Angstfest 2011 [ open ]

[saeptuose]

Who: A whole bunch of people.
What: People waiting outside the Unnatural for their loved ones to be revived.
Where: Outside the Unnatural
When: Technically 24th - 26th
Warnings: Angst and sads and gross cute things later, probably. Will update accordingly.
Notes: There are threads for all three days, but you can make your own if you want! Don't

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DAY ONE

[saeptuose]

DAY ONE

[savior_n_black]

[ Ichigo had carried Ace's body here with Shiro. He'd made the hollow stay on the edge while he walked over that muffling threshold of whatever power made the Unnatural what it was. Neither could afford another relapse of Shiro being turned into a small, helpless, basic hollow.
He'd left the pirate in front of the first set of bolted doors he found, arranged the pirate's limbs comfortably ( or would be if Ace still felt anything ) and then turned back.

Rejoining Shiro's side, Ichigo said nothing. He saw the news about Sora...had been the one to tell Lior about it, but he couldn't say who else had fallen. It had been madness, and sheer chaos for days. Ichigo wasn't leaving though. No matter who insisted, or who joined him. He was going to damn well stay here until every single person was back where they belonged; with the people that cared about them. ]

[holeheart]

[Shiro stayed in his Bankai dragon form. He had a few good reasons for it. One, he was big, and gave off heat. He could curl around his charges and keep them warm. Additionally, the Hollow form also kept him... stable. It was strange to say that, but in this form, emotions were so much more simple. Strong, but simple. The world was more black and white, easier to understand, to make decisions. It kept him sane in these times of distress.

Ichigo hadn't really told Shiro about his plan, the one to stay here until every single person returned, but he had picked up on it. Ichigo just gave off this aura of being in it for the long haul. And so would he.]

[savior_n_black]

[ Ichigo said little, only giving the occasional nod, or monosyllable of recognition when someone else would join their growing vigil. It was quiet, though, for the most part. Even people who were talking were doing so in hushed tones.

...And not really caring one way or the other if the 'dreaming' was fixed yet, Ichigo leaned first against Shiro's armored shoulder, then slid down to sit while he focused on 'creating' a lantern. Others seemed to be making small sources of light ( candles, glowing orbs of magic, even small camp fires ) but at least it gave him something to look at for the moment. So he wouldn't have to look up at anyone else, and risk them getting too good a look at the benumbed guilt in his eyes. ]

DAY TWO

[saeptuose]

[tempestasilens]

[She's been here for a day now, and her heart is still as heavy as ever. Ace, Sora, Kira... and those were only three out of so many others who died

[becomesking]

[ he passes by her at first and delivers food to another group that seems to be waiting. it's only then that he turns to see her and knows there's something different.

awfully quiet, isn't she.

so he approaches with a blanket. ]

Alone, I see.

[tempestasilens]

[His voice catches her by surprise, Mysari looking up to notice Zaheer, and giving him a sad smile.]

Maybe. But I think we're all alone, in a way, staying here. We've all lost someone dear to us.

[Her fingers gently take the blanket from him, not wanting to seem hostile towards his actions or generosity. Still, there is a silence and a quietness that passes through her, humbling any kind of royal tendencies she has.

Even here, while she worked with Queen Valrune, she was still powerless to stop terrible things from happening. Again, she is the one who cannot stop the suffering of others, even if she isn't the one who caused it.

This situation pings too close to home, with her sister throwing her off the throne and destroying the harmony she was working so close towards, with humans and her own people.]

For a few, it might just be one- others, it may be more. I myself saw three of those I know die.

[The dragon girl turns her eyes towards Zaheer, curious.]

And what about you? Do you wait for someone as well?

DAY THREE/REVIVALS

[saeptuose]

Re: DAY THREE/REVIVALS

[consultmybooks]

[...well, this was unpleasant. Being brought here from his own quick, sudden death had been nothing compared to this.

There are moments where Giles can still feel the mandibles of the corpsepede under his skin, moving dead muscle and broken bone. There are moments where he can still feel the claws tearing through his skin and tearing out his life. The sight of his own mangled body occasionally flashes through his eyes.

Needless to say, he's probably been sick a couple of times already, and Giles doesn't look well on his feet as he leaves the Unnatural. The sight of the crowd waiting outside...kind of stuns him. As does the quiet. Everything is...just so quiet.

It should be nice, after the screaming and chittering and whispering. But it isn't. It's dizzying and frightening. It's almost an entirely new level of hell. Gives a quality of unreality to everything that he'd wanted to escape in the Unnatural

[needsheadphones]

The first thing she notices is not the fact that there are no longer bullets in her chest, or the fact that her hallucinations have ceased and there is no longer a wraith whispering in her ear.

No, the first thing she notices is that she can't see.

She should have expected this, really -- she lost her sense of hearing last time, but her music is still with her, headphones on and (after some fumbling) music playing. Rebecca's blind as a bat otherwise, though, taking every step carefully with her hands outstretched.

Of course, her hands aren't exactly high enough to stop her from running into a rock, though, and she swears.

"Fuck, that hurt."

[gumshoewizard]

"Becca?"

God, his throat still felt like sandpaper from days of not actually speaking. The rest of him felt like a mix of jello and lead. But he was still here on the third day, waiting, watching the treeline like a hawk. He hovered at the back, avoiding the pools of people sitting together in consolation, waiting for the dead to return.

He spots her and takes off in a run, despite how sore his legs are still. He recognizes the motion of pulling headphones up before he recognizes her, and he taps the side of them before pulling them down on her shoulders.

"Becca?"