AWAKENINGS [ACTIVE | OPEN]

[ishiah]

Characters: Robin Goodfellow, Ishiah, open if anyone wants to run into them.
Content: Robin and Ishiah wake into a very different New York to the one they're used to, and head out to investigate.
Location: Chelsea, en-route to St. Mark's Place.
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: Creative crudeness, with occasional forays into Greek.

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[fishy_swarm]

Del was, as always, lost. Again. And those crabs were coming... They were everywhere and they skitter skitter skitter like winds no matter where you go. There had been a place with safety, she had left. Why had she left? He was nice. Buildings and bridges and lots of sparkle...

But that didn't really matter, as she slid over the street with its ruble and buildings missing times and homes and people to make them. It all felt very sad with whispers to what they wished was there and the absent shuffling that cities made alone, without the help of the people. It was all dying, and times ends chilled some. Mostly she missed her sister.

She stopped when she heard a bad kind of skittering. The one that was killing off that sounds of silence cites made. Most of her freezing, like a deer in the headlights, her hair cropped itself short and shaded towards blue. As the skittering drew closer, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly and pressed her hand against the breaking building. Maybe maybe maybe's...

[tehpuck]

Now exiting the building, as force of habit to anything that hoped to survive the day, much less the millenia, Robin looked both ways before entering the street level. Another force of habit was to stay on the sidewalk, though there were relatively few cars-- alright, no cars-- on the road. A depressing sight for any salesman.

Tagging along after Ishiah without making it seem like he was tagging along, Robin mentally weighed the pros and cons of returning Ishiah's latest tactical maneuver with a kiss of his own, before he spotted something moving.. another living creature? Hopefully a good omen.

"Well, I think I can safely say I know what happened here," False gravity broke into notably sarcastic bravado, "an atomic tie-dye bomb has befallen our fair city." Shrugging, Robin gestured to the girl with the strange hair and clothes, pressing herself to the crumbling building before them.

[ishiah]

Ishiah gave Robin a flat look, but conceded, "She's out of place for Chelsea, I'll admit."

Or was Chelsea what was out of place. Down on street level, the experience was very much like walking through one of those post-apocalyptic zombie games that cropped up in all the gaudiest arcades. A few revenants lurching menacingly round the corner, and the effect would have been complete.

The girl looked too young for the image she portrayed, though appearances were not something Ishiah based many judgements on. Most of all, she looked afraid. She was also the only living thing they'd seen in six blocks, and that made her remarkable.

Ishiah approached quietly -- not too close, wings not visible, crouching slightly so as not to tower over her. "Hello? Do you need some help?"

[fishy_swarm]

Del clapped her hands over her ears. She could hear them, what were they saying? It was very whispery here. Sometimes not but it was still loud and she could still feel it skittering. it was slower sliding moving creeping... Shaking her head she slid down the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees before looking up at the man that had spoken and not the ones that kept saying bits of nothing to whiteness