if you're seeing things running through your head, who can you call ♞ THE GRAND HALL; OPEN

[knightwinged]

The raven looks quite a sight as he stumbles through the doorway to the gardens, and for a moment he just lingers there, not quite leaning against the wall but not quite looking like he's supporting his own weight either. He actually looks quite a sight because despite the darkness and despite his colouring, he's quite visible at the moment, eyes a luminous white and his whole body suffused in a softly flickering light of the same shade—which does indeed look quite strange when it like the candles has its brilliance dampened by his presence and yet not at the same time.

The moment passes quickly, however, and in the next he's taking flight. His movements are forced in a way that doesn't seem to have to do with how ragged and worn he looks (and it'd probably be worse if it weren't for his constant state of obscurity) or the way one of his wings doesn't seem to be moving in a manner that looks quite right.

But for the most part, there's nothing wrong.

You know, except for the part where he's indiscriminately lashing out at whatever happens to be within his vicinity, both with the sting of talon and something else, because marks tear themselves into the walls, onto the doors, through the candlesticks without his ever touching them. Possibly some tables are flipped.

Yeah, maybe not a good idea to just stand around. Getting out of the way might be a start.

[[ooc: multiple threads, piling into one; action, prose, whatever works, go for it! obviously safety is not guaranteed but that's overrated anyway, right? right.]]

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[justbeclaws]

She knows she has it, knows there are wings beneath her hands and nothing free to hit her, but it hits her anyway, something she can't see and is in no position to stop. Blunt force strikes her full in the sternum, and the only thing she can do to even mitigate the blow is flow with it and let it punch her into the air. She hits the ground in a roll that ends in the wall, with nothing but a few feathers for her trouble and no breath in her lungs. It takes a full minute before she can try to push herself up. It was not her best idea; pain stabs her ribs and she crumples again.

She settles for rolling until she can see the rest of the room. The valravn is gone, unless it's hiding somewhere in the shadows, but the hall is too quiet for that.

Huo's down, and the dark spots on them can only be blood. They're down...(Their hair is too bright, but in the poor light their skin could be grey, their blood could be green.) She staggers to her feet, ignoring the pain, and stumbles across the floor. "Get up!" she shouts, or means to shout, but she breathes too deep and the words vanish in a pained cough. "Get up! You have to get up!" She's not sure in the moment what will happen if they don't.

[manelesscatking]

The voice the page hears is wrong; there's supposed to be a man to save them, but the voice is pitched too high and telling them to do something that will barely help.

They scream again as the dull practice sword flashes, a slow and painful death attending them. The boy is determined, in their mind's eye; if their eyes weren't closed they would be able to see a murderous glint. The typewriter, the grotesque, and the retreating bird are wholly forgotten in the midst of their panic.

[justbeclaws]

She's moving as if in a dream, and it does feel like the worst kind of dream: she's back there, only this time she can't run. They're chasing her (she can't hear them, but she didn't hear the last thing that hit her either), she knows, she can't see them but she knows, and no one will help.

In her mind the hall is thronged with half-recognized figures who do nothing but watch.

She reels her way to the page, gripped by the necessity of flight but determined to somehow fight the nightmare. She's not going to leave them this time.

She drops to her knees by their side. She would find it hard to run away and leave them if she wanted to. She shakes them by the shoulder. "Please, please get up, please!" If they're alive, they can run and not be caught.