INTO THE WOODS ※ GAME EVENT

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INTO THE WOODS

The faerie faire goes on into the evening, the faire filled with the sounds of revelry. For those who've spent the day there, the cool evening air is welcome respite from the bright sun that's shined all day. Those who still have some faerie gold might even want to invest in a cloak if they haven't gotten one yet, because it may get chillier as night falls.

As evening descends and various floating flowers start to glow to provide light, the spring faeries start to bring out night-time merchandise and amusements, like brightly-colored phosphorescent flower jewelry. Fireflies are charmed to blink in different colors and magical fireworks paint the sky in vibrant light. They're quieter than normal fireworks, but there are still satisfying snaps and hisses.

It seems like it'll be a pleasant night at the fair and those only just arriving in the evening will find a charming scene opening up before them.

But one thing that isn't noticed as evening begins to fall is the way the winter faeries suddenly slink away into the rising dark. Or at least it isn't noticed until it's too late. Some of the summer faeries start to react to it with alarm.

"Where did they go? The winter faeries are supposed to provide security, they signed an agreement. Go tell Ponto and get some faeries with warding magic to shore up the wards." Faeries start flying with purpose to speak to others that need to be put on security. "We can handle it ourselves but we need to get enough people out to the borders."

"Should we disperse the faire?"

"No, there's no sign of any threats and if we re-ward it, they'll be safer here than people scattering in the woods at night. Even if we had the bad luck to be attacked before the wards are re-done we can defend them with our magic - and we're contracted to."

Unfortunately that bad luck hits too soon. While the faeries scramble to re-do the defense wards, an unearthly fog rolls in. Terrible screeches start to rend the air, sounding similar to the screams of foxes. Warning bells ring from warning wards placed in certain areas of the woods.

"Nightrenders!" someone calls out and people in the crowd start screaming, gathering their loved ones closer. Horrifying beings start to pour into the faire and the hand stamps of all the people who bought tickets ahead of time start to glow. Faeries rally around those people, casting powerful defensive spells. Due to the panic, several stalls start to go up in flames due to knocked over cooking fires. Fortunately the stalls are small enough for people to escape them easily and spread far enough apart that they can be avoided, but smoke joins the fog in the air.

If a faerie sees one of the squad of otherworlders, and their lack of glowing hand stamp they're quick to offer a warning. "You have to run! The people who bought tickets ahead of time entered into a magical agreement of protection. The warding takes time to charge. We can do nothing for you, without slow-charge wards we're not powerful enough to protect you. The Nightrenders will devour your brain, or your soul."

Apparently that little disclaimer about not being fully protected that some of them read while coming in (for those that had arrived earlier in the day) was more important than it seemed.

The faeries always point the same way, still trying to help the people without tickets. "To the north! There's a place in a canyon with a large, glowing crystal. It looks like an abandoned market and dwellings. You'll be safe there, the magic of the Heartstone will protect you."

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Setting Background/FAQ | Major NPCs


NIGHTRENDERS

The beings known as Nightrenders start amassing on the faire. Their movements are quick but clumsy, as if every one of their movements is made up of a hundred janky, smaller fits and starts, like they're made of clockwork. The faerie magic summer faeries use seems to do no more than stagger them back or temporarily knock them over, but at least makes it clear to the squad that they at least can be knocked over and slowed down. At the very least it seems to take them some time to get off the ground and back to their feet.

Attacks

They attack anyone they see in different ways. Some they wound with massive claws. Or they squeeze someone's torso and nearly suffocate them to give them a chance at possibly chomping into the heads of their victims to get at the brains. Most dangerously of all, they breathe in with a loud sucking noise, clawed hands guiding the magic that lets them drawn out someone's soul to devour it. It looks like a small delicate thing, sometimes in the form of a glittering star or a flower, as its drawn out of the victim's mouth.

This process can fortunately be interrupted if the Nightrender is attacked. As long as the soul hasn't been sucked into their mouths, it goes back into the victim.

Cursed Aura

But the whole thing is complicated by the magical aura caused by the Nightrenders. When they draw close, everyone around them is choked with fear, grief, and dread. Some succumb to visions of their worse memories playing out in their heads over and over. Some might be able to still stagger away in this state, trying to see through the visions, especially if someone helps them along, but others will find it nearly impossible to do anything other than curl on the ground. It is unknown why some don't have the flashbacks or can power through them more than others, though it's thought that those that repress their bad memories or negative emotions struggle more.

Anyone that helps someone who's having visions may get a glimpse of their memories - and empathically feel a flash of the pain, fear, rage, or grief they felt during the memory. If two people try to help each other move forward when both are having visions, they may transmit glimpses back and forth.

Weaknesses

The Nightrenders cannot be destroyed, only knocked down, or slowed down. However, those with "holy" weapons, spells, or powers, or those who have weapons, spells, or powers that can hurt "ethereal" beings or evil spirits will find they can cause them enough pain that sometimes they run away. Spells and abilities that create magical manifestations of good will and happiness, as well as spells of light, or purification can also harm them and drive them away.

THE SISTERS

The Nightrenders don't speak, but some have the misfortune of hearing two voices echo out of the fog. The come in stereo, only just slightly out of sync.

"Chosen Ones, you must be so confused. You've become lost in the forest, and the Dark Lord's nightmares already pursue you. Fortunately for you, our mistress desires your company. You'll adore obeying her will. Don't run, embrace a better destiny."

Two woman in white masks and straw hats, with cloaks made from the feathers of ravens, come out of the fog, body language almost identical. No eyes can be seen through the eyeholes of their masks, just darkness.

They start attacking, and when they beset their victims they stop speaking, refusing to talk or answer questions, instead filling the air with wild, mocking laughter. One wields twin katanas, the other a kusarigama with a painful claw at the end of the chain that closes down when it hits something.

Nets

While they're extremely willing to injure the squad they seem to be trying to capture them instead of killing (albeit capturing them after they're maimed), occasionally tossing out nets of glowing silver of moonlight. Being caught in the nets renders someone paralyzed and weak, a deep cold settling into the marrow of their bones. Some may even hear the shrieks of dying loved ones, whether they've actually died in reality or not. The Sisters apparently have the strength to carry even the largest of the squad in the air and will attempt to fly away when someone is ensnared.

The nets are difficult to destroy, but can be with great force of some kind. It has to be aimed at the part closest to the Sisters' hands, because the force required to break the nets would also injure those trapped inside them. The cold and paralysis fades when the victims are free, but some of the rescued may feel weak and need help staying on their feet. Unfortunately, even when they're broken, the nets of moonlight seem to be something they can recreate within several minutes.

Smoke Monsters

For some, they don't attack directly. Instead, one of the sisters pulls out a pipe and smoke monsters pour out of it. They try to drag their victims closer to the sisters so they can be caught in their nets. Fortunately, they can be destroyed with enough force.

While the Sisters seem impossible to injure, they can at least be caused pain with extreme enough attacks, something that makes them teleport away before risking any further injury.

PROMPTS

a) RENT
Uh oh, a Nightrender has you. Either it's squeezing you so hard you're suffocating and about to chomp into some juicy brains, or it's in the process of sucking your soul out through your mouth. In either case, you're likely broadcasting visions of your worst memories in small flashes to whoever is near. You're in desperate need of rescue and the summer faeries can't help - their magic is all but useless on the Nightrenders if it didn't have time to build by a covenant. Only others that fell into the Wilderlands like you did can save you.

(Feel free to provide multiple memory options ala a memshare, but keep in mind they'd only be flashes instead of a full memory!)

b) NABBED
The Sisters have got you, their smoke monsters are trying to drag you away, or you're still trying to fight them to avoid being caught. It'll be a lot easier if you have help - otherwise you're outnumbered and possibly outclassed. The only way to stop them is fight back hard enough that they feel you're not worth the effort and teleport off.

c) RESCUE
Perhaps you're not affected by the Nightrenders or are just good at powering through the haze of painful magic they're inflicting on the area. Either way, you're out to help the people around you. Perhaps you run into another member of the otherworlder squad that needs saving - or maybe they join you to protect a third otherworlder, or a denizen of the Wilderlands that also forewent a ticket and is therefore at risk. Unlike many of the people from other universes, many of the denizens of the Wilderlands are powerless and thought they were in for a day and night of safe fun.

There are also other hazards to rescue people from. Maybe a small child has been separated from their parents and is disoriented by smoke, in need of rescued from some flaming tents. Or maybe an elderly person has fallen and is at risk of being trampled. There are lots of reasons people might need help, due to fires, panicked horses, collapsing tents, and panicking crowds.

d) RUN
It's time to run! Perhaps, after some screaming and confusion - and teleportation - you finally grab a buddy and bolt through the woods. You better run fast because the Nightrenders and the Sisters may give up chase at some point but it may take time and moving through difficult terrain in the fog to lose them. Perhaps you and a partner have to help a third, injured otherworlder because they're having trouble walking.

Better head north like the faeries said. The faeries were right that this Heartstone to the north may be your only hope - and you'll have to reach it despite the fading evening light, skies overcast with dark clouds, and fog.

It may be easier navigating in the dark with a partner or two.

e) WILDCARD
Maybe you decide to do none of the above. Go nuts!

OOC DETAILS
❧ Quest magic: Players can handwave that the quest bond magic is tugging the group northward to the safe place, with the mysterious Heartstone. They can also use the quest magic as an excuse for many different threads. As the group tries to run, their scattering movements will affect the magic and cause people to teleport at random, allowing for many different encounters with many other characters. This can explain why two characters that might otherwise stay together through the whole thing might get separated.

❧ Network: The network can now be used. Mirrors can and do float if someone is trying to talk through one and running, and can follow someone as they move, allowing people to communicate on the go or during action. Feel free to start using the network in parallel with the log events.

❧ NPCing: The mods won't be npcing but players are free to npc the actions of bystanders, the Nightrenders, and the Sisters. The Sisters won't speak, just continue laughing, and players can npc their specific attacks, capture attempts, and teleportation. Please just don't have them talk or godmode them dying - they're currently a little too sturdy for that. If you have a question about whether/how something will affect them feel free to ask the mods in the first comment below.

❧ Environment: Feel free to manipulate the environment. There are things left over from the faire people can work with like bow and arrow sets from the competition, horses (which can be temporarily stolen, though we'd like to limit any that are permanently stolen to the (1) horse another player already requested), and even explosive faerie fireworks (they're quieter than the normal thing but still create a big bang). Abandoned stalls also have weapons and supplies to grab as people run for it. If they didn't think to steal or buy useful things during the day, please limit this to only grabbing one or two items as they run, like a cloak or sword. They won't have time to loot for more.

❧ Experimentation: We'd like to encourage people to experiment! Obviously ask other players if they're down first, but it could be fun to do something other than 2 person threads, like maybe 2 PCs banding to rescuing a 3rd. Players are also encouraged to set limitations if they think it'd be more interesting, like locking their final escape prompt from the faire grounds to a single thread partner and playing out the drama of a full escape.

[OOC: Plot is visible so people can see and start plotting together but not open until Nov. 1. The mods will enable comments then.]

Comments

[credit_not_blame]

"Can do!"

Stacia briefly flashes the tiny woman (she's shorter than Stacia is, that officially makes her "tiny") a thumbs up, and then shifts back to Crinos. She starts prowling in an arc around the booth in a way that says that she is the only predator allowed near this potential prey.

Bring it on, other monsters, the big bad wolf is here.

Re: Wild Horses

[rambles_on]

Dean is pretty sure Dan can see right through him, but he doesn't really care aas long as he doesn't get called out on it.

"Yeah, he'll be fine. He's probably gone back into town to call search & rescue, or something. Maybe they'll eve bring in a helicopter."

He doesn't comment on the voices thing, but he certainly notes it. He's pretty sure he heard voices saying similar things when he woke up, too. Maybe it's a Battle Royale situation and they've been dropped in the middle of nowhere to duke it out with those monsters.

Re: Wild Horses

[hallelujahjunction]

“That’d be nice. I ain’t never rid in a helicopter.” Or an airplane. Dan’s paperwork has always been dodgy at best, and that means avoiding situations where he might need to show ID under any scrutiny. Being born off the grid and living as a vagrant has disenfranchised him of a lot of the experiences and benefits of society proper.

The unconscious woman on the horse coughs and blood dribbles down her chin. Dan stops the horse, looking concerned but not too concerned to keep making chit-chat.

“Anyway, I was asking in case we needed to keep an eye out and go back in to find him.” A lie; he was asking to keep Dean thinking about how to lie to Dan instead of whatever sorrow was gripping him. Dan gets on his tiptoes to look the woman over, see if that blood is internal bleeding or a cut in her mouth and determines it’s the latter. Still. When he gets the horse going again, it’s at a faster trot.

“So, I’m going to need you to keep an open mind, but I think time travel is involved here. You were a lot older when I knew Sam.”

Re: Wild Horses

[rambles_on]

"Me neither."

Dean has absolutely no interest in getting in any flying metal death machine, thank you very much.

When the woman coughs, he moves one arm to support her neck more.

He stiffens when Dan brings up Sam again.

"You wanna run that by me again?" his demeanor went from vague friendliness to deadly seriousness in a split second. There's a definite warning in his tone.

His hand itches to reach for his Colt but there's nothing for him to grab.

[diedforyoursins]

The rudeness doesn't seem to phase him at all. Hell, at this point it'd be fair to wonder if it's even registering. He simply smiles, all warmth and friendliness.

"My name is Kaworu. Kaworu Nagisa."

That's not really an answer to her question, but evidently it's all she's getting. That red stare finally pulls away from her, looking past the nightrender to the north in the direction of that strange pull, and his head tilts thoughtfully.

"You shouldn't stay here," he says. "Can you walk?"

[diedforyoursins]

[It's a little dizzying – he's not used to being manhandled, let alone nearly tossed head over heels like this. Instinctual flare-ups of his A.T. Field would typically prevent it. But he knows she isn't a threat to him – he could feel her soul through the nightrender's aura enough to feel certain of that.

So as he gets his bearings – upside-down and being carried along at a sprint – he can take a moment to recognize the thrill in the novelty of it. This is sort of fun, actually.

He props himself up against her back on his forearms to steady the jostling a little so his head isn't bouncing against her back, and takes the moment to appreciate the scenery speeding past.]

This is the hard way?

[He sounds far too sincerely entertained for what should be a kid getting forcibly dragged out of danger. Jesus christ.]

[hallelujahjunction]

"When I knew Sam - we were roommates - he was maybe thirty years old."

Dan, in contrast to Dean, keeps that vague friendliness as if he doesn't even notice Dean's implied threat. He does notice, of course. And he's aware that Dean's holding the bow, and Dan has no weapon besides a knife tucked into his boot.

"He's a good guy. Taught me how to do a signature. Okay, lean her head forward a little so she don't inhale any of that blood. Her lip's real shredded."

There, a break in the fog, and Dan can see the lights where the faire goers have been escaping towards north.

"So I...so me and a few other folks, we seem to keep getting tugged into different worlds or different times or something. And that's how I know Sam."

[liesdontfindyou]

CT recoils. Full-body recoils. It's not at the touch itself, it's at the voice alongside it, and though they both know damn well she doesn't have the guts to use it her hand flies instinctively to her knife.

"Don't. Touch. Me."

The flashes of memory are too real and raw, she doesn't want him to see her being affected, let alone get the flashes himself.

[rambles_on]

"I don't know what you've been smoking, man, but you should get a new dealer."

But even if this guy's on something, that doesn't account for him knowing Sam. Maybe from Dean's memories?

Dean is beginning to feel less and less comfortable riding this horse next to this guy, but he isn't willing to leave the injured girl. He's just gonna have to stick it out.

He readjusts the woman's head and makes sure to keep Dan within his range of vision. If this guy's unstable, who knows what he's capable of.

[millenyal_pink]

"Cool, I guess. I'm Elle?"

This feels like a weird time for introductions.

She's forced to kneel on wooden a platform in front of a large group of people. Someone pushes her head down into a notch on a beam of wood. She looks Roberta in the crowd. Elle doesn't see her, but she knows she's watching.

The guillotine drops.

"Yeah, I can walk, but I'm not going. There are people who need to get out of here."

They move a little ways away from Nightrender, but Elle still can't quite seem to latch onto her Rage. It feels distant in a way she hasn't experienced in years now, and the feeling is more than a little terrifying.

[hallelujahjunction]

"Oh, I ain't been smoking nearly enough," Dan says, laughing, because really, the only thing that would make this whole experience better would be to be intoxicated on something for the duration. He's more worried about running out of cigarettes than smoking anything bad.

He can see how tetchy Dean's getting, though, how poorly Dean's receiving I'm a time traveler.

"You know, if you want to keep that arrow aimed at me the whole time, you can. I won't be doing nothing to convince you to fire it." He shrugs, urging the horse a little faster now that safety for the unconscious woman is near. "But it'll make it harder to keep an eye out for those creatures that got into our heads."

And just like that, one of those creatures must be getting close, because one of Dan's memories surfaces.

Dan is in a bunk bed in a room that looks something like a cell, grabbing a bottle of alcohol that someone's passing him from the bottom bunk, and then it's Sam's voice: "I think I got more shit for my height than anything else, at least the first year."

“That’s what you get for being nine feet tall, you titan.” Dan laughs.

Re: Open

[heterochrocatic]

"See, I don't remember that. I woke up here when we were still stuck there. I think. It's weird?" Catra says

"I don't remember a portal or anything. Stay with me now--" She doesn't glance back as she hears something (somethings) coming after them. Gotta keep going. She tries to focus on Saturday.

"Sounds like you did good, though. Sorry I missed it."

Re: maybe Gary again, then Catra and Elle?

[millenyal_pink]

Elle's heart warms at the sight of the father-son reunion.

She lets the two talk interrupted for a minute, but the fade vision from Cato is a stark reminder that they're not out of the woods yet, metaphorically. And literally.

She makes a huffing noise and impatiently swishes her tail. They need to get out of here.

[eternalmisery]

Spencer's one (1) act of heroism today, throwing herself between Mona and a giant wolf, isn't evident on her appearance, but the stress of the day sure is. The dress is tattered to pieces, ripped above her skinned knees so she could run easier; her hair is full of twigs and ash, and her voice is a bit of a croak from being caught in a burning barn.

She looks all wild-eyed at Kon, skidding to a stop that leaves her stumbling to the ground. She picks herself up, and not for the first time, she gives Kon that trapped, defensive look that she suspects he's here to hurt her or trick her.

"Based on who? Who's telling you that?" Because she wants to believe Kon, she really does - but she felt hope when he said he was a superhero, and as she always says, hope breeds eternal misery. "It could be a trap."

[rambles_on]

Dean didn't even realize his aim was beginning to stray in Dan's direction. He quickly corrects it because as weird as this guy is, Dean doesn't actually want to shoot him. Right now.

Seeing Sam like that almost knocks Dean clean off of the horse and onto his ass.

Even a year later, Dean still wakes up smelling smoke. He looks around in a panic to see Dad sleeping on top of the covers on the other bed, sprawled out in a way that means he fell asleep drinking again.

The room is silent except for Dad's light snores, Sammy gurgling in his sleep, and Dean's own deafening heartbeat.

His blankets feel heavy as he pushes them away. He does his best not to wake Dad, but he can't stay in bed. If he stays in bad, something bad will happen to baby Sammy, just like what happened to Mom.

Dean crawls over to where the crib they got from the motel is sitting at the foot of his bed. It looks like Sammy's dreaming about something from the way from limbs jerk around.

Dean feels better now that he can see Sammy, but he still has that terrible panic rising inside of him. He knows that Sammy is going to get hurt, or burn, just like Mom if Dean doesn't take care of him. So Dean climbs over the railing and curls up around his baby brother.

"Angels are watching over you," Dean silently promises, just like Mom told him.

Maybe this time if the monsters come, they'll take Dean instead.


It takes him a moment to regain any semblance of composure.

"I hate this," he says, voice thick with emotion. "I really fucking hate this."

[unsealthecatbox]

Ange hasn't taken her eyes off the Nightrender. She's definitely sweating and not just from the physical strain. She hasn't experienced the effects of those things on herself yet, but whatever it is can't be good. Through the corner of her eye she can see these people starting to get out. Good...! Progress!

Still, there must be something else they can do. Thinking, she mutters to herself.

"...a distraction. A distraction would be good"

Anything to get those magical horrors go in a different direction. Slowly, an idea came to mind -- an idea she's absolutely sure nobody else will like, but would at least buy them some time.

"Do you know where to lead these people?" she asks, not telling what she's planning.

[just_ace]

"Feels like that is probably the right way to head, though we should probably help anyone we can along the way. These things are no joke, but we know a little more about how to fight them now. I'd like to make sure a few of the people I met today get out okay.

I'll keep an eye out for a giant rabbit. You keep an eye out for any werewolves that look like I did, or a cat equivalent. If they aren't fighting they might be less easy to spot. Still, if you see a very organized young woman with perfect hair and makeup despite the fight asking a lot of pointed questions, holler. Her name is Stacia and she is... not blood but family. We've been separated for a while and I will be very upset if anything happened to her.

And don't worry about losing me. I run real fast and I don't tire out. Your horse will give out before I will... no offense."

Ace nods an apology to Concrete Blond then shifts down to a lithe silver-furred wolf.

[unsealthecatbox]

[She definitely adapts quick! When you're in a dire situation either you adapt or you die!

Still, despite that, she holds on in a manner that probably isn't optimal, but would make it somewhat easier to leap off the horse at the first chance. Apparently that jumping off an animal would most likely injure her doesn't bother her...because she's that reckless. There's nothing badass about her, just...recklessness]

Ange!

[Ange is pretty tense! She tries to sound casual to make things somewhat easier to deal with, but it's obvious she's well aware she's out of her element given the supernatural creatures and strange world she's in]

[darvit]

That is, quite frankly, terrifying, and if Holly hadn't stared a fully grown bull-troll in the mouth (seriously, it had her head in its mouth, talk about experiences you don't want to relive) and lived to tell the tale, it might actually stall her again.

As it is, she just files understanding whatever she's just witnessed away for later, and with Stacia setting a perimeter she beelines for the booth.

Even the kids hiding there have at minimum a few inches on her. She misses her wings.

They're jumpy, which she gets, all things considered, but it means she has to hold her hands up and try to hush them. "Hey, hey. Not a monster. I'm here to help you."

[darvit]

Holly... stares. Blinks. Why is this kid suddenly acting like someone's mesmerised her and spun some story about the stick in her hand being a person with important wisdom to share?

"...again?" is, against all sense, what comes out of her mouth next, because that implies some history and she has no idea what to make of that.

[tr1xx]

"Rough idea, yeah. Just gotta head north where all the other panicked fuckers are running."

There ends up being six people, in all; the first to pull themself out stays to help the whole time they're dragging out the last few, too, and Cammie's relieved because seriously, she's not strong. If one of them pulled too hard getting up, she'd probably fall.

She wipes her face, sweating a bit now, once everyone's out. She smacks at the material a bit, sees if it elicits any reaction from anyone still stuck, but no, they're good.

"Why?"

Re: open to all.

[greyerrant]

"Not like I have a choice. I can carry you if need be. We should move as swiftly as we can." He looks back towards the creature, already rising as he shifts his grip on Mournitall.

[hallelujahjunction]

Dan gets even a little quieter than normal, daring to show a little vulnerability because a steady hand and competence aren't going to be enough to soothe a kid who obviously holds himself to that standard.

"I know. I hate it too. The only reason I'm keeping it more together than you are is because I been through this before." He takes a deep breath. "Every time I think about the things they're rifling through in my head, I just want to throw up."

Dan suspects that their memories are going in tandem, because the next ones from him are similar to Dean's. Dan - Danny - is six years old with a gun on his hip, helping his toddler little brother walk across the room, coaxing him with slices of candied sweet potato. Danny's mom is breastfeeding two infants; his sister, around his age, is plunking away at an upright piano, a rudimentary version of "A Little Night Music."

The toddler trips on his way to the sweet potato and starts bawling. Danny's mother moves to get up, but Danny rushes to his little brother's side first.

"Eli, Eli, it's okay." Danny pulls his little brother into his arms, letting Eli babble snotty toddler gibberish into his arms. "You ain't hurt. Ain't nothing on you hurt. See?"

Danny gestures with his hand around his little brother's whole body as if waving a magic wand. "All better."

"All better?" Eli asks.

"Yeah." Danny wipes away Eli's tears. "Here's a sweet potato anyway."

"I don't know how you're so good at that, Danny," Danny's sister says. "Mom, why is Danny so good at-"

And then the memory is, mercifully, gone. Dan brings the horse in to a little alcove, helping Dean unload the unconscious woman as he sees some of the escaping faire goers running over to collect her. A man's calling her name, a family member, maybe, or a spouse.

Dan looks over at Dean. "What do you say, do I leave you here to hand her off or do you come back out there with me looking for folks in peril?"

[ragefeathers]

"Cool. That's fuckin' cool. I have no idea why Mackenzie honestly," Kenzie replies, stumbling a little as the ground grows rougher. Normally she feels much more in control. Normally someone trying to lead her around like this would get a snap or a snarl instead of this chill acquiescence. The werewolf feels drained from her fight though and for now hasn't recovered enough of her pep to get her dander up yet.

"I'm on board with that one. My other friend Stacia was running around but I'm not sure where she went," Kenzie says and glances back over her shoulder.

"Hope she's okay. Fuck."

[takenalive]

<Morphing undoes injury. Keep watch for three minutes and don't speak unless something comes up. Please,> he adds awkwardly. <I can scarcely move until this is close to finished and it's faster if it has my undivided attention.> There's a grating and a crack of bone and some unsettlingly squishy pops as he says that. Morphing is an upsetting way to change shapes, one that seems like it should be agonizing.

Night animals have scattered before the big shape and all the crashing, and the woods are filled with rustling and mysterious chatter, and the song of crickets just starting up again. If Saturday looks back the way they came she'll see the gleam of that silvery blood scattered like coins in the moonlight.