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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[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre had landed awkwardly on her side, and was still working out which way was the sky and which was Remi when something knocked the breath out of her lungs. She made only the barest gurgling cry before hands clasped around her throat. She hadn't regained all of her vampiric traits yet; she still needed to breathe, and this triggered an immediate reaction in Flandre snapping her fangs and thrashing around.

Her escape impulses were muddled, now; she didn't immediately dissolve into mist like before. Instead she struggles and flails and rakes her claws against the arms, the back of the hands, the tendons, make it stop make it go away go away]

[badladyscramble]

[It took a moment to reorient herself, but Remilia immediately noticed the trouble her sister was in.]

You stay away from her!

[No more running. Not even heeding the stake still in her shoulder, Remilia, nails like claws, tore into the drone with a force that, if he were like a human, would either send him flying, or remove a good chunk of his side.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Send him flying, it did.

He skitters to the ground, barely coming to a stop before he's on his feet again and sprinting away.]

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre's claws came up empty, all of a sudden; slashing at empty space instead of where there had been hands squeezing her throat.

She couldn't do much more than gasp and wheeze for a bit; air, air, air. She would never take air for granted again, it felt like.]

[badladyscramble]

Flan, stay back!

[Remilia positions herself between her sister and their attacker, doing her best not to mind the fact that the sun was starting to roast her alive, smoke coming off her skin. Luckily though, it seemed the thing preferred retreat to another taste of her claws. Once she was sure it had run off, she turned to the little vampire, gathering her up again and taking her into the shade]

Are you alright? Is your throat okay?

[then_there_were_none]

[The smaller vampire starts to thrash again when she's picked up--only to realize it's her sister, not the...other thing. She calms down, though her wings drag a bit uselessly now and the cut's still oozing blood.

When she speaks, her voice is small and raspy.]

Why does breathing...hurt so much, Remi?

[Air didn't hurt, though. That could stay.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ And that is when a huge, heavy shadow passes over them both. An armored being, dragging a seemingly useless left leg behind it, using a huge, spiked sword as a sort of crutch in one hand whilst he holds a tremendous, boxy cannon in the other, looks down at them. ] Remilia and Flandre, yes? My name is Garviel Loken. Meiling has sent me to find and protect you.

[badladyscramble]

Oh, Flandre... [Remilia's worries were overtaken though at the booming voice behind them, and she immediately springs up again, jumping back away from the figure with a hiss.]

Meiling? How?

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre curls up with a raspy squeak when her sister moves so suddenly, only tentatively peeking her eyes open when she hears a familiar name.

Her voice is still small, and full of pauses.]

Meiling is...here?

[She doesn't recognize the shambling armored...thing. But it wasn't the other Thing from just before, so she uncurls just slightly.]

[captainofthe10th]

No. That is why I have been sent to help you both. [ He pauses, obviously physically pained by whatever damaged his leg. ]

Come on, if you can stand.

[badladyscramble]

[Remilia stands and helps Flandre to her feet, but keeps herself between her and Garviel, still clearly wary.]

You didn't answer my question. How did you speak with Meiling?

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre wobbles to her feet, almost as wary as her sister.

...but she still stands on her toes to peek over Remilia's shoulders anyway, rather than straining her throat more.]

[captainofthe10th]

The phone, it is semi-functional. [ He looks down at them calmly, no anger in his voice, more... exhaustion. ]

[badladyscramble]

I see... can you take me to them? I'd like to hear it myself.

[She... vaguely thinks she may have seen him around town but... TRUST, THERE IS NONE]

[ooc: we can just have the phones be too static-y by the time they reach them?]

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre's voice is still quiet, but a tad more confident.]

Only one...? Where is this, then?

((OOC: Works for me.))

[captainofthe10th]

((oooc And for me. )))

All right. Come with me then. [ He will limp away, towards one of the actually safe houses, dragging his left leg behind him, sort of hopping his way there, bolter held ready for trouble. ]

[badladyscramble]

[Remi's a little concerned by his injury, but still suspicious. In any case, she's more worried about her sister's wounds than anything, and keeps Flandre close by as they follow Garviel]

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre limps a little bit, whenever the cut on her shin twinges and reminds her that it exists, but she still stays clinging to her sister's arm.

Though speaking of:]

What happened to your leg?

[captainofthe10th]

I went into the wrong house. [ He shifts, scanning the middle distance for more targets. ]

[badladyscramble]

[Remilia keeps her sister close, mindful of her pace... her own injuries have since healed, especially when she remembered to pull out the stake. Once they find out whether Meiling really sent this man they could see to Flandre's injuries]

More attackers? Like that clown-thing that attacked us?

[then_there_were_none]

[The smaller vampire ducks her head a bit against her sister's side.]

There were people with...sharp things, in the place where all the mirrors were.

[She says this all slowly, but she gets there.]