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quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
MOD LOG #1
MOD LOG #1
Packing Up
Content Warnings: General tension
Themes: Survival, exploration, heavy-lifting
At the end of the month, the natives send out a mass message informing everyone of the upcoming trip to 'meet' the Sound Eaters. Preparing for the trip is simple, though labor intensive, and begins with making certain that everyone packs food, water, clothes, gear, and a twenty-pound package of sand. When it's time for the journey to begin, those tasked with watching the sandpaths, will lead the party on the journey towards the Eiffel Tower. It's a slow trip, a careful one. Natives will take breaks every few hours and when the sun sets, help everyone to set up their bed rolls around a few lanterns. The natives will unveil the star mapping feature, with constellations named and general history attached, on the devices. They will encourage those to tell stories, get out food and water, and 'talk' amongst the group before everyone settles into sleep. Out, under the night sky, the silence is more noticeable - there are no crickets or frogs. This process will repeat for two days until the group reaches the end of their destination at midday.
Sound Eaters
Content Warnings: Disorientation, confusion, character and native death, Sound Eater birth and death, body horror
Themes: Survival, exploration, horror, death
On the third day, characters will finally reach the Eiffel Tower, where the Sound Eaters in this area of France have set up their 'home'. Stopping far enough out to allow for communication, the natives will gesture to the ruins of the structure that appears to be altered. Structures are built up and around the metal frame, closing off different sections with a dark material that glints an oily-green in the light. After explaining that the Sound Eaters are influenced by the weather, rain being an issue for them, they'll take everyone closer. Silence is key here. The natives are visibly wary, tense, and uncomfortable but they believe that showing the arrivals what they're so afraid of will inspire them to be more cautious.
Now, as close to the Sound Eaters as they dare to go (less than a half mile), the natives will have everyone crouch down behind various cars and debris. The devices will say only one word, watch. As the sun begins to set and clouds darken overhead, the tower will open up, the Sound Eaters spilling out. They are split up, as the natives refer to it, into classes - the young, the shifting and the matured. The young are extremely sensitive to sound, volatile and aggressive, humanesque in form with features in various state of change. The shifting are grotesque, splitting and reforming, changing from young to matured in a shift that is punctuated by pained screams and the breaking of bones, splitting of flesh. The matured are in control. They command and guide their kind into a circle, where they all bend down, kneeling as something different than the rest comes out of the tower to stand at the center. The wind catches, dusting up red ash from it and blowing the ash towards the group - there's no way to move and it tastes familiar, coats your skin in red. They all grow quiet and a wrapped form, in the shape of a body, is placed at the Sound Eaters' feet. It crumbles, breaks apart and sprays out over the wrapped figured to completely cover it.
The shards of the Sound Eater bubble up and fuse together, creating a shell. Rain begins to fall. Light, but enough to cause the Sound Eaters to begin to move, pushing against one another but not leaving the circle. There's a shrill sound, an offbeat whistle, air escaping a tight space, a desperate inhale, and then the shell at the center splits apart. A Sound Eater died to create a new life. Smaller than the other young, the 'child' climbs up and out, but it's not the same as the others. It's form is generally human. Dark hair, androgynous features. No eyes. No mouth. Standing, it angles its head towards the matured and they move, as if on command, and surround it as it walks into the tower.
( If anyone makes noise at this point, in any way, the coming bad weather and what just occurred, will result in the Sound Eaters only attacking that person - rather than the whole group. They'll drag that person into the tower and out of sight. The character will be reset. )
The natives are upset. Spooked. They've never seen anything like that and they're quick to tell everyone this, followed by a hasty message to leave. As they're moving, the rain begins to beat down and the ground grows slippery. Making it back to the supplies is troublesome and just as the group gets close, one of the natives slips and tumbles down broken concrete, twisting and smacking against the hard surface until they come to a stop at the bottom. Anyone that goes to help will find that the native has hurt themselves and there's nothing that can be done, despite best efforts. The natives will take the time to wrap their friend up, relaying that the Sound Eaters don't attack now that the rain is heavy, and will begin the slow trek back to the community. They'll camp each night, the same as the trip up, but with an uncomfortable tension that no amount of story telling can break.
It's Raining Me- Rain. It's Just Water.
Content Warnings: None
Themes: Survival, fun, noise-making
After everyone is back in Reims, the natives will split off to bury their dead - they will not allow anyone to accompany them. Everyone is encouraged to head back to the community to get a break from the bad weather and to unload their supplies. The following day, the natives can be heard outside. Splashing and making noise, fixing houses, and what might have been a somber event will quickly turn into something a little more upbeat as rain beats down on the city. Children will play and occasionally laugh, stunted in their ability to enjoy themselves but willing to learn from the arrivals. Bigger items will be moved and natives will encourage everyone to do the 'noisier' things that they need to do. When the rain ends, work will resume as usual and soundproofing will be a lot more difficult - the water washed away sandpaths and damaged some areas. Cleaning up will take time but the natives aren't as unhappy with the situation as they just had a moment's respite from the normal tension of their everyday lives.
OOC
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why are they so sad. i thought they'll be happy friends.
part of her wants to return the motion somehow, despite their placement, because she wants to comfort alex too. he shouldn't be forced to watch these horrors by himself, he shouldn't be at risk of seeing those awful sights before them. there are just some things the mind shouldn't be forced to know - a lesson she learned the hard way since coming across the automatons all those years ago.
but another part of her wants to push away. she wants to get away because she feels small despite her height, feels weak despite her build, and feels like she's seventeen and full of fear. it reminds her too much of the day that hell itself seemingly swept through her town, brought dark smoke and near ruining in its wake.
she tightens her hold on him and begs him, in her mind, to be safe. ]
because we're evil
Even if he cannot hear her now, he believes in her, that her blessing will keep him safe. Everything has a price... and for the sake of others, he's prepared to pay it.
At long last, the Sound Eaters ungroup, and the adults pull away. He hesitantly removes his hand from her eyes, holding her hand with his other to guide her away from the frontlines.
Nothing else seems to be happening, and he can't afford to get any closer. ]
plese mercy on them
if not for the impending threat that would come after she indulges in her petty urges, she knows for a fact she would be screaming. or crying. maybe both.
but it doesn't happen. instead, lorem leans against alex's frame, expression sheepish when she looks up at him for permission, and is grateful, so grateful, that he's taller than her. it allows her to hold ontight to him for support while they make their getaway from the frontlines. a lull had fallen over the area and perhaps its best they take advantage of that by getting away. far, far away. ]
no mercy only sufferinng
Once again, he's glad that his old adventurer habits have given him something to use - a handkerchief retrieved from a pocket and handed to her, so that she may use it if she needs to.
Always be prepared. ]
is this our motto now.
with some difficulty, she manages to tie her hand onto the strap which allows her to move with some more confidence until safety is certain.
lorem opens her mouth a few times and always ends up snapping it shut in the end. like she wants to ask something before she remembers where they why and why they're hurrying off in the first place. ]
yes
Perhaps, with time.
It's only when they have arrived that he lets go, suddenly conscious of how slick his palm had become - not out of a fear of his own death, but that of other people. He quickly wipes it on his shirt, casting Lorem an apologetic glance. ]
i lov it
she'd like to tell him that after what they saw, nothing else was going to unnerve her for a long, long while but. that'll require for her to talk.
so she opts to shake her head instead, letting him know she's fine. she'll then gently try to tug him towards the direction of where she sleeps at the campsite, recalling faintly that she made sure to bring a few extra clothes and rags for occasions like these. if he still needs one, she's happy to provide since he did the same for her. ]
\o/
He follows her to her spot, unsheathing Aettir so that it can shed light on the both of them. His own provisions are stashed a short distance away, as she had asked him to camp next to her - but first, he'll wait for her to tell him what she wants to do. ]
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once she's sure they're settled, she pulls out her device and after she slowly, slowly types out a message for him: ]
Thank you.
If you hadn't stepped in, I think I would have ended up dying. [ there was no way she would have been able to muffle or keep down any screams if the urge had hit her. ]
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Do you want a hug?
[ Part of the reason he was able to keep his composure was due to how she needed help to do so. His doubt tends to evaporate as soon as someone else needs assistance in doing the same thing. ]
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her resolve starts to break. just enough to show how badly shaken she is in the face of recent events. she finds herself unable to blink back the tears that start to well up in her eyes and start to streak down her cheeks, all she can do is nod her head wildly.
she presses a hand over her mouth to keep hiccups or sobs from escaping, nodding her head long after she's finished answering his question because she isn't sure what would happen if she stopped. ]
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He closes his eyes, willing his Echo to fade into his perception instead of his vision. The aura of despair around them is almost overpowering, but he forces himself to focus on what's closest to him. Sees her aura, her life force - while still burning steady, it flickers with darkness.
He doesn't yet understand how exactly his ability works, but he wills with his fervent hope that he could dispel the shadow, if only a little.
The mission that the Mothercrystal had given him - to bring light, above all else. Focus and pray; then perhaps she too will hear his answer. ]