[Open] The Mark of the Herald

[thewatchers]

Mark of the Herald Part I
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Despite certain disruptive events and ominous visions in the preceding month, August is seemingly still free of any problems.

That’s quick to change, however. Starting from the third of the month, strange, circular marks begin to appear on human students around the school - and, indeed, humans around the world. Those affected begin to feel incurably drowsy, something that no magical or mundane solution can seem to cure or relieve; eventually, they’ll fall asleep entirely, whether they want to or not, and enter a state of magical stasis. Not even nonhumans are immune, though whether they’re marked seems to be much more erratic.

Those who remain awake or are otherwise spared by the mark are free to do as they wish - the Academy won’t ask them to do more than keep themselves safe. But where each marked person falls in slumber, a portal will form; a strange tear in reality, offering glimpses of a surreal, nightmarish plane that differs vastly from individual to individual. One thing is certain; the cause of a victim’s seemingly endless sleep and these portals are linked somehow, and the only way to find out exactly how is to go through...and the only ones capable of doing so are those who are still awake.

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[shockingblue]

[Hornet's stubbornness in this world goes largely unnoticed, as she might expect. An empty world around her is something not entirely unknown to her, and yet throughout, that building looms over all of it. Her caution in approaching it is... quite understandable. And perhaps, even warranted. Bastions of order in a dead world are rarely keen on outsiders.

Once she approaches the front of the building, she will see various shadowy, faceless humanoids moving about inside, beyond the sliding automatic doors. While she's outside, they seemingly pay her no mind, milling about erratically in ways that make no sense to an observer. Perhaps there is method in this madness for them, but it is pointedly alien for most creatures to make sense of.

The front door does not appear to be locked, and appears to be the only way in on the ground floor. However, beyond the door, there are what appear to be metal detectors. But whether they're detecting for metal is up for debate. However, Hornet might notice an alternative. The building is tall and sheer, but its outer walls seem to be pretty heavily made of heat-strengthened glass. It wouldn't be simple for a human to punch through, but Hornet's easily strong enough to deal with a window, if she could get up there. There's also a chance one might be open up there too.]

[silksoul]

[ Hornet weighs her options, and decides that glass should be easy enough to break, given the proper preparations. She leaps upward, spinning thread as she goes to hook onto the side of the building and swing herself directly to window level.

Is there something open? There's no point wasting her strength, even in a dream. She steps carefully as she searches for an opening. ]

[shockingblue]

[None of the figures inside even see Hornet ascend upwards, her leaps and threadweaving undetected. As she ascended, she would discover a window that was, in fact, open, though in a seemingly curious place.

The said window led into a very low traffic area of an upper floor, into what looked like a small office which would belong to a salaryman. Strangely, there's no one here, and very little in the way to indicate anyone was even in any of the rooms nearby. Slipping inside would be easy enough. The office was mostly bare; curiously so, enough to do one's work, but literally nothing else.

The hallways nearby would be... deserted. But something didn't feel right; there was a curious scent on the air, coming from the Southern Hallway. Copper. Ozone. The lights flickered once or twice, and then flicked off entirely, save for the occasional emergency light or EXIT sign. The Northern Hallway had no curious scents, but the loss of power seemed to create a stir in that direction; perhaps a handful of individuals wondering what might going on.]

[silksoul]

[ Copper and ozone are strong scents; they make her tense, already on edge from the strange dream. She follows that foreboding tang on the air into the Northern Hallway, rather than the movement of dream-people in the darkness; she's drawn toward danger more than things that might be easy, just as a matter of pride.

She keeps her needle in hand, and her strides purposeful, like she brooks no interruption. If anything meets her on the way, she'll deal with them as she always has. ]