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[daddyscythe]

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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[sentiments]

Just the dragging and shuffling of feet and moving kept urging Barnaby forward. He wasn't sure where, not just yet--no, his mind was still trying to register things, still too lost to the madness to fully comprehend his surroundings just yet. But it was getting weaker, less sharp. He couldn't smell the smoke, he could only smell outdoors, feel the sun on his face, but... The flames and Ouroboros and the gun--

And then the tugging of his soul. He paused for a moment, his feet coming to a stop as his hands felt the heavy weights pressed against them. He was quick to grab hold. Catching Kotetsu's weapon form had turned into reflexes by now, reflexes that definitely came in handy for times like this. Holding the claws, he found himself looking forward, trying to take in his surroundings. A dark cloud threatened to overtake everything, an indescribable force trying to shout over the sound. But there was Kotetsu's voice.

Go. Go meant run. Barnaby wasn't sure why, but he could ask later. Tightening his hands, he ran forward, eyes scanning the area for any possible enemies. They were going to fight, weren't they? Some enemy, possible invisible, maybe not-- Or... They weren't.

Barnaby had brought them straight into the safe zone, and as all the sounds and thoughts and noises began to slide away, he stared down at the claws.

"...old man...?"

[wildest]

A little longer, he had to stay strong for them just a little longer. He could feel their resonance faltering for every step that Barnaby took but it was only expected of the infinite stubbornness that Kotetsu held, for him to try and hold out until he knew they were well into the safe zone. The only thing left of the Madness was faint, distant echoes, but they had done their damage and he knew that once they were in the clear he'd barely be able to keep himself upright, and once they finally made it out of low and to one of the safe areas he wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the floor and rest.

But he couldn't, not yet, because he'd hurt Barnaby and he needed to be taken care of and... and he must be so tired... he needed help, he still needed to help him, he... once Barnaby's voice finally came through, that nickname he didn't think he'd ever be so happy to hear, Kotetsu changed back and stood in front of his partner, looking like he'd gone through hell and back.

"Y-yeah, old man... I'm... Bunny, are you... o... kay..." His words faltered as he drifted in and out of consciousnesses, and when he reached forward to set a hand on his partner's shoulder he hesitated because he was afraid of hurting him again. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't hurt him ever again, and so he leaned forward, resting his head on his partner's shoulder, hands weakly grasping onto Barnaby's arms to try and keep himself upright. "We're... done..."

They sure were going to feel terrible tomorrow.