what goes bump in the night

Nov 28, 2011 07:36

Who: Anyone out in the Darkness!
When: November 27-December 9th, during the Darkness.
Where: Out and about the city streets.
Summary: New monsters in Siren's Port, and of the particularly nasty variety.
Warnings/Notes: Monster attacks and probably gore aplenty abound.

it's a sick sight )

marluxia, caster, claire bennet, ayanami, tyrell, frau, dante

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nov. 27th; early evening | CLOSED tinderfoot November 28 2011, 14:37:05 UTC
Tyrell’s looking even more worn down than on the day he made his network broadcast about the moon, sporting more cuts and bruises too. More than that, though, there’s something particularly sluggish about his movements this evening - his footsteps are slow, his eyes are weary, yet even at his worst, he’s still nimble enough to not get himself killed. He hopes.

There’s something relieving about being out here in the Darkness, even when he’s not fighting to save anyone, or not doing anything particular at all. Maybe it’s the rush of adrenaline, that pushes aside most other feelings. You are so incredibly dumb. Maybe he should let people get him like that and all the same he couldn’t help it, he ( ... )

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tinderfoot January 25 2012, 10:32:26 UTC
He gave the mark another poke, harder this time, wincing only slightly as a result. "What, you mean with ice and ointment and potions? Do we really have the time for that?" There was a reason why most people used Psynergy to heal their wounds, after all -- it was faster and more effective.

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boundbytreason January 26 2012, 09:22:06 UTC
Watching his finger poke the mark on his face, Caster arched a brow, before she reached forward, intending to take hold of his hand with a gentle touch. She didn't say it aloud, but the implication of 'please don't touch' should ring clearly.

"If you wish to help others, you have to be in a suitable condition," she explained, practically. "Otherwise, you won't have enough strength."

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tinderfoot January 26 2012, 10:38:43 UTC
He scowls as soon as she makes contact and immediately tries to wrench his hand from her grip. "If I can still stand, then I have strength enough." It was true; as long he was could walk, he would fight, fight until he passed out from sheer exhaustion. Yet, the logical part of his brain, as quiet as it had been lately, realized that he would last longer if he was brought further away from the brink of collapse he almost felt himself teetering on.

"So, are you gonna help me or not?"

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boundbytreason February 2 2012, 23:40:37 UTC
Caster responded to the forceful velocity of his hand by releasing it. She would neither keep it against his will nor test the patience of a man like fire.

"Of course," she reassured him. "That is why I am here, no?" A brief space followed her rhetorical remark, before she spoke again.

"So...won't you let me tend to your wounds? It will only take a moment."

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