mythalenaste: (tread softly when you leave)
Pel ([personal profile] mythalenaste) wrote in [community profile] faderift2017-11-01 04:19 pm

PLAYER PLOT: Enfenim

WHO: Pel, Sina, Cyril, Beleth, Sorrel, Myr, Saoirse, side of Anders and Alistair
WHAT: A demon has trapped Pel in the Fade.
WHEN: Forward-Dated to 25 Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, the Fade
NOTES: Trigger warning bonanza for insects, body horror, corpses, dismemberment/maiming, death, illness, drowning, blood + will update if any more happen.






What am I to do with all of these dolls?
They've covered the floors, they've covered the walls.
They're stacked up chin-high all over the floor,
But my greedy child is screaming for more...
faithlikeaseed: (blind - sad smile)

[personal profile] faithlikeaseed 2017-12-14 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
Waking is--

Difficult. It always is, to give up sight in the Fade for its absence on this side of the Veil. Compounded by being partly in the company of strangers (whose faces he now knows when there are other, dearer ones he does not), and again that he's not been sleeping well since Nevarra... So Myr is slow to sit up, folding briefly in on himself as he sifts through those last memories of Pel's nightmare and puts them in their proper place. (As he hoists up his usual warm disposition and fixes it firmly in place.)

"Of course we did," he says at last, echoing Sorrel--less the grumpiness. "You'd do the same for us, after all." He swings his legs off the cot, feeling around to find his staff and take it up again before standing and giving Pel's direction a fond, sad smile.

"We're glad to have you back."
justice_is_blond: (Just a little amused)

[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2017-12-14 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He closely watches the rest of them as they get up, not for risk to Pel, but to evaluate if there might be any lingering damage from the Fade. Injuries there don't always translate to the living realm, it's inconsistent. But they might... and they don't seem to have. They're moving slowly, but not gingerly.

Nodding to himself more than anyone else, Anders steps back and leans against the wall, a little tired himself. More than a little tired, but this has nothing on when he'd been possessed so he's all right.

"Some of us just came to play with the baby while the others did the work," he says, a little smile on his face and in his voice.