#crooked.event

[twistedxpromises]

open | kaia x anyone location: outskirts of lupis (again, wolf territory, but open to anyone I promise!) @crookedsoulsstarters​

As soon as the darkness struck, Kaia sent a majority of her guards patrolling the perimeter away. Keeping a select few, she and the small group stalked the borders, making sure this wasn’t a targeted attack on them. Would it make sense to have more bodies out here in case things went south? Theoretically, yes. However, Kaia liked to have plenty of betas safe in their respective spaces that she could call out to with a howl. Ensuring they were safe until they were needed. There were plenty that wanted to argue with her, saying she shouldn’t be out patrolling as the alpha, but there was no way in hell she was putting her betas at risk and not herself. They were a team. A pack where everyone pulled their weight. What kind of leader would she be if she just let others do the grunt work for her? The night vision the wolves had was a true blessing in this situation, she could see almost just as well as she could if it were broad daylight. Spotting movement in the tree line. She froze, calling out in a loud voice, a low growl behind it. “Show yourself.”

[fallenariel]

Location: Outside | Anywhere Who: Open Event Starter

As it turns out, Ariel could prove to be far more useful to the Hideout than strictly providing scientific data and magic. The darkness that settled over the land gave the fallen angel an opportunity to help the community of humans around him in a more tangible way, to be their eyes when they could not see, to lead them forward into the everlasting night. An angel’s occupation consisted mainly of guiding humans on the path to righteousness— he was no stranger to the task. And though he was no longer bound to the will of God, Ariel would not let an innocent being wander into unknown dangers. 

With his heightened vision, the angel caught sight of a line of predators along the forrest’s edge, thriving in the darkness, feasting on the poor blinded souls wandering into their trap. Ariel could just make out the form of a stumbling stranger nearing the trees and, in an instant, he was at their side, whispering with an air of urgency. “I would not venture far ahead.” With caution, Ariel wrapped his fingers loosely around an elbow from behind, holding them in place as glowing orbs met their blank gaze. “You can trust me.”

[blurryskies]

open: anyone part one of the event

Midnight.

There’s a bounce in Mateo’s step as he maneuvers his way around the crowd. It’s the lights, the noise, the all encompassing feeling of ‘this is something new, something bright, something wonderful -- come and distract yourself’ that draws the man in. The games provide an added bonus that feeds on to the hype and Mateo’s not ashamed to admit that it’s definitely winning him over. Although it looks a little unconventional, he figures that the surface world may differ greatly from home on what they consider ‘fun.’ He wants to partake, wants to bask in the moment that has Mateo’s excitement practically thrumming through his veins. 

It’s always the first times that are remembered.

There’s a shout -- glee or fear, he’s not quite sure -- that distracts him from looking for something to eat. Blade Spinner. He makes his way, stands amongst the people that watch and tries to learn. Eyes widen as he takes in the volunteers, each thwop of the blade against the board making him flinch. Those close calls definitely will haunt him later tonight -- much more with those that actually ‘win.’

It’s the challenge that’s thrown that has O’Riley actually considering. Training has mastered his aim and even with the push and pull of the water, he’s sure he could do it -- maybe. Turning towards those nearest him, he gives them a nudge with his shoulder. “The point is just to hit them, right?” Mateo hopes that there’s a twist in there somewhere. “Wouldn’t that be --,” an audible gulp is evidence of the man’s nerves; he’s never had to hurt for fun before. “--easier than trying to avoid the person?”

[blurryskies]

open: anyone part three of the event

TW: INJURY , BURNS

Up close and personal; let the show begin.

Yasmin is practically vibrating in her seat. Whilst she doesn’t want to admit it -- childlike endeavors are never seen as attractive -- she’s been excited for the carnival the moment she set her sights on the name on her ticket. Those around her might have shared the same sentiment -- she doesn’t know, as all her attention is focused on trying to see just what’s hidden in the darkness. Yasmin doesn’t get much so she’s off pouting until the music starts and the lights come back on. Her eyes are transfixed on the man that stands in the middle, the earlier bang jolting her out of the way she’s still shaking from what seemed to be a dragon amongst them. 

Cute.

The anticipation builds until the show starts, Yasmin’s face dropping with each ‘act’ that comes about. It’s something straight out of a story book and she’s left disappointed. She’s about to stand and head out when someone beats her to it. 

And so it really begins. 

Yasmin gets no warning as she’s practically blown from her seat, her attention on the corpse that hang high above their heads. The dragon -- and she’s real sure of it this time -- flies above them and she’s only met with a quick second of pause before the heat starts to burn its way across her skin, boils already making their marks at the expanse of her body. The scream comes from her throat as she tries in vain to heal, berating herself for not consuming before then. 

Eyes closed, she tries to get a feel of the damage, wincing at where the burns still remain. She would have to fix that later. Once they flutter back open, Yasmin sees she’s no longer in the tent, the maze surrounding her in all sides. She stands, the action of which leaves her to fall back down, legs shaking at the impact. 

“Help,” she tries to cry out, though her voice is hoarse stuck in her throat with ash. “Please help me.” 

[blurryskies]

open: grandstand 1 part two of the event

The curtains give way; finally, something’s happening.

Seraphina, like the rest, start to make her way towards the tent, pulled forth by the crowd. Everyone’s excited; she’s just curious. There’s too many people, she muses, but she’s known that from the beginning. It’s surprising that the truce holds. There’s always that one hot head that ruins it all for everyone. Maybe they’re not as stupid as she’s made them out to be. Still, she keeps her guard up. No one can be trusted; give someone the chance and they’ll use any opportunity to use anything against you. Her mind flits over to Axel and the irritation flares. Is he here? Would he even go through something like this? The thoughts keep her occupied until she remembers that she doesn’t care, that she shouldn’t care. 

The plaques catch her attention right away -- a little too gaudy for her taste, but Seraphina’s never been a fan of the carnival anyway. She finds her name rather quickly, takes her seat, and tries to ignore everyone else around her. If she’s lucky, they’ll be doing the same. The voices carry around the tent, but she keeps her eyes on the ring in the center. An announcement cuts through the noise, catching the fallen angel off guard. It’s a little unsettling: just exactly who is Khaos and how did he manage to fit way too many bodies in such an enclosed space for ‘entertainment?’

It’s the clowns that almost make her leave, eyes wide as she accepts a drink. She says her thanks and waits for them to leave before setting the cup on the ground. Seraphina isn’t naive enough to actually take a sip even if those around her have done so. There’s no effects right away -- an indicator that she’s probably just paranoid -- but she doesn’t want to take the chance. 

Waiting has never been troubling for her. 

From her peripherals, she sees someone taking a snack from those that have been roaming the area -- presumably employees of their host. “Where do you think they found the budget for everything,” the question slips before she can reel it in. Oh well. “You planning on eating whatever the hell they just gave you?”

[twistedxpromises]

closed thread | kaia & evangeline  location: davenport estate - blood feast @sinful-souls​

Something wasn’t right. Yes, it made sense that the Davenport’s would throw a massive feast to select their new Overlord, but these boxes... they didn’t seem right. The vampires kept their masks on, so really, Kaia was only going off of suspicion. She wouldn’t have actively done anything except avoid the boxes until she lost Kace’s scent. Yes, she was in tune to the scents of her entire pack, but Kace’s was special. She always felt a comfort in knowing that he was there from scent alone, even if she couldn’t see him. It had just been there a second ago, and now, it was gone. 

Quickly, Kaia found Lina and pulled her to the side. On the outside, the Alpha was as calm and collected as normal, but she knew Lina would be able to see the panic behind her eyes. The other girl knew Kaia far too well. “Kace is missing.” Obviously, she couldn’t know that for sure, but she was fairly certain. “His scent was all over, and now it’s just gone. You have to help me find him.” 

[fallenariel]

EVENT SELF-PARA TW: TORTURE, HALLUCINATIONS

It started as a scratch— dull magic cutting into Ariel’s skin until every inch of him was vibrating with it, growing hotter and more intense as the cement walls rose around him. Tearing. Ripping. All at once, there was no telling what was real or imaginary but the pain was present nonetheless, electric and vibrant, slashing through his back again and again as his wings were relentlessly torn from him, trapped in an endless loop. Ariel thought he knew torment, thought he knew how to escape it, but this was something else entirely. Soul-crushing, mind-piercing, body-breaking. Transformative. As he blinked, the fallen saw nothing but the blinding white light of pain, his bones aching with the effort of resisting another tear, jaw unhinged as he silently screeched.

In the back of his mind, Ariel tried to fight the hallucinations, knowing full well he needed to protect the less powerful victims of Khaos. But the pain of his ripping wings began to morph into something desirable, his mind craving the notion of having his wings back in the first place. It was a small price to pay, this cycle of torment, if it provided him with the illusion of his old existence, of flying. Tension curling his form, pushing him deeper into mindless despair, Ariel whispered gratitude between his screams, pressing into the ground as it barely held him upright.

Had it been minutes, weeks, months since he’d last known sanity? Known ease and serenity? Known power? The sudden palm on his shoulder did nothing to inform him of the time past, did nothing to heal him, to help him. It only distracted Ariel from what his twisted mind now desired and madness was evident in his glowing eyes when he looked towards the perpetrator. 

“STOP.” Hissing— even he, himself, did not know exactly what he was asking for, but when the contact dulled the torment again, ever so slightly, Ariel grabbed the hand forcefully, his body no longer his own. “Don’t touch me.” The angel sobbed, pleaded, begged the other to leave him although he could hardly make out their form beyond the vision of pain. His mind was convinced; he did not need saving, he was being saved now. This was what he deserved. This was what he desired. Choking on his own breath, Ariel tried to focus his eyes to no avail, crying desperately as another tear ripped through his form. “I need it.”