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camppetoskey2018-06-18 10:09 am
WEEK 3
Another Sunday, another day to rest and recover after trial. The weather is now uncomfortably hot and humid after all the rain - perfect swimming weather, if what happened during the execution didn't put you off from swimming for a good long while.
As before, The RV's have changed, but it might not be the best idea to go and bother them after last week's...well, mistake. Maybe give it a week to rest. Additionally, if anyone tries to play the Wii, they will find that Chloe, Talcott, and Sayama's Miis have disappeared - as well that the machine itself is spitting out some strange music at the home screen and the Mii channel. The games seem unaffected by the musical change, at least - and there's now a copy of Mario Party 9 ready to be played alongside Wii Sports. Try not to murder each other or fling the wiimotes into the tv, alright?
The rest of the camp is the same as always, though now fishing equipment is always left out near the lake and beach, and there's a taped on sign on the slope railing declaring 'DO NOT LEAN ON.' Looks like they finally noticed the hazard that thing could potentially be. The kitchen has been fully scrubbed, the faint scent of lemon wafting in the air. Hm.
Two weeks have gone by, and with it, 6 of your fellow campers are gone. There are only six weeks left - six long weeks, and your chances of making it out dwindle all the time.
Knowing that, what will you do?
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Why would this power scare the hunters into wanting to keep you from getting involved?
Can we rely on you or not?"]
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You can rely on me.
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Crochet!
[Chuuta barks, directing the blindingly bright blue light coming out of Drew's mouth into something that isn't the needlelike blast he knows it was about to be.
At this distance, Mitsuru would most likely have trouble reacting before the energy blast hits, covering him in a glowing blue net. Drew's SPH is notoriously difficult to break through or overpower, though it would probably be more intimidating if it weren't shaped by Chuuta's will into an actual crochet pattern.]
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The shock is clear on his face, but soon he's chanting, and quickly at that. Shadows seem to be gathering into a humanoid figure outside of the net, almost like a wingless pixie...]
Come, Balbylone, daughter of darkness!
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Lenka’s already moving when he sees Chuuta suddenly sprout... whatever he just sprouted and by the time Mitsuru is chanting he’s between them, back to Mitsuru where his Arc might cushion whatever spell he’s trying reflexively to unleash.]
Enough. This isn’t the time.
[It’s never really the time for things like this, something less open than full hostilities but possibly more dangerous than a demonstration. Chill out, tinies.]
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It's not the time but Chuuta and Drew are both on edge, and Lenka's command isn't quite enough to get them to dissolve the SPH.]
I told you, Drew has defensive capabilities!
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Someone please stop him from looking around for the biggest thing he can fling telekinetically.]
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Lenka doesn't need to look back more than once to know that Mitsuru is probably about to do some magic even with his mouth stitched shut -- this is looking to turn into either these two venting their frustrations at each other or some kind of magical stick-measuring contest or both, and Mitsuru is probably more likely to get on board with the latter. So.
He stays where he is and shakes his head.]
Mitsuru. Stand down. We don't want to damage anything here.
[Laptops, guys. Laptops and other children and they just stole something from the RVs, do you really want to draw more of their attention with a magic bitty fight.]
Chuuta. [...] Drew. What are you trying to do?
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What are you trying to do?]
[He's an enemy, Chuuta!]
What? [That's what they're feeling, of course, but when Drew says it Chuuta realizes that there's no reason to feel that way. So why does he still feel like Mitsuru is going to try and kill him?
The SPH around Mitsuru dissolves, so someone should probably make sure he's okay and not still in attack mode.]
He's... he wasn't attacking us!
[He was bullying you.]
You've never done anything about bullies before!
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This probably has everything to do with Lenka's presence because that's clear enough where words are only a fuzzy murmur at best to his ears.]
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It might be a misunderstanding, or something that will escalate into something worse, but with three people involved, only two (or one-and-a-half, now that we're remembering Mitsuru's specific sensory loss, oops) of which can really communicate properly... it was bound to be a mess.
He softens his voice a little, once the boy-and-alien one man show winds down.]
... Drew. If you really want to protect Chuuta, this isn't the way to do it. Not now. Not like this.
[It is probably having the exact opposite effect in general, but let's start with that. He also takes a moment to glance back at Mitsuru, and gives him a quick nod once he sees that things are quiet on that front despite... the murderous intent. Leave this to him for now.]
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He wouldn't leave me alone. [Chuuta says, and regrets that as soon as he says it.]
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Careful that he doesn't continue to lie.
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Looks like it's the younger kids' turn to be a disaster and a half. He's just going to shake his head to himself, briefly, and hold up a hand in Mitsuru's direction to hopefully indicate, Shut up for a second.
He's trying to keep you from kicking each other's asses, here.]
... Just don't listen to him, for now. Listen to me. We're all on edge, but -- is this what you usually use your powers for?
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I told Mitsuru-kun that. He just kept... pushing. He kept asking what I could do.
I know I didn't tell anyone before! But I just didn't want anyone to try and hurt us!
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[And Lenka does know, most of them are probably keeping something in reserve or on the down-low; they have a lot of dangerous or conditionally dangerous people; the profiles have stirred something of a hornet’s nest.
He gives a small shake of his head at Chuuta, though.]
But if you’re not defending yourself against someone else’s powers... there’s no reason to use yours.
[If all of them did that... well, there probably wouldn’t be a camp left if just a handful of them did that. The rest of the lake and forest might be gone at a bigger scale. Some part of him really hopes the hunters are well aware of that. But that’s neither here nor there.]
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S-sorry. [Chuuta pulls away a little bit, puts a hand on Drew and tries to get him to calm down. It doesn't work very well, and they're both still on edge and ready to lash out if someone makes any sudden movements.]
I think we're just... nervous.
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If he's not allowed to defend himself it's all on Lenka.]
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He's working for it not to come to that.]
Both you and Drew have a temper. [it's not a reprimand so much as an observation, and would be dry if the situation wasn't what it was] Maybe it would be better to get away from the crowd for a little. Find someplace easier to be, like the cabin.
[Maybe they can channel that defensiveness somewhere else considering the state of the cabinmates at the moment. He doubts too many of them have a lot of fight left in them.
Hopefully Boa doesn't get too hissy.]no subject
Chuuta nods, wordlessly (for once), and turns and runs.]