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[idolpro]

[ You have fallen onto a noisy street. After all the cold, the silence, the cacophony of city sounds blankets your ears muffles that feeling of abandonment. The street is dirty, and neon all around you advertises: Gambling! Fight pits! Come get your money's worth, restaurants, bars. They demand attention, and you could walk into any one of them.

Or, you might notice the alley ways before you enter. On the ground there's bodies: chalk outlines around those twisted at strange angles. Like crime scene photos, but you know how you got here. And if you look at the bodies too long, you can see the echo: shadows that are pale rather than darker, of missing wings upon their back.

The crowds on the street take no notice of you, or those bodies. ]

Comments

[shutthefoxup]

[Definitely trying to avoid looking at the bodies once he spots one]

[undressedforsuccess]

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maybe this was a bad idea]

W. . . what is this. . .?

[shutthefoxup]

Not good. That's what.

[Doing a quick headcount]

[undressedforsuccess]

[Noticing those bodies god what]

––Seriously, what the hell?!

[forthetainted]

I think we're outside.

In hell.

[carefully letting her go]

[undressedforsuccess]

[Gingerly stepping down like she expects the ground to eat her or something.]

Outside? Hell? Didn't everyone say we were already in hell?

[iamverybadass]

Somewhere that we need to leave behind. Quickly.

[undressedforsuccess]

Yeah. . . stay close, okay?

[forthetainted]

[looking around, eye sharp and bright. he has to stare at the bodies for a long moment, then look back up, before he puts it all together. but it doesn't seem to bother him.

he blinks when he notices Silver]

Ah, you came too.

[shutthefoxup]

The crack was closing, I came to warn you guys.

[forthetainted]

Ah...

[at first he isn't bothered much, then a couple of things click into place]

--Shit! That means Haruto's alone.

[looks back up, only just NOW trying to gauge how long it would take them to get back]

[iamverybadass]

[ Talon almost heads closer to the bodies to inspect them. It's his first reaction, investigating a crime scene, but that unsettling sensation of strange shadows of light and missing wings has him backing up instead. ]

What the hell...

[shutthefoxup]

[Doing a headcount, relaxing vaguely when all four are accounted for at least]

[iamverybadass]

[ Staying close to him, pointedly avoiding looking at the bodies now. ]

I don't like this place.

[shutthefoxup]

Nn, we definitely don't belong here... I think it's too late to head back though... So forward it is.

A Bar

[idolpro]

[ You run for cover at a bar.

Inside there's a television going— not your program, by the way. It's some senseless action-tragedy-melodrama-ultraviolence, like what you get when you try to purchase color era films in Tokyo-F.

No one takes much notice of the blood on Aries or the bug, though the bartender looks up when the door opens like he's preparing to dive down. He decides, instead, to keep polishing. There's a few people in here in this hour of eternal night, one at a dartboard, a group of them all arguing— philosophy? And making animated death threats over a disagreement regarding Sartre. The music is upbeat, and the atmosphere seems jovial.

Except when you blink and looking at the group having the disagreement, you can pick out who is human in the bunch— their death wounds back on their bodies, and the bar showing all the damage it's suffered over the years— it's scorched, as if burned out at the same time you see the modern building. The television roars static but if you try and focus it slides away and the movie is back again. The building slides between the two points, fixed firmly neither in the present nor in the time of the wrongs done to it.

It's particularly bad for Aries, weakened from blood loss. You don't have the power to fix your perception of this place to a singular point in time, as it loops its traumas back at you. ]

Re: A Bar

[shutthefoxup]

[Listening in on the group that's arguing as he checks out the tongue situation]

Re: A Bar

[undressedforsuccess]

[Still kinda ruffled from her shouting match but--]

What's wrong with Aries? Talon said he's hurt?

Re: A Bar

[shutthefoxup]

Lost his tongue...we can fix it when we get back. Maybe let's lay low until things calm down a bit? Let's listen in and look around for any info that'll help us out.

Re: A Bar

[idolpro]

[ They animated argument they're having is about the father of existentialism, Sartre.

"You're a traitor to the whole paradigm, to take it seriously! Look, did you even read Being and Nothingness?!"

"Read it, nothing, I've got the thesis memorized! But do you know jack shit about his life? Look, after all that shit he went out and he was politically active and if it was good enough for Sartre it's good enough for me!"

"Then he was a traitor too! I'm here about the ideas, who cares about the man!"

The argument seems really stupid. The rest of the people at the table are basically popcorn.gifing. They're also demons, making comments to egg one or the other on. Maybe they're hoping they'll stab each other (again?). When reality wavers, the one being called a traitor has a few of those. ]

Re: A Bar

[iamverybadass]

[ Talon is having a real problem with calming down. He's watching everyone like they may be a potential enemy, keeping sharp eyes on the door for anyone who might be following them in. Generally, he's very much like a furious little guard dog who's been kicked into high alert, keeping himself planted between Silver and Aries and the rest of the bar. ]

Re: A Bar

[shutthefoxup]

[Takes a deep breath, watching the place shift between the two states]

Re: A Bar

[iamverybadass]

[ Shifts so he's half-turned towards Silver, arguably paying him attention while he keeps alert of the bar's other patrons. ]

How is he doing?

Re: A Bar

[forthetainted]

[Aries lets Silver fuss over him for a few seconds before remembering the urgency of the moment. The way the place falls in and out of focus makes him dizzy, and he blinks rapidly then forcefully ignores it. Moving to look for a back room or a restroom or... He has some shit to do and he figures that the patrons might take issue if they see it.

In his hand he just crushes the bug a little bit, not enough to kill it, just enough to feel legs and exoskeleton cracking]

Re: A Bar

[undressedforsuccess]

[being badass and cool is gonna have to wait a few more minutes he's got a teenage girl gripping his shoulder and hovering too now sry]

Oi––you okay? Silver said. . . shit, stupid question, uh, and stupid to question, and. . .








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