[the moment (????) is officially shattered when adiris opens her mouth. of all the ways ash is prepared to die, getting showered in an avalanche of putrid bile isn't one of them. he's so caught off guard that he doesn't even have time to shut his mouth or close his eyes.
which is kind of a problem, given the sheer amount of it adiris releases all over the locker. it doesn't spew out at ash so much as shoot out with the force of a fire hose. it overflows in the locker. the smell of incense is utterly snuffed out by the stench of stomach acid and rotting flesh. ash chokes on it just as much as he sputters for air as he brings his hands up to ineffectively shield himself.
a flood of bile spills out all over the ground; with it comes ash himself. it has the unintended side effect of turning the asylum's floor into the world's filthiest slip and slide, allowing ash to slide out from under adiris' grasping hands, literally missing her by inches.
in another room down the hallway, one of the generators rumbles to life.]
[ there are others who deserve punishment by her hands, but this man — this strange one who glides out of her hands when she nearly takes hold of him — brings in the evil that lurks in the woods. an evil that will stain the beauty of her gods world. therefore, it must be cleansed and destroyed before anything else should happen.
ashley williams deserves to be sacrificed for his foolish attempts, that adiris believes deep withing her heart while pushing other thoughts away. this is not a mistake and it is not her in the wrong.
(... if she's wrong, then what's the point of doing this? what's the point of her own chance at helping her people? at pleasing the sea goat?) ]
You will be punished!
[ a scream that echoes throughout the hallways as she ignores the direction of the now running generator. their deaths will follow after she is done with him. immediately she follows, the gold she wears glittering beneath lerys flickering lights, and releases a stream of bile the moment she sets her sights on the running man. ]
[the stealthy pitter-patter of footsteps on the opposite end of the hallway is drowned out by ash's louder, clumsier feet as he scrambles to get his bearings and run at the same time. no such luck. trying to keep his balance is like trying to dash across ice without skates. his shoes squeak obscenely on the cracked tiles slathered in greenish brown bile. god, it's even in his eyes, and the stench, holy shit—
one of his legs buckles. ash pinwheels his arms, desperately trying to stay afloat in a sea of filth. somehow, he manages to kick off the ground without falling flat on his ass, and the surge of dizzying, manic, wonderful triumph that surges through him is like a much needed shot of adrenaline straight to his heart, better than water, air—
until he sees a glint of gold catching off the side of a rusty gurney. for some ungodly reason that defies all human logic and common sense, ash looks over his shoulder.
adiris' dress billows behind her like a character straight from a victorian ghost story, the chain of her thurible clanking as she storms toward him. lery's sickly lighting does nothing to conceal the worst of the damage the disease has done to her; now that they're out in the open, ash can see everything. one of her eye sockets is empty, oozing like an open sore. her other intact one looks so righteously pissed off that it makes whatever she screams at him sound like a grumble.
or that could just be the puke.
ash tries to outrun it, and for a split second as he dashes past the open doors to the operating theater where faint mechanical tinkering can be heard, it seems like he might actually succeed. until he starts to skid. his feet give out from under him and he goes sliding the rest of the way, spinning like a bowling ball around the corner, straight into a makeshift archway bracketed by stacked wooden pallets.
he accidentally hits one of the pallets with his leg and brings it down.]
[ an irate, garbled groan leaves her throat; the golden helm shifts the moment lumber makes contact with her head. there is still a certain amount of vanity left in adiris that has her adjust the headpiece back in place before showing off the raw strength of the entity's gifts and her frustration combined: splinters fly off with one swing before she slams it down, breaking the pallet in half.
she has a duty to fulfill with blood sacrifices, but also an itch to scratch as she follows the trail blood and vomit on the ground. ashley williams grows more and more vexing despite only seeing him for a few minutes — perhaps one to be killed by her own hands? will the sea goat allow her this? her god needs blood and flesh for its claws to grab hold and skewer.
(the god of creation and the sea uses spider legs for convenience, surely.)
loosening her hold on the chain, adiris lets the chain slide down long enough for it to reach near double its length. it's once ash is in her sights that she tries to throw it towards him, aiming her censer — the bottom of it sharp enough to make a man bleed with enough force — towards his legs in attempt to trip him once more.
the faster survivors forces adiris to learn how to catch people better. the one with the red hair is always quick on her feet, but the moment she's caught adiris knows the others can be as well. ]
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which is kind of a problem, given the sheer amount of it adiris releases all over the locker. it doesn't spew out at ash so much as shoot out with the force of a fire hose. it overflows in the locker. the smell of incense is utterly snuffed out by the stench of stomach acid and rotting flesh. ash chokes on it just as much as he sputters for air as he brings his hands up to ineffectively shield himself.
a flood of bile spills out all over the ground; with it comes ash himself. it has the unintended side effect of turning the asylum's floor into the world's filthiest slip and slide, allowing ash to slide out from under adiris' grasping hands, literally missing her by inches.
in another room down the hallway, one of the generators rumbles to life.]
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ashley williams deserves to be sacrificed for his foolish attempts, that adiris believes deep withing her heart while pushing other thoughts away. this is not a mistake and it is not her in the wrong.
(... if she's wrong, then what's the point of doing this? what's the point of her own chance at helping her people? at pleasing the sea goat?) ]
You will be punished!
[ a scream that echoes throughout the hallways as she ignores the direction of the now running generator. their deaths will follow after she is done with him. immediately she follows, the gold she wears glittering beneath lerys flickering lights, and releases a stream of bile the moment she sets her sights on the running man. ]
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one of his legs buckles. ash pinwheels his arms, desperately trying to stay afloat in a sea of filth. somehow, he manages to kick off the ground without falling flat on his ass, and the surge of dizzying, manic, wonderful triumph that surges through him is like a much needed shot of adrenaline straight to his heart, better than water, air—
until he sees a glint of gold catching off the side of a rusty gurney. for some ungodly reason that defies all human logic and common sense, ash looks over his shoulder.
adiris' dress billows behind her like a character straight from a victorian ghost story, the chain of her thurible clanking as she storms toward him. lery's sickly lighting does nothing to conceal the worst of the damage the disease has done to her; now that they're out in the open, ash can see everything. one of her eye sockets is empty, oozing like an open sore. her other intact one looks so righteously pissed off that it makes whatever she screams at him sound like a grumble.
or that could just be the puke.
ash tries to outrun it, and for a split second as he dashes past the open doors to the operating theater where faint mechanical tinkering can be heard, it seems like he might actually succeed. until he starts to skid. his feet give out from under him and he goes sliding the rest of the way, spinning like a bowling ball around the corner, straight into a makeshift archway bracketed by stacked wooden pallets.
he accidentally hits one of the pallets with his leg and brings it down.]
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she has a duty to fulfill with blood sacrifices, but also an itch to scratch as she follows the trail blood and vomit on the ground. ashley williams grows more and more vexing despite only seeing him for a few minutes — perhaps one to be killed by her own hands? will the sea goat allow her this? her god needs blood and flesh for its claws to grab hold and skewer.
(the god of creation and the sea uses spider legs for convenience, surely.)
loosening her hold on the chain, adiris lets the chain slide down long enough for it to reach near double its length. it's once ash is in her sights that she tries to throw it towards him, aiming her censer — the bottom of it sharp enough to make a man bleed with enough force — towards his legs in attempt to trip him once more.
the faster survivors forces adiris to learn how to catch people better. the one with the red hair is always quick on her feet, but the moment she's caught adiris knows the others can be as well. ]