Ritual 19 - Vengeance

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Sheep
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Evening, Day 54 (to give some buffer to post-rescue talks during the day)

[Well THAT was a trip. But everyone is returned home relatively safely, the mushrooms are under control, and Death's eye is closed. Maybe things can return to semi-normalcy.

Lol. Lmao.

A dark shadow suddenly sweeps across the Pasture, and you'll find yourself forcibly yanked from where you stand, lay in bed, or otherwise where you're minding your business--though, some will be missed, inevitably. Those who get grabbed though get to glimpse at a massive shadow-like demon, wolf like in appearance but with giant ram horns, glaring down at you. His voice speaks as a whisper in your minds.

You will Speak his Vengeance.

If you do not speak it, I will enact it on his Behalf.

A random sheep waddles by, and then shadows overtake it--the poor sheep begins to contort, gasping for air as it's stretched and twisted into an unnatural eldritch mass, but still Very Much Alive. It rolls off to enjoy its eternal suffering.

And just like that you're yanked into the shadows, the demon's Intent clear in your heads. It's Ritual Time.]

[ooc: Please go to your rooms and check in if you are playing!
Daffodil + Teleute
Bluebell + Water Genshin Dude
Lily + Bombay
Thistle +Viscous
Clover + Your Name
Rose +Flare, Jackalope
Peony +Epel, Furina

RULES HERE. NO MINGLE, GO.]

Comments

[poisonista]

[ Everything is dark... he's panicking a little, and his magestone in his pocket is now showing 80% blot. ]

What happened... why is it dark?!

[jerkalope]

[ hopping over ]

Yo, Belle, it's over. You can't see anything?

[poisonista]

Warden?? I can't- everything is dark!

[ Turning in his direction. ]

Where is everyone? What happened to the other flocks?

[jerkalope]

It's over. I didn't have to roll anything else. The other flocks are free too and, eh, mostly okay.

...you didn't have anybody you cared about on the purple team, did you?

[poisonista]

...!!

Thistle? Just Ratatoskr and Odin-

[ Freezing. ]

What happened to them...

[jerkalope]

Ehn, let's just say maybe there's a silver lining to you not being able to see right now.

[poisonista]

[ He covers his mouth with a hand, feeling sick. ]


... did we do that to them...

[jerkalope]

Do you feel like contributing to their state renders you guilty even if there are other contributions that overshadow yours?

[ makes a clearing throat noise ]

...because in my esteemed estimation they got hit from way more than just us.

[poisonista]

It shouldn't, because we rolled for chance- but if they went through what Angel Devil and Leviathan went through earlier... repeatedly.


[ Oh, oh Seven... ]

Warden, please- Ratatoskr is Leviathan's brother. Please find out if they can be helped at all?!

[chasseurdebeaute]

[Actually hesitates for a moment when he spots him--but sees the oddness in how his gaze falls, how he seems to be wheeling a big trying to get his bearings.]


Belle--[approaching]

[poisonista]

Rubato?!

[ Somehow, hearing his voice makes the tears rise up at last. Sure he might have cube called him, but- ]


Where are you...

[chasseurdebeaute]

Right here, Belle--just give me a moment.

[We are like 90% of the way to overblotting but it's Rook, can he overblot, a mystery for another time! He is absolutely dousing himself in water magic because otherwise he would be entirely a sticky mess if Belle touched him--he wishes he could do more about the metallic smell, but leaving now will surely cause more distress]

[poisonista]

[ His sense of smell may not be as strong as a beastman, but he knows what blood smells like- he's quickly reaching out, trying to grab a hold of him, somehow. An arm, a shoulder, anything. Belle's own clothes are half clawed through over his right side, and sleeve- some reddening of skin can be seen but at least, no scarring. ]

Rubato, no! Where are you hurt?!

[ More ink blots! He's trying to use his healing magic- ]

Inside, they- my flock- Leviathan.... Angel Devil, their bodies were-!!

[chasseurdebeaute]

I am not hurt anymore, fair Belle--and it seems the situation is the same with the rest of your flock--but you have something lingering?

[poisonista]

[ There's only a moment's relief, before he finally does- reach out and grab Rubato, and tugs him in to hug tight, bursting into tears. At least these are a young man's wails and not an old man's! ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[honestly if Belle starts crying Rubato is also going to start crying, if more quietly--he's stressed. Holds him gently and then more tightly--sorry you're gonna get soaked through in this weather.]

Aah.. I'm sorry, mon coeur...

[beathollow]

( amidst the running around like a panicked cat- which she is.- sonata skids to a stop- )

Ah- oh no i never got your name after you picked one i'm sorry- um. Let me try to heal you. I can't fix your sight yet, but-

( belle gets... a six! a little over half-way healed. )

[poisonista]

It's Belle- Belle Melusine!

[ He'll be able to heal his vision faster! Though this might go into recovering the slash wounds he got earlier. ]

Miss Sonata? That's you, isn't it?

[beathollow]

It is, yes. I can only do one roll pr person every few hours, but... this should bring you a little over half-way.

[poisonista]

I still... my vision isn't back yet, but I hope... [ He's going to try and reach out to touch her. ] Can you hear at all?!

[beathollow]

( )

They were going to let me rest before we tried again. This ritual occurred while I was sleeping... Where should I bring you? The clinic, or your barn? Or... to someone else?

[poisonista]

Apple... where is Apple? He's a Weed- beautiful face, lake blue eyes, rosy cheeks and lavender hair... He just arrived mere hours ago...

[beathollow]

I haven't seen anyone like that, I'm sorry. But... this may mean he was uninvolved.

im sorry angie is a bastard

[finalbows]

[ oh, hell, Belle. he thought he was fine, but then he hears why is it dark?. turns around. there's will suddenly be a sensation of some sort of unfamiliar healing spell being cast upon Belle, not targeting his wounds but something else... but alas, it does nothing.

angel devil grimaces. then sees the little fluffy Warden by his side...
no injuries. nothing he can fix.

...
quietly breathes out. and takes off for the problems he CAN fix. ]

I mean that's being realistic

[poisonista]

[ He feels the magic and isn't sure where it's coming from- he doesn't know Kuja's magic just yet, but. Right now he's trying not to panic, and having Jackalope's soft cuddles will probably be better than Belle breaking down into ugly crying on him like he will with Rubato. U good, Angie! ]