May the odds...

[justabignobody]

Characters: Minglelog for anyone not involved in the event
Setting: During the first part of the event, in the media room or near any terminal
Format: Whatever!
Summary: As Ruana's chosen dogs set out to hunt and/or run, the rest of the tower watches.
Warnings: very possibly mentions of violence and character death? Will update as needed!

[Sometimes in the morning, strange events start to be broadcasted to the screens of the media room and the terminal, showing familiar faces, though some maybe in not quite so familiar get-ups. Looks like Ruana's game is just about to start!]

Comments

[provenworth]

[You'll have to pardon Elena, Rick. Elena doesn't quite know what a horse is. The only animal she's familiar riding on is a Chocobo. And Rick don't look like no chocobo.

But, hey, she's a brave lady and didn't run off. If anything, she's got a hand outstretched, a silent request to touch his nose.]

No, huh? I'd be neat to see you change into a Malboro.

oh dear, bad roll

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick would explain, but multiple things are working against him right now. For starters, he's a horse and is, therefore, incapable of speaking. Second, he is moments away from disappearing into the void.]

[As the horse cranes his neck and extends his velvet nose to sniff at Elena's hand, he vanishes.]

OH SHIT

[provenworth]

[Okay, so despite the fact that this might not be as enjoyable for Rick as it was for Elena, this was actually rather interesting. To see the man shift and change into various animals.

Though, the fact that he then just ups and disappears earns a noise of shock. And she's panicked. He'd been right there. Hands feel at the air where he'd been standing, probably looking like an idiot, groping at nothing.]

Rick? RICK? [Hello full on panic attack. Because one of her recruits just up and disappeared in front of her and she didn't know how it happened or why it happened or if he was ever going ot come back.] RICK?!