voidshift | [superhell pcs] hunter (blond)

[hello hunter. ryn's busy checking out what they can see of the dorms, already changed into a different outfit-- long-sleeved, high-necked dark grey robes and gloves, leaving only his face and ears uncovered. nooo more jumpsuit.]

...so, what do you make of our [air quotes included] 'eternal punishment'.

[hey what the fuck i did NOT get a notif on our first pc. god. we're fixing it now because he's seeking out hunter, wherever he happens to be, however long after execution works for you.]

Hunter? How's your condition.

[straight to the point. he might not heal anymore, but still.]

[their COMMON ROOM. fuck. rynlan is standing in here, just staring despondently at the absolute mess it has become.]

Why. I don't even care how, just- why.

[hi hunter... ryn is in the foodcourt, looking over the available options with a little frown.

the siamese cat perched on his shoulder meows, demanding, and he mutters-]

Yes, yes, I know, we're going to have to figure something out for you.

[god WELL THAT ALL HAPPENED. he's coming to find hunter wherever he is afterward, brows furrowed in a frown.]

Have you had everything seen to? If you tell me no I'm going to have words with a few people, believe me.

[hello hunter... it's much easier for me to frontload memories, so we're starting off with getting dumped right into the memory hole.

the version of rynlan on the screen is-- a lot different. clearly a lot younger, and not at all blue, with none of the usual echo in his voice. he's pale, blond, with a long braid that reaches to his waist.

it's stained here and there with blood where it's brushed against the floor, his sleeves and the front and hem of his robes similarly reddened. most of it isn't his own, though; the bodies all around him are covered in it, the urgent voices of other healers cutting in over their muffled noises of pain.

'dawnslight. any luck?'

he doesn't look up from his work, exhaustion clear on his face as his hands glow with warm light, desperately trying to restore the half-conscious elf he's kneeling next to. 'no, sir. this disease-- it won't purge. these wounds are heavily infected. i'm doing all i can and it's barely even...'

the elf makes a choked, pained sound, struggling to breathe, and his ears flatten back.

'...as i thought,' the older healer murmurs. 'the scourge carry plagues. we're only dragging out the inevitable, here-- save every one of them that you can, but if you see signs of infection, you need to... you need to reserve your energy.'

'sir-?' he asks, glancing up, his voice disbelieving and shaky, but... he asks nothing else after looking at the man's face. at the way the lines on it look almost like he's aged just from what they've gone through so far today, the unmistakable twist of grief to his expression. rynlan's ears droop, and when he can find his voice again, he whispers, '...understood.'

the bodies are ordered burned. more injured elves continue to be brought in, the chaos of their makeshift field ward and the number of bodies growing, until the sounds of alarm bells and distant shouts and screams carry over the sounds here. a ranger, barely still on his feet, shoves his way in smelling of smoke and hoarsely croaks out-- 'the dead broke through. they've broken through.'

there's no way out, from their position. the grim expressions around the area make it clear enough.

'tell our guard they're defending this position.'

'understood.'

...and back in hell, rynlan watches the memory fade out in silence, eyes closing for a few moments before he murmurs-]

Elu'meniel mal alann.

[hi... wherever hunter is, ryn happens to be there also. he's not actively smoking right now, but he does still smell like weed.]

...rough one again.

[Looking for him before curfew! Where is he resting? Please be resting.]

[hi hunter.

he's literally just sitting on the floor somewhere, he did not make it all the way to his room before he was just Done.]

[let's do the biomes why not

entering the home biome with rynlan leaves it shaping itself into something familiar to him: they're standing by a small pond in a forest, peaceful and calm, with birdsong and the occasional screech of some unfamiliar sort of animal providing background noise.

rynlan doesn't say anything, at first. he's just standing at the edge of the pond, leaning heavily on his makeshift cane as he silently takes in the view.]

[hi hunter. he's sitting somewhere in the new bar, hoodie pulled up to cover his ears, shivering a little. why has he not left? good question.]

Should have brought a coat...

[HELP... RYNLAN, YOUR BOY BAND SHIRT... He's looking for him before curfew! Where is he now?]

w0 sunday

w0 sunday... 2!

w1 wednesday

w1 sunday

w2 thursday aaaa

w3 monday

w3 sunday

week four, thursday.

w4 saturday

w5 monday

w6 monday

week six, thursday.