welcome to mayfield: day 3

[mayfield_mods]

[Those who wake up in the town on the third day will soon notice that something's definitely off. The cracks in the sky are appearing more frequently and lasting for minutes at a time, and there's a strange white fog drifting over the clouds.

For those who've just arrived, welcome to our new little town! We're sure you're glad to see your missing friends again; nothing to worry about here, they've just been too busy enjoying the upgraded carnival to go back home. Any bleeding limbs or serious wounds you may spot are obviously just a sign of how much fun they've been having.]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.

Comments

[forgottenmagia]

They enjoy hiding and coming out at night. [siiiigh.]

[jumpsinline]

Ohhhh.

[ She shuffles over to the steps and plops herself down. Really hard, too. There's no way that wouldn't have bruise her tailbone but, well, she doesn't feel it. Yoshika also can't feel how swollen her ankle is. ] I'll wait.

[forgottenmagia]

[The nun noticeably winces.]

Would you like me to bandage your ankle...? I'm afraid I only have the fabric of my dress to rip, but it would help stop the swelling a bit...

[jumpsinline]

Why? [ Yoshika looks down at her foot. ] ...oooh. [ Then she sighs. ] I hate stairs.

[ She reaaaally wishes Seiga was here to fix her. Seiga fixes everything! ] If you want. It doesn't hurt.

[truffulacide]

[he's following close behind, out of breath.]

Here he is - !

[...not moving evidently. Once-ler's eyes widen. oh no.]

Is he...? [he looks from Rin and Gakupo, helplessly. not gonna say the "d" word, nope nope.]

[kinship]

...that's her.

[He had hoped never to come in contact with her again. Ever.]

[kinship]

[He knows her nature and he'd be stupid to think she might not act on it, especially when things were so stressful.]

I think I'm more concerned with what the town might do at the moment.

[bloodsugar]

[a-ahh esther no that's so cute...]

Sister Ciel! I shouldn't be surprised...

She has a good head for crisis, doesn't she? The two of you make a good team!

[noluckduck]

Fff--

[Oh, yeah. She was trying not to swear in front of Cain, wasn't she? Even though he acts much older than he actually is.]

But... Y'know, I kinda got the impression she didn't get along all that well with the rest of the bigwigs.

[ex_seventh238]

[She shaker her head. One sec...

You don't have to thank me for that. Please relax and rest for now, then. It'll be okay, miss Rapunzel.

She's counting on the younger girl to look back up at her once she's done reading the note. She usually suggests with words, but with being unable to talk currently, getting the idea of the message through text will do as substitute. Subtly, the focus in her eyes will grow dull as the color gradually turns a shade paler.

Relax, and sleep.

That's the command. Even if it ends up not being as effective as Ciel might've liked, it should still be enough to have Rapunzel asleep within the next 10 minutes. Just making sure she DOES recover her strength resting; the last thing anyone needs is to be plagued with nightmares while they're out!]

[ex_seventh238]

[Charles won't be hitting a mirror.

No, he'll be colliding head first against something decidedly not hard or cold. The opposite, actually. There's no 'thud' either; did he run into someone?

...Well, the soft squeeze on his shoulder might be the answer. Charles may not be able to see what's going on, but Holland should be able to catch clear sight of Ciel, robed, throwing two Black Keys onto the ground towards the direction that they just came from. Cracking faintly with power, a faint blue line is then drawn between the two swords nailed to the floor: a binding spell, just in case whatever that was back there decides to give chase once more.

Frowning with concern, she's then going to look down towards Charles and then at Holland. Sucks to not being able to say anything, though her eyes will quickly fall back down to Holland's leg, noticing the irregular injury and already scanning it for some way to heal this.]

[gezellig]

[Now it was starting to hurt; it really really hurt, but he has had worse in his centuries of intermittent warfare. He'd died before. Her spell is confusing to him for the moment, and he'll turn and look at both Charles and Ciel, pulling against Charles' grip.]]

What are you doing? And who the hell are you, too?

[He's attempting to load his gun again.]

[encored]

[he has no doubt that he knows who this person is before he even manages to catch a scent or hear anything outside of the erratic heartbeat nearest to him. who else could it be?

but he's quickly distracted from trying to communicate with Ciel by Holland, and he'll pull back that handful of shirt he has with harsh force. not enough to injure, but definitely enough to warn. the fabric is released after that though, and he brushes his hands off.]

I'm preventing you from dying shamefully, but I will kill you myself if you continue to do stupid things. Do you understand?

[roadroller]

[Rin can't tell. He looks so still. So her mind is finishing it with 'dead' too... yikes. She can't stand it, so she just blurts out,]

N-No, he only passed out because it hurts! Right Gakupo? Look, he's still breathing. ♪

[she thinks anyway.]

[likes2havesex]

[Panty's response is shorter, letting her attitude get the best of her once again.]

Tch, Whatever.

[she hands the pad back and walks off, away from the church.]

[thepurpleway]

No, he's just unconscious. [He sets Luke down inside the church and checks for a pulse. Weak, but there.] Yeah, he's just passed out. He'll need to get treatment somehow since he lost a lot of blood. [And still losing blood, but not as much as before. He'll keep that part to himself.

Gakupo sits on the floor, tired from carrying a person and overall lack of food and water.]

[extraordinarily]

Huh?

[Haruhi whirls around before noticing Tachikoma.]

Probably! After all, with the ominous weather... it makes me want to investigate!

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[Rapunzel shudders, trying to focus purely on the bits of conversation most relevant to her and to healing the boy.]

I can't do anything for his loss of blood, but...

[She starts to wrap her hair around his injured hand.]

...I can stop it from bleeding further. [And she'd better do it fast...]

FlowergleamandglowletyourpowershinemaketheclockreversebringbackwhatoncewasminehealwashasbeenhurtchangetheFates'designsavewhathasbeenlostbringbackwhatoncewasmine...

[forgottenmagia]

It...doesn't? You legitimately cannot feel it?

[jumpsinline]

[ Shaking her head... which is still cocked at a bit of an angle. ] Miko said that's why I'm always injured. Because I don't knooow any better. [ Which is very true. ]

[ex_seventh238]

[Her eyes narrow. Not in annoyance, but in mild frustration. She may not know Holland, apart from seeing him around town a few times during both their stays, but she knows Charles. His words confirmed her suspicion, too: Holland almost got himself killed, and Charles is the one who pulled him back.

She's with him on that one. How to explain while she's mute however, that's gonna be the arduous part. The faint grimace on her face might tip Holland off. So...

Taking a few steps back, she'll gesture for them both to keep pulling away from... wherever they just came from. Her other hand's still on Charles' shoulder, not yanking forcefully but definitely urging him to keep retreating. Pull back. They don't seem to be getting followed, but it may still be best to make their way outside before taking the leisure to take a closer look at the injuries. She'll have time then to write out her words, too. So...

Hopefully Holland won't ask too many questions and be cooperative. The sooner they get out, the better.]

[railtracer]

True. But if this is all some sorta experiment they're pullin'...who knows.

[mayfield_mods]

[There's a flurry of movement in the shadows as something throws an ax out of the darkness, whirling towards Doc Scratch's head.]

[roadrolling]

[whoa she's singing and her hair is glowing.

if they ever get out of Mayfield, maybe they could ask Crypton about an upgrade...]

[gezellig]

[Perhaps the reason they're having the disagreement is because of a simple question of being human or not human . . . then again, Charles was hardly human.

But Holland has been hurt before. He's fought before, he's died before, at least, his body has died. He has no reason whatsoever to believe that if he did die, even here in Mayfield, that he wouldn't be back. Whether by the town's power, or the simple fact alone that he was not a human being, he would be back. He was a nation. It was impossible to really destroy him, even if Mayfield had taken his nation body from him, somehow.

At least, that's what he believes. Despite the pain in his leg being breath-taking, he'll take one last step towards the hazmat, pointing his gun at it in an angry gesture while he almost lectures the other two.]

I don't care what you'll do; there is no reason for me to leave yet! It doesn't want us to go past it, so that's where I have to go!

[He's actually looking angry; incredibly angry, not just sullen or irritated.]

I'm never doing anything this town wants me to again, and I'll use my own hands to tear it apart.

[And just because, he'll take aim and shoot the hazmat again, and again.]

--and then I'll do it again.