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//EVENT026.EXE

Who: All of the unlucky souls who are dragged along for the ride
When: IC: 5/22 to 5/26 ; OOC: 2/13 to 2/20
Where: The Dark Parts of Cerealia
What: File Not Found
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for violence and some scary situations; please let the mods know if the rating needs to go up or the log needs to be locked!




//event026.EXE



You're probably woken up by the explosion first. A loud, deafening boom comes from behind the walls of the residential district. When you look outside your window towards the darker, more secretive area of the city, you might see the structure around it... crumbling, the land falling in on itself slowly but surely. That might be what wakes you up first. If it doesn't, you may be awoken instead by the sudden jerking feeling behind your navel pulling you from where you are to somewhere... else.

It's dark. The first thing you notice is that it's dark -- and then come the scrabbling sounds of creatures in the dark, like metal being dragged across metal, a chilling, sharp sound. The first thing that becomes clear, as your vision adjusts, is that you're on a rickety pathway, metal and rusting and frail, above what appears to be yawning blackness. Far, far below, there's the faint sound of rushing water, a ways away.

The second thing that becomes clear is that you are very much not alone. Something is out there with you, and from the screeching metallic noises that come ever closer, it seems to be stalking you.

Thankfully, you're not alone -- right?

...

...........

................

:)


//SCENARIOS.EXE


PHASE I

[ ??? ] It’s drafty here. You’re below ground, that’s for certain from the echoes of the wind in the darkness. If you continue on forwards along the rickety, metal railing that serves as a walkway, the skittering noises of creatures in the dark follow -- but they don’t appear.

It seems everyone has been dumped along this pathway at random; you may be with friends, with enemies or with someone you’ve never met before, but either way, it soon becomes clear. There are only two ways to go along this path: up or down.

If you choose to take the path that follows a gradual slope down, the sounds of water lapping against a surface increase bit by bit, the air growing heavier and danker, until finally, the metallic platform gives way very suddenly (watch your step!) to a muddy bank. Down here, everything is darker, and not far away there’s the water. It’s cold and frigid and there are unfriendly creatures that await if you choose to delve into it. However, if you brave those creatures, and dive deeply enough, there is a mask. It rests half-buried by silt and rocks, but it’s there, and can be found by any intrepid explorers.

Somehow, it feels a little familiar.

And if you carry on in the cave system underground, eventually you will come across what appears to be an altar. There is blood on it -- not fresh, but not more than a month old -- and pieces of trinkets. Old bits of cloth, locks of hair, and some of them may even be familiar. Any dropped character who has a reasonably large amount of spiritual or magical power may have left scraps, such as pieces of clothing, trinkets, hair, or the sort behind at the altar.

Maybe that's why they weren't in the Nexus Code.

PHASE II

[ ??? ] If you go up, you will eventually make your way above ground. It takes some time, and some luck -- you’ll have to avoid rusty railing and pathways, the path crumbling under you and that creeping sensation that something is following and watching you -- and then you’ll suddenly be in fresh air.

Well. It’s not so fresh, really.

The landscape is broken down and crumbled. It may have once been part of the city of Cerealia, but now it is in utter disrepair and decay. Buildings have crumbled, and debris is everywhere. There are signs of the same level of technology that Cerealia has -- but it is all broken down and utterly inaccessible.

And you’re not alone.

It seems the technology and metal and broken down destruction has gained sentience over its time sitting alone, waiting. And it is not happy to be disturbed. The creatures are made of pieces of everything around them, and when cut down, they’ll just slowly rebuild themselves from the debris.

It might be time to run.

They aren't happy about being disturbed, and you're in their way.

PHASE III

[ ??? ] Above ground, there are a lot of broken down buildings.

Some can’t be accessed at all; some are too broken, too reduced to rubble. For those looking for shelter, they'll be able to find buildings where the doors can be forced open and they can camp out on the inside to various degrees of stability. Though the ceiling may cave in or the floor fall out from under you at a moment's notice, it's better than being out there. Be careful, because none of the architecture here can be trusted anymore.

And other buildings... are even less trustworthy than that.

There is a series of buildings in the midst of the wasteland, somehow still standing. They stand there silently, towering over the rest of the rubble in their two-story glory, and if the doors are forced open, it soon becomes clear that the building itself is full of mirrors.

Once, the mirrors had perhaps covered the walls and ceiling. Once, this building might have been akin to something of a ballet studio, somewhere to express yourself creatively. But now the mirrors are shattered and broken into pieces and the building lacks the joy it might have once held. Shards of mirror cover the floor, some big, some not so big, but they still hang from the walls as well and everywhere you look, you can see yourself.

And then, the reflection changes. From one blink to the next, you see a memory playing in the mirrors. Your memory. You’ll see a glimpse of one of your most traumatic or life-changing moments, broken up but clear in the shards. Blink and look away, and it’s gone, only to show up again in the next mirror a few moments later. Surely it’s just a trick of the light, right?

Except if someone else is with you, they’ll see it too -- and you might end up seeing a bit of their own past as well. Hope you're fond of sharing.

PHASE IV

[ ??? ] If you survive the monsters, the crumbling landscape and the untrustworthy buildings, you may eventually find a terminal. It is buried deep among the rubble. One turn around a corner, one stumble into a hole, and you will find it. It sits there, out in the middle of nowhere; the building in which it used to be housed is apparently long gone, reduced to nothing but rubble.

And if you turn it on, there is a brief message.


Transmission Broadcasting.

Transmission Connected.


And then, there is a face.

BONUS

[ ??? ] For those who have been wearing their masks a little too much, they might also start to notice that there are some strange effects attached, which worsen the more they’ve been wearing said masks. How badly they worsen is up to your discretion.

➝ Broken Mask: An intense feeling of paranoia, focused on whoever your character is with. They might also begin to remember fabricated memories of being betrayed by those people.

➝ Barcode Mask: Everything will begin to have value to them. There will be whispers in the back of their mind of the worth of their friends, the worth of a monster, the worth of everything around them. An intense need to own and consume as much as possible and as quickly as possible.

➝ Dripping Blood Mask: An intense lack of self-worth, a hollow feeling and thoughts of being weak and empty. Feeling as disposable as possible and an intense listless along with it.

:( Mask: A need to prove yourself, to show everyone how strong you are as quickly as possible. You can do things, you can be of worth to everyone around you. Why won't they see that? Why?

➝ Ivy Mask: A choking sort of terror from all things metal and technology based, and a need to lash out against it. An intense distrust for anything that they feel is against the laws of nature.

➝ Grey Mask: More personable than normal, more emotional, more empathetic. An intense feeling of kindness and gratitude to those around you and a renewed love of life.

➝ Feather Mask: A dulled, lack of emotion. A detached feeling to everything around you. A sort of bland curiosity towards things without any empathetic reaction.

➝ Bloody Fingerprints Mask: They'll feel absolutely fine. No change.

The effects of the broken mask can stack on top of the others, if they chose to break their mask after the other effects began to appear. No other effects can be stacked, as no other changes can be stacked.


PENALTY

[ ??? ] For characters who die while in the dark parts of the city, things will get... a little strange. They will die as normal, but they will wake up almost immediately after their death -- in the Nexus Code. They will have a few surreal moments to be there, to see their friends who have left Cerealia hanging lifelessly from odd, glimmering strands (though there are some faces, of course, that are missing, anyone who was spiritual, or magical, seems strangely absent) and then --

They’re back to being dead.

When characters revive in Cerealia, anywhere from one IC day to three or four IC days later, they will find that things are… not quite right with their code. They’re glitching, for a lack of a better word. Sometimes, their fingers will phase right through an object, their own limbs registering as cold and lifeless. Sometimes, they will see a face watching them -- but when they turn around to try to see who it is, the face will be gone.

These effects will last an IC week, before slowly things go back to normal.

That was strange.


[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with sensitive or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]

//RUN.EXE

Welcome to Cerealia's February event! Please visit the OOC information here, and should you have any questions, feel free to ask them here! You can also check the FAQ for more general inquiries. This event will last from 2/13 to 2/20, or IC 5/22 to 5/26. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

fatalstriker: (pic#7788834)

[personal profile] fatalstriker 2016-02-13 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Probably. They're both gonna suck, but if I had to take a guess...

[he looks at both paths for a moment, then motions towards the one that leads down.] I'd say that's the winner for crap-tier.

[naturally, this means it's where yuri plans to go, because he's a dumb shithead.]
cestmagnifique: (with a red red ribbon)

[personal profile] cestmagnifique 2016-02-13 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ The light blinds her at first in the near perfect darkness underground, only an eerily cool blue in the distance provided a checkpoint to work towards. But the sound of his voice behind the light causes her head to raise in curiosity, not aggression. She holds her hand up to shield her eyes from the light, but partially lowers her sword. ]

Stone? [ Yes, last name basis as she is with most people. ] Is that really you?
corona: (‣ scathing remark-making face)

phase 2a

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-13 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rapunzel throws out a hand to stabilise herself against one of the concrete walls, though it has the opposite effect. The collapse is sending vibrations through the structure. She wobbles and falls forward onto a knee, grazing it. ]

Why? [ Pascal chirps frantically in her ear for her to do what he (his device, at least!) says while she narrows her eyes. ] We only met once.

[ Unfortunately her mask - lined with cracks and the subtle imprint of feathers - is overruling Pascal's ideas for cooperation. ]
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ The face watches Touka's approach of the terminal without reaction and after her question, the screen will flicker black. Then, in red text: ]

B A R E

[ And the connection cuts. You're welcome to try again. ]
faceplate: (bruh come on)

[personal profile] faceplate 2016-02-13 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ and still, zero follows that step back. ]

Why back down from a challenge?

[ it could be just encouragement, in other contexts, but from zero it mostly sounds creepy. ]
masakados: (that sparkle in my thoughts)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
So... are we gonna check it out anyway?

[They can form the dumb shithead club, it seems.

Naoki flicks one of his fingers, sending a little burst of fire forward into the dark. It fizzles out quickly, but enough to illuminate that it goes... quite a bit down.]
fittedgloves: (82)

[personal profile] fittedgloves 2016-02-13 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ B A R E...

So she has to put on the mask? Kyouko lets out a sigh, before finally tying the mask around her head. It has fissures all over, but not from any attempts to break it. ]


Let me ask again. Who are you?
hijiwanwan: (38)

[personal profile] hijiwanwan 2016-02-13 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ not a random stranger... but still. kind of awkward. he has to snap out of this. ] It's you.

[ but he can only give Tsurumaru this incredulous look when he actually sounds completely serious about his question. he might even be caught a bit off guard, but he only scoffs. ]

You strangely sound sure that it's possible. Don't make me laugh.
Edited (im SLEEPY) 2016-02-13 05:05 (UTC)

[personal profile] zombiedude 2016-02-13 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Not with CERES. Okay.]

The altar that's underground... Does that belong to you? [It's the foremost thing in his mind at the moment, because he found the scrap of an orange t-shirt with familiar lettering there...]

And do you know why everything in this area feels... off? Empty? [It feels so weird to him - as if life itself is in limbo.]
cestmagnifique: (the sand inside my glass)

WILDCARD (POTENTIAL?) no who needs protags when you got idols AMIRITE

[personal profile] cestmagnifique 2016-02-13 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mitsuru, of course, picks up on it immediately. It's a clear, almost rounded sound that she hears inside of her head. The sensation of one's voice projected through a Persona is distinct enough that, even if she hadn't been able to attribute the source to Rise Kujikawa, she would have a fair guess otherwise. ]

Kujikawa.

[ She hears that her own reply is much more fluid as well, likely enhanced by Kanzeon rather than Artemisia's rudimentary abilities. ]

This is Mitsuru Kirijo. I can hear you.
adornmental: (dawn)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Don't apologize.

[It's a far cry from his usual harsh, loud and sometimes grating tone. His voice is big and he takes up as much audio space as possible, but that doesn't mean he's forgotten how to be soft and soothing, how to speak to the frightened children hiding under the docks, starving and thirsty and cold. When he isn't pushed away, he folds Lili up into his arms as gently as he can manage, one hand running gentle circles over her back and the other resting with steady sureness at her shoulder.

For however long it takes Lili to stop crying, he'll stand like this - but he's also keeping a careful eye on the shards around them, benign for now.]


...When we leave, don't look up.

[Just in case those images return.]
dishevelment: Messala (concerned)

III

[personal profile] dishevelment 2016-02-13 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He felt like he had just witnessed a murder.

The full set of circumstances were lost on him, but a few features were obvious: the sigil belonged to a man of importance, and this had been a fully pre-meditated scenario.

But that didn't matter. Mutsu looked like he was ready to shut down.]


...Mutsunokami, [Koumei intoned, his voice quiet and grave in the shadows of the building. It was hard to see the young man like this, especially when his brilliant demeanor reminded him so much of his fallen cousins, and his manner in that moment was reminiscent of emotions that were far more intimate in nature.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out a hand to stop Mutsu from trying to proceed further, and attempt to offer some comfort.

Even as his own heart pounded in his chest at his own recollections, he had long since become practiced at separating himself from his emotions.]


It's not your fault.
horsepoop: (行こう)

iii

[personal profile] horsepoop 2016-02-13 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[It would be just his luck that he stumbles upon this scene, wouldn't it? He'd been immensely relieved to see Mikazuki, though he hadn't wanted to risk calling out and putting them in danger.

But maybe he should have. Maybe then, he wouldn't have walked in at this moment--watching Mikazuki watch the mirrors watch sword after sword after sword meet their end.

It's a part of their life. It always has been. Namazuo knows that perfectly well, and he's old enough and wise enough not to let it cloud his judgment in battle. But that doesn't make it easy. And for Mikazuki? Namazuo may not know him that well, but Mika isn't exactly heartless. To have his own history played out like this, for anyone to see...]


--Honebami?

[He should've expected it. But the sight of his brother catches him off-guard, and he stares, wide-eyed and pale. Of all the places, after everything he's been through up until now... it's too much. It's just too much.]
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ The face just stills for a moment as it takes in the sight of the two masks before sort of... spinning in place a few times. When it stills, the screen flickers to black. ]

Zero. A Friendly Foe.

[ Then, after a moment: ]

I am A Friendly Face.
debossy: (Maid Day is a very dangerous day.)

[personal profile] debossy 2016-02-13 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
. . . Hmph.

[He shrugs off the mask, narrowing his eyes, and sets it aside. Then he types, this time:]

Is this bare enough for you?
discard: (nope nope and nope again)

here i am i've got this

[personal profile] discard 2016-02-13 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Leon's far from happy as well about this entire situation. The dark, the monsters--those he can handle, but everything else has been thoroughly frustrating. To think that he's stuck here, like this, and he hasn't even found Stahn yet... and is Otome out here as well? He has to find Stahn, Otome, maybe some of the others, but mostly because he's certain they can't survive here--

So he's a little grimy, a little injured from a run-in with a rusted piece of metal pathway that fell apart under his feet (just a glancing blow, not enough to heal) and he's definitely too focused on talking to Chal, Swordian out in front of him, to realize at first that the monster is coming up behind him. But the screeching metal of it standing at its full height is impossible to ignore, and Leon is already turning to face it, sword up and drawing his dagger, when Stahn lunges in front of him.

His eyes widen, and for a moment, all he can hear is his heartbeat in his ears.

This isn't what he wanted.

This isn't right.]


Stahn!

[Get out of the way. Get out from in front of him. It's as though time has slowed down, but so have his limbs, and he's not fast enough--]

You idiot, move--!
floramentirosa: (You know they're only toys)

[personal profile] floramentirosa 2016-02-13 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
phase i.

[One minute, Minatsuki was going clothes shopping. The next minute, she finds herself feeling like she's somehow come out of a bad fall, because when she comes to, surrounded by darkness, she actually screams, which causes the skittering noises to grow more rapid and louder, even though nothing comes out.

But she feels the cold breeze, and she realizes that, somehow, she's alive, and shakily rises to her feet with a loud, disdainful sucking of the teeth (was I fuckin’ scared?), stumbling forward through the walkway----]

a. [Ultimately, she find herself going further and further down along the path, shuddering and coughing due to how stale the air is around her, letting out irritable grunts at the foul odor and pulling her shirt collar up over her nose.

That's when she accidentally kicks a stray pebble against a nearby wall, and it echoes loudly enough for most people to hear. That's when she sees shadows. The sounds of sloshing from the surrounding water. She tenses, calling upon whip wing---]


---The fuck?!

[While she manages to slit the throat out of these hospitable fellows, several more come crawling and rushing in from the surrounding darkness, and Minatsuki finds herself getting backed into a corner as she tries to follow their erratic movements in the poor lighting, whip wing flashing and lashing around wildly…]

ii. ( closed to lop ) You gotta be fucking kidding me...

[With an exasperated, and slightly pained, groan, Minatsuki drops to her knees once she reaches the strange altar, hoping to find some kind of shelter. Instead, she finds this freaky satanic bullshit. Just her luck, and what doesn't help is that she's now covered in cuts and bruises from being ambushed several times by the resident creatures in trying to stealth her way through the caves.

She's already ripped her shirt to hell and beyond to create makeshift bandages to at least keep the deeper wounds from bleeding too much, but she's pretty sure the day's nearing to a close, and she's not sure she's got enough gas in the tank for more spelunking.

Minatsuki flops onto her back, blearily looking up at the altar and all the offerings surrounding it, sneering weakly.]


Tch. Not even anything goddamn useful, huh? Shit---ow---

[Idly turning on her side while wincing, she wonders if she's just going to be stuck here by herself.

If anything, it'd probably be karma, and the thought makes her snicker bitterly, but there's a hint of anger and fear on her face as she squeezes her eyes shut.]


phase ii.

[While Minatsuki is used to being starved out----Deadman Wonderland, or rather, Tamaki Fuckhead Foxface, had a habit of exacting some pretty nasty retribution upon the prisoners when he wasn't happy, or when he just felt like it---but she had the advantage of contraband over there, and here, well.

Let's just say she's decided it'd be a good idea to scavenge. She's started small, digging around trash receptacles and broken-down vehicles. Nothing. Her stomach growls, alongside her own annoyed growl as she stomps away from the ruins of what may have been some kind of small corner shop.

Should anyone be within the immediate vicinity, or approaching the store themselves, Minatsuki’ll shake her head, sucking her teeth, saying:]


It's a dud. Don't fucking bother. [And she looks around, raising an eyebrow.] Seems like this is some kinda inner-city district, anyway. Might have better luck in the swankier area if---

[---That's when another ruined car goes flying overhead, straight into the corner store itself, and promptly---]

----Shit! Move!

[Regardless of whether or not the other person moves, Minatsuki scrambles out of the way just as the car explodes, dive-rolling to the left to avoid the resulting debris. The footfalls that ensue quickly prompt her to stand back up, yanking her earrings off to summon whip wing while warily scanning the area for the car-chucker in question…

...And finds herself faced with three odd bootleg Transformer creatures. Great. As one raises an arm to toss a fallen streetlight, she swiftly lops it off with whip wing, only to watch it regenerate using other pieces of debris. She snarls, briefly eyeing whoever her compatriot might be, snapping:]


You got two choices----either let your balls drop and let's get to tussling, or run before you piss me off if you aren't up for that shit!

phase iii.

[Day three and she's already too old for this shit. But the series of oddly tall, looming buildings further into the ruined city look promising in terms of scavenging---it looks swanky enough---so in she goes, cutting the doors down with whip wing, only to be greeted by nothing but...broken mirrors.

Minatsuki starts pinching the bridge of her nose. Well, fuck a duck---can her luck get any worse? Letting out a scoff, she's turning on her heel when she catches a movement out of the corner of her eye, and turns back around.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth is slightly agape. She stands stock still; it's like her body refuses to move.

But it's unmistakable. The woman's clothes, her hair, her face, her smile---

----It's her mother, as well as herself, as a child, pruning some flowers. Her mother gently guides her younger self's hands as she goes---]


No! I...f...fuck you!

[---Minatsuki shatters the mirror outright, breathing heavily, her expression a mix of seething anger, slight fear, and even slighter…hurt? She furiously shakes her head.]

I...I'm over that shit, dammit!

( ooc: the full memory will play out in different imagery depending on whoever tags! )
Edited 2016-02-13 05:10 (UTC)
adornmental: (heartache)

iii! R U READY ESKI

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[That's how it always starts: the dim light of a candle, and the dark wood of an inn.

Kashuu is much more hesitant to enter, but he does anyway, because there's a lot to lose but there's a lot to gain-- the whereabouts of all of their missing comrades, who had left behind such ominous gifts at the altar. But this is different - it's different this time, isn't it? Because there isn't the chaotic burst of many, many men fighting and dying, or the spilled lamp oil burning trails down the hallway. There's only two, and silence. A third, and darkness. Kashuu doesn't understand at first, because everything happens so quickly and it's dark in this building in general, and as his attention spins from one piece of glass to the next, Mutsu runs into him.]


Ow— [A little, reflexive sound. The jolt is enough to break his attention free, though.] ...Mutsu?
geophile: (pic#9305682)

[personal profile] geophile 2016-02-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ now isn't quite the time for him to be asking her to be more casual (especially because he's still on a last name basis with her as well), seeing as there's more pressing matters at hand.

he greets her with a small smile, more relieved than anything else. he'll approach her, cradily staying where she is to give them the proper light. ]


Yes. I'm glad to see you're in one piece.
hijiwanwan: (44)

[personal profile] hijiwanwan 2016-02-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hijikata only does he best... He'll try to grab Namazuo's hand but he keeps moving it??? ]

Hey, if you're going to help at least keep your hand still...

[ BUT... Once Namazuo helps him up! He can only sigh- what a way to start this weird day... He only just woke up right? This day is already a blur, he doesn't know. ]

Yeah... [ It wasn't that bad of a fall, he thinks at least. ] You didn't get hurt, did you?
corona: (‣ no i cannot see u like this)

phase iii

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-13 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Naturally people would be drawn to this place. It's the only building within several decimated city blocks that looks sound enough even from a distance to support some kind of rescue effort. Rapunzel considers painting a "DO NOT ENTER" sign on the outside of the building, but then figures it won't have much of an effect. Nothing seems to in this place. No matter how many people are saved or cheered up, someone is always in pain...

Take Lili, for example. Rapunzel turns to look down at her friend with a face as blank as the glass behind her. Instead of a clear memory bouncing around between panes, her memories project as flashes of light and dark - shapes, emotions, intensity. It's unpleasant and nauseating. If she could see it herself, she might feel disoriented.

Then again, judging from how she reacts without a single word or touch to Lili's hands grabbing onto her, it's doubtful. For his part, Pascal rushes down from the top of her head to sit at her shoulder, gazing at Lili with wide, pleading eyes as if warning her away or apologising for something... ]


...Oh. You. Are you crying again?
Edited (WHATEVER NOTHING HAPPENED) 2016-02-13 05:15 (UTC)
meouch: (pic#9862185)

punches

[personal profile] meouch 2016-02-13 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh god. oh god, he wasn't fast enough, and steven was — dead, and the realization still hasn't sunk in just yet. no, it has. just... the shock is numbing him? he's crying, and he hadn't realized it. he kind of feels like puking. and then there's beldum, and adrien looks around him, at all the pokémon, his gaze focusing for a second more on metagross.

they've known him way longer. they're probably hurting so much more.

and so he looks back at beldum again, outstretching a hand carefully to settle on top of it. ]


Bel— [ ah, that was raspy and his words aren't really coming out of his throat. ] —Beldum. Beldum, it's Adrien.

[ and even as he tries to reassure weakly, his frazzled, fractured mind is still reeling. maybe he could... move him? yeah, as chat, he could carry steven no problem (he couldn't make one of the pokémon do that), and... cerealia was really futuristic, so maybe they could have something that could help when he finds the way back, even if steven's— ]
fittedgloves: (9)

[personal profile] fittedgloves 2016-02-13 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Can you? [ She doesn't seem too surprised though. He looks like someone who can. ]

I'm not entirely sure. I would like to find any clues leading toward what CERES is really after, but the likelihood of finding anything pertaining to that is low.
immobileyes: (Ke$ha had it right)

[personal profile] immobileyes 2016-02-13 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wait, what-- Mary's immediately scrambling over there. ]

Are you okay?!

[ PLEASE BE ALIVE. ]
cestmagnifique: (i hide in an empty room)

[personal profile] cestmagnifique 2016-02-13 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hear strange voices, visages of the dead, it shouldn't be surprising that one such face makes himself visible to her as well. Though she knows that Shinjiro is back, solid and as alive as one can be given the circumstances, the weight of witnessing death sinks easily back onto her heart. She knows well she can never be fully over what happened to her father, but she can accept it and use it as a stepping stone to make herself stronger, a better person as Yukari had taught her.

But seeing it in front of her, clear as day? That...brings an entirely new type of pain. It's more than reliving it in her mind, it's every detail etched in all over again. And after the time she's had below, it gets to her.

She does turn to the sound of his voice, looking and a little dazed. Her normally immaculate appearance is tarnished with grime on her boots and tears in her shirt, her hair having seen better days as well. But she's alive, and isn't that what matters?

He's alive.

Right? ]


...Aragaki.

[ It comes a little more belated than it should be as Mitsuru forces herself to straighten. ]

How long have you been here? I haven't sensed your presence this entire time.