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INTO THE WOODS ※ GAME EVENT
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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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!)
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.
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.
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.
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!
Maybe you decide to do none of the above. Go nuts!
❧ 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.]
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[Another girl in an ugly prom dress shows up, only Spencer's got soot all over it and hay in her hair. She's been rudely awoken from the only sleep she's gotten in over a week by a fire and a giant robot rescuing her from it. She almost wonders if it would have been better to just burn alive.
Throughout the day, the only thing that's been more depressing than disorienting has been that despite finding Mona, Spencer hasn't seen a trace of her friends. She can't think of any reason that A would want to splinter the group in this particular fashion; Spencer feels like A always seemed to prize Aria as his favorite toy, Emily as his favorite punching bag, with Spencer occupying that null space in the middle. Like the plaything a little kid would throw around at home, but not take with them on vacation or to bed. She can't suss out why A would split her and Mona off unless-
-unless they're being singled out because they were the ones to come up with the electro-magnet bomb. Put the smart ones together. Let them devour each other alive like scorpions, probably.
Well, despite all her very justified misgivings about Mona, Spencer felt a pang of sympathy when she saw the state of her in the dollhouse, and felt a pang of relief when Mona was on her same wavelength in terms of building a magnet bomb, and felt a pang of gratitude that Mona had done so much legwork exploring the dollhouse. All those pangs adds up to camaraderie, in a really twisted way. Spencer reaches out to grab Mona and steady her from falling.]
I'm going southwest. [Spencer feels like she would need to explain why to her friends, but Mona's probably already on the same track.]
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I've tried east. [Several times, actually. While she hadn't stopped to look for Spencer, she hadn't-- honest-- forgotten about her. They just need one of them to get away, to connect back up with her network and come back to raid A's precious dollhouse once they have a direction to look, and it's truly fine whether that's her or Spencer. She trusts Spencer, at least, to think these through along the same line of thought as she does; to understand her answer as both an agreement and sharing additional information. And while Spencer might not come back for Mona, she'd certainly come back for the others, wherever they are.] Maybe with two of us we can see what's triggering it, if nothing else.
["It," because she can't quite bring herself to say... what? Magic? Teleportation? A brief unconsciousness that doesn't leave her groggy afterwards? Some optical illusion thanks to the fog? Mona's half convinced she's hallucinating it, the jumps in space hauling her back towards the rest of the crowd, even if Spencer's implicitly acknowledged it too. She can figure it out when they either make it deeper into the woods or get dragged back to the dollhouse.
She hauls up her skirts again and plunges back into the trees, away from the streams of people (and her slight, tugging curiosity) heading north.]
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Wolves are big when all you've known are dogs. So are their teeth. And neither of the girls look armed, it shouldn't be hard to herd them back to the main body of the fleeing people where they'll be harder to pick off.
Stacia shifts into Lupus and slips through the trees, running silently until she's outpaced the other girls. Then she puts herself in their way and growls - and she's careful to keep it a growl without letting it edge into a snarl. It's already been a rough night, no need to scare them more than necessary.
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[Spencer's thinking of the invisible fences that people use to keep dogs in their yard, and why not? A basically treats them like pets.]
At least, I think it's external. It'd be easier for us to both be experiencing the same thing if it's not just in our heads.
[Spencer hauls her puffy layers of hideous prom dress and starts to run with Mona, slipping in the mud around the fair grounds, until she sees something that makes her blood run cold. It isn't a dog. It isn't any animal Spencer has ever seen in person before, but she can tell exactly what it is and how big its teeth are.
Maybe A's moved on from dollhouses to fairy tales.]
Mona!
[Spencer feels her body temporarily freeze up as she tries to stop Mona, feeling exactly like she did when she watched her friends barrel towards an electric fence, like she's not only about to witness a brutal killing but already has, can picture it perfectly in her mind. Spencer's seen someone die before. She doesn't need to ever see it again.
So, even though Mona's got a very personalized ranking on Spencer's shit list, Spencer flings her arm out like a roller coaster seatbelt to bar Mona from running any closer to the wolf.]
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Until Spencer throws her arm out and Mona skids ungracefully to a halt, the unpleasant deja vu as she remembers the same electric fence incident from a few days ago. Whatever lies between them, she trusts Spencer's judgment enough in this moment to stop, panting slightly as her eyes scan the woods for whatever Spencer's spotted.
A thrill of fear goes through her when she sees it too. Definitely bigger than a dog. She holds perfectly still for the moment, as if moving will prompt the wolf to attack, trying to process what this means. They're not in the southern hemisphere, probably. They're either very far from home or A has the sort of preserve that can house captive carnivores. They have something else to worry about, on top of the fire and fog and horrified screaming and the risk of getting dragged back underground.
It's the last one more than the others that makes Mona react the way she does, drawing on ancient knowledge gleamed from Animal Planet and survivalist novels. She spreads her legs in a wide stance, showing off her own filthy silk prom dress (it was pink, a few days ago) and holds her arms out to the side as far as she can, making all five foot two inches of her body take up as much space as possible, and she yells at the wolf in wordless rage.
They do not have time for this. They'll just scare off the wolf and keep going.]
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She lowers her head, bristling her fur to make herself look bigger, and starts stalking toward them with teeth bared.]
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She stands frozen, figuring that if they bolt, they're just going to look like prey. Apex predators usually avoid going after anything that looks like it'd be more trouble than it's worth, but God only knows what A might have done to this wolf, if it's captive at all. It could be starving enough to go after even troublesome prey. It could be infected with rabies. It could be trained to attack anyone in a purple dress. Who the hell knows?
A already sent a horse, a cobra, and a car full of bees after them. Why not a wolf?
Spencer locks eyes with the wolf, holding a direct gaze. It crosses her mind that if she and Mona both bolt, the wolf will probably go after Mona instead of Spencer. Spencer's got longer legs and has played plenty of field hockey. Mona would be easier prey.
Mona may totally deserve it, but Spencer isn't about to leave her to get mauled by a wolf.]
I think we need to start backing away slowly and considering southeast instead.
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Coincidence or border patrol? [she asks resentfully, without taking a second step. What are the chances that they happen to come across a wolf while exploring, versus A strategically putting a guard dog (a very large, very undomesticated guard dog) on the one route out? If it was a guard dog, would they be able to scare it off, or would it be too well trained for that? If they back away, would they be corralled into A's trap? If they try to press their luck, will it pounce? She takes a second, reluctant step backwards, then digs her heels (literally) into the forest floor to see how the wolf reacts.]
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But they need to move.
She snarls and crouches down, prepared to pounce forward if they don't start backing away.]
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Spencer doesn't want to be any of that carnage, but it's starting to feel more and more inevitable the more and more the wolf doesn't back down. Still trying to hold the wolf's gaze, Spencer puts a hand to Mona's shoulder and starts to try and direct her to go back towards the fairgrounds.]
We can hide somewhere and wait it out. Come on. [That's better than going north, probably, even though that would mean hunkering down in what feels like a death trap.
She pauses and bends down to pick up a rock the size of a big orange, even though bending down makes her look smaller than Mona and like a potentially more appealing target. If the wolf lunges, she could maybe try to throw it and scare it off. If not, at least she's (pathetically) closer to being armed; Mona at least has that broken-off arrow stashed in her outfit.]
Let's just back up slowly and find a place between the fair and...the wolf...to weather everything.
[The pessimistic part of Spencer already knows she's trapped, trapped in A's game, trapped in her friendship with Alison before that - she can see so clearly that no matter what escapes she tries to come up with, she's going to be corralled north. She's going to remain at the whims of whomever is doing this to them. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here...
But when people cite that quote, they forget what comes right before it. In Dante's poem, the words are written on a gate crafted by loving hands, a monument to Babylonian justice. Before me things created were none, save those eternal, and eternal I endure.
Hell is a strange place to take solace, but Spencer can't think of anything more fitting for the month she's just had. Eternal she endures, indeed.
It's just a dog.]
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but she's not throwing it yet, apparently. Spencer's probably right, as much as Mona wishes they had another option. Better to find a place to hide in the woods until the wolf gets called off than get caught by A having a staring contest.] Fine. If we can find a tree that's not at risk of burning, I don't think wolves can climb.
[She grabs her skirts again, carefully sliding her feet backwards over the uneven ground without turning her back to the creature.]
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Ugh, she's going to have to save that question for later. There are things creeping about in the woods and she doesn't have time to argue with them or pull them down from a tree. Crinos it is then; best to make a show of it.
Hunkered down is a good place to start, fortunately. Stacia changes the tone of her growl, pushing it higher into a whine as she hulks upward, bones and muscles expanding beneath her skin and teeth growing larger, wolf toes extending into fingers with claws.
It'll take about six seconds, but six seconds is plenty of time to look pretty damn scary in the dim light filtering through the trees.]
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Spencer doesn't give herself over to panic, but she certainly gives herself over to retreat. Dragging Mona with her, she starts to back up, slowly enough not to look like tantalizing prey, quickly enough to start putting distance between them and the wolf.]
I think this one can climb, Mona!
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(Hologram? Maybe, but Mona doesn't want to be the one to test it.)]
Okay, [Mona says, the thread of fear slipping in under her voice.] Okay. So we're not climbing. Good doggy. [She spares a sideways glance at Spencer, clearly at a loss.] Can't you, like, horse whisperer it? Tell it to play dead?
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She isn't sure why she steps in front of Mona. Mona's been nothing but trouble and harassment and competition for Spencer. A lot of people, if they knew the whole story, would argue that Spencer should shove Mona towards the beast, literally throw her to the wolves, and maybe break her ankles to make her easier prey instead.
But Spencer finds herself standing between Mona and the monster anyway. This monster that is clearly not a wolf, clearly not natural, so...
Spencer hurls the rock at the wolf's face with all the throwing power of a state champ field hockey player.]
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And then Spencer lets loose with the rock. As soon as it leaves Spencer's hand and she's no longer at risk of throwing off her aim, Mona tugs on the back of Spencer's dress. Whether the rock lands or not, it's the best distraction they'll get.] Run!
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She threw a rock at her!
Stacia's surprised enough that she doesn't evade the projectile completely, taking it in the shoulder rather than the face. Still, she can't help but laugh. It sounds like the nightmare version of what the three little pigs heard outside of their houses of straw and sticks, but it's a laugh none the less.]
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Off she and Mona go, stumbling over their ridiculous prom dresses, moving north for lack of other options, Spencer watching at every step for a place to climb into and hide. She doesn't, however, stop to look back.]
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And then Mona slips. She's dressed for a nightmare prom, not running in the woods, and all it takes is one moment where she should have been looking at her feet instead of frantically scanning the woods for an escape. Her foot catches on an exposed root and she's sent sprawling to the ground. The only sound that leaves her mouth is a quick intake of breath-- she's had a lot of practice running when trying to remain undiscovered-- and she immediately scrambles onto her hands and knees, but she's very aware of what a target she makes: in a vulnerable position, easily spotted with her stupid pink dress contrasting so sharply with the dark dirt. There's a dull throbbing in her ankle, and she knows intuitively that she's not going to get very far on it; instead she fumbles into the hidden lining of her dress where she stored the broken-off arrow she and Spencer smuggled away so many hours ago. She doubts it will be at all effective in a fight, but she has to do something.
She doesn't know if Spencer will try to hang behind to help her. She thinks the odds point to yes; Spencer's had plenty of opportunity to ditch her before now. Mona knows it would just hobble the both of them, and then neither of them would get away. Well. Fine. Spencer has a job to do. Someone needs to go back for the others. Quickly, before Spencer starts to think about being all disgustingly noble, she grinds out] Save Hanna.
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The look Spencer gives Mona is not one of gratitude or forgiveness. Mona's self-sacrifice isn't good enough for Spencer, not after everything Mona's done. If Mona's hoping that the last thing she sees is someone recognizing Mona's efforts, she'll be disappointed.
But as much as Spencer doesn't want to think charitably about Mona, she does know Mona's right: wherever Hanna is, she's probably doing something stupid, and Spencer will die before she leaves one of her friends out to dry like that. And it's practical. No one benefits if both Spencer and Mona get gobbled up by the big bad wolf.
Spencer gives Mona a tight nod and then keeps running.]
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Best not to torture the poor blond though. Stacia pads forward and stops just out of arms' reach, crouching down and pressing her knuckles to the earth to hide her claws. Can't do much about the teeth though.]
Hurt?
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Oh well. Hanna will probably say something really badass at her funeral. Her second funeral.
She pushes the thought aside and grips the arrowhead tighter, ready to make her futile last stand. The wolf monster pads up behind her-- no need to spend the energy when she's already down, she guesses-- and Mona braces herself for her swing, and whatever pain is going to come from this. Just a little closer--
But before it can get that little bit closer, it... it talks? She whips her head towards it in alarm-- a new type of alarm. She miscalculated, misunderstood what this thing was. Maybe her first thought was right-- robot? Whatever it is, it definitely works for A, and now she's going to go back--]
Bite me, [she snarls back at it. Asshole teen to the end, whether it's the end of her life or the end of her brief day of being outside.]
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Do not bite me.
[She moves in to scoop the other girl up as gently as possible.]
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It confuses her reflexes; she's expecting it to lunge, to pounce, to literally drag her back underground. She's tensed for that, prepared to use the monster's momentum to drive the broken arrow deeper into its body than she'd be able to do under her own power. Instead, it moves in almost gently. Much too slow for Mona to get a good stab in, but large enough and insistent enough that she's not able to escape. She tries to scramble out of its arms anyway, jabbing with her elbows and kicking her feet.
(Ow, fuck, her ankle, she should not be putting weight on that.)]
Let go! I'm not going back, bitch!
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