II. (Action/Backdated/Shroomfield)

[anonnomnomnom]

[OOC: WARNING for minor gore and general creepiness. However, approaching him should be pretty harmless. If you dare.]

A. Action[It's getting later by now, the sun almost gone. Shadows are moving in and crowding the sidewalks -- there's one, however, that progresses steadily and unmistakably from streetlight to streetlight to streetlight

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[trueazure]

[Noel was out for a bit, and it's the smell of blood that catches her attention the moment she walks into the house. She immediately follows the trail, knocking on the bedroom door.]

A-are you okay? Is everyone - do I need to get a doctor?

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[richtighammer]

[Thor managed to escape the effects of the mushrooms himself - but he hasn't missed that half the town seems even stranger than usual. He's in the streets with his garage-forged warhammer at the ready, half-patrolling and half-investigating. He makes his way down a near-deserted street in the early evening, trying to avoid people who--

--what in the worlds?

He stops, squinting into the evening sunlight, unsure of what he sees. Is that person dragging a...? Thor halts, very conspicuously in Anon's line of sight.]

Stop, and name yourself!

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[fuckyeahsealand]

[Sealand, having just spoken to Rin not that long ago, is something close to horrified to see her state now.

Only not entirely horrified because he's angry more than anything else.]

Hey! Hey, let go of her!

[He hasn't quite processed that she's dead yet.]

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[itwasshambles]

[The smell of blood and death is all too familiar. Not exactly something he'd want to smell so soon after coming down from those hallucinations. He steadily makes his way towards the bedroom....

Anon, he's respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting his authority as a not!parent by coming in anyway.]

What's the meaning behind this?

[Cool, controlled anger. Far different from how he seemed just a few hours before.

Logan's not exactly perturbed, having seen far in past experience. Far worse from his own soldiers. Or Reaver. Honestly, he's probably a bit more concerned about the carpet than the corpse.]

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[fineinthefire]

[So apparently going out for a walk late at night wasn't a good idea when everyone and their mothers were tripping balls. He swore every couple of minutes he heard someone yelling somewhere or some other strange noise. And for a second he felt slight relief when he saw a familiar face. But that quickly dissipated and his survival instincts kicked in. Dammit he missed his chakrams right now. It was too late to slink off into the shadows. He was standing under a damn street light. Rookie mistake.]

Anon?