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

[culbutiri]

[Nesir screams in pain, her feet slip as she snatches the now fingerless hand- it was her right, the one already damaged, from the hole.

She clung onto a branch with her left hand, kicking her legs, trying to find a foot hold as blood pours from her other hand. Everything was pain and Nesir plunged into the emptiness to escape it, so she could think.]

[animusnpcs]

[Nothing leaves the hole, at least; as long as she doesn't fall out of the tree in her panic she should be alright, as there's a branch not too far beneath the hole.]

[culbutiri]

[Safe in the emptiness there was no panic and she lowered herself down until she got to the branch. She crawled over to the point nearest the tree trunk and sat leaning on it, her legs wrapped round the branch. She bunched up her shirt to attempt to stem the bleeding, pressing down hard, still in the emptiness where pain was muffled.

If she's not disturbed she will just stay here until the rounds over. She is done with this stupid finger biting owl and the stupid lady who couldn't keep track of her fingers.]

[friendlyfiend]

[As it turns out, she doesn't quite go undisturbed.

It takes him a good while to locate her, but she's eventually joined in the treetop by a jackal-headed creature with an apologetic expression. All that searching and the person he had been looking for was right below where he had started. How callous had that looked, seizing the prize and then flying off while she huddled and bled? Moving slowly in an effort not to startle her into falling, he maneuvers into the girl's field of vision and tries to attract her attention.]

...Hello?

[culbutiri]

[She's not huddling she's just... strategically retreated and is waiting until she's losing less blood.

Or something. She looks warily at the creature as it approaches, thinking that at least if she is killed she will come back fingers intact.]

What do you be wanting?

[friendlyfiend]

Do you know if anyone here has healing? Magic is working again now, and I could take you to them.

[Killing is about the farthest thing from his mind right now... and even if he knew what she was thinking, he doesn't quite share her faith in the restorative powers of these false deaths. Ruana doesn't seem the sort to leave her victims with such an easy out.]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir shook her head] I do no be knowing anyone here.

[It was true, out of all the sort of friends, allies and even people she couldn't stand that she had met in the tower, none of them were in this living dream.]

[friendlyfiend]

..And my own powers lie elsewhere, sorry to say.

[Well, so much for that idea.]

I can help you down from there, at least.

[culbutiri]

[Nesir hated owing people anything, she hated being in their debt. But after a moment she nodded, there was no way she could get down the tree without help.] That would be being kind of you. Thank you.

[friendlyfiend]

No trouble at all, my dear.

[Taking care not to jostle the girl around too much, the fiend carefully scoops her up into a carrying position before slowly floating back to the ground.]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir was glad to get out of the tree, once they hit ground she stood up stiffly, joints aching.] I do be thanking you.