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USERNAME: Marushii
CHARACTERS INVOLVED: Red, Cacophony
SUMMARY: Insanity's kind of like this but not really; it helps to have a Champion there to help you. A visual idea for those curious what the mind can look like for those afflicted by Insanity, written by the most glorious and strongest of warriors to ever face it every day every minute of every hour: Cacophony
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Red & Cacophony, both played by myself, Marushii
Cacophony is the name of Red's Weapon; the Weapon/being she merged with during the first Haunted House meta.
USERNAME: Marushii
CHARACTERS INVOLVED: Red, Cacophony
SUMMARY: Insanity's kind of like this but not really; it helps to have a Champion there to help you. A visual idea for those curious what the mind can look like for those afflicted by Insanity, written by the most glorious and strongest of warriors to ever face it every day every minute of every hour: Cacophony
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OOC ENTRANTS
Red & Cacophony, both played by myself, Marushii
Cacophony is the name of Red's Weapon; the Weapon/being she merged with during the first Haunted House meta.
His Highness Lord Black disliked waiting. He slung his great obsidian sword over his shoulder as he surveyed his kingdom, ignoring the crunch and hiss as the corpse at his feet collapsed into smoke and drifted away. His opponent would be back; they always were. The endless horde, the one of many.
The land grew a little brighter as another presence joined him. "How fares the battle?" It was quiet and bright, a comfort that reminded him of fresh snow in the crisp air. The voice was warm and comforting and solid, sweeping tones that lifted his spirits like a pleasant steam rising from a cup of tea held between two gloved hands close to flush lips and red eyes.
"The hordes are ever restless, ever chaotic in their struggle." His voice was deep and solid, a pleasant rumble that could be felt in anyone's chest similar to the low wail of a bass guitar maintaining the harmony to uphold the melody.
They could already hear the discord in the distance, a low murmur that would grow louder the longer they tarred and held their rest. He turned to her. He wanted to sweep her up, to look into the sharp gaze that wrecked his world and tore it asunder before delivering him to this twisted paradise. His Highness Lord Black refrained; to hold her was not for he as it was not his part.
Instead he watched her as she stepped forward and stared into the distance, the misty fields shifting and wavering as the horde gathered together. A crescendo of pride welled up in him as he noticed how high she held her head, confidence exuding every moment. She wore her title well by his tempo and measurement: the largo of wreckage; the risoluto and bringer of his Paradise; the Goddess of Ruin.
There were times where he wished to lengthen these moments, the times of quiet contemplation and clarity. The lull between battles. But He did not tire; not would he ever tire. This was His paradise, His vision of a perfect life: the thrill of a never-ending battle.
There were times where he wished to hasten these moments, the times of quiet contemplation and clarity. The lull between battles. He could feel his excitement growing; the battle would begin anew soon. This was His paradise, His vision of a perfect life: the trill of a never-ending battle.
There were times where he wished to keep these moments, the times of quiet contemplation and clarity. The lull between battles. He could feel himself start to slip away, to struggle and remain in the here and now. This was His nightmare, His crazed perfect life: the dread of a never-ending battle.
There were times where She wished to keep these moments, the times of quiet contemplation and clarity. These were the times where she could realize herself, the times where she could see her Champion prepare himself for battle. She depended on him far more than he suspected he knew. Yet she knew this was His vision of a perfect life: the challenge of a never-ending battle.
She reached out to touch him on the shoulder, silent as he jumped and stared at her with startled glowing blue eyes. "They come."
"And will you join me?"
A nod; their voices screaming defiance in harmonious unison as the torrent of whispers descended upon them and drowned them out, only to be silenced once again by their combined might.
And so the song goes; and so the song repeats.
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