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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[likesottlyfab]

[It's not that hard to guess what happened from Lithuania's scream. Whipping back around, Poland fires his gun repeatedly at it. He hopes that'll slow down whatever the hell that thing was or at least distract it long enough that Latvia can either get up or Lithuania can just grab Latvia.]

[balzams]

[Latvia shrieks at the sight of the thing. In a blind panic he can't seem to get his legs to work right on the slippery floor, gaining too many false starts as he tries to run. As soon as Lithuania is close enough he grabs tightly onto his arm and doesn't let go]

[mayfield_mods]

[One of Lithuania's shots penetrates the eye socket of the face on the creature's torso, and its gibberings rise into high keening shrieks of pain and rage. Two of its flailing arms clamp down on Latvia's leg and begin to pull, with such force that his leg is in serious danger of being ripped off. Both Latvia and Lithuania are being dragged towards the tunnel- meanwhile, the other set of arms lunges to claw at Lithuania's face.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania jerks back on instinct, though he doesn't have much room to move given he's still got Latvia and would rather not have to deal with being partially responsible for ripping Latvia's leg off. His arm shoots up to protect his face--he'd rather have that clawed up, honestly.]

Cut those arms off, Lenkija!

[Of course that would require Poland getting close enough to grab Lithuania's sword off him and then do the cutting, but Lithuania's kind of busy.]

[likesottlyfab]

[Poland rushes back to help Lithuania and Latvia, once he realizes Lithuania was unable to get Latvia up in time. Knowing that he won't be able to swing with enough force to cut off the creature's arms without both hands, Poland discards his gun before taking the sword off Lithuania.

It'd been a long time since Poland wielded a sword in battle, but he'll raise the blade over his head and swing it down onto the creature's arms with as much force as he can physically manage. Hopefully it's enough to slice all the way through.]

[balzams]

[Latvia just sobs and cries as he tries to claw his way up Lithuania's arm. The force pulling at his leg is too strong and he swears he can feel the joint getting pulled out of it's socket. At least he was unconscious for the surgery, at least his previous death was quick and painless. With his eyes wide from fear he begs for his life]

Please! Oh God! Please help me!

[mayfield_mods]

[The grip of the creature is inhumanly strong; there is a snap as Latvia's leg is broken. Poland's sword strike lands not a moment after, and while it doesn't sever the arms it does cut down to the bone. Now all three faces are shrieking in fury and agony, and at last, the thing lets go of Latvia's leg, backing away into the darkness again.

A cacophony of howls identical to the ones the creature is making begin to reverberate from the tunnel, as the eyes seem to widen and draw closer...]

[vytis]

[Lithuania shifts to pick Latvia up--he heard that snap, there's no way Latvia is running on that--and takes off running at the same time. He doesn't waste any more energy shouting anything to Poland, as he's pretty sure Poland knows to run when he has the opportunity.]

[likesottlyfab]

[Poland takes a moment to yank on the sword and pull it out of the creature, before it manages to retreat back into the tunnel with it. He's pretty sure he'd never hear the end of it from Lithuania if he managed to lose it, you know assuming they didn't all die.

Catching a glance at the other sets of eyes starting to move forward in the tunnel, Poland hauls the sword over his shoulder and chases after Lithuania.]

Liet, this is all your fault!

[balzams]

[He felt the snap more than he heard it and let out a strained cry. At long last he felt the pressure released but it left him near paralysed. If Lithuania wasn't there he's be dead for sure. Clinging onto his shirt as tight as he can, burying his face he tries to block out the howls of the creature and Poland's complaints.

He could handle this, the pain was nothing he hadn't experienced before. Although it probably wasn't the pain that was upsetting]