MISSION 2.A

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Participants: Shin, Sidney, Hajun, Atsushi
Location: Fourth Floor
Date: 08/08 - 08/14

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Comments

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( sidney is keeping himself between hajun and the wolf, because of course he is- he's an identity v oc and specifically designed to be a rescuer, body blocking is a legit strat and he's a bit more armed anyways. but he is following, in his own way, just- keeping his eyes on the wolf instead. )

cw disarming

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[ He's armed... too armed. He could stand to spare one of them—-

Backed into the living room with nothing in between them, the wolf is a blur that rushes at Sidney in a straight shot, a crunch and a snap and the sound of tearing flesh and splintering bone, the sight of the wolf playing tug-a-war with itself, one head with its fangs sunk into the hand that once held the weapon, another with jaws clamped down on the elbow once attached to Sidney's arm, a third turning back to the man and eyeing his other. ]

IM FUCKING CRYING O R I but yeah cw disarming, violence, uhhhh is this dissociation? it might be

[wolfetracks]

( this isn't the first time sidney's been hurt so badly- that the manor returned him whole and alive is a miracle of sorts. but the sound that escapes him this time is almost inhuman in the pain and rage- what thinks it's worthy of hurting him like this, after all he's endured?

but here's the thing: dying and breaking and dying more again and again and again does something to you. it rewires the mind on some level- if you die, you crawl back to life regardless of how it happened. if you lose a limb, you either put it back or you make whatever took it choke on it. if it hurts you, go down swinging.

so as the arm tears, he grits his teeth and with a rush of strength fueled by spite and the will to live, he's going to swing the axe directly into one of the heads with the arm still attached. keep going, keep fighting, keep running don't stop moving don't stop breathing, don't stop-

he knows he's moving but where? the- the pond. right- the pond. the trees and grass and sky all blur together on some level and he's not sure what's happening anymore aside from the urge to live. )

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[ And live they do, leaving the wolf behind them and throwing themselves into the unknown. ]