[OPEN]//[In Progress]

[my_metallicar]

Who: Prophet prophetabove, Riddle riddleing, Amaterasu furball_deity, Jono decibel_chamber, Betsy violetandvelvet, Vincent Valentine broodyvalentine, Dean Winchester my_metallicar, Sitara Morgan seeing_within, Yamato yamawolf, Dante _devil_inside, Rinoa enchantwings, Cissnei freedomonwings, Mimi unstppableforce, Ruby deepfried_crack, Chun-Li 1stladykick, Marlene onlyachildcould - OPEN (oh my GOD that is a lot of people XD )
When: Not long after the announcement, about an hour after thisWhere: Cabin N

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[seeing_within]

Sitara nearly fell through the door, more than grateful to hear it close behind her. She stumbled through the room, shaking and soaked from head to toe. Others were milling about, but all she could hear was the terror in her own mind, escalated by those present in the room as well.

Sick to her stomach and shivering, she took refuge in an out of the way corner, sinking down into a huddle of misery on the floor, arms clutched around herself tightly, eyes tightly closed and praying for the dawn to come.

[my_metallicar]

Dean watched Sitara sink into the corner, took a moment to catch his breath and went over to crouch before her. Strong hands gripped her shoulders as he spoke in a quiet but steady voice.

"Hey... hey. Look at me. It's okay... we're safe now, right?"

He rubbed her chilled, wet arms and felt the goosebumps there. They wouldn't be going away anytime soon, he knew. It was more than the cold, it was the fear. Dean was pretty sure everyone here felt it to some degree.

The night cycles were getting worse.

[seeing_within]

She jerked a bit, feeling him grip her shoulders. Sitara looked up through tangled wet hair, feeling her teeth chattering from the cold. Not outside, but inside. She could feel the island's anger, she could sense it's fury and hatred. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

But she nodded anyway, too exhausted to speak or otherwise respond. Trembling fingers let go of her arms to grip both of his hands, so wanting to crawl in a hole and forget all the fear.

"I-it's not o-over," she whispered raggedly, shaking her head. "D-Dean...it's n-not over yet..."

[my_metallicar]

Normally Dean would brush off something like that as paranoia talking, but he knew Sitara could mysteriously see into things. Not only that, but the broadcast earlier had been entirely too foreboding.

He held her hands, letting her squeeze his fingers as he questioned, "What do you mean? ... what do you feel?"

[abyssalmasque]

Here comes Demyx, running as fast as he can, since his corridors of darkness no longer seem to work, and he's really not in the mood to get mauled or eaten. His hair is flat, pieces sticking to his face as the putrid water seems to have destroyed whatever one could call his hair style and the leather coat certainly isn't smelling all that great either. Wet leather and rancid water is a lovely combination.

Forget knocking, he instead slams himself into the door before banging his fists against it, praying that he is at the right location and someone would let him in., but as if to quell any worry that this is a monster, his brain tells him to yell and to be whiny about it too.

"Leeeeemmmmeeee in! I don't wanna be out here no more! I don't wanna get eaten!"

[broodyvalentine]

Vincent opens the door from inside, lets the screaming man in and peers out into the abysmal storm, looking for any others. Seeing none, he closes and locks it again before resuming his watch at one of the windows.

[abyssalmasque]

Demyx just gives the man a weak smile and is thanking whatever deity he believes in at the moment that someone let him in.

"Thanks... umm?" He's looking for a name, hoping to get a conversation going to get his mind off the nasty creatures.

[broodyvalentine]

"Vincent," he replied quietly as he watched the rain and red eyes searched for anything moving in the storm. "Vincent Valentine. And you?"

[_devil_inside]

As much as Vincent, Dante kept station at the window on the other side of the cabin's front door, one hand on the gun at his right hip. As nasty and gore-splattered as everyone else, that didn't bother the hunter at the moment. He was more concerned with making sure that damned door stayed closed, unless it was open to let someone inside from the hell that was their playground now.

Foot casually propped on a stool, he simply stared impassively out into the howling wind and rain, keen eyes ever watchful and grim face determined. This was going to be bad, he just had that feeling.

[furorimperator]

Mother of Shiva, but never had he been so thankful to see those damned cabin lights. Sephiroth, with Sam and Revy in tow, finally approached cabin N, and, after the General making a preliminary sweep of the surrounding area to ensure no other nasties lurked, gestured his charges up the steps and thankfully the door opened for them without preamble.

Naturally, Sephiroth was the last to follow and he exhaled a heavy sigh of relief when the door closed behind him. Gods, but he was exhausted, a mess, and totally pissed off. This was intolerable! But he stomached his ire and automatically took stock of the inhabitants within; no one seemed to be in serious need of care, thanks to the healers.

Still, he couldn't help but asking of the two at the door, "Status?"

[broodyvalentine]

Vincent locked the door behind them and turned to the man who had once been an enemy. His dress jacket was ripped and bloody, but the bleeding had stopped on it own thanks to his preternatural healing capabilities. He still wasn't in the best shape, but the Turk instincts of his past took over.

"No casualties, some are badly wounded but I believe they have been attended to. Counting you three, there are twenty here." Vincent paused and peered back out the window. "There may be strength in numbers, but the message from the General manager was ominous," he said very quietly. "We should plan for the worst."

[furorimperator]

Sephiroth nodded, moving out from in front of the doorway to stand with Vincent at the window. He caught Dante's eye across the foyer and gave the other a nod, acknowledging the other man's watchfulness.

Peering out into the storm, Sephiroth sighed and nodded. "Indeed," he agreed wearily. "And I have a feeling I know who knows why."

[broodyvalentine]

Vincent peered at the General. The man was a true mess, but no one here was unmarred. Whether splattered with others' blood or their own, or drenched in the disgusting rain and mud, or smeared in the gore of the island's beasts, everyone was a mess.

He thought to himself that the mess on the insides of the people here was far worse than the outside.

The only show of his curiosity on Sephiroth's meaning was a quiet, "Who?"

[violetandvelvet]

Elizabeth Braddock was so tired. She sat quietly on one of the main room's couches, the boy Yamato Ishida cradled on her lap. He was really too tall for such cuddling, but the fear she'd felt when she'd seen him bleeding and lying atop the wolf's broad back just refused to dissipate.

Riddle had healed him, true, but Betsy just couldn't get the image out of her mind. So she'd pulled him into her lap and refused to move for a while. Although she'd tended to her own wounds, she was still so very tired. Psylocke knew there were others who were just as worn, just as weary, but she simply wanted to sit for a while, sit and rest, holding this precious child who'd become as dear to her as if he was her own.

[yamawolf]

Yamato fell into a light sleep on Betsy's lap. Physically, and emotionally drained, there was not much left in him to keep aware, to keep awake. So it was, he'd curled up to Betsy's front. His bust leaning to her own, and his legs bent off of her thigh. His head was tucked under her jaw, and over her shoulder. He had his inner hand bent between them and his arm draped between the bend of his stomach and his thighs. The other hand spilling over Betsy's arm that held him still

[violetandvelvet]

Betsy just held the drowsy little boy close, resting her cheek on his head. She closed her eyes and kept still as he stirred, smiling her reassurance as he blinked up at her.

Placing a soft kiss to his temple as he lay back down, she reached out with her telepathy and brushed his young mind gently, hoping to soothe him back into peace.

She softly sang a very old lullaby, one her own mother had often sang to her when she'd been just a little girl:

Nighttime comes with shadows trailing;
Baby's eyes are open wide,
Watching what the twilight pale
Hides behind her purple veil.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Momma knows that sleep is best.

Sleep shall take you where the lilies
Star the quiet pool with light,
Where the winds are whistling mild,
Glad to greet a weary child.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Momma knows that sleep is best.

Giving the boy a soft hug, Betsy held him tight and whispered in a quiet mental voice, I'm here, love. Just sleep. We'll be all right. I promise.

[yamawolf]

Yamato's eyes went heavy and he started to dream. Endless water color scenery, not complete, but just enough to become whole. Even the clouds in the sky had speckles of something unfinished, the ground in perfect unison to the perplexed elements of the Digital World