oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? [ OPEN ]

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, egyptologist & you!
What: event shenanigans in one fabulous catch all, for all your RP needs
When: Throughout September
Where: All over!

Content Warnings: mentions and gifs/images of blood and dead bodies, death, decay, and trauma, possible suicide ideation, possible R rated scenes of varying degrees, etc etc. will mark as needed







(( ooc; event prompts, various september logs, and tdm continuations will go in this thread. if you have something you'd like to do, pm me or hit me up at pincurls! ))

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[egyptologist]

[ She certainly appreciates it, and she clutches his arm as she lets her head sort itself out. ]

Yes. There was usually some new hell every month or so.

[thinkfirst]

I can't imagine. What an awful place.

[ Flynn isn't really sure where he's going, but he'd like to be away from this oppressive place with its ravens and its eyes. The last thing he wants is another feather to drop, for the same thing to happen yet again. Flynn is getting tired of facing the terrible dregs of his past.

So he steers Evelyn, gently but firmly, to the entrance of the school, and pauses there in the doorway. Rain is coming down hard and fast in silver sheets, pooling between the cobblestones.

After a moment, Flynn reaches behind himself with his free arm, unclips the cape trailing his armor, and holds it out to Evelyn. ]

This should protect you from the rain. We may have to make a bit of a run for it.

[egyptologist]

[ Evelyn wants the same thing - there is nothing she would like less than to experience that again, and she takes the cape gratefully, peering out at the falling rain, imagining it washing away the blood and sins of her past. ]

I'm alright with that. Are you ready?

[thinkfirst]

A little rain has never been able to stop me.

[ As long as Evelyn isn't going to get wet. That's Flynn's main concern: he's never really cared about the rain, even when it seeps into the joints of his armor. He'll get Yuri to help him polish it later, stop it from rusting.

For now, he offers Evelyn an arm and heads into the deluge, wincing at the clatter of drops on metal. His hair immediately plasters itself to his head, but Flynn just laughs and moves faster, half-shouting over the sound of the rain. ]

I hope you know where we're going!

[ Because Flynn's half-running, tugging her across the street toward the sheltered awning of another school building. ]