Arrien
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Sweet... Dreams?
((Will update with responses.))
Fae HQ
That night, dreams came as a fog drifting over the ocean. They arrived gently, enveloping your Fa'e warmly, like a mother's happy sigh. They carried your Fa'e off as though they were lifted by a light, warm breeze, teasing them with stars falling among the clouds and tiny, bright lights winking in and out of life in distance. Obscure shapes in the patchy fog, like Rorschach blots, drifted in and out of being. White noise arrived, like the volume of a broken radio being slowly turned up. Just a hard current of static, with incomprehensible gibbering underlying it. There were no words, only twisted mimicries. It was like the clouds, in its own way - one could project sounds, music, words onto it, pretend any meaning to the noise.
Then a bitter cold cut through this blank-slate world. The comfort of this place was suddenly lost as that sense of gentle floating turned into a violent rocking. The static was intensifying, sputtering, alternating with angry chops of silence--
Something else was here.
No sooner was its presence known then it moved. It lunged toward your Fa'e, coming within inches of their body before slamming against an unseen force, like a plate of glass. Battered and wild, clawing at the barrier with bloodied, raw fingers, it howled and sobbed before sinking into a small, tight ball, all bony limbs and long, wild blonde hair.
Blonde hair with a dulled rainbow of color, spattered with drops of gooped, aged blood.
Find them, the small huddle of a girl sobbed. Find them. Please... you can't leave me like this....
The static began to fade in. Where she was weak, where she was not giving everything just for a chance to speak, this overwhelming noise of chaos drowned out everything. The fog began to close in away, sending her image through a gradual fade. The dream began to relax again, slipping back into that pleasantness from before....
But she wasn't done yet.
YOU HAVE TO FIND THEM.
This time, when she lunged, her arm met the barrier -- and something broke. It didn't sound like a shatter - it was like a rumble, a crack of thunder. The fog cracked; chunks sloughed off, plopping to the ground in a sickening fashion. And the girl, her blue eyes wild, face covered with bruises and blood, closed her hand around your Fa'e's throat.
Then a bitter cold cut through this blank-slate world. The comfort of this place was suddenly lost as that sense of gentle floating turned into a violent rocking. The static was intensifying, sputtering, alternating with angry chops of silence--
Something else was here.
No sooner was its presence known then it moved. It lunged toward your Fa'e, coming within inches of their body before slamming against an unseen force, like a plate of glass. Battered and wild, clawing at the barrier with bloodied, raw fingers, it howled and sobbed before sinking into a small, tight ball, all bony limbs and long, wild blonde hair.
Blonde hair with a dulled rainbow of color, spattered with drops of gooped, aged blood.
Find them, the small huddle of a girl sobbed. Find them. Please... you can't leave me like this....
The static began to fade in. Where she was weak, where she was not giving everything just for a chance to speak, this overwhelming noise of chaos drowned out everything. The fog began to close in away, sending her image through a gradual fade. The dream began to relax again, slipping back into that pleasantness from before....
But she wasn't done yet.
YOU HAVE TO FIND THEM.
This time, when she lunged, her arm met the barrier -- and something broke. It didn't sound like a shatter - it was like a rumble, a crack of thunder. The fog cracked; chunks sloughed off, plopping to the ground in a sickening fashion. And the girl, her blue eyes wild, face covered with bruises and blood, closed her hand around your Fa'e's throat.
((Will update with responses.))
Fae HQ
What occurred then was not a cut-off of air, but a cut-off of thinking. What pieces of the conscious mind existed in this place vanished. It was as though the girl had in her squeezing grip the controls of the very thought-stream in your Fa'e's mind.
The girl's lips moved. She spoke short, angry words - but her anger seemed self-directed, her shortness a cause of some terrible pain behind her eyes. Biting on every word, she spoke: Find where. Find what. Find who. Find how to defeat it.
And suddenly, your Fa'e's mind came alive with a torrent of something new, something that did not belong, something entering from the outside.
These weren't like words whispered into a listening ear, or pages being read from a book. This was an invasion of information, an impatient force-feeding of knowledge onto a helpless mind. It was being burned in with a hot iron - neurons screwed together where they'd never connected. It wasn't an idle curiosity - it hurt. It hurt everything, everything that shouldn't be touched and wasn't supposed to be a part of one's conscious existence. The psyche could only writhe in anguish, unable to escape, as the surge continued.
Her hand loosened at last. The river slowed to a stream, then a trickle - once again, the controls had no other hand upon it but your own Fa'e's.
The girl folded in on herself, hugging her hands around the bare skin of her shoulders, shuddering terribly. There was no choice. There was no choice.... It was a plea, and an apology, and a self-comfort. Her face was covered in tears, streaks through the filth already there.
In the aftermath of the flood, the static swarmed again. Don't-- the girl's voice choked off in the midst of the static. She screwed together the last of her strength, managing one last, final plea: Don't leave me here to die alone!
The fog came pouring in again, like dye spreading through water. The static buzzed so noisily, your Fa'e couldn't have heard their own breathing. It was loud enough that, in those final moments of the dream before the girl faded from sight, your Fa'e couldn't hear a single scream as a twisting, ugly darkness descended on her, sinking into her flesh, swallowing her whole.
The dream ended. But the memories - and the information - remained.
The girl's lips moved. She spoke short, angry words - but her anger seemed self-directed, her shortness a cause of some terrible pain behind her eyes. Biting on every word, she spoke: Find where. Find what. Find who. Find how to defeat it.
And suddenly, your Fa'e's mind came alive with a torrent of something new, something that did not belong, something entering from the outside.
- I'm one of you, or you're one of me; what say you, brother?
Yank out its hair and carve a smile, cut out the guts and light a fire - turnips are so festive, aren't they?
If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right; you got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em....
A human man can't possibly hope to out-drink the devil, but buy him enough beer and it might be easier to out-think him.
You can't buy love, but you'd be surprised what a love itself can buy.
These weren't like words whispered into a listening ear, or pages being read from a book. This was an invasion of information, an impatient force-feeding of knowledge onto a helpless mind. It was being burned in with a hot iron - neurons screwed together where they'd never connected. It wasn't an idle curiosity - it hurt. It hurt everything, everything that shouldn't be touched and wasn't supposed to be a part of one's conscious existence. The psyche could only writhe in anguish, unable to escape, as the surge continued.
- Some can win through strength, others through a smile; in this, though, you should win with guile.
A man's greatest weaknesses are his greatest enjoyments in life.
Eat your veggies, kiddoes, you never know what they might bring. / Hidden in plain sight, safety in numbers.
Hidden in plain sight, safety in numbers. / It makes a bright smile, but will never speak....
A trickster's downfall is always his pride - he knows will never be outmatched. / It is always the things we love that lose us our dearest possessions.
Her hand loosened at last. The river slowed to a stream, then a trickle - once again, the controls had no other hand upon it but your own Fa'e's.
The girl folded in on herself, hugging her hands around the bare skin of her shoulders, shuddering terribly. There was no choice. There was no choice.... It was a plea, and an apology, and a self-comfort. Her face was covered in tears, streaks through the filth already there.
In the aftermath of the flood, the static swarmed again. Don't-- the girl's voice choked off in the midst of the static. She screwed together the last of her strength, managing one last, final plea: Don't leave me here to die alone!
The fog came pouring in again, like dye spreading through water. The static buzzed so noisily, your Fa'e couldn't have heard their own breathing. It was loud enough that, in those final moments of the dream before the girl faded from sight, your Fa'e couldn't hear a single scream as a twisting, ugly darkness descended on her, sinking into her flesh, swallowing her whole.
The dream ended. But the memories - and the information - remained.
