Time passes oddly in this realm. Surely you've seen it by now. Looking to the sky grants different views and moons every night, almost disconnected. The weather is impossible to predict when the clouds don't truly matter. All you have to rely on is that a day and night cycle exists and even then... ... Well. Surely it doesn't matter. Right? (Or does it?) But perhaps more importantly is that tonight, the night is clear and crisp. The flowers in the grove face the moon almost like reverent followers to a preacher. And should you follow their open gaze, you will see that the moon is bright and full and red.
Rusty whines and the Trader has drawn her stall in, and even the sleepy turtle she rides is more alert. The Shopkeeper hisses quietly to himself, barring the windows slowly- and if you're close by, he tells you that it'd be best you do the same. He dares not close the door yet though- just in case someone needs the shelter.
A howl pierces the sky, and it's quickly joined by others, echoing through the woods. The crunch of leaves and sticks and roots breaking under hulking steps makes a presence known- and white, frenzied eyes can be seen in the shadows. Not just one pair- if you're outside, or at the window, you can see dozens from all angles. As they get closer to the clearing, their sharp teeth glint in the moonlight. Another howl, and the wolf-men charge. Fight or defend your residence- but the beasts do not go down easily. Not when wounds slowly stitch themselves back together.
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sticksandbones2023-07-10 07:07 pm
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Two thirty-six.
[ Blessedly, his kind have kept the time despite being trapped in eternal day. ]
I could try hacking them, but if it backfires, I could cause structural damage.
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( also. d. do you really want to hack into the minds of feral, bloodthirsty monsters? do you? )
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[ Said with the casual air of one who's observing the weather. ]
If I can control one, I can make it fight the others.
[ Provided they're as unnatural as he thinks them to be, it could work. Maybe. ]
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( even if she is reluctant to admit if it worked it might be a good idea. this sucks. she hates this. )
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[ This he says with an oddly grave seriousness as he stands, so he can get a proper line of sight out the window.
He knows the mission, what YoRHa were really built for, was in service of a lie. But if he can make it real, for the sake of all those who have fallen, sacrificed for that very same lie, then maybe they can all rest easy. ]
So I've got to try.
[ He thrusts his arm toward the window and concentrates, a ring of light appearing before him, and attempts to cast his consciousness at one of the creatures he can see out there. ]