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[OPEN DARKNESS EVENT LOG][DAY/NIGHT 130]

Who: ERRYONE IN ASGARD
What: All of Day 130, day and (early) night!
When: Day 130, day and night
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13, if any worse let me know

[Day: You survived. That was... horrifying. And you don't think you've ever been so happy to see the sun rise the next morning. Things are worse for wear, and you need to get more supplies just in case something else comes.

But wait- halfway through the day, and suddenly the sun is gone? Where did it go, and how is it night so early?

Night: Careful. The terrors of last night are back, and now are even in more of a frenzy than before. More crazed, more dangerous, and wanting to destroy everything they come across. Hope you can keep your eyes open.]

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That's fine by me, as long as he's safe.

[ ...she has to grin, though. A little sad, yes, but mostly curious. ]

Are you worried for me, Itsuki, or for people like you? Strangers and - friends too. People I can...use as a means to an end?

[he turns immediately at the sound of Naminé's voice, and his eyes widen as he sees the raven going for her. it doesn't take him too long to react; as soon as she ducks, he swats at the raven with the stick in his hand, knocking it out of the air. when that's done and over with, he gives her a look over.]

Are you okay?

[omg kawaii dragon... that does make Hope feel better, petting Zekrom more. (he could get used to this.) Touya's reply, though, makes him look a little sheepish...]

... I was actually on my way to check on you and Hilda. Guess that worked out well, huh?

Now wouldn't be the time for apologies, the entire city is involved whether it wants to be or not. [Nor did he want to put up with hearing them as he glances around them, clearly still on his guard should more threats come to pass while he moved closer to her. Better to stand together as a group than to risk her getting injured.]

Why did you venture out?

[He's not sure how to feel about that first part, so he just smiles quietly. That's probably what he would do if he did know how to feel about it, after all. If it were just anyone saying that to him.]

My concern is for the effects that it'll have, both on you and on people like me. Of course, the concern may be best-placed for those like me. But I believe it's no more rewarding, not necessarily, at least, for you.

[WELL CRAP HE HADN'T MEANT TO DO THAT. he panics as she falls, running even harder to catch up to her. he then kneels down and gives her a very concerned look... he probably looks like a puppy trying to look after its owner or something.]

Sorry—! Are you okay?

I? I don't plan on entering the fray until it's quite necessary to do so in order to be properly prepared. In the meantime, I'll still be here, watching matters, how they develop, and guarding the place.

Satellizer crossed her arms and frowned as he began laughing. For a few moments she was fine but the frustration, anger and embarrassment at his outburst began showing clearly.

It was enough to make her lash out, but right now, she wouldn't because she knew he was right. Instead, she abruptly got off the chair and stormed off to her room.

How stupid of her to have shown concern.

Edited 2012-08-24 05:17 (UTC)

[ Honestly she'd known what he was concerned about from the start ( or: she'd had a strong hunch ); that hadn't been the important part. It's knowing for certain that he really thinks these things of her, that he's taken issue with the behavior itself enough to—

What surprises her more isn't that the question ( a test ) has proven her fears to be true, but how badly she wishes it hadn't.

And also: it hurts. Granted that could easily be exhaustion and shock finally catching up with her or the unexpected sting of honesty on top of an armful of sad truths already cradled, close and secret, against her chest. Unconsciously walking faster, she brings arms around herself to protect the spot just below her diaphragm that aches and thinks as many pleading thoughts as she can muster at the sky. Rain is one cliché she can't handle right now.

Although she doesn't want to handle much of anything right now. ]

Yeah I can keep up, su - [Oh you meant right now. Crap. In favor of not dying or turning into some mindless violent zombie, Stiles runs to catch up with Derek. Possibly stepping on his heels on occasional because he can't really see and you're not exactly wearing flashers like someone walking in the dark should if they didn't want to get run over. :|]

Sorry.

Don't you think that's a little presumptuous, Partner? [ It takes grace not to emphasize that "partner" bit with rancor. ] I mean - you have no idea what's in the foreground of my thoughts, do you? Are you - a psychic too now? Because I doubt you have any idea how anything is going to affect me. Let alone my own decisions.

And I don't need you giving me hypocritical advice on how to make them.

If you are referring to Draupnir, there has been a temporary shelter built every night since it began. [Though now that nighttime had fallen early, he had taken it upon himself to search for anyone who had been caught in it so they could be taken to safety.]

Do you need to be escorted there?

[He blinks, and at first, that's all. He can tell something's wrong the moment she starts going faster, and he reviews his words. Had he meant to be offensive? Of course he hadn't, not consciously, because he's not like that, but -- what was it, then?

Of course. He had been sucked into giving an opinion that he'd considered to be general--and yes, to be as much about him as it was about her--as specific.

On the other hand, he can't, to himself, deny that he has thought this about her.

But on the other other hand, that's all because he himself does think of things in the way that he'd just been describing.

On the fourth hand, though, that may not take away from the legitimacy of her walking off. If that's what he is, someone who uses people like that, and suspects others of doing the same -- even if his judgment is pretty good, and they do, in that judgment, share that tendency -- well, he, and no doubt everyone, has always known that he's on the inside not the pleasant person he seems on the outside.

Five hands later, his expression of surprise gives way to a feeling of decided ironic failure. Of course it would be in the act of not trying to come out looking good, but rather being open, that she would criticize him, perhaps rightly, for accusing her of doing exactly the opposite; and she recognizes it, too.

Which is really the most annoying part of it all. He can handle a failure alone very well, but when someone else sees it penetratingly, it goes back to something in him not nearly so regulated as his appearance or his temper.]

I'm...

[But, as much as he is sorry, he doesn't actually want to spit that out in the least. What he really is is pissed off. What a kind of mistake to make.

He has to close his eyes and consciously try to quell his emotions in a way that he hasn't in some time. Right, what would he do, what would he do if this were her--

But it seems like even more a mess to go right back to thinking of it this way, and it doesn't really work.

So he strides forward to catch her upper arm in his to get her to slow down, and not quite concealing his own anger.]

Rapunzel, that's as it may be. I spoke like that only because I thought of it as something that we had to some extent in common. If I'm wrong, it's entirely to your credit, then, and--

[actually now he kind of hates this moment. surely it was just compounding the error to correct himself like that. now if she thinks of him that way, even more reason --

If she hasn't already released herself from that grip, he'll drop it quite abruptly, himself.]

[ As is often the case with unbearably ironic situations, she'd wanted the words back as soon as they were out of her mouth. Cruelty hadn't been her intention, but intention, she realizes, matters very little in reality, fast and hard and unforgiving of mistakes made in the spirit of painful confusion.

What's more: the idea of making a mistake here the way she sometimes does on unprepared canvas, the way spiders do with webs when there's too much charcoal in the air, puts a fear in her she hadn't known was possible. What if he misunderstands? Worse - what if he laughs at her (another thing she sort of hates about him: that laugh and the way she's always walking a line between being resentful of it and relishing having encouraged it), shakes his head, and then just... walks away? It's not impossible. She can hear the biting remark in her head now. It'll be neat and simple and smart and she'll end up the fool.

She'd rather be here, angry and wounded with him, than on her own and sure of herself completely.

So it takes Rapunzel a long moment to fully realize what's happened when he grabs for her, speaks before she can and then, with startling haste, lets go. ]

[ She's going to need another moment to process probably. Two. Better make it three. And all the while she hovers somewhere between complete, vigilant awareness of their surroundings and a surreal kind of dreamworld where it feels almost as though they're all that's left of anyone in any world. The darkness - which really should be scaling back a little by now - doesn't help.

Whatever space he created distancing himself, she remedies, turning to fully face him, stepping slowly forward but making no other movements and keeping her voice level. It's dramatic calm rather than actual calm, emphasis for her point. ]

Why does it have to be fixed? If it's something we - if we have something like that in common then... isn't it all right? We can take care of each other. Like we did here. No one will get hurt. Right?

[ Tell me the absolute truth, she wishes she could say - wishes furthermore that she could say so and mean it. In retrospect, honesty seems like a terrible condition for any partnership. ]

[All of the visible symptoms of which she takes dutiful note of, a frown tugging at her lips but not as strongly as it could. Exhaustion is a far better problem for him to have than a great many other things he could be suffering from, and for his relatively good condition she is grateful. Good boy, Sora - fighting her would only prolong this. Gentle and careful to avoid touching any of his injuries, she cradles one of his hands in her left one as best she can considering the size difference, purely for the purpose of steadying it as she sets to work with her right, healing those knuckles before releasing him and moving to work on his other hand the same way.]

Maybe that's why you weren't paying attention. You had more important things to worry about, and it would have only slowed you down. ... But it'll be alright now.

[ But in the end it's too much of a risk, one more regret for a pile that appeared out of nowhere something within the past hour, and instead of waiting for his answer, she forces out her own. ]

It doesn't matter. Because there are worse things in the world than hurting people's feelings.

[ It's so easy she does it without thinking: reaches for his arm, finds his wrist, and instead of sweetly lacing her fingers through his like always, squeezes their hands together, firm and decisive. Then she's pivoting and trying to bring him with her down a terrifically cramped alley, nowhere near wide enough for them to walk evenly abreast.

Hopefully he'll figure her direction for that of the Welcome Hall (she wants to get there before the possibly inevitable nervous breakdown hits). But if not - well, she won't be of much help either with the way her voice rises, just loud enough for her frustration to be clearly heard. ]

This is what I've been doing all this time, by the way. Using things to my advantage, as you put it. Fighting. Do you know how many people are dead? Have you even tried to count?

[The girl flinches at that swat, even though it wasn't directed at her and she's only dimly aware of it - a reflex, perhaps, from her 'childhood'. Eyes snapping open, she pops back up again, one hand flying to her hair as if to check for blood. Finding none, she blinks up at him, still looking a tiny bit spooked but quickly recovering.]

-- Yes...! Yes, I'm fine.

[She's in pretty good shape, all things considered... mostly because she hasn't been out here very long yet.] ... Thank you. [It's sincere, even though she's frowning.] But-- Hope-- what are you doing out here? [Not that she can't guess, and not that there aren't plenty of reasons, but after what happened yesterday, she can't help being even more anxious for others' safety than she already was, and that's saying something.] Are you okay? [He's getting looked over in return.]

[She lowers her head slightly at that, as if cowed. Blinking at him, she's reminded more sharply of the situation as he steps closer, and she straightens again, sparing a glance around to look for any hostile interlopers but definitely paying attention to him, too - he may have helped her, but he's not someone she's familiar with and thus puts her a bit more on edge than she already was.] ... Right. I'm sorry. [Apologizing for apologizing again.]

I... wanted to help the others. At a shelter, or-- wherever I could find them.

There was no answer. A chill went through Frodo, for there was no reply, nothing save the dark look that crossed his cousin's face and Merry's fingers clenching around his throat, tighter and tighter. Frodo felt the last bit of air going, and with it, the last chance to talk him out of it. He didn't want to hurt him but it looked like he might have to, or choke to death right here.

He strained to pull those hands free. Frodo was dimly aware of Merry trying to force him down, and just as aware that his knees were buckling. It wouldn't go well for him if he managed it. Frodo had been in his share of tussles when he had been a tween, but the odds weren't so good-

The hobbit sank to his knees before he even realized it.

Edited 2012-08-24 11:08 (UTC)

There. Success so close Merry could taste it. It wouldn't be long now; death was coming to this one, and soon he'd be free to roam the city in search of other victims. Not that he was alone in his quest to kill; there were dozens of them. The Taken roamed the dark streets, bent on clearing it of every living being. Soon he'd be joining the others again.

Another grunt, and unconsciously Merry's face split into a triumphant grin. His hold on Frodo was steady, limbs unfeeling the exhaustion slowly creeping through them. If Frodo was to act, he should act soon - and fast.

"H-Hey! Where are you..."

Oh wow - he didn't realize that was going to upset her. He hadn't meant it to, of course. In retrospect, even if he found it funny he probably should have done a better job of keeping a cap on it. Emotions were running high and he'd never experienced anything like this before to know how to act, so, he was kind of winging it.

He was unsure a moment if he should go after her. His earlier comment about 'remind me never to piss you off.' sprang to mind and he rolled his eyes at his own forshadowing.

His feet pretty much started moving of their own accord and he walked after her.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't laughing at you!" he said, jogging a few steps to try and catch her up. "The question just struck me in an odd way - I honestly didn't mean to offend or anything."

It will. It should last for a few days, at least.

[He'd just put new batteries into it.]

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