( wow this sand is so quick!! )

[prescind]

Who: stefan salvatore (prescind) + amos burton (rocinantes) + katherine pierce (manipulative + wanda maximoff (explosion)
What: event + other shenanigans
When: march
Where: all over the place

Content Warnings: possible nsfw, language, violence

Comments

( quicksand )

[prescind]

( really, stefan knows it's a stupid idea as soon as they come upon the game. it's stupid and dumb and he knows it's just going to bite them in the ass.

but, he and katherine decide to give it a go anyway because why not? they weren't doing anything else and there's always the chance that they have to do this to see something important. so, they offer the game some blood and that's how they end up here: in a freaking jungle.

it's hot, it's sticky and stefan hates it. he smacks at his neck to kill a mosquito to look over at katherine.

and her shoes. )

Those are gonna get ruined.

[manipulative]

[ she glances down at her shoes. ]

I think they're doing just fine. These are my gardening heels.

[ no, they're the heels she wears when going to the apothecary. they were chosen for wooden floors and stable earth and no mosquitos. thankfully, those seem to be more attracted to stefan than her.

she tugs at her camisole to fan her chest and face. she frowns at him. ]

Who's idea was it to do this again?

[ hers. miss "i've never played jumanji before" pierce. ]

[prescind]

Yours.

( ordinarily, stefan might take the blame himself because he's a chivalrous type when he wants to be but no no, not right now. this is katherine's fault.

he smacks another mosquito and curses. )

Couldn't we have played Monopoly, Katherine? Or Yahtzee?

[manipulative]

They're boring games.

[ she scrunches up her face in distaste, her nose crinkling. those games are for grandparents and one thousand-year-olds. does she look over one thousand yet? ]

Besides, I would've won. It's not fair to you.

[prescind]

And instead, we're in a jungle, getting eaten alive and avoiding giant frogs.

( so, he really wished they were playing some boring games right now. )

Where are we supposed to go, Katherine?

[manipulative]

Well, technically, you're being eaten alive.

[ she smiles at him before she smacks his bicep. there'd been a mosquito there! with her gaze darting around, she claps her hands loudly as she kills another and saves stefan's life. ]

Maybe away from here?

[prescind]

Away from here and to another wonderful part of the hot jungle?

( he hates this place and he hopes that katherine breaks a heel here so she realizes how bad an idea this was. )

Come on, I guess we have to figure a way out of here or we're stuck here to be dinner to a bunch of blood sucking bugs.

( trophy hunter )

[prescind]

( it's not easy for stefan to end up out of breath but that's where he is, panting while he and katherine sit behind a fallen tree. he can hear some rustling in the distance, evidence of whoever's hunting them still looking.

stefan sinks down lower, eyes scanning the area. it's not difficult to hide in the jungle considering how thick with trees and vines and rocks it is but this guy just keeps finding them. and two vampires not being able to escape?

that worries him that they can't seem to get the drop on this guy. )

Who's idea was it to play this game? I hate him.

[manipulative]

[ maybe it's a good thing katherine has experience being literally hunted. granted, it'd happened over five hundred years ago and she had a louder dress and human speed in her arsenal.

she peers over her shoulder and listens intently and keeps her hand on stefan's knee. she wants to run and get out of this game, but no matter what she tries to do, neither of them seem to be able to click their heels and get back home.

quietly, ] Keep your voice down. He might be able to hear you.

[prescind]

What do you suggest I do? Communicate in hand signals?

( he does lower his voice though, dropping it to a whisper and looking over at her. he hates this, he really hates this and he wishes they'd never played this game. )

We need to figure out what to do here, Katherine. We can't seem to lose him.

[manipulative]

[ she's well aware of that.

katherine doesn't look back at stefan as she does her best to try and track the hunter. it's a little difficult to do with him talking. she wants to focus so that she can plan, and she can't plan and focus when someone else is here. it'd been so much easier when she had just been on her own. ]

You run and I distract.

[prescind]

Are you suggesting we separate?

( he's not going to be doing that, katherine. hell no. he shakes his head. )

Absolutely not. No. You'd be shooting that idea down if I made it so it's not happening.

[manipulative]

I have experience being hunted in such a literal way, Stefan.

[ she doesn't say it scathingly. it's almost like katherine's reminding him water is wet.

many, many moons ago. while katherine's stopped literally running from her enemies in such a fashion, she's never stopped training in case it was required of her.

she glances at him and looks at him expectantly. ]

It's the best way.

( items from home )

[rocinantes]

( so, you know what's not a really good move? shooting blood blisters. it doesn't get rid of them but amos is just so fed up with this shit, with how things are going.

amos shoots a blood blister without really thinking and ends up covered in blood, spattered against his shirt and pants. sighing, he holsters the weapons and turns away, sliding his blood covered hands through his hair as he starts walking.

he really needs a goddamn shower. he's not looking for wanda but he's not surprised to see her out in the middle of all this. she would be the one getting involved, getting messy and making sure everyone else was safe. )

[explosion]

[ she blasts a blood blister, spattering her cheek and temple with sploshes of blood.

if wanda's going to be fighting anything, she'd want to be by amos' side. he may not be a super soldier or a witch or anyone who possesses powers, but he has aim, he has the desire to fight, and he doesn't seem so squeamish at the sight of blood.

despite spending her childhood growing up in war, wanda's stomach is most definitely doesn't turn to iron at the sight of blood. ]

You have a little…

[ she gestures with her hand towards her hair and then her entire face. ]

Everywhere.

[rocinantes]

( amos huffs because yeah, he knew that. he just hadn't really done anything about it because what's there to do. he's just going to get blood again. )

What, doesn't make me look good?

( he's used to wearing blood. )

[explosion]

Oh, it makes you look so dashing.

[ she ensures to put on a deep sounding american accent and even gestures with a flop of her wrist that it's as obvious as water being wet. while amos does appear to look good with dirt and oil on his face, wanda's not so sure about blood. ]

It hides all the wrinkles.

[rocinantes]

Yeah well, it's not like I can do anything about it right now. There's a million of these things around.

( he does swipe at his face with his shirt sleeve before he sighs and rubs his face. )

You know what these things are?

[explosion]

Blood Blisters.

[ she knows from people's thoughts and from her own readings. it doesn't sound particularly nice, does it? "blood blisters". ]

I don't know how they are formed. All I know is that you may not wear them well and... [ she wrinkles her nose and shows him the inside of her wrist. ] neither do I.

( catacombs )

[rocinantes]

All right, I hate this place. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

( amos knows he's being whiny, he knows it, but he's so tired of this place and how it just twists them up and turns them inside out. he hates this place and the only thing that seems to be keeping him sane is that he's with wanda.

again. he hates that he's relying on her but that's what's happening which means she's probably going to up and disappear soon. that's not something he wants to think about though because it's just going to piss him off.

more.

they're walking in some deep, dark cave thing and he keeps thinking he sees people from the corner of his eye but every time he looks dead on, it's just rock and moss. )

Goddammit.

[explosion]

[ it's a good thing that she can at least light the way, even if it's pigmented in red. she holds her palm up easily with a glowing red ball of chaos bobbing in her hand. the caves are creepy—too thin, too dark, too enclosing and so much like agatha's basement—and it's been difficult to try and pull them out from here. every time she tries to teleport, she finds she's either stuck in place or risks being stuck inside of a wall.

at least amos is here. amos is someone she knows, and he's decent in a crisis when he's not, you know, freaking out. ]

You don't like the decor? [ she cocks her brow and glances around at the dark cave walls. she gestures with her other hand high above them. ] Much coveted high ceilings.

[ she's masking her own fright with humour. ]

[rocinantes]

I think I can decorate better than this.

( at least she's there so they're not walking blind. he would have hated to just be walking into walls or some shit. but he doesn't even know how they got into this mess.

he would rather be back in his apartment with a drink in his hand and not exploring some dank cave. )

You see a way out of here or anything?

[explosion]

[ wanda looks forward and her eyes glow, but as soon as they glow, they dimmer. she shakes her head forlornly. ]

No.

[ and that aggravates her. even when on the raft, she could feel the depths of the ocean, the way the prison never sat still. she could hear everyone's thoughts and feel how their skin would prickle each time someone stepped into the holding corridors. but here... it feels muted. ]

I feel blocked. Like I'm suppressed.

[rocinantes]

Well, I think we're under a coupla tons of rock so that's not surprising.

( sighing, amos moves closer to her because he doesn't want something suddenly jumping out and snagging her or him. )

Don't over exert yourself. If you can't do it, you can't do it. We'll figure out another way to get out of here.

[explosion]

That's the thing.

[ she furrows her brows and tries to concentrate again. she can't penetrate the cave. that's unusual. wanda maximoff can destroy buildings, create realities, birth babies that hadn't existed hours before...

but she can't get through a cave.

she looks to amos, still frowning. ]

I should be able to. Being underground shouldn't stop me.