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sixthiterationlogs2016-06-30 04:00 pm
sixthiteration) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-06-30 04:00 pm
Entry tags:
- !arrival post,
- asoiaf: jon snow,
- dragon age: dorian pavus,
- heathers: veronica sawyer,
- losers: cougar alvarez,
- martian: mark watney,
- marvel: frank castle,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: sam wilson,
- ouat: emma swan,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- spn: jo harvelle,
- star trek: kira nerys,
- star wars: hux,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- tvd: kol mikaelson
July Arrivals
WHO: Arrivals
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
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Doesn't matter. For now, he'll just stick with her.
"Shall we just pick a direction and see what we find, then?" Because really, he doesn't even know where to start, but standing around being confused doesn't sound like the best plan either.
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Wondering for a moment, but they all seem to be milling and standing around in the same spots, going through the same motions, and she doesn't either want to cat herb or see a way to, if they don't know what the hells out there beyond this spot and it's creepy, stupid, person-regurgitating, fountain. She didn't want them under her feet and she didn't want to stand here and count how many bodies came out. Enough of them looked like they might be able to defend themselves if they had to.
They'll have to handle themselves for now and honestly, that's for the best. Especially given that Jo's only reaction right now to people slowing her down or getting in her way was not going to be a pretty one in the slightest. "Yeah, let's go."
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He's still a bit thrown by her Jo tag-teaming with him, situation considered or not. She'd never had a great opinion of he and his family, and the vampire aspect of his existence doesn't tend to sit well with hunters in general. Even the monster-accepting ones in Lawrence.
"Something feels off." He says suddenly, frowning as he tries to place it and put a name to what that 'something' even is.
Start: Arrivals Mini-Event
But that's as far as she gets before there is a deafening, shrieking something going off. Coming from what seems like all around and them, above and below. She curling toward her middle, hands suddenly over her ears, trying to flatten them and her hair to her head, as that noise feels like it's burrowing straight through her her, down her spine and into every bone in her body.
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He glances around for a source of the sound, but he can't even tell exactly which direction it's coming from because it sounds like it's coming from everywhere all at once. "C'mon, let's get outta here!" He just hopes she can read lips because he doubts she can hear him at all. For added assurance she'll catch his meaning, he nods his head in the direction they'd been walking.
They've only barely started taking their first steps to get on the road again when the wind suddenly picks up, sharp and strong enough to nearly push them over. Freak weather on top of waking up inside a bloody fountain, great.
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He nods one direction and she's nodding her head, that she understands, or agrees, or just will follow. She's not even sure. All of the above. Her head feels wrong bobbling on her head with the noise, and then suddenly the wind is slamming into them, and nearly sending her skittering a direction in her surprised. Making her have to drop her arms to actually catch her balance, which mean the alarm digs in harder, sharper, more painful. "Seriously, what the fuck?"
Jo's cringing but heading the way he nodded. The way the wind is actively almost shoving them down the path now.
"You'd think they finally figured out people crawled out of their fountain-like an infestation of bugs."
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He sort of regrets taking his hand away from his ears, though. Damn bloody siren's made his head feel like it might explode.
He scoffs and shakes his head a bit at the biting comment, so bitter, but he supposes for what little he knows of her, it's fitting enough. "It can't last forever." Mostly, he means the sounds, and maybe the wind that's cutting through to the bone the more it picks up and slicing through soaking wet clothing. He'll worry later about why he's feeling the cold so much anyway.
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Especially when she's been kidnapped, unarmed, undressed,
almost drowned, almost deafened, and almost knocked over now.
This place could die in a fucking fire heap already.
"Wishful thinking," Jo snaps back, against the screaming siren and wind, but she raising a hand to point two fingers toward the path, and really she's done with now having to balance back into the heavily gusting wind already, too. She'd rather not go toppling down this path toward the huge structure in that direction. That way, nowish. She's even halfway well into something faster than walking. Some side of that, no matter what it was, could be blocking the wind at least.
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"Yeah, well, I'll keep up the optimism for both of us," he quips back. He's not sure what she's so bent about, this'll all be fine in a couple weeks. They'll be home to their respective families. Or, well. His is a bit more of a mess of late and he'll just file that away in the 'So Very Much Not Thinking About It Now' box, thanks.
At least the woman held her own in the face of the crazy winds, and now there was some sort of building in the distance. Still a rather bit of distance, but in their line of vision which was incredibly important at this moment.
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Jo'll think about apologizing later if her brain isn't trying to bleed out of her ears every time that siren goes off and off and off. (Except she really won't.) She doesn't need help, but she won't turn down someone being there. In case, whatever the hell dragged them her and is trying to kill their lungs and ears now, has more than a few of itself. She doesn't love what he is, but she's more accepting than most and if he doesn't give her a reason to turn on him, she's not against using his skills to her advantage right now.
Which doesn't include touching her. Unless she actually does fall down at some point soon in this wind.
Which -- she has to be imagining this, right? It can't actually be getting stronger every time a gust slams into her, can it?
"Yeah, how 'bout you keep it yourself for now and we see about getting over there as fast as possible?" Jo was gesturing toward the shadow of the large structure. Ready to take whatever the hell it decided its next threat at that place, in that place, might be, over actually being in the middle of a wind storm. She doesn't wait for an answer. Her point is made by just taking off toward it, trying not to topple forward in as the wind slams her back over and over.
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The trek takes time, more than it should have thanks to the winds they had to fight their way through, but finally, eventually they arrive at the place and manage to slip inside. Safe and sound and away from the gusts of air trying to steal breaths and knock them down. As he comes to consider it, really, it was harder than it should have been, even for him, and he’s actually a bit more tired than he’d have expected. He shakes the thought from his mind and turns to his arrival partner--or whatever she may want to be called.
“Well, that was bloody ridiculous.” he comments, not at all quiet in his opinions.
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The doors are hard to open with the wind slamming into them, too. Throwing both of them, running, stumbling, forward into the doors, but slamming the high force of those gusts straight into the doors, too. Making it a fight to get those doors open and a struggle to pull them closed just as hard against the winds, until they are enough into the wind again and the wind slams them closed just as hard as it was slamming against keeping them closed.
"I'd still take killer wind over killer bunnies." Jo said, gasping from the running, back against the door. Pushing up as her eyes went over the other people who were already in the room, too. The way they weren't the only ones with this idea, and the idea they were all pushed somewhere raising the hairs on the back of her neck. A trap? With them all rounded up? Except they had all started in one spot, too.
"Actually, I probably wouldn't." There's a head bobble from side to side. "I'd know what were dealing with then, at least."
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Already in his short time here, in this new, wind-ridden world he found himself in, Kol feels something is off, different. Wrong, somehow, but in ways he can't quite explain or even begin to pinpoint yet. It tugs at something deep in the pit of his stomach, but he'll put it aside for now to worry about later. If he even ends up needing to worry at all. He's rather convinced it won't last.
"Killer bunnies?" He echoes, every ounce of his confusion spilling over both into his voice and across the features of his face. He has no idea what she's talking about, not even the slightest. "Can't recall anyone mentioning that one before." Not that most of them traded stories about the weird evils of the past all that often or anything.
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Which makes it Jo turn to raise her eyebrows and give him an odd look. She's not sure how anyone could have missed that. Given it seemed to have taken over the whole island. Sure, Gabriel had made himself scarce, which was a thing she did not even begin to get still, but with the whole mess of Krissy, Blathazar, Merlin, Amy and Sam, she could let it slide. Even though she'd really let too much slide that first month, and it'd stuck out like a sore thumb the last one.
But deciding to just leave people to the mercy of monsters and not even keeping your ears and eyes open to what was going on?
"Seriously? You just sleep through armies of hippity-hoppity bloodthirsty monsters all the time, or were you just busy at the time?"
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"Well, I have been told I could sleep through a hurricane once or twice," Cheeky. Always cheeky, even when the situation absolutely did not call for it. But now he's thinking back to his conversation with Emma earlier, before he'd found Jo. She hadn't recognized him at all. Was this somehow more of that? But Jo knew who he was, so why was she expecting him to remember things he hadn't been around for? And why were they affected differently, somehow? This was going to get awfully confusing rather quickly. "but no, can't say I remember seeing any psycho rabbits roaming the streets of Lawrence." He shrugs, nonchalant, "Must've been before my time, luv."
He's nothing if not utterly relaxed just now. They're out of the weather, found shelter to wait it all out in and the rest of this-- whatever bizarre nonsense it all even is-- will sort itself on it's own. Given time. Messing with memories was hardly outside of the Seal's capabilities, after all. He's not sure there's anything that is, really.