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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!
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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"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."
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Instead, he just sighs and glances over at Lavi. "Fine, fine."
He's certainly not going to complain and summons a Tease, heading off.
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He almost cursed when Tyki headed off but, this wasn't his group to control. He'd just lead them to ruin if he did. He shook off the familiar crushing weight of the recent past to open the Sylladex and expose the deck of cards with their items to his sight. His eye sweep over the contents and settle on a red dragon headed cane. He draws it out in silence and just stares at him for a moment. He'd always kept a spare on him. Just in case.
She wasn't going to ever need it again. He glanced at Allen, his fingers tightening around the staff then he walked a short ways into the fog and dove the staff down into the ground, leaving it like a marker. The bright red head could seem like a monolith with the dragon pointed towards the meeting point. He returned a little more sober than he'd left, opening the Sylladex again as he looked to Lavi, curious what he was going to do.
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The last thing they need right now is anyone getting hurt by friendly fire. He nods at Lavi and Karkat next, acknowledging their points with a little smile that says And I'm glad you're both alright. It fades a little upon seeing Karkat's reaction to the staff ― specifically, the way he glanced at Allen before heading off, as though he's the only one who would recognise the significance of it all. And maybe he is, even if he doesn't know the full story behind it. He may offer to listen again later, just in case it would help Karkat to have someone else remember with him, but for now, he simply waits for the troll to return before murmuring a sober, "Thank you."
Then it's up to Lavi to take his shot at breaking the fog.
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Though he ends up blinking at the staff itself and its location in the ground, well, it's better than a fire in some ways. Allen's 'thank you' breaks his little train of thought and Lavi jerks, "Right. Wood Seal."
Long past the old days of yelling out the required seal, Lavi simply moves a ways from them - not wanting to strike them - and spins the hammer around, various seals up in a circle around him. When he swings the hammer down it's on the rarely used Wood and the equivalent of a small tornado kicks up, attempting to suck in all the fog.
The air around them all quivers and some of the fog does get sucked in. But as soon as Lavi lifts the hammer it whooshes out and returns to its normal place.
*stares at it for a moment, *Drove the staff /punts sleep addled brain
The Troll freezes when he sees Lavi calling up symbols and tenses faintly, his eyes on them. It reminds him so strongly of home, he can almost taste the twist of energy in the air. He'd seen John use his powers as the Heir of Breath before, so when the tornado rises he never looks away from it despite his steps over to stand by Allen. His expression flickers to disappointment when the fails to do anything. He sighs and draws a dual headed trident from his Sylladex, his fingers pausing briefly over what looks like flecks of purple paint. He walks away deeper into the fog past the staff and drives it into the ground so the golden weapon can help point the way.
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He lifts and clenches his left fist to illustrate his point, though the significance may be kind of lost on Karkat. Speaking of, what is Karkat up...
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Ah, landmarks.
"We can leave a trail of pebbles between each pointer―" Because that's what those things are meant to be, aren't they? "―to help guide people along, too."
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Lavi glances at Allen as he comes back over and nods, rubbing at his head. "Might be best if you two take care of that. I can put some rocks between them and lead some off of the pointers toward us."
Fire or not, he figured whatever Libitina put out would find them anyway.
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The horror.
"Frankly, I'm more worried about walking into things than falling down them. We should be fine as long as we keep a healthy distance away from the river bank."
He turns to Karkat, plainly expecting the troll to show him what needs to be done right even as he calls over his shoulder, "We'll leave the pointers to you, then. Give us a shout if you need help."
...Or if something happens. Allen doesn't much like the thought of any of them going back into the fog alone, Tyki included, but they do need to be as efficient as possible.
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"There isn't anything to run into," Lavi laughed out as he moved off in search of the rocks. But he'd probably trip over them before he actually saw them, not that he minded too much.
And he knew that the other Tyki had an eye on their own little "dots" while he went off to get the others.
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Karkat glanced at Allen, as he checked the area and tucked his sickles away to crouch down. "Allen, got anything to dig with?"
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Falling into a crouch beside Karkat, he shoots the troll first a look of mild surprise, then a whim of a smile, quick and bright. Karkat may not realise it, but this is the very first time he has addressed Allen by name during their conversations. Every other time (only twice, in fact, if memory serves) was in angry gray text, and one of those times had been 'human Allen', which doesn't count.
"You'll see. Just tell me where to dig, and how deep and wide it should be."
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"We'll need rocks for the edges so we can see it and further conceal the light." He waited to see how Allen would achieve the task.
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Once that's worked out, he straightens and Invocates without further ado, white rippling down his shoulders into a full, furred cowl. The nod he sends Karkat's way (mildly abashed, as though apologising for not warning him first) after the Invocation is almost an afterthought ― Karkat has already seen feathers sprouting from his arm, nothing gets weirder than that.
"You might want to stand behind me," he suggests, gesturing at Karkat with one long talon. "In case it gets messy."
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This is only Allen's second Invocation since his return to Nesreca five weeks ago, and it already feels like breathing, the way it always had before... Well. Before. Or maybe it never did stop. He doesn't know which should bother him more, nor does he quite care at the moment. His trust (faith?) in Crown Clown may be shaken, but right here, right now, it's still wholly his to learn. And learn it he will, completely, so that the next time it matters, there will be no ground in him for anyone to stand on.
The practiced manner with which he cocks his left arm should be ample warning, then it's flashing down in a restrained, but nonetheless powerful swipe that rends a hole deep in the ground. Clods of dirt and old asphalt go flying, some in their direction, only to be deflected by the instinctive flare of Allen's mantle. They pelt the ground with oddly insubstantial sounds, tumble, then still. Silence returns all too soon, the fog thick and unyielding as though nothing had or will ever disturb it ― except it's now laced with the smell of freshly dug earth.
"Is this alright? I can widen it if you want."
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God-tier? No. There was no way that was possible but, all similarities in fighting styles vanished as he turned to regard the hole. He studies how deep it in then gestures to the far edge. "Scrape that a hand wider in that direction." His sickle catches what little light there is as he crouches down to widen the hole on the right side.
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And with that, Allen gets right to work, feeling faintly ridiculous as he crouches there in the dirt and reaches to practically gouge the hole wider. Kind of like playing in the mud with Alma the other day, only so different it's not even funny. With his arm Invocated, it scarcely takes a minute to get the job done, then he's turning to peer at Karkat's side of their little project.
"Do you need help?"
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"There should be some by the river bank. I wonder if that's where Lavi's looking."
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"Libitina's really outdone herself this time, what with the music and everything."
Despite those words, his tone is more dry than bothered. Music. What is up with that, seriously. Upon reaching the bank, he crouches to examine a few sizable rocks, hefting one up for Karkat to inspect.
"Will this do?" His eyes linger on Karkat's, wondering if trolls can see any better in the fog than humans, though he doesn't ask.