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.

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[atailoftwoworlds]

I'm Zidane!

Okay, so is there anything else you need?

[bloodsugar]

--Eh?! Absolutely not!! I don't want to hear you say anything remotely like that, Esther--!! That's horrible!

You and the Sister are both really capable, and -- I'm sure she'd say the same thing! Having dependable people around here is definitely something anyone with a head on their shoulders can appreciate.

[gezellig]

[He knew he couldn't really win against Charles; what he's not entirely sure about is why the other isn't letting him go. So what if he didn't beat that thing and get past it? At least he'd tried.]

What if-- there could be something there--

[He'll stop moving as much when that familiar twist to his arm twinges painfully, feeling the pressure and the creaking in his shoulder -- he's still furious as he warns Charles between grit teeth.]

Don't.

[But that's the first time he's looked at Charles closely, and only now does he realize the other isn't doing so good. He'll look at the other's eyes and the way he's feeling for Ciel with his hand, then most of his anger promptly leaves his face, and he won't struggle anymore. There's a slight frown when he realizes he can't move his feet, and he'll look to Ciel with a sigh.]

. . . Fine. Let's leave already.

[encored]

[there's deep suspicion in his expression at that, but he trusts that Ciel, at the very least, has a better grip on the situation than he does. with both the gentle hand on his wrist and Holland's reluctant concession, he hesitates before quietly releasing his grip with a scowl. no broken arms today, it's a miracle!]

Don't try anything moronic. I know the urge might be strong, but I trust you'll be able to resist it for a few moments. [he'll take a few steps away from Holland after that to free up Ciel's access to him, pulling his hand from her to cross his arms over his chest.]

[soveryhuman]

The Doctor might? He's got a thing about technology and he's stuck here with the rest of us.

[spitefulvitae]

[It's almost impossible to tell what's going on, now. She can hear movement, hear something being tossed, hear a thunk and...]

...Scratch?

[She bumps into him, feels upwards, feels the handle of the axe, feels blood... and she panics. They've got him. He'll die. There's nothing she can do.... so she immediately disengages and starts to run blindly back in the direction that she came from, hoping that it'll mostly be the same.

Every creature for themselves in here. Sorry, Scratch.]

[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier gives the rope ahead of her a tug.]

The sound of the water is changing. Be careful.

[queen_of_swords]

Yes I am, I would never agree to that in my normal state.

[adventurerextraordinaire]

"Maybe you just like me?"

[Still playful.]

[ex_seventh238]

[Ciel'll watch passively as Panty turns her back on her and walks away. There's nothing else for her to say even if she could talk; she gave what warning she could, and already expressed everything she wanted to get across.

...

RE: it's her life. God knows if she'll make it out of here alive, and until that comes clear at the end...

Well, at least Ciel has done what she could.

After a few more seconds, she'll turn her back also to go back inside the Church.]

[ex_seventh238]

[That...

Catches her off-guard. Is it a talking... robot?

Her murderous aura subtly dissipates a bit (if machinery can even feel the tension in the atmosphere), a small frown drawing up on her previously expressionless face. She can't talk, so she can' respond, but she will slightly draw back and continue following it with her eyes. What is he... it?]

[ex_seventh238]

[no broken arms today, gold star for charles!!

...

The tension's dissipating at least, and that's good. Stepping aside also, she'll have one hand resting on the hilt of the key that held down Holland's shadow. After one concerned glance towards Charles, her eyes fall back on Holland's face. She's wearing a questioning frown, the message clear without any words needing to be said: is he truly calm now? Can she really free him, and he'll step back and leave this place with them out of his own free will? ...Granted, there's an edge of a warning in her expression too; she will use force to stop him again, on the off-chance that he does opt for doing something dumb despite all the warnings that he's already received. Either way...

She's ready to let him go now, if he's recovered enough of his senses to understand the situation in full.]

[charming_freckles]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Zidane! I'm Sue!

[She gets to her feet and brushes off her skirt.]

Thanks, but I'll be okay! You make sure that you take care out there, alright?

and then i lost a tag... u_u

[ex_seventh238]

[kind of

warily eyeing him now that she realized how happy he looks...

So she'll just dust her hand some more and slump her shoulders in an exaggerated manner. Gonna wave a hand dismissively too, WHATEVER... you can leave now babby bat, NOTHING ELSE TO SEE HERE!!]

[gezellig]

There's nothing moronic about it.

[While petulant, his tone definitely lacks the anger he had before; it was pretty much standard conversation with Charles, after all. Her hesitancy is understood and justified, but he's really not going to be going after the hazmat anymore.

. . . he might be a little concerned about Charles. Maybe.

He hadn't realized what exactly the gas had done; he won't until he tries to drink the water and can't taste it. His leg, however, was concerning; he couldn't really use it well, but he can definitely leave.]

it is easy to lose things in the event sea...

[encored]

[aww does that mean the fireworks are over... BUT THEY JUST STARTED... he looks disappointed for a fraction of a second before shrugging.]

Well, I'll be heading back to the church for the time being, then. Let me know if you need any further aid. [by which he means let him know if there's gonna be any more stuff violently broken, because he wants in... it's cathartic okay!!

but yep just gonna wave and skedaddle on outta here]

[encored]

[the concern isn't readily apparent to him, but the fact that things have more or less simmered to a "normal" level of conversation for them indicates to him that he doesn't have much to worry about now.]

Everything you just did was the definition of moronic, you massive, festering moron. [but his tone is lacking most of the direct threat now, back to being an above-average level of snappish. he'll move in the general direction of the mirrors they had busted through, subtly passing the back of his hand over his eyes once he's turned away from the other two. he's never encountered this kind of hazmat before, and can't even begin determining what other potential side effects there might be or how long the ones showing may last.]

i don't want to drown... ;_;

[ex_seventh238]

[charles no

She'll continue to stare at him and just nod at his announcement. No need to write anything; he knows she's not gonna go trigger happy with her magic, and she understood him just now.

Waving... back... Goodbye and see you later too, Charles. DON'T GET YOURSELF KILLED ETC, can't say it but she's thinking it. Totes standard Mayfield farewells, okay.]

[ex_seventh238]

[Giving a faint sigh that may be audible if the room was quiet, Ciel swipes away the Key into nothing with one quick movement of her hand: Holland can move again. She'll let the small orb hang though, they can use the light source.

She's also watched long enough to be able to tell that things between these two are back to usual, especially Charles. He's being rude, but Charles is generally rude and that's okay. Seems like Holland knows too and is used to it, that does actually make things somewhat more convenient...

But now there's two problems. Holland's leg, and Charles' pace. She's seen him more than enough times to know how he usually walks and carries himself, and just now? She doesn't catch him passing his hand over his eyes, but she does notice the lack of purpose and steadiness despite the fact that to most others, he'd just be sauntering over there normally.

Quickly glancing back at Holland, she'll get on hastily writing two notes on different pages. It'll take just a few seconds before she shoves the country with a slip reading the following:

Please wait.

She's then stepping up to catch up with the Chiropteran, and Charles will then feel a hand on his shoulder again. The grip still gentle but firm like the previous time: a quiet request for him to stop. She's got a note for him once he turns around.]

[spitefulvitae]

Mm, but this isn't your world, is it? It isn't either of our worlds. [She gives another little shrug. This really wasn't the point of the exercise, getting snippy about personal codes of belief...]

I'm as ready as I'll ever be. If you want to search... then we'll search.

[gezellig]

You're not going to get very far.

[This was to Charles; he'll do what Ciel asks without any complaint; however, he will lean against one of the broken mirrors to avoid putting weight on his leg. It steadily hurt, and was definitely worse than he imagined now that he's able to look at it.]

[encored]

I'm not the one who managed to get burnt. [he doesn't know if it was fire or acid or something else entire but wow, did it ever smell like ruined flesh. his tone is rather disdainful and he lifts his chin in a small display of haughty arrogance. yep, even now...

but he'll be stopping as soon as he feels Ciel's hand on his shoulder, turning his face from Holland to her. he can hear the faint crinkle of paper, and his nose wrinkles.]

This is going to prove itself problematic quickly.

[queen_of_swords]

[She rolls her eyes.]

I do consider you a friend, if that's what you mean.

[She starts to get slowly to her feet.]

Now, I think we should both get some rest, or something of the sort.

[atailoftwoworlds]

Heheh. You don't have to call me 'Mr'. I'm not that old yet. Just 'Zidane''s fine.

Well, at least you can stand! You sure you'll be okay, though?

[atailoftwoworlds]

The 'doctor'? Huh. Which doctor is that?