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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote in [community profile] welcome_rpg2012-07-09 03:24 pm
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day 5

[The fifth day doesn't dawn at all. In fact, the sky simply isn't there anymore; the only thing visible if you look up is pure black nothing. Most of the carnival itself is no longer visible, having been blanketed by thick white fog; any attempt to enter said fog will result in your body rapidly disintegrating. The street at least still seems to be intact, but with no way out and the fog slowly creeping in, who knows how long that'll last?

Luckily, it seems like the cavalry has finally arrived.]

(OOC: This marks the last day of the event! Anyone who has won a prize from Mayfield's carnival will be able to access both Mayfield and this area through the funhouse, and will be able to take one person with them on each trip they make. If your character is not rescued by the end of the day, they will be disintegrated by the fog and will wake up the next morning in Mayfield with the standard revival effects. You are free to comment in this post regardless of whether your character signed up for the event.)
badladyscramble: (By the Scarlet Sea)

[personal profile] badladyscramble 2012-07-10 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[After escaping the church with Flandre, Remilia had headed for the place it had all started, where they'd come from and disappeared in: the funhouse. It looked to be in ruins now, but maybe that meant they could find a way out.]

Come on, Flandre, it's just a little farther.
then_there_were_none: (I can see forever)

[personal profile] then_there_were_none 2012-07-10 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Flandre was leaning on her sister so much she barely seemed to be walking on her own. Laevateinn had been recovered, and Flandre was using the staff as a kind of crutch as the lower end slithered along on the ground. Her shin had scabbed over and stopped hurting, but the cut that had severed some of the muscles that lifted her wings still hurt quite a bit, and made her wings droop still. It had been patched up now, but the bruises on her throat persisted. And she was tired, even though she had been resting better with Remilia there. And thirty all over again, though everything else going on had made that the least important thing.

The little vampire stopped at first, when she recognized where they were going. Digging in her feet for all the good that did; she was still dragged along regardless.

That's where the scary things are. Scary things with sharp things. They hurt...

[The wound in her back twinges a little, as if in emphasis.]
badladyscramble: (Considering)

[personal profile] badladyscramble 2012-07-10 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[It was painful, seeing her like this. The occasional sizzle of the sun aside, since herding Flandre and holding a parasol was a hard combination to manage, Remilia's wounds had all healed perfectly. Not being able to share that with the one who was really in pain though...]

We have to, Flan. It's the only clue we have.
then_there_were_none: (Kind of squished here)

[personal profile] then_there_were_none 2012-07-10 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Flandre resists a moment more--then sighs all at once, though her nose. Remi was right, of course. Her back hurt, but...Remi would keep her safe, too.

She leans her head against her sister's shoulder, closes her eyes for a moment--then peeks them back open again and starts walking, though hesitant at first. She doesn't say anything more, either, but at least she's not dragging her feet quite so much.
badladyscramble: (Semi Interest)

[personal profile] badladyscramble 2012-07-10 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Remilia wraps a protective wing around the little vampire, looking about cautiously for any approaching threats. It seemed there weren't any monsters... but the state of the area was worrying nonetheless.]

Almost there...
then_there_were_none: (just don't look too closely)

[personal profile] then_there_were_none 2012-07-10 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[The gesture encourages Flandre to pick up her pace, after a moment of trembling. She didn't have to look around much, even though the mirrors were all broken, just straight ahead. This wasn't the first time Remi had held her this way, with her wings and Flandre's back hurting.

But she hoped it would be the last.

Is there something there?

[The smaller vampire heard some distant noises. Or...not so distant, this place was strange.]
badladyscramble: (Red Serious)

[personal profile] badladyscramble 2012-07-10 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps. Stay close to me. I'll protect you.

[Now she really wished she had her magic. Remilia had thought she'd been strong enough to protect her family, but just brute strength alone made it hard to actually keep her safe and fight at the same time...]
then_there_were_none: (oh shit that's a HAND)

[personal profile] then_there_were_none 2012-07-11 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Flandre couldn't help but stiffen when they passed through an intersection of hallways--just like the one she had gone through when the voices hurt her.

She was torn between digging her heels in and rushing ahead, this time.

Remi, Remi--here! The things were here, the hurting things.
badladyscramble: (Caught Her Eye)

[personal profile] badladyscramble 2012-07-11 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
The hurting things?

[She looks around, not seeing anything... They must have been whatever had spooked Flan into hiding as a bat before she'd found her.]

Well, I'm here this time. I won't let them get to you.