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[fuckyou_chorus]

[there is a thick fog moving through camp tonight, limiting your visibility as you try to get from one place to the next.

but when it clears a bit, you think you see something. is it something familiar? or is it something you fear? but really, those two questions go together, don't they?]

(( consider this a "night in the life" and "boggarts"

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[wetfortono]

[can we say wary, yes we can]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[it's just fog! what's the worst that could happen?]

[wetfortono]

[I could think of a few things]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[like what? the sounds of all your friends screaming in pain?]

[wetfortono]

[..... yes exactly that

following the noise]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[well, that's the thing. there are six very distinct voices, shrieking and wailing. they're moving back and forth at a rapid speed, and something strange and horribly fast and -- can you hear sharpness? -- moving along with them. no ... around them.

... five voices.]

[wetfortono]

[oh fuck oh fuck hurrying along, although he doesn't know where to exactly, and draws his sword]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[the five are screaming her name and you can feel even without seeing that their throats are raw, their emotions equally so, and it's "Kotoha!", just "Kotoha!!" that isn't replying

the dirt below your feet is battle scarred]

[wetfortono]

[honestly starting to freak out a little, mostly due to the fact that he doesn't know where to go to help, so he shouts]

Kotoha! Everyone!

[fearsmadeflesh]

[it's hard to distinguish in this fog. the sounds could be coming from anywhere, maybe even everywhere. close. too close. close enough to hear someone with a bad leg scraping along the ground and shouting for you: "Oi! Ryuunosuke!"

his voice sounds broken, and intensely pained. "What gives?!"

[wetfortono]

[could you have said anything more confusing? also why are you close and why do I still not know where you are]

W-what gives-- where are you?!

[fearsmadeflesh]

[the reply you would have been given is muffled by a howl of pain and the wet smack of a body against something hard. a slurry of voices cuts in.

"Chiaki?"

"Chiaki!"

"Tani!"

[wetfortono]

[freezes]

No--

[before he simply runs in the direction of that sickening sound, ignoring the confusion of the yells]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[blood is speckled here and there. a large arc of spray seems to have hit this rock, and it trails heavily into the fog]

[wetfortono]

[his legs carry him faster the thicker it gets, and he's not even holding his sword up properly anymore]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[scraps of fabric litter the ground in all colors, a clear indicator that no one has been able to maintain their transformation. they are all filthy, and at least half of them bloodied.]