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Central Silent Hill/Alchemilla Hospital (Foggy World)

Their feet hit gritty pavement.

It's the middle of a block of foggy street in a run-down commercial district. Not the skyscrapers of New York, but squat, huddled old buildings of a quaint New England town. Behind them is a dusty toy store; other storefronts litter the street to either side and in front.

The whole place echoes emptily, the movement of the fog the only sound other than themselves.

Amber scuffs a sneaker on the asphalt. "So... yeah. Here it is."

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::I have you:: The words were simple and pure, the action behind them less so. What flowed from that contact was a stream of emotion and images. Amber as Rachel saw her, all sharp edges and softer smiles, tensions, fears, and hopes. A burning set of lines amidst shadows, held together by odd flares and coiled emotion.

Amber, defined as best Rachel could.

And more, she was taking everything other, everything alien, and forcing it back with a finely honed rage that was sharper than any knife.

walls and bars and locks

walls and walls and walls

and darkness

the something inside her settles

and sleeps

In the "real" world, Amber is on the ground, sweating and panting.

Walls, and chains, and bars that she knew so well. Leashes, locks, and restraints layered over imaginary flesh, mental form. Rachel knew a great deal about being contained.

She knew what worked.

When they were left, still and alone before the renewed walls, Rachel glanced over at Amber ::Well....:: she sent, the tone laced with surprise and shaky weariness. ::We found the problem?::

"...yeah," she replies huskily.

"yeah."

::Catch your breath:: Rachel sighed calmly, reaching out to pet Amber's hair. She meant to sooth, to draw out some of the lingering fear and wariness. ::We'll work out a way to get rid of it, but for now I think the knowledge is enough...right?::

"I guess..." She sighs, then pulls herself up. "You think we can get out of here?"

::Yes, we can:: she shifted her hands so she could poke Amber's forehead. ::Wake up:: It was a command, a guide, and a lifeline. A simple, easy path back to the reality of flesh and bone.

And Silent Hill.

She hugs herself, avoiding Rachel's gaze.

Rachel paced the width of the hallway, stretching the mild kinks out of her legs as she gave Amber a few moments.

The avoidant gaze thing was really...rough...on her though. "Amber." she started, quietly. "We all have really messed up stuff in our heads. Yours is fixable and nothing to be ashamed of."

"'m not... used to...."

Well, obviously she wouldn't be used to having anyone else in her head.

But what she really means to imply is, 'I'm not used to being that open to someone.'

Rachel glanced out over the scorched lobby, then out the doors before crouching next to Amber. "Yeah well...there's a reason people don't like telepaths." she offered wryly.

"'snot like I didn't say you could," she replies, a small hint of annoyance touching the harmonics. She does not want to give across the wrong impression! Though possibly she will be giving off a different wrong impression now!

"True" She chuckled wryly, a far from happy sound but at least it was something? People rarely knew what they were agreeing to though. Regardless. "Should we get out of here now? I don't like the feel of this place, and we've been here long enough it may have started to get peeks of my nightmares too..."

"Yeah. Fuck this place."

It is her Silent Hill Mantra.

"Can you tell where to get back?"

"I can feel where we came in." They'd left a nice energy signature to follow, the only problem being..."it's moved though. It's further away." This was going to be one of those places that was easier to get in that out it seemed.

"I got a map..." She unfolds a town map. "Can you tell where it is on here?"

Rachel leaned over the map, eyes scanning, then nibbled her lower lip "Where are we?" Reading, and reading maps, were not really in her skill set. If she could get a reference point it'd be easier!

"Oh yeah... sorry." She points. "Here's where we came in. Then we went up this way..." tracing the roads, "...up to here. That's the hospital."

Rachel laid her finger next to Amber's, then let flame trickle over the page. it wavered for a moment, then coalesced into a thin, straight arrow that ignored buildings. The gate was...almost as far away from them as it could be and still be inside the bounds of Silent Hill.

At the very end of the arrow, the ink writhed, forming a little door symbol just in case they needed to check the map again.

"I...don't think we could fly over. The sky just kind if stops here."

"Stops?" She peers out a window and up.

Not that she could tell anything, anyway, since the fog limits visibility to maybe ten feet.

"Well, there's shit all over, but walking's better'n sitting waiting for them to get us, right?"

"Yeah, stops. It's kind of like a bubble. Nothing outside that edge until you manage to hit your real world again." Rachel shrugged, sure that she wasn't explaining it right.

"Usually..." speaking of stuff, there was a eerie howl starting to rise on the wind. Baying from all around, a sound clawing from a near dozen throats riding on a wave of fear. "Oh....no."

Gun. Loaded. Ready.

Amber is getting used to this place and its surprises.

Hardened hero that she was...well, this was a hell of a curve-ball anyway. Rachel held open the door for Amber then nodded toward the best street. "Hounds. The first weapon us fear...the actual emotion. They, no, she can project it when they're close enough. Whatever you do, don't run."

The look she gives projects a very strong, are you shitting me?!

(Amber has not had much experience in non-urban situations.)

"That's... gonna be pretty fuckin' hard," she admits.

"She who?"

"The pack leader." Rachel answered grimly, striding beside Amber with an almost lupine ease. "Projective empath, and it's easier to take prey when they're terrified out of their minds."

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