MOD LOG #3

[bequiet]

MOD LOG #3

Arriving in style
Content Warnings: Fighting, death, violence
Themes: Survival, plot

It's early in the day when it happens. The red dust that seems to be everywhere sweeps through the city streets, mixing with the steady patter of rain and making it hard to see and breathe. All red and leaving the taste of copper if inhaled, what could have been an easy day without any trouble quickly becomes anything but. While those in the community are heading for cover or finding ways to continue on through it, the new arrivals begin waking up in different cities all over the world. There won't be anyone to greet them, and leaving the room through the door is their choice - after doing so, they'll immediately step out into the city they were assigned. The streets are empty, houses abandoned, everything crumbling and in ruins. There will be signs noting their location, which they'll catch a glimpse of before a sharp push forward causes darkness to engulf them.

Waking up for the second time, in Reims but not in the Reset Room, they'll come to inside the red dust as it whips through the streets of the community. They won't be alone for long. Another person will be waking up beside them, and after a few moments of disorientation, try to attack. They might have weapons or use their hands, and they will not stop until they've taken a fatal blow. Their blood is dust, and they, along with their weapons, disintegrate after they've died. Can you stop them on your own? Will someone come to your aid?

The Sight of Lightning
Content Warnings: Poison, sex
Themes: Survival, plot

The day after the storm, the same red dust will find its way through Reims and come into contact with every person. Since the dust is everywhere, some might not notice that it's floating through the community and know that something is off. The effects don't begin until night fall, where everyone will feel the desire to seek out companionship of many different kinds. Though it is not always the case, the people that saw each other in color will "want" to be with that person more strongly than they might already, and will be more likely to confess or do something about it. Some might feel an intense need to be around another person, though not necessarily sexually - almost as if they need that person around them to be happy or content. For some, it might be a desire that can only be fulfilled by more than one person.

The effects wear off the next time the person gets wet. This can be a splash of water across the face or fully submerged. Or even drinking something.

OOC
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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[rakuyo]

I am composed, good lady. [It would take a lot to make Maria freak out, but she can see her display of violence wasn't speaking well to that. If this woman wished to aid her somehow, then all the better, Maria could continue to fight. Perhaps she had healing blood on her, much as Maria could detest it's overuse, it was the quickest means to recover and get back to the hunt.]

[persevere]

[Caroline breathes out, because at least the woman seems to be telling the truth. She's practically bleeding out without wincing, so it might even be for real. Either that, or she's in shock, and she's going to have to heal her anyway.

She turns her face slightly to the side to hide her eyes as the irises briefly darken, and she presses her own wrist to her mouth as her fangs descend, obscuring them from view. When she pulls her face back, it's normal, but there's a gash across her skin where she ripped it open, deep enough to bleed slowly.]

You're going to have to drink my blood.

[This part is less awkward when the person is bordering on unconsciousness, but whatever.]

[rakuyo]

... a vessel, I see. [Maria's voice is an exasperated relief, as if this is something she's both very familiar with, but also weary there of. She knew of those from the Church whom they derived healing blood from. The woman were groomed as nuns and, if dedicated enough, could become Blood Saints. While Maria didn't care for such ritual's and knew the Church corrupt, the woman she'd known had hearts full of compassion. They wanted to help others, Maria would not deny that calling.

Where others might at least flinch at the idea, Maria only outstretches a hand and takes a proper knee, looking ready to be knighted. She'll place her lips to the wound and drink the blood from Caroline's wrist with gratitude.]

[persevere]

...Right.

[A what? A vessel?

Okay, lady, she's just gonna go with it because that's easier than asking too many questions or having to answer them in return.

At least she's done this before, so the strange sensation of a mouth pulling against her wound isn't as weird as it might have been the first couple of times. Vampiric blood always did the trick pretty quickly, thankfully, and then they could get on their way.]

Better?

[rakuyo]

[The blood reacted much the way Maria was used to. She felt reinvigorated, her wounds healed with uncanny speed, and she tried not to have too much. Blood was intoxicating, after all, and she did not need to be impaired whilst on the Hunt. Not wanting to lick her lips clean, such an improper thing to do, Maria reaches to her coat and pulls a lacy red handkerchief free. After her own face was wiped clear of red, she placed the fabric to Caroline's open wrist to cover it.]

Sister, I thank you. ["Sister" would be proper address for a nun, after all. Maria will lift herself back upright, nodding her hat in further gratitude.] Are you in need of protection or escort through the storm?

[persevere]

[This woman has...definitely done this before. That's not something that happens every day, but Caroline will just try to take it in stride.

For the record, that isn't easy, because she's pretty sure this lady came out of a completely different century.

She wipes the blood from her wrist with the handkerchief, Caroline's wound already closing as she finishes, and curls her fingers around it awkwardly.]

It might be safer for both of us if we stick together, yeah. [She doesn't exactly need an escort, but with everything happening so fast, being alone doesn't seem like her favorite idea.] Do you know where we even are right now?

[rakuyo]

I am unsure of such a place as this, myself. It does appear to be amidst a Hunt, where the violent and mad run free. [Maria keeps her eyes trained around them, aware and searching the area. The rain wasn't very heavy, but the strange dust was thick, a fog over the area, making it difficult to get ones bearings. If there was someplace safe nearby, Maria did not know which direction it might be.]

My sworn duty is to protect any I may find yet sane, do not stray far.

[persevere]

Ditto.

[On the straying thing. Caroline was capable and had no problem watching this woman's back. Clearly the other felt the same way, so she was just going to go with it.]

I'm just hoping we can find somewhere we can get inside.

[rakuyo]

Only a fool would open their door on the night of the Hunt. [Maria does not say so with anger or even like she is correcting Caroline, it's more resignation. Knowing that the night is dangerous and the enemies take human form, though they were largely incapable of speech, she would fault no one for keeping their doors firmly bolted. It had been that way in Yharnam, she didn't suspect it would be different in a place like this.]

[persevere]

What's this Hunt you keep talking about? What's getting hunted?

[Considering the crazy dust monsters, she's tempted to guess that they're the prey, not the predators.]

[rakuyo]

Beasts and madmen. The latter appear to be the problem this night. Such a circumstance is familiar to me, despite my disorientation otherwise. [a Hunt is a Hunt, Maria would protect those in need if she was able, it didn't matter where she had ended up. With her wounds healed and body feeling invigorated, she's all the more determined to keep to that sense of duty.]

Did you not come from Yharnam, fair sister? [Maria is still assuming Caroline is a vessel of the Healing Church, which would mean Yharnam. No place else produced that kind of blood, not to Maria's knowledge. And anybody from Yharnam would know of the Hunt and know of it well.]