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October Event Log (Space Horror Edition)
OCTOBER EVENT: HEAVY
TRIGGER WARNING: This event features heavy use of hallucinations, reliving past traumas, mental corruption and PVP death. Please proceed with caution.
Day OneWherever you drift off to sleep certainly isn't where you wake up the following day. Or... you assume it's day, as there is no natural light to truly clue you in. You wake on a bunk in a metallic room along with three other app users, also tucked into their comfy little bunks. A quick survey of your surroundings, and you will find you are on a sizeable spaceship. Outside the window, a blue planet slowly turns- those who have a knowledge of space might be able to recognize this as Neptune- you are far, far from Earth. Stepping out of the bunk room, you will find other doors opening to other bunk rooms, with similarly confused app users inside. No one has any idea how you got here. You will find your communications devices do not work- after all, you're a long way away from any cell towers. You'll be glad to see your abilities work just fine. Telepathy outside of the ship is impossible- perhaps distance matters here, too.
Exploration of the ship will show a worrying absence of any crew. You can see dried blood on several metallic surfaces as you move around. Canteens are stocked with freeze-dried astronaut meals, all perfectly edible, but there is no sign anyone has been eating anything in here for some time. You can see another ship docked outside the one you're in- the name on the side claiming it as The Lewis and Clark. There doesn't seem to be any way to get to it currently, though. The door leading to the docking station is locked tight. You eventually come across the bridge, with blood-crusted computer systems still running. Those tech-savvy amongst you might be able to get some informational screens up, which tell you that you are aboard The Event Horizon. This is a scientific vessel which was researching a means of faster space travel. They intended to do this with something called "The Gravity Core" - a device which would create an artificial black hole, which would in theory allow the user to bend space-time and cut a journey of thousands of years into a single day. So it turns out you're sitting in a spaceship with the means to create the most destructive force in the galaxy right next to you. Super! A few of the video files are corrupted, which will need some work getting to play. Ominously, every now and again the screens of the computer flash up a single, desperate message: Libera te tutemet ex inferis.
If you so decide to check out that Gravity Core, you will find a tunnel with sharp, moving sides. It moves like a meat grinder. Luckily there is a narrow walkway- wide enough for you to walk single file through it without getting hurt on the spikes. Worrying, some more of that dried blood can be seen on the spikes as they rotate. It's probably fine. The tunnel opens up into a big, circular, spiked room. There's a pool of water at the bottom of the room, and in the centre is a strange contraption, a ball with three spiked rings, about 10 meters in diameter. For now, they're just turning around one another slowly, never stopping. Congratulations, you found the Gravity Core! Anyone with demonic or holy ties will be deeply unsettled by this device. They can't put their finger on what it is, but they know it's deeply unsafe, and feel intense discomfort being anywhere near it. For now, there doesn't seem much to do other than get used to their surroundings. They can check the lock that could take them to the Lewis and Clark- their only way off this ship, but the lock is a complex series of rusted cogs. There seems to be no way to undo these locks no matter what you try- not even abilities will work on it. It's like some outside (or inside) force is preventing you from an early escape. For now, it seems you're stuck here.
Day TwoAt the start of day two, the whole ship shakes- anyone near the Gravity Core will witness the rings suddenly all line up, stopping their slow spiral. Everything is still for a moment, and then the center of the Core suddenly glows in a blinding flash of light, then... it settles- the lights around the center pulsing on and off like a heartbeat. The entire surface of the ball at the center of the core turns into a shimmering, water-like substance. Anyone nearby will feel an overwhelming urge to touch it. Should you give into the intrusive thought, you will find your hand sinks into the center as if it is made of water. With no warning, something on the other side GRIPS you, and pulls you in with a sharp tug. No one around can grab you in time before you vanish into the sludge.
For a moment, everything is still- then as quickly as they were pulled in, the poor souls dragged into the Core are unceremoniously spat out. The Core returns to normal, the rings spinning slowly around one another again. Those spat out will lay on the ground, catatonic, eyes open wide, staring in terror at... something - nothing seems to wake them. You may be left worried about what to do with your friends, but there's something else too. Something prickling at the edge of your consciousness. Perhaps it's a distant noise that almost sounds like a voice, a shifting shadow you swear was a person. Today, these things linger just on the periphery of your senses- there to unnerve you, but you cannot put your finger on what they are.
About an hour after they were spat out by the Core, the poor souls dragged into it suddenly bolt awake, that "the darkness is coming". It takes a hot minute for them to settle down again, and realise where they are. If you were one of those unlucky people, you cannot remember what you saw while you were inside the Core- all you remember is that it was terrible- and yet, you want to go to it again. You are convinced the absolute right thing to do is to open the Gravity Core again and for you all to step inside it. It's where you all belong. For now, you can be convinced to not do the blatantly stupid and dangerous thing and restart the Core, but as one day moves into the next, those urges only grow.
Day ThreeThose who were dragged into the Core are much, much worse off the next day. Your feelings about needing to restart the Core are even stronger - and those who weren't pulled in will need to guard the controls to prevent it from being forcibly started up. Those who fell in start calling themselves "corrupted" and you will do everything in your power to convince everyone that you need to open the Core. Perhaps you want to embrace what's on the other side of that Core- the horrors you saw. Or perhaps your spirit was so broken by the terrifying mixed-up memories you can only partly put together that you feel it's inevitable- that you may as well submit to the Core because there's no escape from it. The way you all speak about it makes it sound like hell, quite literally, and nothing will sway you from your desire to go back into it and drag everyone on the ship with you. You will be willing to fight and attack your fellow prisoners on the ship, to lie to and cajole them - anything that gets you to those controls.
Things aren't so hot for those not corrupted by the Core, either. The flickering visions you had yesterday turn into full-blown hallucinations today. These hallucinations are steeped heavily in your mental traumas and regrets. Perhaps you feel responsible for the death of a loved one- that person will appear and speak to you. Or perhaps you were attacked by someone in your past- now that attacker will stalk you through the ship. Perhaps your actions inadvertently caused a great disaster- victims of that disaster will appear to you, fingers pointing in blame. No matter what weakness of your mind is preyed upon, these hallucinations will chip away at your grasp of reality fairly quickly. They will do everything in their power to convince you to attack the others on the ship- be it through cajoling you or through simple trickery such as appearing before someone nearby, making you lash out at them, unaware you have struck the wrong target until it is too late. Worse still, everyone can see everyone else's hallucinations- there is no hiding from them or pretending they are not real. They are here and they are ready to push everyone into attacking one another. Those fully corrupted by the ship may see hallucinations of their own, too- but nothing overrides their desire to get the Core restarted.
Either through the efforts of those with tech-savvy skills, or from following old, tattered manuals you find stuffed behind a console, you are finally able to uncorrupt the ship's video files. The first shows the original Event Horizon crew, they are smiling and happy. The captain states they are about to open the Gravity Drive for the first time and hopes that soon they will be light years away from here, with minimal effort. Confidently, he smiles at the camera, stating "Ave, atque, vale. Hail and farewell." The screen suddenly goes fuzzy, and screams can be heard in the thick static. The screen goes dead. What follows are small video clips, tiny glimpses into madness. Once smiling happy crew go through a living nightmare as their world crashes down around them. You might see one sobbing about seeing her dead best friend she couldn't save, or perhaps another screaming at an invisible foe- you will even see the crew turn on each other, the camera catching the glint of a knife or a thrown punch. No matter what, it's clear that the previous crew went through exactly what you are going through now- and they destroyed one another over it.
There is one final video to play. This is of the captain, his face is bleeding from a deep gash in his cheek, and one arm hangs limp and useless at his side. In the background, screaming can be heard:
"I stashed the explosives around the Horizon. It's the only way to get the damned doors open. She won't let them free. She'll take them to hell. They won't even fight it. They're not interested."
Static fills the screen for a moment, and the screaming is louder, followed by banging. The captain gives a frustrated groan and smacks the camera with his good arm, clearing it up.
"If any of you are still alive, you've got to blow the doors apart. The ship's hull is designed to take it, just get into the umbilical and get the fuck out- it's oxygenated. Don't let her win. Don't let her drag you into hell with the rest of them. Don't-"
A loud CRASH occurs off-screen. The captain turns, to be tackled to the ground by someone else, covered in blood and barely recognizable as human. The figure drops to the ground on top of the captain, out of view of the camera. But his screams are heard. Terrified, bloodcurdling screams. When they stop. The figure stands. It's one of his crew, the woman who had been talking about her dead friend. She raises her hand, stained with blood, looking at it curiously for a moment, before turning to the camera.
"Liberate tutame ex inferis."
The video cuts out and there are no more.
The message is clear- the only way off the Event Horizon is to blow up the doors and get to the Lewis and Clark - preferably before the Gravity Core is activated again and you are all dragged, quite literally, into Hell.
Day FourSo now you know what you need to do. You need to find the explosives stashed around the Event Horizon and blow those doors to kingdom come. Not a simple task, with your corrupted friends and your own hallucinations trying to stop you from doing just that. You will likely have to fight your friends plenty in the search for the explosives- as the corrupted folks absolutely do not want you to escape. There are fives explosives to find, hidden in The control room, the engineering room, the med bay, the kitchen and finally, unhelpfully, near the controls of the Gravity Core. You will need to gather all of them and get them attached to the doors. They are, thankfully, simple to use and soon blow the doors clear off. They open to a yellow tube that leads into the waiting Lewis and Clark. There's no gravity in the tube, even if it is oxygenated, so you will have to float your way there. But...
The Event Horizon SHUDDERS in what you could only describe as anger when the doors are blown off. The captain's warning was right. The ship certainly doesn't want you to get away from this. The corrupted finally managed to get the Core started again, gleeful at pulling you all into hell. There is no switching it off, all you can do is fight your own hallucinations to get to the Lewis and Clark. Perhaps you have enough of your senses to try and pull the corrupted folks aboard with you- but they will fight you every step of the way. The only way you'll get them aboard the Lewis and Clark is by incapacitating them and dragging them to escape.
The Lewis and Clark is, blissfully, pre-programmed to return to Earth- though it may take a real long time to get there. Ship instructions bleep at you to put yourself into stasis for the long journey, but luckily, you do not need to worry about that. The Lewis and Clark pulls away from the Event Horizon- blasting quickly away. All you can see of it is a bright blue light as the Even Horizon swallows in on itself- taking whoever so remained on board with it. The hallucinations abruptly stop, and you are left only with the stark reality of all that has happened as the ship zooms forward.
After only about fifteen minutes on the Lewis and Clark, you feel yourself enveloped in a white light- then suddenly you'll find yourselves in a pile at the entrance to Blue Fish Park- as if you were spat out by any other spirit gate. Those who died on the Horizon will find themselves amongst you, none the worse for wear. Physically, at least. The corrupted will find their minds clear of the Core's influence, their memories of what they did aboard the ship can either either fuzzy or crystal clear. Regardless, you are now all back in Kaisou and safe- though the mental trauma of what happened may linger for a while.
The dominant element this month is Earth! Anyone with an affinity to the wind element will find themselves boosted throughout the month. This could mean a boost to their power, having more energy, feeling more inspired with creativity, having better luck on different attempts -- the boost can manifest in all sorts of different ways. By contrast, anyone with an affinity for Water will be experiencing the opposite. Perhaps their powers will be weaker, they have less energy, they're having a creative block or general worse luck - again it can manifest in all sorts of way and players are free to play with this mechanic as they'd like.
The original OOC plotting post for this event can be found here. There will be a midmonth Zodiac post on the 15th. If you wish to have your character in this event, you MUST SIGN UP by October 6th.
Characters NOT involved in this plot ARE allowed to comment as hallucinations that the characters on the ship are seeing. However, these hallucinations are hallucinations ONLY. They cannot relay any information the hallucinating character doesn't already know, and the real version of the hallucinated character will have know memory of being a hallucination.
Husk | Hazbin Hotel - OTA
[Husk, like most things, is deeply unimpressed with being in space. He doesn't stare with wonder at the everything around them, not at the inky blackness outside, not at Neptune, not at the technological marvels around them. Instead, he heads to the cafeteria, where he starts rifling through the astronaut food and drink there and make a distressing discovery. ]
What the fuck? Where's the BOOZE?
[He's soon drawn to the Core. He can feel it thrumming through his body, calling him. For the first day he keeps wandering into the spiked room to stare at it, ears pinned back, tail flicking in an unsteady tempo. And then suddenly the Core OPENS. He's blinded by the light when it first appears, but then when it fades to the goopy substance, he stares, as if in a trance. He shifts slowly towards it, if you're with him? Too bad, he's not listening to you if you try to stop him.]
...Angel?
[His hand brushes up against the surface of the Core and... immediately gets sucked in. Everything is still for a while- then just as quickly, he's thrown back out, catatonic, staring into nothing. It's... probably fine.]
Day 3
[Husk was doing real bad from the second he woke up from being in the Core. He remembers Hell from his past afterlife - he remembers it vividly. He's not sure if this is the same thing, but if he were a gambling man (and he very much IS) he'd put damn good money on it being one and the same. Hell is a place of genuine happiness and horrific nightmares for him, existing in perfect, terrible harmony. Honestly, most people just end up there, but it's not that which makes him want to open the gate back. He's pretty certain someone else came with him. And as the hallucinations kick in, he's ever the more certain of that.
Anyone coming across Husk will find him looking far more haunted than he usually does. Gone is his pissy air of apathy. Instead, he looks genuinely terrified. A neon green collar can be seen around his neck, attached to a similar neon green chain, vanishing off into the darkness. At first, all you hear is radio static, perhaps a laugh on the radio waves, but soon you start to see a deer-like man in a fancy red coat. The green chain wraps around the radio mic he carries with him. He smiles a sharp-toothed smile always. He talks in a irritating upbeat tone - like you'd expect from someone on the earliest days of radio in the 1920s. ]
Come now, Husker, there's no need to be such a sourpuss about it. You knew I'd always come back and collect you eventually [He gives the chain a tug, making Husk stumble forward. Husk hisses like a cornered animal, trying to back away and get distance from him again.] I'd never let my pet stay lost for long, after all! What would the neighbours say?
Fuck off you fuckin' piece of shit. I ain't your fuckin' pet.
[Husk really isn't in the mood to be dealing with anything else right now, so if you come over to him while the Radio Demon is just laughing at him, he'll spin around, anger bruning in his expression- rgerdless of if you spoke to him or not- he's not in any mind now, right or otherwise.]
Fuck off. No one fuckin' asked your opinion.
Day 4
[Husk's mental state only decreases after that. He gets killed plenty and each time he comes back that fuckin' CHAIN appears around his neck again and Alastor tugs him around the ship, happily telling him of what he should be doing to other people. Sometimes, there's an edge of command to his tone that Husk cannot ignore- a demand to attack or kill someone that he has to obey. In that case, he will lash out with either his knife-sharp playing cards or with a blast of ice aimed at your head- snarling like a wild animal.
Or perhaps you'll find him in a quieter, but no more lucid moment, sitting in the canteen of the ship. He has some freeze-dried chocolate pudding, which he is swirling like it's a glass of whiskey. The chain is still around his neck, but this time a teenage boy stands across from him arms folded, staring down at the old demon.]
You let them kill me. You could have stopped it, but you didn't. You failed me, and then you went and replaced me. How do you know you won't fuck it up with her too, eventually? I mean, you've got a record for it now, Old Man.
[Husk takes a "swig" of the pudding. It sure as shit ain't whiskey, but right now he feels if he pretends hard enough he can manage to convince himself otherwise. ]
Ain't like that, Kid. You know that. I know that. Hey- hey, Marlon? Can you score me some whiskey? Or...shit, I'd take fuckin' Everclear at this point. Hand sanitiser? Literally fuckin' anything. I'm going outta my nut here.
[ Alastor chimes in, helpfully, from where he is sitting on a stool next to them, leg crossed casually over the other. ]
Don't be silly Husker, they don't have alcohol on scientific vessels! You know where there IS booze? HELL! Copious amounts to fill your bootstraps with! All you have to do is-
I know, I KNOW- open the fuckin' gate. You don't gotta stop chirping on about it, Asshat.
[It's- it's probably fine to come and bother him, right? This seems like a perfectly safe time to go bother him. (Spoilers: it's not) ]
Wildcard/multiple kill shots?
[Let's DO it! ]
day three
Three days since their arrival, and everything is a wreck. His sister is dead. He's hardly gotten any sleep. He's been chastised and ridiculed by hallucinations all day, each one trying his patience and him trying to ignore them as best he can. Avoiding them has been a futile effort in general, so Noah has been trying to at least keep himself occupied by walking around, hoping to find a familiar face.
Husk isn't exactly a familiar face, but the hostility thrown out at him sure is. Noah exhales, mouth going into a thin line as he sees Alastor holding the leash. He wasn't going to comment on anything, but it seems like Husk already is set to snap at anyone close.
Said with bewilderment and also irritation-] I hadn't said anything.
[And yet from behind the Halovian comes an unusually dual-toned voice that emanates from an odd looking raven, who decides to perch on his shoulder. Noah glares at the bird, one hand rudely shoving the creature off as it lets out an indignant noise.]
You'll simply allow someone to speak to you with that tone, Sunday? Especially considering your position, and all you have worked towards for the Charmony Festival? We thought we had raised you better.
[Sharply, and Noah practically growls back at the bird.] I told you- I'm not Sunday. Leave me alone.
[What happens when two demons come across a man who gives off the vibes of an angel, without him actually being one? Time to find out.]
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He's already on edge - he can hear the crackling of the radio and he can feel the collar at his throat, tugging at him. Husk doesn't know what the raven is about, he doesn't know what "Sunday" is about, but he does know this dude has angel stank all over him and that is enough to get his back up. His hands go to his knife cards, pulling on off.]
Go fuck yourself, I don't want any of your shit. Leave ME alone.
day 3
[Because what Ragna needed was someone lashing out at him right now, someone who didn't have any right to like Kni and Vash did. A real quick fucking way to piss him off while he was already on edge and paranoid and quite frankly.
Scared. Scared while a revolving door of ghosts from his past and "Bloodedge"'s past constantly fucking taunted him about that fear.
A maniacally cackling man with spiked green hair and a black suit with unbuttoned shirt having as much of the time of his life towards Ragna as the Radio Demon image was with Husk.]
You fuck off, asshole.
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[Like that makes any difference here. But Husk is paranoid, and the radio crackling is just getting louder. He catches sight of Ranga's personal hell and that does nothing to ease his mindset. His tail lashes, angry and looking for something to lash out. And here's Ragna, being an easy target.
The collar on his neck tightens, he growls.]
Eat a fuckin' dick. I don't need to deal with you and your bitch-ass attitude today.
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[Had both their biggest enemies truly been in this ship with them, they'd surely have the time of their lives watching the cat and dog circling around one another, ready to tear each other apart.
It didn't help that, as if to add to Ragna's fear and paranoia, he saw that ghost form of Terumi's hover about just over where Husk was. He was seconds away from swinging if the way his right arm pulsed with shadows was any indicator.]
You keep starting shit and I'll fucking finish it.
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[Alastor would revel in this. He was always such a fan of watching people tear each other apart, this would be the best time for him.
Husk sees Ragna's arm pulse, snarling. He pulls out his knife cards, they start to swirl around his head like angry bees as Husk glowers at the kid.]
I'd like to see you fuckin' try. I can put you in the ground, you obnoxious little fuck.
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But he didn't care right now, he didn't care he just wanted to rip this fucking old man a new one.]
You've already got a foot in the grave, talk shit and get hit. [There's less finesse in Ragna's movements than usual as he went straight to lunge at Husk with one of his shadowy claws.]
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Husk moves out of the way, but the chain around his neck is hampering his movements, so the claws get the edge of a wing, pulling out a slice of it, leaving blood and feathers in their wake. Husk hisses in anger, tail lashing. ]
Oh, you fucker.
Now, now, Husker. [Alastor's chiding little voice chimes in, tugging at the chain.] Are you really going to let that stand? I thought you were better than this.
[Husk ignores the Radio Demon, instead, lashing out with his knife cards, sending two spiralling towards Ragna. ]
Day 4
...You'll not find peace behind that gate. I think you know that, somewhere deep down.
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Husk's ears are swivelling, trying to locate where the voice is coming from, his fur on end. ]
Where the fuck are you?
[ He is neither confirming nor denying Nito's comment. ]
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[There's a pause as he moves to a different spot.]
Considering how violent this trip has turned, I'm sure you understand my caution.
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Don't play fuckin' games. [It's snarled out, angry, tail lashing. ] I ain't in the mood for this bullshit.
[Alastor tugs the collar around his neck, humming softly.]
You're always SUCH a Sourpuss, Husker. You'll never keep your enemies guessing if you're so hostile all the time.
Shut up. Shut the FUCK up. [Husk tries to ignore Alastor, still looking for Nito. ] Either show yourself or fuck off.
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Playing games at a time like this would be cruel, and unlike our captors, I have nothing to gain from cruelty. I just want to prevent anyone else from being consumed.
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Too late for that, fucko. [He gestures to where the Radio Demon is leaning on a wall, humming softly to himself. ] Most of us are real fuckin' gone at this point.
[He's pulling out his knife cards as they spin around him in lazy circles. He doesn't know what they're do against a skeleton, but he can sure try.]
Just walk on. Leave me the hell alone.
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...It would be more productive to turn those blades on your actual tormentor, but if you insist on attempting to harm me, I will be forced to bite you.
[There is no threat to his tone, in spite of the chill. Just facts. A natural consequence of an action. He doesn't blame Husk for accidentally kicking a wound a thousand years old, not with the way the phantoms seem to be picking at both of them.]
Listen, fight, or leave yourself. That decision is yours, for I am not one to abandon others.
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Fuckin' hilarious, you're a goddamn riot.
[He flicks out his hand, the knife cards flying through the air towards Nito. ]
Get fucked, asshole.
kill shot kill shot | cw stabbing, violence, character death
He hears footsteps down the hall. Hears a whisper in his head that sounds like James Kidd, urging him to wait and see. He crouches down.
The hidden blade flicks out.]
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So he doesn't see the assassin waiting in the wings. He stops, near where Edward is hiding, glaring at Alastor.]
Will you quit it with the fuckin' singing?
Just making things light, Husker! It's dismal in here. I'm perking the place up!
You're perking something up, you fuckin' psycho.
[He's just going to argue with someone who isn't even really here. Unaware. ]
cw murder attempt
Instead, the man who passes him by is Woodes fucking Rogers, one of the few Templars to manage to survive a hidden blade to the neck. Edward waits, waits, waits—
There!
He leaps out of hiding, both hidden blades flicking out from under his wrists, shadows clinging to his heels. He’s going to try and jam them into
Husk’sRogers’s throat—a quick end, one that he ought to have made damn sure of years ago. He’ll make sure now.]cw: death
The blades dig into his throat and the demon can only make a confused, gargling noise before he drops to the ground. He manages a few bubbling breaths, before he stills- quick, ended in a second.
His body lays there for a moment, blood pooling around by his throat, staining the white parts of his fur pink. But his body doesn't stay there. It's not a big wound, mortal as it was, it doesn't take long for the throat to knit together again, for Husk to take a breath in again.
He's up in a second, snarling- teeth bared, leaping at the person who felled him. He's aiming to get his claws in Edward's throat- see how he fuckin' likes it. ]
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Stupid. But he stands there stunned as Rogers's image flickers into that of Husk's, and he hears Roberts laugh in the distance as he stumbles back, eyes wide as he watches the blood pool under Husk's body.]
What in God's name did I do?
[It's said with horror, and for a moment he sees things clear again. Just for a moment, just long enough for Husk to spring up and leap at him.
He ought to move.
He doesn't. In his shock, his instincts kick in just a beat too late, and Husk's claws tear right into his throat. He makes a wet, gurgling noise like he's trying to speak through the blood pouring out of his throat, and thinks—huh. So that's what it feels like.
Thinks: oh god, no, my children, please, I have to be back for them—]
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He feels the chain tug at his neck, pulling him onwards, on to something else, whatever whims his master wanted of him. He doesn't even look back at Edward to watch him die. He's left to hit the ground and die alone.]
CW: Eye Gore, reference to aforementioned deaths
Jonathan found, as he progressed through the last few hours, that it was easier to ignore a sound than it was a sight. With a great amount of mental fortitude, he therefore did what he thought best to preserve that.
And dug each clawed thumb, in the form of a bat, into his eyes.
Were one to open those lids by force in any form or shape, there'd be nothing but a mess there- like this at least though, it only seems as if he's keeping them shut for some reason. At least if one ignores the drying rivers of red coming from under them.
But now he can't see, is the thing.
He can't see Husk, as he walks through the hall. He can't see Edward when the man comes out from the shadows to make his kill. He can only hear-
Hear Husk and some other figure, arguing.
Hear Edward, in his brief peril.
Hear Husk, snarling-]
Edward? ...Husk..??
[And draw his own conclusions. In his mind, it is not so hard to assume; that the one who was arguing with Husk did something, caused some confusion, caused Edward to do something-
(And the thing about throat and lung injuries is they're so soundless, by their nature. There's no wind to make the sound, just a faint, faint, bubbling-)
Jonathan can't see but he can hear, and it doesn't even occur to him that the voice he hears next might be false.]
He's going for the others! Quickly!
[No time to question it right? He can ask Edward what he's looking at later, can't he?
Fists of gold crackle with 'flame'. Jonathan, in the form of a man, makes his charge in but a a few quick and easy strides, ducking his head to better rush in the confined space.]
This ends here, foul beast..!
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Normally he'd fly. Instinct tells him to fly, but he can't fly in this space. Panicked, he conjures a mass of fog, to try and cover him, to stop the angelic... whatever getting him. But Jonathan's not using his eyes right now, and that's Husk's first error.
The second is reacting to the illusion of Alastor, as he hums and chuckles at the mess. Oh DEAR, I think you upset the wrong person, Husker! ]
Shut the fuck up. I'm trying to deal with this shit.
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cw: burning