The PDA didn’t receive much attention nor did Heine actually know how to operate one beyond bare minimum function. So the newly acquired device was placed in his back pocket for the time being.

A few buildings had been past in his wandering, his hand brushing along the way like a blind man feeling his way about. Murmurs and whispers drifted in the air as if the fog itself was speaking. Heine placed little into the ramblings considering it only his ears filtering out things that were close to spoken words. Just paranoia and the loss of a trusted sense he thought.

Yet he was unnerved about the whole empty town and being swept up. Logically answers did not come. He had not fallen asleep or was taken by brute force. He remember quite well what was happening, him standing there looking Nill, Naoto, and Liza in the face after speaking of his past.

The thoughtful daze was cut when a new sound reaching his attentive ears. It was faint, but his hyper alert senses did not fail him for the most part. Something was moving or he was losing grasp on reality far too quickly in the shroud of gray. Once again hands were lingering beside his weapons as he waited for any further sound.

[pi-of-fortune.livejournal.com]

The quiet was pulling at her nerves, but every now and again, she swore she could hear that little girl's laughter. Libitina if she remembered correctly... that had been the name the male had given her. What were they to--

Naoto paused and turned her head. That laugh she had heard; it had been too distinct. Still, it was just the laughter and nothing more. No footsteps, no words, just the sound echoing for a moment and then fading into the mist.

"..."

Calling out came to her mind, but calling here in the open? What if something else answered back; something very not-human? Caution kept Naoto from uttering a sound.

Better late than never 8D;

[beanstalk]

Kanda had heard a variety of sounds throughout the past week and a half. Most, if not all, were unnatural, and he had come to expect that while the entirety of Nesreca was covered in equally unnatural fog. So, when he heard the echoing sound of a breaking board, he stopped himself; he didn't immediately go for Mugen, just stood still and waited. Listened.

Footsteps. He found to himself, unable to place them. Nearly everyone in the city was at the bridge by this point, so he could only assume that Libitina went and brought more people in the middle of whatever this was. Wasn't that a joy.

He waited for a moment later before continuing on his way. If they were desperate enough, Kanda thought, then they could ask for help through the PDA.

Hey, no worries!

[misprotect.livejournal.com]

Thing was, Heine was not the kind to be desperate for help or to call out for it. One person had been crossed in his venturing across the gray washed environment and lasted for a brief exchange of information. More people were there and were said to be huddling around the river. The tip had been reaffirmed after another encounter over the PDA and since then he had been searching for the marker and listening out for the sound of running water.

With more people he could get more information on just what was happening there and more importantly how he could get back to where he belonged. A low groan rumbled in his chest at the snapping of wood at his boots, the third in the last hour or so. He was making far too much noise and not being able to see further than a few feet had to do with it.

Just as with the other mishaps of giving himself away, Heine ceased his movements and listened to the air. Nothing, not that he expected a peep back. After what he considered enough time, Heine picked up his pace looking for the river and the unfortunate residents.

[OOC: Presuming this is a little after he spoke with Naoto and Lavi, so he’s got some information on whats going on.]

<3

[beanstalk]

There it was again. Someone was definitely out here close by. The cracking wood was happening too frequently just to be a simple coincidence. Kanda kept one hand on Mugen's hilt and continued walking, following the dying, faint echo of the wood. He made sure to proceed cautiously, though. He wasn't going to be careless and clumsy.

After a long stretch of silence, Kanda stopped for a moment. Closed his eyes and listened. Since he couldn't see who was with him, maybe he could...try to sense them out.


[[ Gotcha! o/ ]]

June 18; Evening (Weak Old House)

[pi-of-fortune.livejournal.com]

Quite troubling how fog throws off your perception of things. Being unable to see into the distance, how dark it became when first evening fell... the voices you swear you could be hearing. Naoto shook her head and curled tighter, faint shakes racing through her small body, but she could bear them, she just had to. Still, this Nesreca... perhaps that's only reason she truly shook. It was that overbearing sensation of being in an unfamiliar location and the cold nipping at your neck while it feels like someone's watching. This place was overall unsettling... She would probably feel better were the actual, supposedly inhabitable buildings were still present...

This place she had taken refuge was one of the few buildings still standing. The old house creaked noisly in the weak wind, making her wonder again if it would stay up while she slept, or if it would just all fall down and kill her. The roof was barely there; she rested on the floorboard beneath what had to be the biggest hole in it. Just in case... just... to try and keep herself safe if the structure did decide to collapse. There was little to do to prevent it if it decided to do so.

Inhale... and exhale slowly.

Listen...

... Nothing, but her breath and the silence of the world beyond the crumbling walls. How long would that last?

June 17; dusk

[beanstalk]

[Kanda didn't bother to stay with everyone else, just close enough that Alma would be able to go back and forth between him and everyone else staying at the bridge. Otherwise, Kanda was perfectly fine with staying on his own.

When he heard the wolves start to howl, however, he couldn't help but look over his shoulder back toward the city he couldn't even see. Okay, so there were possibly wolves around. That...wasn't really comforting to know.

He decided to ignore it, for now, and just glanced back down into the river he could barely see. How did anyone expect to fish in weather like this, anyway?]

[tothelastbreath]

[Allen suspects it's not so much a matter of expectation than a whole lot of wishful thinking. As mentioned, they can barely see the river, nightfall is less than an hour away, and they don't even have anything to fish with. As soon as this blasted week is over (harhar, Allen), he is crossing over to Credinta and getting everyone fishing rods by h― Okay, only by crook.]

[Frowns over his shoulder at the howling, and when he tilts his face up to look at Kanda -- he's crouched on the river bank, by the way -- his brow is still creased.]

Do you know how to fish?

[Like this, he means.]

[beanstalk]

You have a stick and a line?

[There's was a slight scoff in Kanda's voice, just in case Allen couldn't see it on his face. Were there even any fish in the river after the winter they had? He wasn't sure - doubted it, even - but he wasn't about to jump in the river and find out. He wasn't even sure how deep it was.

That, and it was suicide in these conditions.]

[tothelastbreath]

[Simply levels him with a very flat look. Does he look like he has anything to his name beyond Tim and the clothes on his back, Kanda--

Wait.

Is he eying up Mugen?

Yes. Yes, he is.]

June 21; Night - Wandering Near River

[pi-of-fortune.livejournal.com]

By now, Naoto more or less resembled a drowned cat. Her mood hadn't improved and neither had the storm or fog. To say she was irritated didn't do any justice to her actual mood. Without any buildings, it meant being soaked through and through. Couldn't stop to try drying off because there was no place to dry off! When this was finally over, she would be in a much more pleasant mood.

Naoto raised her drooping hat a bit when the toe of her shoe missed ground and looked down. A lightning flash overhead briefly illuminated the fog and reflected off the river's turbulent surface. Ah... now she just had to head north so... She turned right and started walking along the bank, letting her hat flop back down a bit.