Shaheen had continued along at the front of their small group, eyes warily searching for any signs of threat or attack from out of the mists. She had purposefully veered them away from any lights that appeared out of the darkness, not trusting where they might lead, unable to shake the feeling that it might be a trap. She continued to try and ignore the raw pain and emptiness inside of her, though it continued to be an unwelcome nuisance and a distraction that she could have done without. The voices were gone, so she should have felt happy; elated even! This feeling inside of her was anything but.
Music began to softly wind it's way out of the fog, reaching the war chieftain's ears, making her frown. The mists began to thicken and swirl, taking new shape and she stopped walking, her grip tightening on the dagger that she was keeping summoned at all times, even as she brought up her free hand in warning to the others approaching behind her to halt their movements. A new festival, grey and dreary, the sounds and sights a pale comparison to the fright night festival she had attended. She began walking forward once more, her pace slower now, her eyes darting left and right, not trusting this place as she had not trusted the lights from earlier.
Even her careful wariness could not prepare her for the sudden onrush of fog that billowed towards them, surrounding them, leaving her with a feeling almost like falling. Her wings twitched automatically behind her, unfolding slightly, tense and at the ready though her feet stayed firmly on the ground. As the fog took on new shapes she growled out a single word."Careful!" Then went to move, but found that she couldn't. The sensation was alarming, like she had become nothing more then a statue, forced to listen to the figures words as she studied the other shapes behind him. Wait, those were....No, that was impossible! Other horsemen that she would have considered her friends; Lifen, Jay, Senga, Zhi, and yes, even Shikoba stood among those shadows behind the stranger who spoke of something lost, something stolen. Though when she studied the greyed out form of the Executioner harder she noticed that it would not look at her, would not meet her eyes. That made it clear to her that it was nothing more then an imitation of the man that stood behind her. The others were speaking, giving voice to the fact that they had taken nothing, and Shaheen opened her mouth to voice the same sentiment, though if she could have moved she would have hurled her dagger at the man to see if those made of fog could still bleed.
Shikoba's voice had her wishing she could turn, because at first his words confused her, and she wanted to see him, to be able to fathom what it was he was planning. He knew what was missing? And then realization dawned. "Yes, I know now what it is you need." It was hard to keep a smirk from playing along her lips, but she somehow managed.
And then she was freed of the hold on her limbs, and she was able to throw herself forward, dagger up and at the ready.
But like Shikoba, she was unable to sink her dagger into the figure before it's weapon was on her first. It had moved impossibly fast. She could feel something searing through her flesh, cutting through her, and she gritted her teeth against the pain, falling back into nothing but another swirl of thick white fog. Something burned with pain along her side and across her stomach, and glanced down to see a large cut welled up with blood, and she hissed out her displeasure before glancing towards Shik, who sported a similar wound.
"Idiot." She muttered, though it could have been directed at herself or at Shikoba.
At least the physical pain gave her a distraction from the empty pain inside.
Stats:
Name: Shaheen HP: 20/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: 1X Pumpkin pill RP Blurb: 6'2" war woman, blonde hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, large dark wings
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 2:59 pm
The mysterious figure with the weapon made Tseng a little unhappy with their accusations.
"I am not a lowly thief! How dare you! I am soon to be a great hero! Not some villain! I have taken nothing from you, now leave!" he said with a huff. Only it seemed this angered the figure. They raised their weapon, then things went white all around.
"How odd!" the horsemen remarked while crossing his arms. The two that had attempted to attack only managed to get hurt in return. Just who was that odd figure?
"We shall get him next time we see them! Trying to push us around like that. HMPH!"
Shaking his head, he turned towards Shik and Shaheen.
"Are you two well?"
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Name: Tseng Lee HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: RP Blurb: Horsemen of conquest wearing a teal tunic.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:45 pm
He wished he had his fan.
Mengyao's hands felt restless without something to hold, and beneath the voluminous folds of his blue robes they twitched a little, threading his fingers together in an effort to keep them from moving.
"I do not - steal - " he said jerkily, and took another step back, his long dark hair falling over his shoulders, brushing against Yuzhi -
- and then he was surrounded by fog, and he drew in a sharp, shaky breath, wanting desperately to be rid of the fog, be rid of everything. He could hear the faintest whisper of voices against the edges of his thoughts again, and it his heart beat faster inside of his chest, made his heart constrict, his throat feeling tight.
No. I was free of that. I am...I was...
He couldn't think straight anymore. His hands felt sticky, and he did not remember kneeling, but then he was and something was soaking into his robes - blood -
- the air smelled metallic -
"No," whispered Mengyao, and he pushed himself rapidly back to his feet, eyes wide.
"No."
He walked away from the figure, unwilling, or perhaps unable, to help, searching blindly through the fog for things he could no longer grasp. Lifen was not here, and neither was Lan -
- but someone else he cared for was.
"...Yuzhi..?"
Somewhere behind him he heard a faint rasp.
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Name: Mengyao HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: None RP Blurb:Pony~
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:12 pm
The figure had swiped at her, made an attack. Her body braced for the attack getting ready for the moment she could summon her spear and then she was consumed by fog...
She was kneeling next to a form her legs tucked under her as her hands pressed at the wound the warm, sticky liquid oozing out of a wound she couldn't recall ever making on her own, but perhaps she had never attacked them?
"Mengyao? Tseng?..." Her voice called out, she couldn't bring herself to look at the figure's face, the breathing sounded too much like Father's breath, and her heart gave an ache of loss. "Shikoba?...Sha....heen...?" Her voice felt strange and disconnected.
Alone. They left her alone. She'd done this and dishonored them all and so they left her. Alone...
She shook her head still having no bravery of her own to face the face of the 'phantom' that she did not care to face. There was no help she could do nothing but there was one thing to do. She could not remember making the wound but perhaps it was her fault - she had done it. It was all her, the small Scholar easily shouldered the blame and besides they were playing mind tricks on her trying to trigger her past sorrows and thus she did what she had to. Yuzhi ended their pain and somehow... Her own.
Her eyes gave a flicker and she smiled the tiniest of smiles.
As Yuzhi gazed over the figure she only saw tatters of a uniform she loathed, she got up and dusted off her hands as she walked off humming a small song.
"I'm fine, though if the next fog b*****d I see is going to be less fortunate," he answered Tseng. And feeling the love there, War-Sister, really feeling it. Shik was going to make a wry comment (as he assumed the insult was for him naturally) when he noticed that two of their group were missing. "Now where has the sour face gone?" he muttered irritably. "And the imp for that matter? This blasted fog . . ."
And when he stepped out to see if he could at least pick out the tall horseman's figure, Shik found himself smothered in white and grey once more. Oh, the foul curse he gave when he turned and saw not his group, but an unknown figure lying on the ground. His only comfort came from the smell that lace through the mist: blood.
Ah, blood he could deal with. Finally, something to kill.
The person did not get any more detailed as he knelt by them and summoned his dagger; the layer of blood and the surrounding mist didn't allow for him to. But Shik didn't care much for the fallen one as he did not recognize the frail voice that pleaded him for help - and frankly, the opportunity was too good to pass up. "Go Home already, godsdamn," he grumbled under his breath as he plunged his dagger into the wound and tore a new hole, pleased as the body gave its last shaky breath and stilled. The amount of blood covering him was marvelous: color was a precious thing in this world.
All the better that, in the end, the fog receded enough to let him see the white coat of the dead Hunter. Perhaps being aggressive was the solution. Perfect.
Now to find his godsworn group before they all got lost again.
Ears pricked, the executioner stood flicked off excess blood from his arms and knees and began to move away from the corpse, straining for familiar sounds. Briefly he thought he heard the snippets of a tune and followed after, eyes scanning the mists for familiar silhouettes.
Stats:
Name: Shikoba Len Faction: Horseman HP: 20/40 Fear: 100% Insanity: 20% Visual Reference:Here, Mr. 6'4", currently with a big gash in his side and blood on his arms and knees
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 12:28 am
Shaheen nodded. "Yes, I am fine as well." Really, she wasn't. She clearly had a gaping wound that her free hand was still pressed against, but she would be damned if she was going to complain over such a thing. "How should I know?" She snapped towards Shik, frowning, "It's not like we're their babysitters or something." But of course, the infuriating man was already moving off into the fog.
"Shikoba!" She called out to him, reaching towards him even as she took a few steps forward to follow, but it was as though the fog had swallowed him up completely.
And when she turned around back towards Tseng, it was to see that he was gone as well.
"Well, that's just great, isn't it?" She growled to herself, eyes flickering around, searching for movement, before landing on something dark, shrouded in fog and lying upon the ground. Frowning, she moved forward, then lowered herself down, inspecting whatever or whoever it was, seeing the large wound in there side, and instantly reaching out towards it, pushing against it, feeling the warmth of blood, wet and hot against her hands. The figures breathing was shallow, each heart beat fluttering and weak. Shaheen was not one for healing, though she did have that pill in her pouch...
No, best not to waste something that could come in handy for her or her companions later! The wiser choice would be to put whatever it is out of it's mercy, finishing the job that was started. If it was of Halloween, it would simply dissipate. If it was a human however....Her teeth flashed as she lifted up her hand holding the dagger and brought it down, tearing the wound open further, searching for the heart as blood gushed forth over both of her hands, and the figure stilled with one last, rattling breath.
As the fog cleared, the horsewoman could see the tattered remains of a white jacket, and that was enough for her. She pushed herself to her feet, glowering down at the figure before turning away.
"Shikoba! Yuzhi! Tseng!" She didn't know the other horseman's name. Did she hear something...almost like humming...coming from that direction? She began following along after the sound.
Stats:
Name: Shaheen HP: 20/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: 1X Pumpkin pill RP Blurb: 6'2" war woman, blonde hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, large dark wings
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:04 am
Tseng wasn't quite sure what had happened. One moment they were all there and the next... nothing but fog all around. He stopped in his tracks and rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked around, trying to see where they had all gone. He couldn't have simply lost track of them! That was unheard of!
Oh, but his attention soon shifted away for the moment as he realized there was a dying form before him.
"Ah. It seems that someone has not done a proper finishing technique on you! I shall fill that position, if you don't mind," he said, possibly in a little too light-hearted way.
"FINAL REST!" he shouted prior to ending the dying form's existence. Once that was all said and done, the imperial soldier grinned, then turned to try and see where the other horsemen had gone.
"HEEELLOOOOOOO!" he called out. Oh! Wait. He could have sworn he heard something in the distance! It could be one of the others. Not wasting time, he began to make his way towards the source of the sound.
Stats:
Name: Tseng Lee HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 10% Items: RP Blurb: Horsemen of conquest wearing a teal tunic.
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 12:28 pm
Her rationale was slipping a bit; her psyche was tearing very slightly at the edges, not because of fog but because of her own worries and fears for her family. Was Tseng okay? Where was Mengyao? What of her two War friends? Where they alright? These worries resurfaced after her earlier act after small feet had wandered away from the figure that had tried to fool her or even guilt her into not ending his life.
She'd done the right thing. She might not be warrior but she certainly was not equipped to end a life. Scholars don't end lives - especially not her - she observes them. Yet, just as she was sure she saw the uniform of the hated Hunters...She'd done the right thing. It was the enemy - at least this is what she told herself. Repeatedly.
It had been right. It had been just. The heroes of her tales would do this.
Soon she found herself smelling the scent of something warm and almost comforting on the air. There was something about it that put her at ease but she was still not sure if she could trust the ebony figure that came into her view - talking to her as if they had known each other for ages. Her pale gold eyes flicked about her surroundings but her eyes lingered on the counters where things laid scattered.
Make something that will surprise everyone....?
It felt as if almost as if she was only dimly aware of her surroundings as she neared the counter picking out a vial of gray liquid and offered it up, "Is this alright?"
To her surprise it was taken and she listened intently to the figure blinking a bit not quite understanding as the figure poured her some and suddenly ... She felt even stranger than before and eventually she felt she saw color perhaps? Maybe it was just her imagination... She missed color.
Small soft light hearted laughter escaped her lips as she just felt so much lighter and happier, more content with life, "Thank you, I needed this," she said softly a small pleased blush crossing over her face. Yuzhi didn't feel like it had been an entirely bad thing and as if feeling the need to move on as the scene seemed to fade and she simply walked on.
It felt like forever though it probably wasn't half as long. She found herself at the front of the door, slender fingertips pressed against the front of it feeling it not yield to her touch or even budging much. There didn't seem to be anything around it even though as she tried to walk to the other side of the door it silently slid into place facing her.
Much like her, it seemed, the door was stubborn.
After a few moments she reached up and grasped the doorknob then there was a touch at her shoulder. Familiar and fatherly.
'You don't have to do this!'
Her expression hardened a little bit as her head bowed down, "No, I do. You taught me to see things through to the end." She said firmly not wishing to face the phantom that was currently haunting her, "You didn't ... Die....so I could just give up..." Her voice was tightened, throat constricted.
Her heart gave a painful clench.
She moved to shrug off the hand so she could move forward.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 12:49 pm
There still weren't any signs of the others, though Tseng soon found him in some sort of foggy kitchen it seemed. There was an inky black figure with a bowl of some sort of batter, and a counter to the side with a few more smaller creatures. It seemed as though the figure wanted him to help as well. How odd! Well, she didn't seem hostile so there was no need to try and strike her. Making his way over towards the counter, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Hmm..
"I CHOOSE YOU!" he proclaimed while reaching out for the tentacled one. Holding it up dramatically for the moment, he tossed it over towards the figure to use. Apparently it seemed to have been a good choice. Though soon after it was put into the oven, he found the scenery shifting once more.
How odd!
Shrugging, the horseman went on his way, trying to find where his kin had gone. It was only a matter of time before he chanced upon the mysterious door. Tilting his head, he reached out to touch it. No, there was no going through this. Well, it wasn't much of an obstacle, especially if it were unlocked! He reached out to turn the doorknob to give it a test, but stopped.
That voice...
It was one he hadn't heard in quite some time. One he missed hearing. A touch of sadness entered his eyes as his shoulders sagged down a bit. She wanted him to stay back.
"I'm sorry Mother. I have to go. If I am to become a great hero of the horsemen, I will need to keep going forward, no matter what," he said in a voice more soft than usual.
Stats:
Name: Tseng Lee HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: RP Blurb: Horsemen of conquest wearing a teal tunic.
Marushii
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 2:48 pm
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There still weren't any signs of the others, though Tseng soon found him in some sort of foggy kitchen it seemed. There was an inky black figure with a bowl of some sort of batter, and a counter to the side with a few more smaller creatures. It seemed as though the figure wanted him to help as well. How odd! Well, she didn't seem hostile so there was no need to try and strike her. Making his way over towards the counter, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Hmm..
"I CHOOSE YOU!" he proclaimed while reaching out for the tentacled one. Holding it up dramatically for the moment, he tossed it over towards the figure to use. Apparently it seemed to have been a good choice. Though soon after it was put into the oven, he found the scenery shifting once more.
How odd!
Shrugging, the horseman went on his way, trying to find where his kin had gone. It was only a matter of time before he chanced upon the mysterious door. Tilting his head, he reached out to touch it. No, there was no going through this. Well, it wasn't much of an obstacle, especially if it were unlocked! He reached out to turn the doorknob to give it a test, but stopped.
That voice...
It was one he hadn't heard in quite some time. One he missed hearing. A touch of sadness entered his eyes as his shoulders sagged down a bit. She wanted him to stay back.
"I'm sorry Mother. I have to go. If I am to become a great hero of the horsemen, I will need to keep going forward, no matter what," he said in a voice more soft than usual.
Stats:
Name: Tseng Lee HP: 40 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: RP Blurb: Horsemen of conquest wearing a teal tunic.
Marushii
"Well you aren't going to do that by standing here, are you?" The grip let go in favor of giving him a shove forward. You think you can hear the whispers of your favorite play, but you're not too sure...
Her rationale was slipping a bit; her psyche was tearing very slightly at the edges, not because of fog but because of her own worries and fears for her family. Was Tseng okay? Where was Mengyao? What of her two War friends? Where they alright? These worries resurfaced after her earlier act after small feet had wandered away from the figure that had tried to fool her or even guilt her into not ending his life.
She'd done the right thing. She might not be warrior but she certainly was not equipped to end a life. Scholars don't end lives - especially not her - she observes them. Yet, just as she was sure she saw the uniform of the hated Hunters...She'd done the right thing. It was the enemy - at least this is what she told herself. Repeatedly.
It had been right. It had been just. The heroes of her tales would do this.
Soon she found herself smelling the scent of something warm and almost comforting on the air. There was something about it that put her at ease but she was still not sure if she could trust the ebony figure that came into her view - talking to her as if they had known each other for ages. Her pale gold eyes flicked about her surroundings but her eyes lingered on the counters where things laid scattered.
Make something that will surprise everyone....?
It felt as if almost as if she was only dimly aware of her surroundings as she neared the counter picking out a vial of gray liquid and offered it up, "Is this alright?"
To her surprise it was taken and she listened intently to the figure blinking a bit not quite understanding as the figure poured her some and suddenly ... She felt even stranger than before and eventually she felt she saw color perhaps? Maybe it was just her imagination... She missed color.
Small soft light hearted laughter escaped her lips as she just felt so much lighter and happier, more content with life, "Thank you, I needed this," she said softly a small pleased blush crossing over her face. Yuzhi didn't feel like it had been an entirely bad thing and as if feeling the need to move on as the scene seemed to fade and she simply walked on.
It felt like forever though it probably wasn't half as long. She found herself at the front of the door, slender fingertips pressed against the front of it feeling it not yield to her touch or even budging much. There didn't seem to be anything around it even though as she tried to walk to the other side of the door it silently slid into place facing her.
Much like her, it seemed, the door was stubborn.
After a few moments she reached up and grasped the doorknob then there was a touch at her shoulder. Familiar and fatherly.
'You don't have to do this!'
Her expression hardened a little bit as her head bowed down, "No, I do. You taught me to see things through to the end." She said firmly not wishing to face the phantom that was currently haunting her, "You didn't ... Die....so I could just give up..." Her voice was tightened, throat constricted.
Her heart gave a painful clench.
She moved to shrug off the hand so she could move forward.
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"Did I? Did you really think --" But before a didactic argument could be made, she had already shrugged the hand off and moved through the door, cutting the apparition's words off with a slam.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:14 pm
Alone in the fog, grumbling curses to herself under her breath. Shik at least should have known better then to wander off. They were supposed to stay in a group. Separated like this they could much too easily be ambushed. Even as she stalked along, dagger always at the ready in her hand, eyes flitting in all directions to try and see everything and make sure she would not be taken unawares, it suddenly hit her. There was a smell in the air. A warm, delicious smell. She paused in her movements, sniffing, then frowning and continuing on. The fogs began to swirl, to coalesce then change...
...And she found herself suddenly in what appeared to be a kitchen, with some blacked out figure smiling and chatting away cheerily. The horsewoman's face was a blank mask as her arms came up to cross over her chest. She was tired of this. Tired of all of these ridiculous games that the fog seemed to want to play. One thing after another after another, distracting, veering her off of the path, separating her from her companions.
The figure seemed to want something for her recipe, and seeing no other way out of the room after taking a glance around at the walls, she looked down at the counter. White eyes of various black creatures stared back at her, and she arched one blonde eyebrow down at them. Only one of the things in front of her looked remotely edible, and she reached down towards it, picking up the fish like creature and flipping it in the air towards the woman.
The woman caught it with ease inside of her bowl before putting it in the oven. Moments later, a rich and delicious aroma began to permeate the air, making Shaheen breathe in deep, exhaling as her entire body seemed to relax. The burning wound at her side began to fade, leaving not a mark or any pain behind. The smell was almost nostalgic, calming, reminding her of something..something she was very fond of....something she wanted...
Everything began to blur out to white, but Shaheen found she didn't even care. She was too content to care anymore.
Stats:
Name: Shaheen HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: 1X Pumpkin pill RP Blurb: 6'2" war woman, blonde hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, large dark wings
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:33 pm
As the whiteness and fog began to clear again, Shaheen turned in a slow circle, finding herself alone once more. The warm glow from what had just occurred began to slowly ebb and fade, but not completely. Despite everything, she actually found that she felt much better then she had before. The aching emptiness inside for that short time had actually seemed to be filled up, replaced with feelings of nostalgia and happiness; things that she had not felt in quite some time.
Again she set off, but only got a few steps before a door was suddenly in front of her, and her movements faltered in a small stumble, her usual grace momentarily lost.
Good thing there was nobody around to see that.
She frowned a little to herself, again finding herself annoyed with the fog and it's little mind tricks. She reached out towards it, fully expecting her hand to pass right on through, only to have her touch land on something solid.
Hrmmmm....
She took a step back, she lifted her foot, and she directed a swift and hard kick to the door.
Okay, ow, that had actually hurt. Shaking her head she went to walk around it, only to have it slide into place in front of her. Backing up, she attempted to go the other way, and the door slid in front of her again.
Right.
With a sigh, and seeing no other way out of this predicament, she reached a hand forward to rest on the handle, ready to turn the knob and proceed onward.
"Waaaaait!"
A very very familiar voice. A touch of warm, bronzed hands on her shoulders. Shaheen's eyes widened, her hand tightening on the doorknob, all ready wanting to pull away. She didn't need this right now. This was not happening.
"Don't go. Please. There's still another way. You don't have to do this!"
Her own voice, speaking to her from behind, imploring in her to try and get her to stay.
No, no she was not doing this.
"I'm going, whether you like it or not." No hesitation, she began to open the door, intent on getting away from the duplicate Shaheen as quickly as possible.
She really did not wish to face herself.
The door began to open, the hold on her shoulders weakened, and then vanished altogether.
Shaheen passed through the door, only to have it vanish.
Stats:
Name: Shaheen HP: 40/40 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: 1X Pumpkin pill RP Blurb: 6'2" war woman, blonde hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, large dark wings
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Ol-j-man
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:04 pm
Something sweet drew him in. A figure danced about within a kitchen that he had somehow stumbled into. On instinct (and out of exasperation), Shik summoned his dagger to attack her, but the strange creature only seemed interested in cooking . . . Well alright then? Wary, he stabbed through what he thought was a fish and flung the thing her way.
What? He had a bear mount. Fish was amazing.
When the strange figure was finished cooking it and he felt his mouth water, Shik was offered a bowl. Common sense told him it would be a terrible idea to eat anything in this upside-down and deceiving world, but the craving to find something familiar overwhelmed him as surely as the vanilla scent emanating from the strange ghoul. And as he ate, Shik felt the weariness and agitation slowly melt away as something else tried to fight to the forefront of his mind, something just on the tip of his tongue -
- but it all disappeared before he could remember, leaving him mended and satisfied.
Stats:
Name: Shikoba Len Faction: Horseman HP: 40/40 Fear: 100% Insanity: 20% Visual Reference:Here, Mr. 6'4", currently with a big gash in his side and blood on his arms and knees
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:52 pm
Music had accompanied the airy feeling of contentedness, yet when the kitchen had been whisked away it lingered still. A haunting but soft melody rang in his ears as he moved forward, the need to find his group growing less and less urgent; it wasn't as if any of them really needed babysitting, and since it seemed as though they were all going through the same hallucinations . . . Well, it wasn't as if the last one had been all that threatening.
And then a door appeared to him, as if the day couldn't get any stranger. Shik gave a small sigh through his nose as he approached, relaxed from the small meal but no less wary for it. What new trickery was this? He touched the doorknob and was about to turn when he felt something stir behind him.
"Don't go. Please."
He scoffed and turned. Ah, not this again, not more illusions.
This time he could give the fog some credit: the woman before him really and truly looked like his mentor, Orithia, but he knew in an instant it wasn't her. Not simply by the fact that nothing was real in this place, nor the fact that he was well aware that she had been killed in the Isle's destruction - no, it was simply because Orithia was not one who said "please". Certainly not to him.
"There is another way."
A way which he had a suspicion he would not like. When the imitation did not elaborate, Shik gave her a long look, debating. "You couldn't stay in my memories, could you," he murmured sadly. The figure reached out a hand, but he took a step back towards the door instead. "This isn't you, and you do not belong here; go Home, Orithia. I still have a mission to finish and I cannot abandon it."
Stats:
Name: Shikoba Len Faction: Horseman HP: 40/40 Fear: 100% Insanity: 20% Visual Reference:Here, Mr. 6'4", currently with a big gash in his side and blood on his arms and knees
