Little Finger

[animusmods]

Characters: characters participating in the Little Finger game
Setting: a riverbank at night in a dream
Format: any
Summary: It's time to search
Warnings: general creepiness and horror warnings

ROUND ONE (complete): mingle | search
ROUND TWO: mingle | search


Round One [COMPLETE]
NO SUPERHUMAN POWERS; SEARCH THE GRASS, BUSHES, TREES, OR THE RIVER ITSELF
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Thick fog coats the area behind the gate, across the river, and perhaps twenty feet in either direction from where you stand. Going into this fog, you feel, would be extremely dangerous--possibly suicidal. Eventually the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand and the little finger on her right hand.

"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing six of them."

It doesn't look like you have a choice.

Round Two [FOUR FINGERS REMAIN]
SUPERHUMAN POWERS ACTIVE; SEARCH ALL PREVIOUS AREAS, BRIDGE, LAWN
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Wait, this has happened before--welcome to round two. You didn't find anything last time, and that's why you're here now. The fog remains, but it's drawn back a bit--travelling to the bridge, a simple wooden structure, is now possible without entering the fog, and the gate opens into the lawn of a house. The house itself is yet covered in fog, but there's a doghouse and the lawn itself to search through. Going into the fog still feels impossibly dangerous.

Eventually, the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand.

"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing five of them."

It doesn't look like you have a choice. All wounds remain from the previous round. Anyone killed last round returns, but they have a scar that reflects their manner of death.

Round Three
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Round Four
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Round Five
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Round Six
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Comments

[relinquishing]

[Well that's not unsettling at all.

He backtracks clear to the gate, hesitating only for a moment before opening it just enough to slip to the other side. A hand is already at the hilt his sword and his footing is as close as he can manage to the edge of the fence, eyes trained at the fog. A guard for the prize, maybe? It was a bit of a risk, but as long as he keeps aware...

Slow and steady he goes, then. Perhaps there's something to be found in the grass on this side.]

[animusnpcs]

[The gate slams shut. Something, bloody from a recent kill and with far too many teeth for the size of its mouth, lunges at him.]

[relinquishing]

[The sound of the gate is brief enough a distraction that the blonde's sword is barely drawn in time, blade out but not enough to make a full swing. So instead he's met with a sudden mouth full of blood and flesh and fangs, and he has hardly enough room to take a steady step back before the creature's weight is on top of him. Caught off-guard, he can only attempt a hasty counter with a grunt, hoping to use the creature's own momentum against it.]

[animusnpcs]

[With its weight on him, it easily drags him back into the fog to tear him to pieces.

Guy is out for the remainder of the round. He will return for round two.]