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Spirit Albarn ([personal profile] daddyscythe) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2012-06-15 11:39 pm

[OPEN]

Characters: OPEN
Location: Outskirts of Nevada
Rating: PG
Time: All day, Feb 27
Description: Shibusen offers a field trip to acclimate the guests to the Madness wavelength.


It's a perfectly pleasant day for the most part, if one is to look at the sky and maybe the horizon. For the attendees of the fieldtrip, however, things are naturally a lot more grim, if also lot more colorful. There are understandably no civilians in the area -- or any other signs of life apart from the group.

As promised, the location is extensively arranged to cordon off various areas of the place where Madness spikes have been identified. They are all properly labeled, both with text and visuals, and discreet agents kept an eye on all corners of the large field. The mirror by which the guest will come in is set in a corner, with some food provided next to it.

People are free to come and go, though the other end leads to the clinic instead of the Death Room. The rules are simple: venture into a level you think you can handle, and if you can't, someone will help.

In the afternoon, a light rain will come to add some variety to the endless desert. Make sure to take shelter in the open tents provided to protect you from the elements!

[ooc: Just put in open tags in the comments, [Character Name | Open/Close | Area/sort of madness targeted/whatever marker you want].

Plotting and information post was here.]
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[personal profile] unfinishedstory 2012-06-24 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"You're blushing~" Clare's voice had changed slightly, less quiet and doubtful, "You know under the rough tomboy thing you could be really cute if you tried. Or handsome, whichever." Probably not the right thing to say but now Clare was just being a tease.

"I know what your name is, I'm just wondering why you're dressing like a boy. Are you just a crossdresser or do you really feel you're a guy up here," Clare pointed to her head, "or is it here?" Then to her heart. Adam said it was in his mind, when he thought of himself he wasn't a girl. Which Clare accepted, but then thought it might be something you feel too, which makes it a heart matter. Not that that makes much difference, it's who Adam is.

Clare softened as she spoke, teasing less as the exchange calmed, "Maybe we should talk where we're both more sane? I dunno, I'm fine here but you might wanna be in more control." He did take a while to calm down, a boring while she might add. She looked a bit bored and detached as they got further from the sparking moment.
wildest: sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ☑ ɪᴛᴜᴋᴀ (GET OUT OF HERE STALKER)

[personal profile] wildest 2012-06-24 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
She was a smart goddess wolf, she would have been able to figure something out communication-wise. But that didn't really matter at that point because Kotetsu was still focused on doing one thing and one thing only, and that was making sure his partner was taken care of. Of course he paid no mind to anything he said and merely tried to scoot around to his other side in order to get a better look at his arm, expression falling even more at the slashes on his sleeve and the deep cuts, still bleeding.

"How is this fine?! It's not fine you idiot!" He jerked his head up and pinned Barnaby down with anxious eyes, wanting to do nothing but apologize for what had happened because he knew he'd been the one to do this, but with Ammy around... ah, that's right. He looked back over at her, reading the message she had given to them.

"How long will it take? The kit and the medic? If the medic'll take too long then just get the kit, I can wrap up his arm no problem, I'll even take him through the mirror to get better help-- I've got enough experience to stop the bleeding so don't worry about asking for too much if it'll take too long." His words were steadily growing frantic as his concern grew. He did this to Barnaby, so he should handle it. It was his fault.
sentiments: (Forget Paris)

[personal profile] sentiments 2012-06-24 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
No, Barnaby was quite certain he was fine. But it seemed like his protest had fallen on deaf ears with Amaterasu, and Kotetsu was quick to ignore it. From the amount of blood he had already lost and how much was still bleeding--which wasn't too much, but it wasn't much of a paperclip, either--he was sure they needed to just wrap this up quickly. And the sooner the better, really.

But medics just felt like overkill. Being fussed over was excessive, especially with this mysterious wound. Just shaking his head--a horrible idea, since the motion made him slightly woozy--he ripped part of the tattered shirt away, using both his spare hand and his teeth to pull a strip from the bloodied cloth. Then, he tied it at his elbow. Cutting off the flow would cut off much of the bleeding. And with the rest of the ruined cloth, he laid it over the wound and placed a hand over it for pressure.

"It's fine," he repeated. "If the medics are busy, I should be alright until we return home, at least." Sighing, his hand just tightened against the wound. "I don't think it's that bad. It doesn't seem deep or overly damaging."
Edited (gdit dreamwidth I wasn't finished typing!) 2012-06-24 06:37 (UTC)
motherofthesun: (Who are you again?)

[personal profile] motherofthesun 2012-06-24 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
You shouldn't use cloth covered in sand to tie up a wound!

She hung her head slightly, looking troubled. Oh well, a medic would come sprightly enough to disinfect and re-bandage it. She pawed several times at her muzzle before pushing her communicator back into the confines of her over fluffed fur.

Now Kotetsu was freaking out again. She stepped forward and gave him a hard nudge. Enough now. What's done is done and if he didn't stop she would have to lay on him.
Edited 2012-06-24 06:53 (UTC)
kuramaless: (serious)

[personal profile] kuramaless 2012-06-24 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Only a little!?

"Yeah. Well, this guy invaded my village? I took him out on my own, and er-- oh, right yeah there's this nine tailed demon, yeah? He's like, supposed to be all evil and stuff, but I got control of him now."

He stares for a while, as if considering whether it's a good idea to continue or not-- nothing he says here should have too much standing anywhere else... right?

"There's this waterfall, back home. Where you have to meditate in front of it, right? Then you have to face your dark side. I reckon it's kinda like this, yanno? Stayin' in control and not letting those things make ya crazy."
kuramaless: (that's not good news.)

[personal profile] kuramaless 2012-06-24 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He managed to pick up on the tension, and although he was hell bent on finding someone to face the madness with him he was pretty sure he could manage without it being someone who didn't really want him around. He didn't particularly want to get into any arguments, but sometimes people just needed a little prod or something, and this guy had looked so keen to get on with it.

"Oi, it's true yanno. You can't do this stuff alone, s'what everyone's sayin'." He muttered, watching as Sephiroth spoke, lips pressing together.

[personal profile] halfcow 2012-06-24 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck you!! [Ryoki screams, again trying to get free from Gamzee, and fighting to push him away]
wildest: sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ☑ ɪᴛᴜᴋᴀ (we should probably leave)

[personal profile] wildest 2012-06-24 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
A simple fine wasn't going to be good enough for him, and Ammy's comment about his temporary treatment for the wound only made him want to berate and fret over him more, but before he could get out another word he felt himself pushed, as if Ammy was trying to convince him to stop.

He'd wanted to explain himself, whine about how they were partners and this was just something he needed to do, that he could handle it on his own... except... he'd be arguing with Amaterasu. As terrible as Kotetsu was about knowing when not to argue when he was clearly in the wrong, he at least knew that you do not start trouble for the goddess of just about everything that exists, and so with a huff and a small pout, he finally backed off.

"Okay, I get it, I'll stop. ...just, make sure he doesn't make himself worse." He nodded his head over toward Barnaby. "This guy's a lot to deal with when he gets this stubborn."

[personal profile] pmsgargoyle 2012-06-24 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Demona didn't lose her time trying to figure out Barnaby's defense because she was simply too blinded by hatred and madness to pay attention to it. The Gargoyle rushed towards him, but like all Gargoyles run, she threw herself to the ground, running on all fours to her target.

When close enough, she swung her body, hoping to attack from under, while a hand with sharp claws raised in order to slash at the man's face if she could. Demona's wings also helped, spreading so he could protect her back, and her tail kept balance so the female wouldn't fall during her attack.
topgun_textiles: (Shit shit shit)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2012-06-24 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
When Loki's upper body moved, Kanji was momentarily confused. What the hell was this guy up to--

Then a sharp pain as the other boy sunk his teeth into his arm. In his eyes, a black smoke oozed from Loki's mouth, and his eyes had begun to burn a bright and disturbing yellow. Gray eyes widened a little. It all made sense now...!

Giving a grunt of surprise and pain, Kanji swung a fist to repeatedly beat this kid away from him, off of his arm, solid strikes aimed for the head. He was breaking skin, damn it...!
topgun_textiles: (RENOVATE YOUR ASS!)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2012-06-24 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
To any outside viewers, Kanji stood with the gunblade in one hand, the other holding a shaking hand to that scar. He needed to keep the wound shut, keep it from bleeding so much...

...Inside he ran, moving from room to room as he felt his clothes sticking to him, the humidity so thick he could hardly breathe. Door after door was thrown open as he tried to look for a way out, look for somebody, anybody... why the hell did they leave him here!? This wasn't funny!

He felt teeth clamping down on his arm, chewing, and the sound of cracking glass filled his ears. Tifa's pained voice insisted she was okay, she was fine... no, she was breaking, she was breaking, she shouldn't have put on such a brave face damn it! He grit his teeth and grabbed a dark, shadowy muzzle, and forcibly tore it open to free her... his arm was bleeding and mangled, but it didn't matter, he just had to--

Then a scream rattled through the air, caused him to start. His hand emptied, and he looked at his arm. Tifa was gone, the monster was gone...

What?

Kanji shook his head to try and clear it, and kicked down the next door to reveal a very distorted landscape, part Death City and part nowhere at all, the walls painted with blood. There had been a struggle here, fresh atop aged and dried arterial fluid, and Kanji felt his stomach churn. Whoever let out that much was a goner.

But he looked ahead. There was a figure in a familiar cheap, clean suit, a messy head of hair, hunched in a stance he recognized. Kanji knew that guy, he knew that back-stabbing bastard! His legs moved before he realized, hands balling into fists. He didn't know who or what he was standing over, but he was going to tear this guy apart!

Upon closer look, the guy had earned a rather monstrous appearance from his 'activities', but that didn't matter. Adachi still had a cranium, and with a roar Kanji slammed a fist right into it. He'd been waiting a loooong time for this...

pishirogane: Art by: Konomu0522 (They won't stop)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2012-06-24 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Except he didn't hit anything. The fist phased through and Adachi just glanced back and smirked before fading, the yellow eyes being the last thing to go.

Naoto had long since been released and trembled on the ground, hands shaking, unsure of which wound to hold and considering if either mattered. Adachi hadn't killed her. His moves had been deliberate and precise. Cover her eyes all she wanted, they wouldn't be restored; attempt to stem the bleeding in her stomach, it wouldn't prepare the veins and arteries he hit exactly to cause a slow and painful death like this.

What could she do now? It was perpetually black. Everyone... everything was gone, washed over by agonizing pain and fear. One of her hands clawed at the blood-stained earth, the few tears she could manage mingling with the red running from her face already. She let out a ragged sob.
topgun_textiles: ([Shades] ...Damn...)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2012-06-24 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
That satisfying feeling of connecting, throwing his weight into the punch was denied. That momentary confusion that colored his face turned to rage as he watched that man look back and smirk, then fade away. He... he wasn't real?

No, of course not. He wasn't real in the TV world until they delved into the depths of Magatsu Inaba, either. Bastard was crafty, and Kanji hated that.

He looked down, saw a fallen figure in his one unstained eye, and felt cold. Felt numb. No. No. No-no-no-no-no--

Kanji tried to say her name, but all that came out was a choked sound as he suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. He moved quickly, dropping to his knees as he gathered her up the best he could to just hold her. She was bleeding... sh-she was bleeding so goddamn much! Megumi. Where was Megumi!? He needed her right now, more than ever. He'll give every bit of his soul's energy if he had to!

Normally he'd be so nervous to hold her like this. But right now, right here, as he gasped for breath and tried to say something, anything at all, all he could think about was pulling her back. ...Pulling her back?

"...Naoto..." He was shaking. Damn it, he shouldn't be so shaky right now. He brought a bloodied arm up and touched her cheek. Something about this felt wrong.

"N-Naoto! Y-you can hear me, can'tcha!? Just... just hang on, okay!?" Please? Please. He can't do this without you.
Edited 2012-06-24 18:16 (UTC)
pishirogane: (Ahem...)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2012-06-24 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It took much too long for her to comprehend the voice and recognize who it was. And when she did, the gravity of the situation just increased. He was holding her oddly, but she couldn't complain. It had all suddenly felt numb. Her soul strength was diminishing the further the Madness swallowed her. She felt like she was drowning.

"K-Kanji-kun..." Her voice was a low hiss; it was difficult to speak. He was above her. No? He was much closer? Something was wrong, but her she was losing the fight. She raised a hand, her fingers trembling as she tried to reach him. "I don't... I don't want to die here."

Who would tell her Grampa? Who would be there for him? Oh god, their family was going to die out. She failed him, she failed her name... she failed everything.
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[personal profile] draculabackwards 2012-06-24 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you run with wolves or dogs in your homeland?"

Alucard knelt down to look at the dogs and to offer scent if necessary. He wasn't sure if they would be able to sense the power of the wolf he could become, restrained as it was while he was here.
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[personal profile] draculabackwards 2012-06-24 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
A nine-tailed demon?

"Well, that does sound as though you have a lot of dealings with powerful enemies. Madness is different. It's sometimes not even a side. It can be a voice or an impulse to do something."
kuramaless: (abuh?)

[personal profile] kuramaless 2012-06-24 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
That's all he's saying.

"Oh..." That information is a little different from what he'd heard, or at least his interpretation had been a little off. Which was about the time when he started to think about what he'd been told. Impulses, yeah he'd be the first to admit he was a little impulsive. Sometimes.

"Er-- Like, say-- if you wanted to eat somethin'?"
topgun_textiles: ([Shades] ...Try me.)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2012-06-24 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
His breath caught in his throat when she spoke, and he swallowed down that lump. A man can cry if he wants to, but he wasn't about to quit and mourn just yet. She raised her hand and he caught it, held on.

"...You won't. I'm gonna get some help." His voice sounded shaky. The SOS function... all communicators had it, right? Either he could call Megumi, or submit the frequency, whichever was quickest. He pulled his communicator from his pocket, and tried to turn it on.

When the mirror only cracked with every time he touched it, he felt his heart begin to sink. When did it break... HOW could he break it? The thing was indestructible. It didn't make sense!

He threw the useless thing aside and looked down. Soul resonance. The soul was the core, wasn't it? Maybe if he tried resonating with her, gave her some part of him, she'd be stable enough to have him take her to safety. It was a long shot, but right now, it was all he had. A Meister could resonate with the Weapon when they were transformed... but could they do it as humans, too?

Kanji had to try. He brushed some dark blue hair from her face, hoped he hadn't just lost her, and held her hand tight as he lay his forehead to hers and focused. Come on, come on...!
sentiments: (City of Angels)

[personal profile] sentiments 2012-06-24 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Leaning over to read the line, Barnaby sighed and slowly pulled the cloth back. He honestly hadn't remembered the sand, and he hadn't even considered it would have gotten into the wound. That was careless of him. And with Kotetsu panicking next to him--Barnaby wasn't really sure why he was worrying so hard; they've been injured on the job before. This was nothing new, even for this world.

"I am not," he muttered, but it really did seem pointless at this point. He decided to just stop bothering with trying to do anything to his arm on his own; he'd need water or disinfectant to take care of it properly. But they honestly didn't need to bother a medic with it. He just leaned against Kotetsu, dropping his head on his shoulder. That woozy feeling was taking a bit of time to pass.

"Miss Amaterasu, Old man, I won't touch it. But I can make it to the mirror just fine. We don't need to force a medic over here; I can just go to where they're stationed."
pishirogane: ([S!Naoto] I can't hear you)

[personal profile] pishirogane 2012-06-24 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, she couldn't pull out her communicator either. She had long since lost it during the turmoil. It was probably buried in the sand beyond their current vicinity. Her fingers curled weakly around his hand, trying to squeeze, but she couldn't. At least he was warm in contrast. The darkness's hold could be so cold.

"I'm sorry... Kanji-kun, I'm s-so sorry."

She doubted she would make it. It was impossible considering what had been damaged. She was still bleeding out in his arms and staining his clothes. Maybe she was in physical pain, but knowing him, he was in emotional anguish. Why did it have to be this--?

There was a sharp inhale before she let out a choked cough against his cheek. It felt like she was spitting out water, forcing something out that was attempting to creep into her lungs. Her soul shook and let out a stronger pulse.
draculabackwards: (mean stare)

[personal profile] draculabackwards 2012-06-24 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sort of. The madness affects everyone differently. It could tell you that you should kill someone, hurt other things or...tell you are are not needed so you shouldn't exist anymore."

Try to guess which one Alucard falls prey to the most. Just try.
sentiments: (Truly; Madly; Deeply)

[personal profile] sentiments 2012-06-24 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
A double attack? Heading from below with a hand raised above, Barnaby wasn't quite sure how well he would do to avoid both attacks. Well, the face was more important, honestly, so he lifted one hand to block the claw first, planning on letting his arm get in the way of that.

But from her swinging herself underneath him, there really was no proper defense on that. Taking the hit, he was flung back, but he managed to roll himself back to his feet after he hit the sandy ground. He didn't attack just yet, surveying what he had just been challenged by: Wings, a tail, claws... Definitely not a fight he's had before, but he was definitely up for this challenge.
topgun_textiles: ([Shades] Opportunity Sought)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2012-06-24 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
His heart clenched with her apology. He silently bid her to hang on for just a little bit longer, he'd get them out of here... he had to! He couldn't even think of the alternative, of what would happen if he failed.

He'd failed Yosuke. There was no way in hell he'd fail her, too.

Nearly submerged in the mire, the gray soul fired a spark, and that black claw's iron grip twitched and shuddered, shocked. The sinking stopped.

Kanji finally felt like he could breathe, and it seemed to be the same for her too. He remained still, pouring more focus into reaching in the dark than he'd done in anything else in his life. God, he hoped this was working...

The claw tried to tighten its grip, and that was when it was assaulted by those gold sparks, relentless pulses of electricity loosening those thin, awful fingers, pulling away from him. He felt that pain in his scar subside, and felt as sight was restored to that eye.

The laughter of countless male and female peers continued to ring in his ears as - there. There it was. He 'felt' something blue... something dark, yet light on the other end of a hair-thin tether of resonance that still connected them, stained with something akin to ink.

Kanji tried to push himself up and out of the muck, stretching as far as he could to reach her.
Edited (hurfff i spel gud) 2012-06-24 20:32 (UTC)
kuramaless: (abuh?)

[personal profile] kuramaless 2012-06-24 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, right." He stared at Alucard blankly for a few moments, reaching a hand up to ruffle the back of his head.

"Oi, I didn't know any of that stuff. So, you been like-- in it before? The madness stuff?"
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[personal profile] thehonking 2012-06-24 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gamzee's eyes dart from one side to the other briefly, as if making sure no one was watching him.

Then he lets go of Ryoki with one hand long enough to pap the boy on the cheek.]


Shhhhh.

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