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camppetoskey2018-06-04 12:11 pm
WEEK 1
After the hectic happenings of the weekend since you awoke here, the first official week of Camp is much...well, Calmer. Days are full of genuinely fun summer things - such as doing arts and crafts in the Rec Room (the theme this week is 'Macaroni', so expect plenty of cardboard picture frames and other assorted kitschy stuff scattered on the tables), playing the fully working Wii ( Which even has a Mii for all the campers! Aww, how sweet), going swimming, fishing, playing some games with the many balls set out in the clearing with your fellow campers, eating a good meal with your friends down at the meal hall, and of course roasting marshmallows over an open flame and singing to the stars at night.
The weather is absolutely beautiful, the heat and humidity giving way to cooler-yet-still-comfortable temperatures, and everything is absolutely picturesque.
But...of course, you're probably thinking more on all of the revelations over the past weekend. Being forced to stay in this camp by methods both based in reality and myth, the eeriness of the people who claim to be your counselors during your stay here, the mosquito thing, how Pastor Dan never stops smiling -
Speaking of Pastor Dan, while he's never gotten as overt as he did during the weekend, his sermons are...odd, to say the least. You won't be able to go swimming without listening to them, and as the week goes on, he goes from talking about harmony and unison and being in the Lord's embrace to really hammering home how sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the good of them all, and how you can't hesitate when it comes to make a decision...
A thin, fragile layer of peace hangs over the camp...for now.
But how long will it be until it shatters?
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Something heavy, just about the size of a person, something that rustles over the leaves a bit like cloth, something...
He doesn't need a lot of light. That's the blessing and the curse of having his God Arc, of having Oracle cells, there's more than enough visibility right now for him to catch that glimpse of silver and all the chill sweat turns to ice. He doesn't remember moving, but there's an abrupt spray of earth, step, and Lenka is suddenly a whole lot closer to the source of the sound.]
Who's there?!
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The body vanishes from sight.
Soma is gone.]
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It's always a clear night, and it's clear enough for him to-- to find the jagged edges of logic, even as he follows the direction where the dragging noise went on until he hits the lake and finds nothing. The moon and the wind are up. His thoughts move slowly: check the cabin.
... Cabin 3, unless you're all out there, I guess you get him slicing up your window too as he lands inside with a thump, already heading for a bunk he knows will be empty. There's nothing. No glint of a blade, no tall shadows inside or outside, like someone important -- teammate, friend, he promised, he promised, he promised -- was never there.
And then there's a different shadow: someone living, moving fast and feral and carrying a very large blade, headed straight for the forest. He's not quiet, though, his roar echoing down to the waterfront.]
Soma... Soma! Answer me! Soma!
[Someone should maybe intercept.]
Cabin 3
PLEASEDON'TKILLME!
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[You know what, Sayama's an asshole. So instead of trying to calm Eddie down.
He claps his hands. Just once, as loudly as he can.]
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Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin, eyes huge as he searches the cabin for the source of the noise. His breath is coming in panting gasps, now.]
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[Is he helping?]
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Someone like me?! The fuck is that supposed to mean?! [He takes a few heaving breaths, flailing his arms and practically falling out of his bunk as he continues]
And, in case you didn't notice, we're all kids! And one of us was just fucking murdered! So, no shit, captain obvious, they're not going to fucking hold back against kids!
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If it comes down to it, you are better of hiding quietly until you can sneak away.
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You want proof, we'll give it to you, but we shouldn't be fighting each other right now! We should be looking for the asshole that killed Sofa.
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If you already have a plan, you should inform everyone. Otherwise there will be needless worry later.
...Soma. His name was Soma...
outside. obvs
Sorry bro. Can't go lettin' you get hurt, too. We dunno what happened jus' yet, and if dey attackin' us, we need all de firepower we can get!
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And it's a really good thing Lenka's already met Dyaus, because he's a lot stronger and faster and angrier now, but he'd still hesitate to turn his Arc against anything in camp now that he knows not all of them are humanoid. Instead, he goes limp once they're above the treeline, shaking all over and gripping the weapon so hard the metal starts creaking -- in fact, the entire thing is shuddering, not quite holding its shape even as they get higher and something long and sinuous and vicious drops the last of the uprooted trees in its maw and retracts back into the blade with a screeching noise.
Dyaus, meet Aragami.
Lenka just stares blankly over the forest for a moment, scanning for any hint of movement or-- or any hint of whatever he saw earlier. Anything. Wipes furiously at his eyes to clear his vision. And then he yanks at his God Arc again, snapping it into gun mode before firing a few wild shots deep into the forest. Maybe not so wise, given that they're airborne, but he's not especially given to wisdom right now.]
... Cielo. [it's very quiet] Put me down. Please. I need to keep looking.
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[ Jesus your weapon is a demon what even is this shit. Cielo is... very glad he is good at dodging. The shots startle him though. ]
Look. Jus'--we dunno what we can do jus' yet. For all we know, dey got ammo dat can get you AND me. We gotta calm down. I wanna go racin' in dere as much as de next guy, but if we do dat, we jus' gonna have more problems.
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Lenka moves again, but it's a slower movement like he's underwater, and the God Arc shifts again in a mess of parts and eldritch not-quite-limbs -- the transformations are slowing as its owner surfaces a little from his blind headlong rush into... into whatever he was about to do. What was he about to do?]
I--
[He wants to say he's calm. He knew what he was planning, they have to sweep the forest, they don't know how far in but it really doesn't matter, the darkness doesn't matter to his eyes and-- and he wasn't going to go in far.
At least part of that is a lie, Lenka knows, because everything in him feels like it's trying to shake apart right now: a terrible fissure down his middle with reason on one side and rage and powerlessness and endless questions on the other. (Why did Soma leave? Why wasn't he watching? Why wasn't it enough?) He'd thought, when he got his God Arc, when he got his God Arc back, that he wouldn't feel this again.
He forces himself to lower his blade a little.]
I'm not going to attack them. [his voice creaks, the way his grip does] Soma is a lot stronger than me.
[A lot stronger, but not nearly as good at running away. He closes his eyes.]
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... Your friend is in de woods. Someone draggin' him. But dere's... a lot of weird stuff in dere. Dere ain't anythin' distinct. It all jus' kinda like... cloaked?
[ How does he put this. ]
Either way, dere's a lot in dere. It's dangerous!
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[He can't quite help himself from lunging forward against Cielo's hold, trying on sheer instinct to physically throw himself toward his teammate. They can't have Soma, if he's still somewhere within reach then he can't just stay here, even if he'd be chasing a corpse (and he knows, he knows each and every facet of death and exactly what the chances are) he can't, he can't--
He can't drag Cielo down with him, though.
His hand is already halfway through the motions of shifting his God Arc to gun mode again, because if Dyaus can see them and they have the clear vantage point of height he could -- he could probably aim in the right direction. But also: he doesn't have a sniper model equipped, and any more focused fire than his blind shooting earlier could draw fire from the actual snipers. He bites his lip, hard, and deploys his shield instead. It's not nearly big enough to cover Dyaus, but it gives them something, at least.]
Go as low as you can and hold your position. Track them visually. See if you can find a destination or-- or a direction. [his voice is shaking from the effort of holding himself back; forcing himself to stay here] If you... if you see any strange movement, turn back and land.
[There are tears proper on his face now; he ignores them. He's not the one who needs to see right now.]
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... 'Kay, bro, but you better not do anything stupid!
[ And he will do as directed. Anything new? Where's that body going? ]
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Nothing else is really new, beyond that. The presences themselves are pulling back, as well.]
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... Dey're draggin' 'em deeper into de place--everythin' goin' in deeper. Look like dey retreatin' for now. I... ain't sure it'd be a good idea to give chase. Big group of 'em. Bro, I... I dunno what to do... dat thing dey draggin'... it startin' to get harder to see.
[ He's. He's trying to say that body is getting cold, Lenka. ]
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[He does remember that Dyaus doesn't have eyes, or no eyes he can see, so that's the first thing Lenka goes with. He takes a deep, shuddering breath and lets it out, along with the last of his urge to reach across all this unseen distance and fix things that can't be fixed anymore. He's... thinking in combat mode now, though, reflexively trying to control the battlefield and its dangers. It's why he unthinkingly started giving orders despite really not being qualified to give orders right now. He just...
He takes a moment to wipe his face and give one last order.]
Okay. Let's go back.
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[ ... Cielo just... lets out a sad noise, after saying that, a sort of half-sigh, making another circle before doing a turn to go back on his orders. He'll head back to Cabin 2 and drop Lenka off on the ground, changing back next to him.
And then he looks at Lenka, as if unsure what to do, kinda fumbling with his own hands. He looks like he wants to say or do something. He feels like some sort of... physical gesture would be appropriate here. Something physically close. But he doesn't know Lenka well, does he? Would that be... the correct course of action?
His heart says Lenka really deserves that gesture, even if his mind isn't entirely sure what that gesture is, exactly. He'd seen Argilla cling to Serph, once. He... feels like Lenka deserves that. Something like it. ]
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Maybe he'll stay out here. Maybe that would be better, until he can gather himself back together, step over all the opened and reopened cracks in himself to face everyone again.
Lenka breathes in deep, shuddering, turns back to Cielo where they've both frozen and nods at him.]
Thanks. For... for stopping me. [he still doesn't know what he would have done, it's already nothing but a blur of desperation and darkness and trying to break through the knot in his chest by breaking through everything else; he looks down at his feet] And telling me what I needed to know.
[He won't go looking, now. There probably won't ever be anything to bury. He has to think about that later, and decide what to do. Tonight he'll stay here.]
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He swallows, but his mouth feels dry. Finally, he settles on: ]
... I'm sorry. Dis... it ain't right. Who... who decided dere got to be so much fightin'? Dey say dis place supposed to be all about us not doin' dat, but dey're lying.
... You was comrades. Dis ain't... dis ain't right.
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in Cabin 3 súp
What the hell do you think you're doing?
[ They needed that window, dude. To keep bugs and shit out, ]