quietplacelogs | MOD LOG #3

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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You're amazing too. I've never seen anything like what you just did. [Whatever powers she possesses are beyond anything Arya's ever heard of before. Taking up beside her on her, Needle out and ready, she occasionally passes a glance at Maria's wound and how the woman is faring.

Pushing her wet bangs from her face, she trudges on. Then- Arya points to their left. There's a shape of something square. A home? A building?] Over there! Come on, it's not too much further. [She hopes Maria can make it there. She doesn't look too good.]

A technique from my master... [Is all she manages to say, focusing on keeping moving. Maria fares better than most would, with a knife wound leaking out her back and an opened gut. Losing blood could actually make Maria fight more fiercely, but without healing blood to recover, it was likely she'd simply lose too much and pass out, dead. Knowing her own limits, the injuries she had could recover just fine, given rest. She appreciated Arya's aid greatly in showing them both to shelter, especially since she wouldn't have to worry of the young woman's safety out in the hunt alone.

As the approach the building, Maria will huff a breath of relief. She's easy to set down somewhere, either inside or on the stoop, out of the rain is all she wants. Maria is ever composed, despite her pain and injury.]

[Arya will coax her to go inside and then close the door behind them. First she'll find a spot for Maria to sit and then she'll move to try and barricade the door. She's gotten a fairly good look at the wound as they walked and is feeling a chill of familiarity and the strong possibility of death. She'd nearly died from stab wounds that didn't look nearly as bad as this one.

Once she's got the door sorted Arya turns back to her.] I can help you? Clean the wound? I'm not maester but I can do that much...?

[Maria is confidence she will survive, especially with treatment. It's easier for her to recover through trauma, even without the Healing Blood from Yharnam, by merit of her heritage. She shrugs her heavy coat off and reaches for wound on her back, feeling the warmth of the blood in contrast to the cold rain soaking the collar of her shirt and vest. When Arya turns to her and asks if she can help, Maria... smiles, just a tiny bit on the edges. Maybe a strange time to look bemused, her voice mirroring the look.]

Many skills, indeed... yes, I welcome the aid. My back, I cannot fully reach.

[She's worried about her, but doing her best not to show it. Especially when she catches sight of all the blood.

Arya take a look around for anything that she can use to sop up the blood to get a better look at the wound coming out her back. Ultimately she settles on a blanket over top of a couch. And she's been her long enough to know about sinks and that she can get water there. So she gets a bowl and fills it up before rushing back to Maria's side.] This will sting. But I'm sure you know that.

[She's a warrior, after all. Arya dampens up the blanket and then starts to attempt to clean it out as best she could. As gently as she could.]

[By the warning, Maria has assumed the rag to be doused in alcohol, but that wasn't the case. Just having the wound pat down and clean around the edges is easy to take, she'd long stopped being sensitive to such things. Arya might need to tear the back of Maria's vest and undershirt a bit, just to open enough room to wash the slice in his shoulder blade. Maria won't protest if she does, it's still more modest an option than taking off her clothing.

She tends to the holes in her stomach herself, rummaging through pockets until she pulled a glove back with glass shards in the leather. She had a veil on her? It had broken in the skirmishing, clearly, but there may be some blood left. Reaching into the pocket, her gloves reemerge with a smattering of strange blood, darker and somehow ominous seeming than Maria's own. Huffing, perhaps hesitating only a second, she reaches to her gut and placed the blood to her wounds.

Healing blood, even a small amount, could work miracles. She breathed in to feel the wounds seal. It was what she'd hoped and yet she still felt the desire to curse over it. Maria will stay silent, it would be improper to have an outburst, after all.]

... again, I thank you sincerely, young miss.

[Perhaps it wouldn't sting like alcohol but it would still be painful. If only she did have some alcohol. She's in the middle of planning how best to clear the wound of infection when she sees what the woman is doing over her shoulder and gasps when she sees her hand dive into her own stomach. Her hands and the towel move from the wounds on her back, watching in stunned silence as they started to seal themselves.] What... how? How did you...?

Healing blood, nothing to fret over. [she offers, placating and casual in tone, nothing to worry about. It will take her some time to realize such a thing is not common to others, being such a staple of Yharnam and Cainhurst's culture, albeit for... somewhat different reasons. At least now she can relax some, let her body heal the rest of herself naturally and catch her breath from so much exertion given on the Hunt.

It does occur to her that her young companion had been slashed at as well... on the leg, Maria thinks? She's trying not to be too foggy, keeping composure is of uttermost importance to her.]

Have you been injured? I may find yet another few drops in my coat, if you are in need. [the last of her veils had broken, clearly, but the liquid worked like magic to recover wounds.]

['Healing blood', she mouths the words. It's not familiar to her in the slightest. Arya looks down on herself, having honestly forgotten she'd even been injured. Looking down at herself, the pain of the wounds finally start to catch up with her.] They aren't deep cuts. They may not even scar. [She's got many scars already, a few more would do little even if they did.]

Scars should not be feared, but the growth of tainted flesh is troublesome. Such beasts may carry poison with them, I'm not familiar with them enough to know... Here. [Maria has a deep desire to care for others, look out for her comrades and the innocent. She's clearly seeing Arya as the former, more than the usually more helpless latter. Reaching to her pocket again, her glove has some glistening, fresh blood on it. It's clearly not her own, it gave off a feeling very different from regular viscera.

If Arya does not flinch away, Maria will bend to spread the blood over her wound. If it makes contact, it's the same effect as it had on the older woman. A strange rush of energy in the body, it may even go to Arya's head for a moment, a sudden and yet short intoxication. The wound would be left completely healed, as if it never occurred at all.]

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