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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:13 am
Got shanked? Through countless physical hardships, the terror of encroaching insanity, and unfathomable mysteries of the island, you've persisted and survived. Until now. If you're really lucky (or unfortunate) you may have had long enough to realize what was happening before your body dissipated into the raw FEAR it was created from. Under normal circumstances, this is just a painful and annoying setback. But these aren't normal circumstances and soon enough you find yourself conscious but still..lacking a body. You can see, but it's not a normal sight, not the kind of focused view you receive from using your eyes. It's more of an awareness...of the island, and those it holds. As you wake, the island comes into view...you're outside and above...but how high and how far is an elusive question you no longer have the perspective to answer. Though much is lost to you now, you've gained the ability to see certain things. Things hidden before to a previously physical existence. So now you know, that all across the island, there is no fog.What you see instead is this: in clumps, clusters, and crowds there stand children. From toddler to teen, of every race, species, and size, the children of Halloween stand quietly before you. They share a uniform lack of color, and there's an indistinct shifting of something within them. Something that disrupts and twists the order of their existence. And every single one of them is simply standing there, staring toward the same area. Watching events play out with hungry intensity. The OOC - If you have died, feel free to use this thread to make any solo posts or whatnot! - It is a time for mourning and introspection! So have fun! - you cannot see other dead and dissipated students or communicate with them in any way
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:43 am
It didn't hurt anymore. Why didn't it hurt any more?
Oh. That's why.
I...am not alive.
The "no pain" thing was good. Very good. Ren at least did not have to worry about feeling the agonizing sharpness in his right hand, especially since it seemed he had no body to work with. Just a vague, drifty cloud of...nothing.
Where am I..?
His eyes opened; slowly, and with great care. At first his vision was blurred; all he could see was a hazy darkness, but eventually that blackness began to dissipate and then -
...the island..?
That was the island, wasn't it? An he was...above it..? Somewhere. Somewhere above it, though Ren could not tell just how far above it he was. But that was definitely the island he had been on, definitely where he had just...
...who is that..?
There is no fog.
There were people ahead of him. No, to be more specific...there were children. Dozens of them, hundreds of them, all looking down at the island, all...abnormal in some way. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong with these children, though Ren could not understand what it was. What are they looking at..?
Ren felt a sense of hopelessness and loss well up in him. He wanted to raise his hands to wrap his arms around his middle, hugging himself tightly as he could, but there were no arms, and nothing to wrap them around. Why me? he thought, his heart constricting - or at least, some semblance of a heart. Where his heart should have been, he supposed, since he had no body. It felt very weird...very awkward, and very...wrong. I didn't want to die.
He supposed he would have cried, if he had anything to cry with. Ren did not normally cry, only under very rare circumstances, but this was most definitely one of those circumstances.
I don't like this, he thought disparagingly. I want to go back home. Back to Alessa and LW and Gabrian and Jove and everyone else. I want to forget any of this ever happened, to curl up in bed and forget the world exists for a while, to just sleep away the bad and wake up to the good.
And I want to know what these children are doing.
What is going on?
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:40 am
Where.. where the hell was she? What happened? Last she remembered was falling into the never ending abyss.
Did I..? Nahhh. No way, this is just.. um.. uh.. Dreaming.. Yeah.. I'm dreaming! That's all this is. Jack.. What a boring dream. Okay, I'm not tired anymore, so.. Wake up now.
Usually by now she would have been rolling out of bed, tangled in her own sheets and complaining over stupid scenarios playing in her mind as she slept, but this was clearly not the case. She couldn't snap out of this; she couldn't wake up!---if there was anything to wake up from..
Okay, not cool! I don't like this! Not at all!
Where had everyone gone? Did they fall to? Or, did the reaper's 'friends' come and..? Are they alive?
Sarias? Aren't you going to make any snide remarks about me being a klutz? .... Seiji! Uh.. Yeah, still don't know you that well, so I have no idea what you would do--JUNKO! You can have one of my HP dolls, just as long as you assure I'm not really.. Bul..? I'm sorry, I don't think I can help now if that sandy skinned ghoul gets hungry again..
.......
Oh s**t.. She really was dead! Or she had lost it. Both were a possibility. Though, she hoped it was insanity. At least she would still be alive if that were it.
The island..? But--where's the fog? Tch.. Oh! So now its gone! Feh..!
...
Whats with the.. kids..? Jack damn this trip..
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:56 am
Sharra was dead. Of this fact he was absolutely and utterly sure...the wounds that he'd taken had not been horrific, but that last...that last had ended him in truth. This wasn't like exploits before, where everyone was magically reformed, where things would be all right. Here he was floating now, still sentient, somehow...ah, Jack... Where was he? The island still? He was floating...oh dear sweet bloody Mary, what if he never rematerialized? What if his body was stolen away forever, as seemed to be the case with all of these...
...oh. They were children. Not the fog, they were children, perhaps they merely hadn't the eyes to see the truth of them before. Haha, funny joke that. He no longer had eyes, merely a presence. He wondered...wondered if he could see Yaya this way...whisper in her ear and tell her things would be all right. It was better, mayhap, that he was the one to fall. Surely she'd be safe...still safe, she had people to look out for her.
He could not have borne it, if tidings of her death had been carried to him. But Jack...he didn't want to see her cry, not even in his imagination. He wondered what she would do...if he never came back, if she would find someone else who made her happy. He'd always feared there would be a thousand replacements for him...Yaya...there was no one like her.
Hadiyya, the djinn really had granted his wishes.
And his friends...Riley, Aksaja and the rest of them. They'd all looked so tired, battered by this terrible journey. He could only pray that they'd be all right, that they'd make it farther than he had. Please...please...
...somehow let this be all right.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 4:59 am
As she regained consciousness, she tried to move, but found that she can't. The island - the whole island - was before her. She had a bird's eye view of things, but her gaze was focused on the lighthouse to the West of the island; she had been there just a while ago... At least, she was sure it had only been a while. It was hard to tell and... The fog had vanished? She scanned the island and realized that in the fog's place stood children. So many children... She wondered if that was the true form of the fog. Perhaps the fog had been an illusion too? Now that she's dead-dead though, she would never be able to tell anyone...
She wanted to cry - but she couldn't. If anything, it was like there was nothing for the tears to pour out from. It was odd... This didn't happen the first time she died. Then again, she had already saw it coming - that she wasn't going to 'come back' like the last time... Was this going to be permanent? It was so difficult to tell... What was she supposed to do in her current form?
... What can she even do but hope?
For once in her life, she felt so truly alone, so helpless, so full of regret. There was so much she wanted to say - to tell her friends and her mother that she loved and cherished them. Just one more time, she would like to hug Amrita, to play her DS with Tess, to tell Arachne that love comes in many forms, to baby Charlie, to hold Mac's arm and hear him grumble. Heh, maybe even find the courage to tell Jericho certain things she had been keeping to herself.
Above all, she wanted so much to apologize - to tell them that she already tried her best to protect them... But that she had failed. Just another regret on her long, long list...
Amrita and Tess must still be waiting for her to return to them - she had promised them, after all... It seems like she would have to break that promise. At the thought, she felt even more depressed; whatever optimism she had was gone now. The only consolation she had was that at least she won't have to see them cry... That would truly break her heart, if she had a heart to break right now anyway.
Please let everyone else be alright. Let her death mean something.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 6:12 am
Ren wasn't regretting throwing that last hit against the reaper. He had done at least something useful, something to help his precious friends.
No, what he regretted was making Alessa look at him like that; like he was doing something stupid, like he was in danger of...well, this. He knew her worry for him stemmed from her feelings for him, and it wasn't fair to make her sick with concern over him. He had been in the process of stepping back, of retreating because he knew it hurt her to keep being "heroic."
Except he hadn't stepped far enough. Ren did not want to imagine the look on Alessa's face - on anybody's face. LW would probably cry; the shewolf was strong in both heart and mind, but he knew she got emotional when she hurt. Gabrian would probably stand there looking thunderstruck, like he didn't quite believe it had just happened. Ren hoped he would take care of the ghouls, that he would protect them and keep anything from happening to them. As for Jove...Ren was just relieved that the puppy had not been there to see...this. He did not want to think about what it would have done to his "little brother."
And Vaith. Why hadn't he made the effort to talk to the reaper more? Vaith had been the first person Ren had ever talked to at Amityville, and how had he made it up to him? By shrugging everything off and thinking he could go talk to him another day. Why had he done that? Did Vaith even think of him as a friend?
Why do I have so many unanswered questions in my head?
And his parents...what about them? And Medieval? His mother and father had never been concerned with his well being before, but his twin sister might show at least a modicum of sympathy towards his death. Maybe. If it didn't interfere with her primping or socializing time.
No, Ren did not care for what his family thought. What he did care about was the fact that things were left unsaid between him and the people he loved. He had told Alessa and LW that he loved them; but had he ever said anything to Gabrian? He had tried to show it to them all; show how attached he had grown without intending to. Ren had never wanted to be this close to anybody. Having long since learned that those close to you only betray you, he had never set out meaning for anything like...this to happen. And here he was again, hurting them. Why am I so stupid? Why couldn't I have just done what Alessa had asked and stayed behind, stayed with her and not tried to do anything? WHY did I have to go out and try and "be brave?"
His entire mind was one giant why. And nothing was going to be answered anytime soon.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 8:29 am
Draven woke. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he must have at some point. He was...where? Oh, right, there had been an island. He had been on the island and...
The island. He could see it below him. It had been a place of ...fog and voices. The fog. It wasn't there. Instead he noticed...children. More than he could count. Everywhere. Impossible. What was going on? Did that mean the fog was...?
He remembered the fog. It had been lonely in the fog. Very lonely. Though, he hadn't been alone. There had been voices. Voices he didn't want, but voices that were there anyway. How long had he been in the fog? How long had he been here?
Wait. He'd died. He remembered the tower in the lighthouse. He remembered the fight. He remembered the pain from the impact of arrows that hit him. He hadn't wanted to die. So close, he'd been so close. They had fought the reaper, and they had almost won. They were almost out of that tower when...Others had died, too. Draven wondered where they were. He felt very alone at the moment. What about the ones who lived? They had to still be on the island.
He could see the island, but all he could see, really see, were the children. Everywhere, just standing. Watching. They were watching something. Draven couldn't quite see what, though. He didn't know if he wanted to.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 9:53 am
Sarias fell for an eternity, the more she wished for the floor the further it seemed to grow, it never came, she just fell, the tears ceased to be, the blood ran cold and the end became slower, slower and then…was gone.
Gone.
Such a strange word, what did it really mean? What did it entail? Was Sarias gone now? Was the bring that was Sarias ceased to be? Was she dead? Was she alive? Was she anything any more?
She just…was.
And the memory of this feeling came flooding back like a wave. She had been like this once before, she could remember, or what she guessed was remembrance. The blank canvas that was filled to the brim, the lack of smell, yet it filled all your senses. Nothing could be felt yet her skin tingled. Had she always been here? She couldn’t remember now. Once before, just after the end, she had been here, felt this limbo, felt the waiting claw at her. No longer Sarias the banshee…wait was that her? She was dead now. That person was dead. Dead, dead, dead.
And alone.
She didn’t like that. Who ever she was she didn’t like to be alone…but she wasn’t. She could see that now. She had fallen a great distance, fallen so far she had come all the way around. Floating above the island she could see others. Children of all ages, species, origin. Thousands almost. They covered the island like a blanket. Like fog.
What were they doing? They were watching something, things happening on the island. Did they know her? She spoke.
No answer.
Did anyone know her? Was anyone morning her death? She didn’t know, didn’t want too and she took her place beside the others, watching the island events unfold.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 10:47 am
Falling
Falling
It felt like he was falling forever, leaving everything behind. There wasn't a jarring end to his fall, no slam into something solid, just a halt, a pause in the fall. He didn't want to open his eyes, he felt comfortable, like a dream that shouldn't end. With slowly opening eyelids he took a look that was all around him.
And he was in the air, it should have been impossible, but there he was, above an island. It looked so familiar, was it from a dream? No, Damien remembered what had happened. His fights, his allies, his enemies, and the giant rift in the ground. He fell.
He died.
Damien just stood there, trying to let it fully soak in. He was no longer amongst the living. But yet, there he was, floating over the land, observing.
And not alone. Out in front of the demon dog was countless bodies, some huddled together, some standing away from the group. hundreds of spirits standing there, or various ages and types. Just like him. He wanted to reach out to one of them and ask what had happened to them all. But it was impossible to wave a hand that was never there, a tendril whipping in the invisible breeze, nor was there a sound from him. He felt so hollow.
His clan would learn of his demise soon enough, how he was sent out into the world, just to whither away by fates whim not long after. He wanted nothing more than to slump to the floor and whimper, but there was nothing more to do than watch along with them into the horizon.
Was this how it was like, how passing on is? Did they suffer a similar fate than those who came before them? Did they know what else may happen to the still living?
What happens now?
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:41 pm
Falling down. Falling....
The entire world was just falling down with her.
What even made her fall? Holly had fought her way through hardships unnumbered to get where exactly?
Was she dead? How could that even be since she'd been dead before this point. True this island was strange but was it possible to happen again? It was confusing since the last time she'd died she hadn't remembered a thing from before but she had now. One thing was certain. She had seemed to have lost her body. Not a huge deal for the ghost but where would it have gone?
Things came to more focus now. She was on the island? Still? Wait a minute. There was no fog. It had been there before but it was if it had never existed. There were also children. Not just any children but those of Halloween town.
Wasn't this a place of humans before so why were they here? What were they staring at? Holly couldn't move, nor speak. All she could do was watch whatever it was that was to happen. All she could do was hope that her friends, West, Savior, all the others, were still okay at least.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:59 pm
She'd done her best, hadn't she? Done what she could to make it as far as she could...for her friends. All of it had been done for them. The ones she cared deeply for. Her family in all but blood. The she-wolf felt a pang of longing and still the sorrow. She hadn't even been able to say goodbye.
Floating. Alone.
Yes. Yes she was alone. Or...wait not alone. Her eyes slowly began to register what she was seeing. Was that the island? And...no that couldn't be the fog. But it was wasn't it? THAT was what the annoying nuisance was. Children. Like herself. Except...not like herself. Something seemed off about them. Not quite right. Like there was something lurking deep within them, waiting for the chance to break free and strike. But at what? What did this all mean?! Where was she? What was she?
Dead. Alone.
Alone. She was alone. Very alone. And felt small compared to all those ghostly figures she could see. None of them were familiar though. And that small bit of her that had thought perhaps a certain someone was there, was dashed and the she-wolf felt herself crumble on the inside. She hoped with all that remained of her heart that the others were alright. They didn't need to suffer this same fate.
Alessa. Carry. Bella. All of you. Be strong. And I'm sorry.
She didn't like being alone.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:26 pm
It wasn't fair.
Jack dammit, it just. Wasn't. Fair.
He had worked hard to keep going, had fought tooth and claw (As Akariel sometimes said) against every one of those crazy reapers they had run into, had pushed on even though he ached, he hurt, even through the frustration. He had just wanted to get through this so they could get home, wanted to get Sin home safe.
And now he could do nothing for her, nothing but cause her pain.
All because someone was an unstable little b***h.
His consciousness radiated with his anger over the whole thing.
How could the school have let this happen?! How was this school even certified if this was how they took care of their students?! He wasn't the first one to die, as he was sure that he was dead. The ghoul with the broken face had fallen first, the banshee, the wolf/dog-boil had all fallen into the rift before him. What kind of school was this?!
But there was only so long he could rage.
And when it was burned out, all that was left was his pain. Sure, there was no more pain from his physical form. It almost made him wonder if he'd always had pain after the attack, that he had just gotten used to it over the years. He felt freer, lighter than he'd ever had. But it felt like something was missing. His being knew that parts of the FEAR that made him was gone and it wept over the loss it had never truly felt until now. It hurt on a painless level.
Had this happened to his parents? Was this what it had felt like after the light had finally left their eyes?
And Sin... At least she wasn't alone. For all he knew, she still had Alcie and Vivi with her. Did she cry? Scream?
Was this the end? Would the last time he saw her, the last time he got to hold her was while some insane reaper was splitting a chasm in the ground?
He had to get his mind off this. All he had now was his mind.
His attention turned to the island, hoping that he just might catch a glimpse of his group. What he did see took him aback.
No fog... Children? He didn't understand what was going on. Something was going on that was much worse than he had originally thought. Nothing made sense anymore.
For the millionth time since he left school, he thought that this trip really sucks.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 3:15 pm
LIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
The once pink haired little demon finally came to finishing his last thought. Only he wasn't surrounded by smiling faces of his friends telling him that he was alright it had only been a bump to the head. Instead Charlie found him self quite alone and confused. He felt nothing. Lucky for the demon he still had his memories of what had happened.
Charlie had died. That much was all that was clear. The fire had been so fast to kill him he didn't even remember what the feeling was. Painful? Maybe. Was he a ghost now? Was this what being a ghost felt like? Was Lizzy a ghost too? And that other boy whom he didn't know his name?
L-Liiizzzzzyyyyy? Guyyyyy?
Charlie called out but the sound was weird to his voice. Wait? Those were his thoughts not his voice! He couldn't speak!? Do'h no physical body! Right! He'd have to deal then!
Maybe those strange nice looking children down there would help... No they were just creepy. Wait a minute.
Wheres the fog? .... Ohhhh boy they are gonna need a lot of diapers and toys to make these kids happy...
Charlie felt his weightlessness carry onward. What was happening? Was this just a dream? Mac must be so angry with him right now. Oh snap. Maybe it was best if he stayed here for a while after all.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 8:32 pm
The pain was gone.
He remembered pain. A sharp blow to the head that had left his vision stared with black and white and sent him reeling. Then the sensation of falling..
Oh..
He'd fallen off the bridge. Hell, even if it hadn't been invisible and unstable he likely would have fallen. He couldn't see, he couldn't keep his balance. from the second that chunk of brick started to fall his fate had pretty much been sealed, and there was something both comforting and completely aggravating in that knowledge. There was nothing he could have done. It wasn't his fault, and yet he had been helpless to prevent it.
With the memories of what had happened came the realization that he was, in fact, aware. Not alive, not even undead, but aware. He couldn't really feel anything, nothing but a sort of static, but not a body.
He could see though. The island was below him. A mass of land, smaller then suspected, and completely covered with.. Children? No, not just. They looked like students perhaps.
For an instant hope swelled within him, and he tried his damnedest to focus in on those mindless, staring faces. Was Junko among them? Or Jove, Momo, Bul? Anyone he knew? Were they safe? Had they escaped that school? Jack, he hoped so. Oh but Junko. Had she had to watch? Was she suffering, even now, because of him?
He stopped trying to see the faces, afraid to see, though noticed something else odd even as he "turned" away. The fog. Where was the fog? What was going on?
What was going to happen to him? To Mei? To all the students that had fallen?
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 10:32 pm
Elaphe couldn't remember when the falling had stopped.
He couldn't even say where he was in this 'now' of the present, or if the body he'd grown so used to having was real at all. Tensely, experimentally, he raised his third hand before him, studying the blurry outline of half-transparent fingers as he gave each one a tentative flex. They moved slowly, but the muscles seemed almost dissolved, without weight, resistance, or sensation. Blurring, unsure vision was all he had to assure himself of it being there in the first place, and…
The bodies. Oh, there were bodies everywhere in front of him. Like a sea of dirty gray, they stood before the boy in a silent sprawl, yet seemed completely oblivious of his presence… and it was only then, staring into that transfixed crowd, that the little Nguruvilu realized something crucial. There was no fog. Like a ton of bricks, like a magic phrase, it choked the breath from his throat. Where had it gone? And for that matter, where was he now? Why did this place feel so stagnant, so cold, so very… very…
Dead.
His stomach lurched when it all finally hit home: a sick, existence negating epiphany. It felt like the roof was collapsing on top of him all over again, but nothing was there, and though he could not feel it in his bones, upon looking back down to the hands held before him, he saw that his fingers had begun to tremble.
"T-Turtle?…" at last he tried to call out. It was a voice without sound, and without response. "Turtle?" Again, more desperate, blurry gaze flickering back and forth in the field of unsure focus. "Nosi?… Lapid? Donner?… A-anyone? ANYONE?"
… No one. Not even Tomoko, or Seiji, or Junko or the little dog boy who was still somehow bigger than him. There was no shadow to haunt him, no linked arm to keep him staggering along. There was just a whole lot of nothing, and somehow, amidst what seemed like hundreds of bodies, he felt hopelessly, miserably alone.
He'd never even had a chance to tell Nurse Cricket thank you for the rescue.
No, he'd fallen off that bridge with a mass of regrets he could never fix, and now he was dead-- the for real kind of dead-- floating above everything he'd left behind, helpless to do anything but watch it unfold.
Life had always presented him with a certain ironic cruelty, but he would've gladly taken it any day to this, even if it meant being picked on for his tears.
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