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Otherworld Log

Who: Anyone & Everyone
What: Open Log for those who want to participate in the Otherworld Player Plot (though you're free to use the player plot in your own logs)
When: December's Log
Where: All over Trench (and ever a ways outside of it)

It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, whether or not you're among friends or strangers, it comes for you: the fog. It rolls in so thick it muffles every sound and obscures your vision until you can see nothing but white. And then the siren begins to sound, a split-second of warning before darkness begins to descend upon you and swallow the world. You can feel the change in the air, the hairs on the back of your neck raising up, and can taste it on your lips. It tastes like rust and rot and ash.

Should you be lucky enough to have a light upon you, or see in the dark, you get to witness the world shift and corrupt right before your very eyes. Everything you see begins to fall apart. The paint on the walls chips and cracks and yellows. The wallpaper peels up, floating upward before it dissolves into nothing, revealing the bones of buildings. The carpet or the wood beneath your feet rots away and it doesn't matter what once was hidden beneath those layers, what lies beneath now is grated flooring, old tiles, battered cement, or just sheets or rusted metal. It's over in seconds and the darkness lifts and you're confronted with a Trench you've never seen before. A Trench that's been devoured and tainted.

Some may open their eyes to this place alone, others with friends or strangers by their side, but it doesn't matter who you're with, what matters is how you're going to find your way back to the Trench you know.

Exploration will prove dangerous and difficult. This Other Trench has fallen apart. The streets you're familiar with may have collapsed, forcing you to find another way around, and the buildings and shops and homes you're used to may prove impassable, doors locked or jammed or somehow blocked. Home won't be home now and might not be safe. It's the monsters, though, that make this world dangerous. They roam the streets and haunt the buildings and are drawn to every little sound you might make.

Walk fast, move quietly, and you may very well get through this.

Welcome to your Otherworld.

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The world around Taro warps and twists, and it's shocking enough that he nearly drops his disguise. He was just going to the store for some damn food and now... well. Everything's foggy and - shit, is that a siren? Nothing makes sense anymore and the world goes dark and when it lifts he can see that things have... changed. He huffs in annoyance that he's not carrying a light and starts walking. He's not going to get out of this horror hell just by staying still.

enemies (cw: body horror, loss)

As he wanders down the street he sees the area in front of him light up. They're blue orbs that giggle - high pitched and childlike. He scowls and moves to bat them away, but they scream and send a shock of some kind of energy all down his body. He jerks back and curses, holding his hand. At least there's no visible damage to him, though underneath... he's got some slightly singed fur.

Continuing on he spots some rats and starts following them, even though they're bloated and smell terrible. Rats usually know where food and hidey-holes are... but all he's finding are more burned-out buildings. They look kind of like... a bomb hit them...

Oh.

He growls and kicks a rock before continuing on his way, trying to avoid anything in the empty streets. But he's no good at combat - hopefully someone else can help him out with that.

safety

The butterflies make him frown, but he heads into the room regardless. He sighs in relief as he looks around and... huh. It looks like a very poor child's bedroom. It almost looks like...

"Is this from my old house?" They never had much after they moved to America, even after they managed to snag a newish home. But this room... there's two beds. Taro sits down on one of them and puts his head in his hands. He can't do this. He can't deal with this place throwing his past into his face.

He's so tired of this. It almost makes him want to turn back into his normal form... it's taking a lot of energy to keep up this form. He's nearing the end of his rope and he's just exhausted and sad.

He just wants to go home. Home home, not Trench home. But that's impossible... as this place keeps reminding him.

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Sharon wanders the streets, paying careful attention to her surroundings, a gun on her hip and a spear on her back. The last time she wandered the streets of the Otherworld, she'd been a terrified girl, buoyed forward only by the desire to protect the only person she had in her life. Now, she walked the streets with a strange calm and confidence. They were her streets, no matter how changed they were, and she brought this to life.

She spots Taro as he kicks a rock down the street and she wants to shout at him, warn him. Guilt burrows in her chest

"Fuck," she mumbles under her breath before she jogs towards him.

"Taro," she whispers as loudly as she dares, "Hey!"

[ Exploration, Monsters, and a Horrible Hospital ]

[ Plotting comment here! ]

He's glad to see a familiar face through the gloom and he rushes towards her, running past a rat with a... is that a humanoid face on it? Maybe he's just seeing things. Maybe he's just imagining all of this. Maybe it's a dream.

But dream or not he's not getting through this without help. He notes the gun on her hip and frowns, but... it's not totally out of line. "This isn't going to be one of those movies where you shoot the monster and then you realize you shot your friend, is it?" He's joking, but also not - he'd rather not deal with that kind of trauma right now. Or ever, really! But also not right now.

There's a scrape and a moaning noise in tri-part harmony, as something humanoid wtarts to walk towards them out of the darkness.

Sharon can see the relief in the way he holds his shoulders and in the way he crosses the distance between them. It's a shame he got pulled in. She's gone out of her way to not pick & choose who gets drawn in but a part of her is berating herself. She fucking should have.

"Let's hope not. I've got enough guilt, I don't need this fucked up place giving me anymore," she tells him grimly, watching as one of the rats scurries into the shadows, wary and ready.

The sound that echoes out from the darkness has her putting herself between Taro and the creature. She pulls out her gun, holding it down as she looks back at Taro, her voice kept low and serious, "We need to go. I don't know if we want to fuck with whatever that is."

"Do you know this place?" She's putting herself in danger. For him. He frowns and puts a hand on her shoulder. "You don't need to protect me. I'm... I'm the one who should be protecting you." He could, really - in some ways, at least. But the idea of her getting hurt...

It's weirdly upsetting. He shouldn't get attached to humans - he knows their lives are short. But damn it if Sharon hasn't made an impression on him.

The scraping gets louder, and Taro's eyes widen as he spots the three shapes - humanish, but somehow twisted. Their eyes are wide and empty, their dry skin pulled taut over bone without muscles. Their sharp features are decayed and rotted, bits falling off. They reach towards the pair, the younger one making a sound something like... crying?

They moan together, the voices more distinct. A man, a woman, and a child. Taro freezes and stares at them, eyes wide and terrified. Is this... this is the kind of horror movie that digs up your own sins, isn't it? His grip on Sharo's shoulder tightens.

"They'll kill you." He's not sure how he knows that, but he does. "It's... it's me they want. They want me back..."

"Don't be stupid, Taro," she says with a surprising amount of calm as she looks back at him and flicks the safety off her weapon. She knows he prefers to run rather than engage and she doesn't hold it again him. In fact, she gets it but that's not how she operates.

Plus, this is her fault. Whatever he has to deal with here, she has to deal with here.

The trio stumble into view, crying and groaning and reaching out like they were desperate to embrace the man she keeps firmly behind her. His grip on her shoulder tightens and she knows this is a horror made for him from him. This is his monster. His past. She roughly shakes her head.

"They'll kill you, too," she says roughly, raising her pistol to take aim at the trio, "Who cares if it's you they want, they're not getting you as long as I'm here. Got it?"

"I... I know who they are. Or... are supposed to be." He lets out a small sigh. "I don't know why this is happening, but..." He lets go of her shoulder and looks over at them.

He doesn't want to be near them, but... his family. The one he lost... no. The one he abandoned. He flinches and turns away from them, even though... damn, it hurts so badly. "... Don't shoot them. They don't... they don't deserve it."

He needs to leave, even though he doesn't want to. "... They're victims. Not monsters. Not... not monsters like they're being shown here. They were good people."

"That's not them," She says firmly. Still, she lowers the gun but keeps it at the ready. The creatures are still shambling toward them, all moans and groans, and she can see that they're based on people: a family. It almost sends a shiver running down her spine.

"Listen, if you don't want me to kill them, we've gotta go," she takes a step back, then another, torn on what she should do, and then turns from the creatures. The cries of the child burrow under her skin and remind her of the grey children: the burning ones. She swallows back more guilt, "If we stay, we fight."

And she will kill them. She'll do what needs to be done to protect them both. Even if it hurts him to do so.

"I know." There's a pain in his throat, but he pushes through it. "Come on." He glances around at their options - burned out store, burned out store... no sense in believing that any of them connect conveniently, so the road it is. He grabs her arm and pulls her the direction he was walking anyway, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore -

There's the giggling of children again and he grits his teeth. "I screwed that up one time and you're punishing me for it? ... Guess I deserve it, but still. Fuck off." Yes, he was weak. He figured the person was already dead so they weren't using it... it's not as if the guilt didn't nearly cause him to break.

But that's not an excuse, is it? Not even slightly. He bats away a glowing ball, the giggling growing closer, and -

"Motherfucker that hurts!" He holds his hand, and for a moment the image of Taro flickers between a person and... well. A small fuzzy creature. "Leave me alone, fucking damn it!" He stomps his foot - paw - foot and keeps going down the street.

Wandering the Streets

It had seemed especially snowy this day. Luz had dressed warmly for it, and was busily planning for the bookstore, when the fog came in. Luz squinted, not expecting something so thick, and then it becomes so bad she can't see. She lets out a huff and is about to jump onto her staff when she hears it. It's enough to make her blood run cold, because she knows she'd heard it before.

The siren. The deafening noise to let her know a change was happening.

Sure enough, Luz activates her light glyph and where there was regular city streets was now rusted, decayed buildings, looking as if they had not been used in years. Worst, she could see red in spots, like dried blood. It would remind her of the factory, but Luz knew better than that. This was somewhere else entirely.

She was, somehow, in Silent Hill.

First Encounter

Luz scrambled around for something, anything familiar, but was also pretty sure she needed to be quiet. She had seen some of the monsters that Rose had encountered, and she didn't want to alert any of them to her presence. She mounted her staff and looked around, desperate to find someone, anyone.

At first, she thought she found someone too. There was a person in the distance, and Luz called out.

"Hey. Hey! Are you ok? Are you...lost..."

The person was hurrying toward her, and now Luz was alerted that maybe she might have spoken too soon. Their run was hobbled, and now, close up, Luz could see the weakened muscle mass, all joints jumbled together, gray and decayed with hollowed eyes.

Luz turned to run and heard a shriek from her pursuer that made her blood run cold. It was like a strangled bird, but the sound was piercing too, and now she could hear the rumblings of other creatures too.

Luz was glad for Eda's staff, because on foot this was terrifying.

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She didn't know how long she'd been wandering at this point. Her hair was full of soot, her arms and legs scraped up, and it seemed like every time she had settled down, those stupid banshee things were shouting her position. Her whole body was tensed up, her heart beating fast, and she was scrambling for a place to hide.

She'd long abandoned the idea of a building and had gone for the woods, hoping that she would be able to lose anything that could find her. She was doing her best to stammer her breathing gasps, afraid to give herself away. She settled by a tree and gave herself a moment to rest.

Someone had to come, there had to BE a reason she was here, right?

Little did she know, there was someone watching her, waiting to strike. They were rounding on Luz in just a moment, in fact.

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Sharon lets him lead them past the hollowed-out remains of stores, most unrecognizable, and away from the still desperately reaching and shambling trio. The cries of the child echo after them like one last punch at Taro but they're soon swallowed up by the incessant sounds of giggling as the orbs bounce into view.

It's only when he bats one away that she sees past that illusion he works so hard to maintain. It's just a split second, just a single moment, but she catches it.

That can't be right but certain things begin to click very suddenly into place. The way he distances himself from others; the way he 'others' himself; his need to keep his secrets close, unable to bring himself to trust. It's like she's been given the last pieces of a puzzle and the picture now makes sense.

When another orb drops down towards him, it gets thrown off course by an invisible force. "I have telekinesis," she whispers behind him, "I'll try to keep them off of you. You just focus on getting us off these streets."

The orb going flying gets a jerk from him and he glances over at Sharon. She's... huh. He nods and keeps going, leaving the pack of orbs behind quickly enough. The sound of a siren echoes through the street but it's... different than the one before. It sounds more like an airplane revving up before takeoff than the deep sound of the one that heralded the fog.

Taro freezes, his eyes wide and his breathing suddenly harsh before he shakes it off. Eventually after about a minute the siren stops, but it leaves ears ringing and Taro clearly spooked for whatever reason.

He grits his teeth and walks towards a corner, but stops as the fog reveals... a woman? No, no. She's all wrong - there's two foxlike tail behind her and her nails are long like claws. Her face is warped, like someone put a fox's head on a human body and then slapped a human face on it. The tails suddenly grow longer and she takes them up in her hand, whipping them out suddenly towards Taro.

He stumbles backwards and nearly falls over, putting a hand out in front of Sharon. "I... I know it's not her, but... but I can't..." But going back isn't an option. Not now. Not ever.

i. If You Want Me To Burn

[There was fire and ash everywhere in Kavinsky's apparent personal hell. Buildings burned forever, the sky was eternally dark, and the city was in shambles. He didn't have a single fucking clue what was going on, but he didn't feel safe enough right now to dream some sort of thing to help him out of this mess. He didn't know how he'd gotten into this situation in the first place, even.

He picked his way through the rubble, narrowly avoiding twisting his ankle when chunks of cement slipped and shifted underfoot. His clothes were dusted with ash and for some reason or another, he kept glancing up towards the sky more than he looked around at the streets. The reason became apparent after a moment when a shrieking roar pierced the relative silence. Kavinsky nearly tripped over himself hurrying to press back flat against the side of a building, hidden beneath what was left of a fire escape.

Across the street, a few blocks down, an enormous dragon landed on the rooftop, claws digging into the building. Red and gaseous, its breath was toxic and its eyes were full of nothing but hate. It swung its head one way and then the other, smoke curling from its mouth and nostrils. Then, with another reverberating shriek, the dragon took to the sky again and flew out of sight.

Kavinsky watched it go without a word, so engrossed in keeping an eye on it that he didn't notice if anyone else was there at first.]

ii. Then Ignite me - cw: body horror monster, gore

[Where he'd been calm and calculated against the dragon, Kavinsky was now anything but. There was a monster stalking him but it was a different beast than the dragon. It was humanoid, skin mottled and tumored, decaying in places. It was also taller than most humans, bulky, with too many eyes and a mouth that split from ear to ear. It bled continuously from three gaping wounds in its chest, the blood bubbling and sizzling where it touched the ground. Its hands were claws, bone broken through skin and sharp and jagged.

Despite all of that, Kavinsky could still recognize him; his father. There was something, a feeling maybe, that made it clear. It was that fact, more than how awful the thing looked, that made him run. Luckily for him, the father-monster was slow, shambling along persistently.

Looking around for a weapon, Kavinsky picked up a hunk of concrete, considered it for a second, and dropped it in favor for a length of rebar. He didn't plan on facing off with the monster just yet, but it never hurt to be prepared. And having something in his hands made them shake less.]

Fucked up motherfucker.

iii. Safety

[After stumbling across a safe room, Kavinsky settled into the corner to dream. To the average observer, it looked like he'd maybe passed out from exhaustion after finally finding safety. In reality, he was dreaming a weapon.

If someone were to enter the safe room and stay for a little while, they would get to see a shotgun appear on the floor next to Kavinsky. Or rather, it seemed like reality was bending in on itself. Surely the gun had always been there, their brain would try to rationalize, they just somehow hadn't noticed it.

A moment after that, Kavinsky's eyes opened.]

▌ ▌ ▌ CRENSHAW DISTRICT

[ There's a little neighborhood in the Crenshaw district that's lined with houses. In this twisted version of Trench, these are just shells of homes; the roofs are caved in and the support beams buckle under what appears to be years of neglect. The windows are shattered and the doors hang off the hinges. Every home that lines this street tells the same sad story of abandonment, all of them except one.

There is a single house that appears whole. Anyone that's visited Rose & Sharon Da Silva's little cottage home will recognize it. It's as aged as the rest of the world, the siding has warped and the shingles on the roof have rotted and fallen away, but this house isn't falling apart. The porch is missing a few posts and the windows are boarded but the soft, warm glow of firelight squeezes through the cracks of the boards.

You might find this place by happenstance or maybe you picked up on a familiar scent or the song of someone's powers (powers that pulse like the heart of this world) but however you've come here, you might want to knock on the door first before you try entering. ]

▌ ▌ ▌ LEAVING NOTES | The streets of any district & safe rooms

[ The Otherworld warps and twists to match those that get dragged into it, digging up memories and traumas most would prefer to remain buried. Sharon knew what to expect the moment she started using her power. She knew to expect rust and ashes and fires waiting to claim her deep beneath the roads. She knew to expect the ghosts of her own past to come rushing out of the shadows. She didn't expect how it would mutate and adapt to those within Trench; how it would grab those she knew and those she didn't and change for them.

It rocks her. It distracts her.

It's not long before guilt overrides her desire to focus on her ability and she sets out to walk the streets of each district, leaving notes behind in areas she think will receive traction. She sticks some of these handwritten warnings on doors and windows. Others, she just folds and drops.

Should someone spot her doing these actions, after she realizes they're not something born of this nightmare, she'll motion them over and hand them a slip of paper before she speaks, voice kept low.] I'm just trying to help. Spread what I've learned.

[ It's the safe rooms that receive the most attention from her, though. Each little safe room she finds receives every note: an apology, a warning, a hint, and an assurance. It's the least she can do for them. ]

▌ ▌ ▌ RESCUE | Anywhere | CW: monster that vaguely resembles a spider (seen in image links)

[ It happens so suddenly. One moment, you're walking, trying to pay attention to your surroundings, trying to find a way out, and in the very next something clatters in one of the nearby buildings. The sound is quickly followed by a strange, skittering echo.

You see it for just a moment. Pale porcelain limbs clinging to mannequin heads, their eyes open and wide and filled with something manic and searching. One head swivels your direction, eyes you, realizes you can see it and then it disappears back into the shadows.

You might think you're safe. You might breathe a sigh of relief and continue on your way but the sound follows you. A clacking here. A chittering there. It follows you so long, from one building to the next, that it almost becomes background noise. It's only when you stumble across thin, plastic webbing blocking your path does it finally grow.

That chittering gets louder, faster, and the moment you spin around you'll find the creature is only feet away, one of its plastic heads splitting open to reveal a wet, red maw that tastes the air around you before it finally screams. That scream is coupled with the harsh, echoing sound of gunfire and a bullet chips through one of the porecelain limbs, revealing strands of red muscle and fiber hidden beneath. ]

Fucking move! [ Sharon shouts from a distance away, gun raised, her expression a twist of fear and solid determination. ]

Sharon can feel something building up and her heart starts to race. When the fox-like woman steps into their view, a rush of instinctive fear crashes like a wave over her head to drown her. She takes a single step back before she remembers herself, grip on her pistol tightening, and moves forward to stand beside Taro, ignoring the hand he puts in front of her.

"We have to," Sharon starts out, voice hard, "We deal with her, or we deal with the things behind us. We don't have a lot of options."

She glances behind herself. The orbs still bounce and illuminate parts of the streets and buildings behind them but, past them, she can see the dark silhouettes of a family still searching for the one they'd lost. Her attention returns to the fox creature and she, with some hesitation, offers Taro her pistol.

"I don't care if you don't want to fight, Taro. Sometimes you have to. The only thing that matters right now is our survival."

He looks at the gun and feels like he's about to be sick. He can feel his chest heave, but he takes the offered gun. It's not her. It's not her. It's not -

With one sharp motion he points the gun at the creature and fires. He misses entirely, hitting the building behind her, and she lunges at him. Her tails slash into him, but when they recoil there's no visible wounds. Taro still cries out in pain and stumbles, shooting at her again.

The bullet hits her this time, right under the jaw. She screeches, stepping backwards. He shoots again, hitting her in the gut. She goes down, screaming something high-pitched and unintelligible. She bleeds, black and silver spilling out onto the street, and he steps back.

"... I'm... I'm so sorry..."

The people that enter this Otherworld are always easy for Sharon to find. Not because of her connection with this world but because they leave trails. They leave behind footsteps in the ash and beaten creatures. For someone used to a place like this, those trails are so damn obvious.

She follows this one into the woods. She has to step through the trees, through the underbrush, and dodge creatures she's never seen before. Some of them she kills. Luz may hear the familiar pop of gunfire every now and again. And it gets closer.

It's almost twenty minutes into her search that she spots something in the shadows of the branches. It hasn't noticed her but it's following someone. She follows after it, every step she makes careful and quiet. It seems to know where the person she's looking for is better than she does and she's here to take advantage of it.

[ makima doesn't knock. she gives herself entry, morphs and splits the side of this pulsating, sharon-scented power hub as any darkblood architect with at least a pinch of skill until she finds herself in what appears to be the kitchen. the wall doesn't look the same anymore, twisted and mutated in ways that the sink and countertops look like they're sloppy, melted and gone from their once solid reality— from "the persistence of memory", it reminded her of.

now, she just had to find the bundle source of the stench. she had a feeling the wait in touching base with sharon's ability was well worth it. tied with a motive that she could trust just as easily as one would cling so easily to revenge, this was snug in her palms.

makima does not wear her smile. ]

The moment Taro takes the gun, Sharon unclips the spear from her back, twirling it between both hands. She's ready to assist or intervene if it's necessary but it becomes clear that Taro has got this, even if he's clumsy in his movements and aim.

The fight lasts no more than a few minutes before the creature is on the ground, twitching and gurgling as she bleeds out.

Sharon steps forward to touch Taro on the bicep in an attempt to draw his attention away. Her voice is soft, barely a whisper, "Remember: it's not her. You did well."

"Now come on. Before the others catch up to us," this time, Sharon takes the lead, trying to move them away from the scene. A part of her fears that the woman isn't down yet and she can tell that this world is starting to wear on him. She doesn't want to see him break.

[ sharon is in the living room just past the entryway beyond the kitchen. there are orbs of fire that hang in the air as if suspended by some invisible string. they pulse like a heart. they provide enough light to make the room traversable with little heat.

sharon is on one of the dilapidated couches, her legs pulled up beneath her. exhaustion clings to her like a second skin. the otherworld doesn't exhaust her, once opened it can exist indefinitely, but to open and close it takes from her.

she has no idea someone has found their way into the house. she thought she'd been set up in such a way that no one could get the drop on her, doors locked and windows barred. ]

"I still..." Ugh. He sniffs and holds the gun out for Sharon to take again. He feels awful. He knows it's just some freaky horror version of his friend, but there's still enough qualities of her to make him feel terrible.

They keep wandering and Taro squints in the distance. There's the distinct shape of barbed wire, and he feels his stomach drop into his feet. He rushes forward, stumbling. Instead of shops along the block there's a long fence of barbed wire blocking off a building. Taro rushes for the fence and grabs at the wire, not caring that his hands are being cut. He shakes it and starts yelling. "You fucking asshole, Trench! You're a fucking bitch and a half, you know that?!"

... He's supposed to be staying quiet. He's not. His voice catches the attention of... something. There's the sound of fluttering wings, and all of a sudden crows settle on the roofs of the nearby buildings, descending like a dark fog. They squawk and cry and chirp, and then one of them opens its beak. Instead of squawking, a song starts playing. Taro turns, his hands not visibly damaged, and growls. "Fuck you too!"

Luz has been hearing the gunshots, and though they're pretty scary, she also listened to hear if there were anything that accompanied them too. So far, it didn't sound like some kind of gathering of people, so it was possible there was someone here, just as lost as she was!

But Luz knew better than to get her hopes up just yet. She had to make sure she was safe, ensure that she was absolutely out of the woods...

And just as she started to think this, there was a shadow that came over her, and Luz only had a moment to gather herself before she felt the bolt that singed her scalp. Luz ate dirt and tensed, trying to get up and see what had attacked her.

It was unlike anything she had seen before. The banshees had been one thing, but this? It appeared to have writing stalks where its face should have been, though it definitely seemed to be laughing somehow. It shot what seemed like a bolt of lightning at her and she dodged this time, had hands clamped on the side of her head.

Crapcrapcrap!

There weren't enough trees right now, it could see her pretty easily, and while her hands fumbled for her glyphs, she was moving way too slow for her own good!

"Hey, hey, hey," Sharon tries to quiet him as she races after him. She's already wary given what they've encountered and she knows nothing good can come from his shouts but it's too late. The flock descends. The tune they play isn't familiar but it manages to fill her with dread and she turns her attention from Taro to their surroundings, eyes peeled.

Nothing. But she knew better than to expect it to remain that way.

She grabs Taro by the wrist and tugs at him, trying to force him to look at her, "Ignore them." Her expression is grim, lips set into a hard line. "This place is fucking with you. It's using your past against you. Don't let it."

A part of her wants to put a stop to all of this. To lift the veil and return the both of them to the real Trench. But she can't. She didn't start this just to stop it when it got rough on someone she cared about. As it were, she was already intervening too much by leaving behind clues and safe places; by going out of her way to protect those she brought in.

Blood drips on the ground despite the lack of visible wounds. It at least looks like normal blood. He lets go of the fence and tries not to scream in anger and frustration and grief. He shoves his arm against his mouth and yells, the sound muffling into a grunt. "They want me. Not you. Clearly, if they're bringing up all of this shit. I died before, I don't want to die again."

The tune plays on, though it starts slowing a bit, pitching down. "Great. If my pop culture knowledge is right, that means -" Probably a boss. And who would show up with a bunch of crows? ... Fuck. He hears wingbeats and a high-pitched male laugh and starts bolting down the street. A humanoid shadow with wings passes over them, though there's nothing visibly casting the shadow.

It's clear Taro isn't paying attention to where he's going, just running in a blind panic. His form flickers again, revealing the furry creature underneath - but he's got just enough awareness to mostly keep it up. Rats skitter past, starting to swarm as they rush in front of Taro. He doesn't care - he just wants to get away from the shadow. Some of the birds take off to who knows where, though a few of them keep pace with Taro.

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Taro Watanabe | Original Character | OTA

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