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am I dreaming?

Welcome to Silent Hill

You just woke up from a horrid nightmare and find yourself in an unfamiliar place. The surroundings are dark and foggy.. Is this a ghost town? You run into a fellow human. You're not sure you can trust them but they're your only hope in getting some answers.

How do you proceed from there? Do you take this person along with you and make your way together through this strange place or will you opt to going solo?

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[regrets? hahaha. hahahahaha]

[so they're..... probably somewhere in the warp. Wanna see how much damage a bolter does to a creepy, shambling flesh creature? But to be fair, he's just as likely to be one of the stalking monsters hidden in the shadows.]

Edited 2018-05-01 21:46 (UTC)

((OOC: It's a ghost town with thick fog which drowns out all sound from anything not right next to you, and moving more than an arm's length away means you can't see whatever you were just next to. There are also creatures in the fog that resemble people with mouths much too large to be normal and backwards-facing fangs to hold whatever they bite. They also have long fingers ending in claws to better latch on and tear away at flesh. There is also Something in the fog that is at least twice the size of an adult with a long chain that it brandishes like a whip, the links shaped like the outlines of shields. Cellphones will buzz when one of these monsters is near even though there isn't any cell reception, and The Thing in the Fog's presence can be felt if not seen due to vibrations from its heavy footfalls.))

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.

Anything to do with his friends being hurt, especially his beloved Prince, the weight of responsibilities and inner demons about his desires, you know he's gonna have a bad time.]

[Welcome to all.

Yosuke's Silent Hill? He's already lived it in the TV World, right down to his Shadow Doppleganger. Tormented by his self-doubt, esteem issues? Boredom of his town and looking for excitement only to find he just wants to play hero? His sexuality insecurities? You name it.]

[Possibly the big bad behind some horroresque experiment. he has the experience after all. Perhaps a new way to trigger adrenaline in "patients"?]

[ OOC: OTA, slow tags. ]

[Well, he certainly has enough nightmare fuel to spawn a Silent Hill over his very own. He can as easily be an Alessa as a Heather Mason.]

[I can think of two different scenarios. Either he's in Silent Hill to find the means to resurrect his brother, or he's there out of occult curiosity.]

[Actual literal demon, more likely to drag you off into the fog and eat you alive than help you get out safely. But she's quite good at fending off the other horrors here - maybe you can work out an arrangement.]

[Possum Springs is on its way to becoming a Silent Hill more or less. Gregg is probably there driven by guilt over his missing friend or pushed on by his protective anxiety brought on by his bipolar disorder and childhood trauma. Either way, expect bad monsters.]

[ ota, crosscanon welcome! ]

[ooc: Hahaha. He would be so bad at this. He's a pro at gathering information (spying, eavesdropping, generally poking his beak into things he shouldn't), but he can't fight for shit. On the other hand, being a were-raven, he's fine with dead things, and drinking eyes to see the dead person's last moments is also a gross but useful thing he can do.]

[Open to cross canon. Open to AU. Prose, please.]

[Bait bait bait]

Henry sunk to his knees on seeing the landscape before him. It had been years since he'd come here, and some foolish part of him thought they really had broken his link to this place forever. But apparently, he wasn't that lucky.

He didn't cry or yell, he just sighed and picked himself back up, taking inventory. His weapons were gone, of course, but he did have a flashlight. His BPRD flak jacket should help against some things, at least. The military uniform was going to be good for the inevitable muck. ...and his ring was gone.

Goddamnit, he didn't want to do this again.

He looked up at the road in front of him, watching ashes fall gently from the sky like snow. There was a figure in the distance, standing next to a beat-up, obviously dead car. That's...probably not a monster. Henry walked towards him.

Henry woke up lying on a bench in a diner, blinking his eyes open with grogginess. Where- no, what happened? He could barely remember what he was doing. Holing up in his room? So why was he here?

He shifted his legs to a sitting position and squinted out the window. "What..."

That was as far as he got. His peripheral vision caught someone else in the broken-down diner, splayed out and seemingly unconscious in a rusted-out chair. "Mitchell?" Henry brushed the hair back from his eyes to make sure he was seeing it all correctly.

Not a monster? Tony’s feeling pretty damned monstrous right now. He’s not entirely sure what happened, but that seems about right lately. He’s been making some pretty piss poor decisions and now the nightmare he’s had for the last six years has rocked him full force. There aren’t any Leviathan in the skies and there isn’t a pile of dead friends to stand over, either, but that doesn’t make them less dead.

The surface of Titan with it’s burned orange skies aren’t much different from where he is now. Everything had been ruins there, crumbling, locust picked ruins. This is all more of the same.

Or…is it? This is a little more Earth-like than the alien moon he’d lost himself on.

Tony picks himself up from the floor, his armor too broken to call from the reactor worn around his neck, and scans the horizon. Shit. Was he dusted too? Had it just taken longer than the others…?

His mind is blank in the answer category but perks up in the audible one. Someone’s coming-- He turns away immediately, expecting (hoping) to see someone he knows but-- Nope. Just some guy.

At least his skin isn’t blue?

Edited (Haha wow. Wrong tag by a ton. ) 2018-05-02 14:55 (UTC)

“Huh...?”

Honestly, he can’t remember the last time he heard his name. He knows the circumstances and he knows the voice that said it but he’d been in a really bad way at the time and the darkness and nothingness of his cell had carved away all of the moments between then and now so they couldn’t be counted.

He stirs, mostly because what else is there to do, and brings a hand to his face as if he’s mirroring Henry. His fingertips, bare despite the majority of his hand covered in a glove, presses dirty fingernails against his eyelids. His hair is always a lost cause so the Irish vampire has no reason to attempt to tame it.

Mitchell opens first one eye and then the other. He could see even in the depreciation chamber Jack locked him in but not like this.

There’s too much color here. And the cracks in the ceiling are new and interesting. He has to work to pick his head up, but when he does, his whole body follows. He doesn’t rush to embrace his friend and his partner, though. He dashed over a broken table and uses it like a shield, only peeking over the edge.

“Are you mad? You’ve gone mad! Where’s Jack!?”

[ y/n/maybe? add more awful to the already-awful? good with IW or can be spoiler free, either works. :) ]

[ Fog isn't anything unusual, but it's easy to tell when one isn't where they're supposed to be. And sometimes, when one is cut off from their support system, they decide that they have to do whatever they can to make sure they stay safe.

To make a long story short, rather than approach Caedra like a normal person, Mirele decides to follow her at a bit of a distance, a flashlight in one hand and a knife in the other. The knife is for self defense. The flashlight is for light.

And also self defense.

Anyway, not used to the art of being super sneaky, it's probably only a matter of time before Caedra notices someone tailing her. ]

[Yeah, she notices quickly. It's not hard. The fog makes vision difficult, but Caedra has always been perceptive, ever since she first learned to steal bread from noblemen's kitchens, then later when sneaking through city streets to kill the worthless drunks and elderly without being caught by the Hafeld guard.

What Caedra is doing here though, she... isn't actually sure. The borders between Abyssal layers sometimes have some strange effects but she had thought she was well enough away from the edge of the Gardens, and now there's all this fog and she can't feel her way back. But that's fine - whenever she wants to return, she can. May as well find out what this place is first.

But she stops, anyway, when she feels eyes on her. Stops, and turns, and shades her eyes against that annoying light that's highlighting all of the fog, making a wall of white in the air.

Takes a guess at the language - the girl looks like a speaker of Common. So let's try that first.]

Would you turn that off?

[Vivienne's greatest fear is irrelevance, so her Silent Hill is utterly empty of people... besides you, apparently.]

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