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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 4:30 pm
"Um," Sorrow looked back out again. Right, this made sense. Like, a kind of test, or whatever. She looked over at Rep. Was he supposed to be here for this? She thought there'd be a lot more...like, self-searching, but maybe this was the master of rituals so that she could be prepared for a spirit quest.
"Ummmm," she hummed, now more in a meditative type way.
"I'm Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows, Bitterend. Just like, Sorrow, usually, but you can pick a word, whatever. And yeah. I came here to like. Join up. Join your thing. Or whatever. I'm ready to- commit, or dedicate, like- you know, as long as none of this involves, I don't know, sacrificing minipets. I'm...only for ethically harvested Fear."
It was kind of a long list, and Sorrow tried to work though them. Was memory part of it?
"Change is like, how everything works, mon. I don't want to go back, so, that's what I came out here looking for. Purpose...." She shrugged. "I used to think you should just like, let things be, mon. I haven't seen much sense in the world. But I'm uh...I mean, if you guys have found it, or whatever. Maybe that's what I'm looking for."
How well did she work with others. She didn't, usually. Sparred, okay, it was- like, all friendly stuff, "Don't have too many problems with anybody that didn't have a problem with me," she said, cautiously. "But, they mentioned the partner stuff. I'm down with that."
Finally, vengeance.
Was that part of the deal? She thought more of the violence and less of the harmony that had been part of her life recently. "Revenge, um. Just sort of cycles around, doesn't it?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 4:32 pm
Rep curled his lip, clearly not liking the idea of being snubbed by some tiny midget b***h but staying silent and tolerating it purely out of a sense of what vaguely amounted to professionalism.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 4:40 pm
Rolling her eyes at the last answer, the girl stated, "When you feel ready, step into the lighted circle and stand however you feel most comfortable." She moved to the console, continuing to ignore Rep. Lab techs filtered into the room, but stayed at the edges, likely only stepping in to observe.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 4:46 pm
Ah, lights and circles. That looked, well, sort of closer to the more ritual stuff she had been expecting.
Was she supposed to meditate now? On like, the questions? Had they been right? Was there a right? Okay...no, she was supposed to....concentrate. Like she was at the bottom of a lake. And like, the questions and concerns were leaves on the surface, drifting by....or, clouds, or whatever. Maybe rocks. Really floaty ones.
Once she had her mind appropriately relaxed, she stepped into the circle.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 4:52 pm
Rep eyed Sorrow and there was a definite moment where he felt sorry for the thing. She had no ******** idea what she was doing, he had decided, no idea what she was giving up.
Tracey said, and that in itself was tragic, it was one thing to kill things, but stealing away ******** memories was something else. It was harrowing and he didn't like it much at all, it would be like someone could take Harrison away from him. She'd forget pretty much everything, all that would be left was an echo.
Tracey reassured him.
<>
Tracey replied, examining the hollow feelings that always seemed to revolve around Ferros and that other Ferros in that other world.
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But he didn't argue.
"Good luck." he said to Sorrow, and gave her a smile he didn't feel, before continuing to keep out of the way of other more competent people who had a ******** clue what they were doing.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:04 pm
"Now take a deep breath and hold it," the girl intoned a moment before Sorrow's existence was forced apart.
At first it was almost like any dissipation, but that was only the gentle start. She had noticed the difference between Halloween and this place almost right off, lively and organic exchanged for pristine and sterile. The core of those called creeple was most often depicted in their books as a tree of sorts, a sturdy trunk and long graceful branches, hidden roots and tendrils, it could be broken in places, but the core could grow and shape itself around such damage.
Picture such a tree, still in its youth, and then burn runes into it, burn runes through to the very center and watch the branches melt into the trunk, watch the roots forced into a single, thick cable, watch bark and leaf and a thousand little things that make Sorrow a unique growing thing capable of interacting with the world and watch them shifts and warp and twist and smooth into sharp, sterile edges. Into an object of clear purpose.
It is, of course, painful. But there are worse things than a few minutes of pain, but fortunately Sorrow would experience those things, that realization only briefly, and then it would fade back.
The transformation is over quickly to those who observe, the creature dissipated and then something changes within the cylinder. There is a sense of seeing something but not actually being able to process what it was. There are colours that are beyond our ability to fathom, the computer displays show more and in a manner easier to record and take in.
Sorrow reforms around her new core, but not as she was. There is a glimpse of the weapon, her runes glowing with new power before dimming and dropping to the ground with an abrupt clatter. The girl approaches the chamber and removes the tablet to the sound of polite clapping.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:31 pm
Sorrow filled up her lungs, and tried not to drool water.
She didn't expect the sudden blast of deep rooted and severe pain, the coming apart completely. When they said change, they meant it, she thought through the flashes of anguish, but she did not white out to wake up in a familiar infirmary.
The pain seemed to stretch on and on, deeper and deeper, and it was like, she probably should have passed out from the pain, or not want to come back over for it, just...anything to get away-
But this was how it was, right? Like, usually not all at once, but exhaustion built up into a state beyond, a state of trance, where you could really see, and she wanted to see. She didn't want to go back. She wasn't going back.
She wasn't...sure, the pain, made it hard to think, something inside her broke or changed or melted or snapped, and all of her coiled up and down flashing with the metal of the chamber, like she could feel it, like she could hold on to that, anyhow, just so long as she was holding on....
Everything she was got caught up and twisted up too. Not just her. Her necklace. That leather bracelet, which deep into it had an engraved image of a branched tree, and she too branched, melting and becoming roots and claws-
And after all of it, unable to think or hold on or comprehend much of anything much longer, a pain much deeper than nerves, or the ache of grown bones...
Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows, Bitterend slept.
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