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kuropeco rolled 2 20-sided dice:
10, 15
Total: 25 (2-40)
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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 8:22 pm
"No, I don't remember them at all," Chance deadpanned. He reached into his bag and unzipped it, pulling out all four of the runic knives, two of which he forked over to Claude. His wet hair was sticking unpleasantly to the back of his neck, but he ignored it for now, instead focusing on the task at hand.
"All right, here we go," he said, taking a breath.
The scenery in front of him flickered, like a picture on an old television screen that was still visible. He thought he saw a body on the ground - spread eagle, face turned skyward, blood streaked across his skin and bubbling from a mouth clearly attempting to still breathe. Chance sucked in a breath of his own, sharp an unpleasant; the blood stank of coppery metal, rancid and unpleasant, and he took a step backwards.
Black curls stained with scarlet spread out across the ground; a knife rolled from pale fingers that no longer could hold it, and something protruded out of the stomach of the man - a spear, a lance, a piece of metal, some sort of weapon.
He couldn't tear his eyes away. The seconds ticked by, the body gave a horrible, rattling shudder, and then -
Chance blinked rapidly. Sucking air into his lungs, he flipped one of the daggers around and stabbed it straight into the ground with more force than strictly necessary, sweat pooling in his collarbone.
"Borealis."
HP: 25Quote: 8-10: You are a future you, a very likely you, and you are dying. You are a passive presence, forced to watch the scene play out but not interfere. When the vision clears, you're able to speak the activation.
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Lucyal rolled 2 20-sided dice:
13, 15
Total: 28 (2-40)
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 8:33 pm
Claude clucked her tongue. " Bonne chance." She uttered, and then paused. "That's not French for I want to ******** you." She dead panned. "It means good luck." Ironic, actually... The trainee held onto the daggers, and watched him. While she wasn't tense, she definitely became more alert as Chance seemed to be acting oddly. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, and she wondering if this had anything to do with more fluctuations. When he snapped back to, she relaxed a bit. "...Are you alright?" She asked, moving into position for the next one. Claude raised the dagger, getting ready to plunge it into the ground when she blinked, and instead of being in a grassy plain of New Zealand closing a portal, she was on a dock in the Caribbean. The salty air filled her lungs and she was getting ready to set off for another tour with a crew of seasoned sailors to teach deep ocean sail training to a new body of landlubbers. There was nothing she liked more than being out on the water, working with a team of like minds-- She snapped back, her brows knitting as her fingers clutched the dagger. She was ripped from the vision and thrown back into reality, and she didn't like how she was pulled from here to there. Claude knelt, jamming the dagger into the ground. " Australis." Maybe Chance saw something too. Quote: 11-14. You wake up a different you. In the mirror you see changes, small and large, the ones you'd always wanted. The place you wake up in is the sort you'd always dreamed of. The people you wake up to are your ideals, and everything about them is exactly as you'd like them to be. If there was a checklist of everything you'd ever equated to an ideal life, this is it. When the vision clears, you're able to speak the activation.
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kuropeco rolled 2 20-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-40)
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 9:02 pm
He wasn't exactly shaken by the vision, but it had been unpleasant, to say the least. Chance felt his stomach turning over, nausea rising in his throat, but he tamped down on it, swallowed until he could no longer taste the bitterness, and flashed Claude what was meant to be a reassuring smile. It came out somewhat strained, a little forced.
"Two down, two to go," he said lightly, and lifted the next dagger.
He had never cried as a child; sometimes his mother told him that it meant there was something wrong with him, but he knew better. It was because she kept telling him not to cry, that "boys didn't cry," and "don't cry, everything is just fine, everything is gonna be all right." They were lies, of course, but he learned not to care, trained himself to pull back his emotions, suppress them, hide them until he was pretty sure they were gone forever.
"Margaret."
It's Candidate #6, though Chance doesn't remember his name (he doesn't remember any of their names, he doesn't need to, they are meaningless). Chance is young, only seven or so, and he crawls back away from the towering form above him, his eyes fixed on the large and hairy hand that reaches out, curls around his arm, throws him across the room to the couch.
"Little s**t thinks you can't get away with this, I'll teach you - "
The scene dissolves. Chance's face was paler than usual, but the smile was still there as he slammed the dagger forcefully into the sand.
"Occidentalis."
HP: 15Quote: 8-10: 1-3: You step into the shoes of someone else in your life, either in your past, present, or even future. You are a passive but aware presence in their mind as a memory of your own plays out. You see yourself and your actions through their eyes. When the vision clears, you're able to speak the activation.
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Lucyal rolled 2 20-sided dice:
7, 20
Total: 27 (2-40)
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 9:11 pm
That little strained smile answered the question. As to what he was seeing, she wasn't sure, but she was curious. First and foremost though, was the mission. She gave a small nod, and quietly watched him, her eyes scanning his face. With the completion of the third, she moved into position for the last dagger. She hoped for an uneventful placement, but she was wrong. Claude never hated anything, or anyone, with this much intensity before. She hated her brother, and what this was doing to her. The casket that wasn't allowed to be opened because it was deemed 'too horrific to look at' was on par in the depth of this intense loathing she felt, and yet somehow, she knew it was empty now. She wasn't in control, and she did what she should have done the first time. She all but flew from her chair, ate the short distance between her and that empty polished wooden box, and tore it from it's stand, flipping everything over with it. The surprised and horrified shrieks that filled the air were briefly cathartic, but it did nothing to ease the pain in her chest.The trainee found her lip curling slightly in a sneer as her stomach churned. No. Whatever the ******** that was, it needed to stop. She knelt, and slammed the last dagger into the ground. " Orientalis." She stayed kneeling, planting her knuckles into the grass beneath her to keep her upright after that backlash that tore another large chunk out of her shield. Hm. "...How's your shield?" She asked after a moment, to assess the best option for the last incantation. Quote: 4-7: You find yourself reliving the worst moment of your life. You are not a passive presence, but an active one. You're able to make things go differently, though the results may not be what you hoped for. When the vision clears, you're able to speak the activation.
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kuropeco rolled 2 20-sided dice:
5, 11
Total: 16 (2-40)
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 9:42 pm
His eyes cut sideways to Claude, taking note of her stiff posture, the dissatisfied expression in her eyes, the sneer on her face. Clearly, she was seeing things as well, and it was not what either of them had bargained for in coming on this promotion.
Still - it was a promotion. They were here to work, here to do what they were told.
"It's fine," said Chance, which was true because he believed it to be true. He closed his eyes a moment and eased out a breath, his lashes still sticky with sweat, so that when he opened them again, he had to blink rapidly several times to clear his vision.
He doesn't have a worst moment in his life, because he sees nothing in such black and white terms. Things are what they are, that's what he tells himself constantly. Sometimes it takes him a few days after his mother's latest boyfriend leaves for Chance to remind himself of this, sometimes a few hours.
He tries asking her, just one time, why she does what she does. Why she insists on making connections with such awful, violent men who do not love her.
(He doesn't understand love, he has never seen what it can do to people, it's just a silly, meaningless emotion that people tell themselves; people like his mother, who constantly is saying how much she loves him and how this is just a way to take care of him.)
She does not speak for him for three days. He is locked within his room, and he can hear her crying, can hear her sobs through the wall of the closet that he spends the nights when their are "guests" over.
He does not ask her anything ever again.
"A caelo usque ad centrum," Chance snapped, and everything fell into place again.
HP: 4Quote: 4-7: You find yourself reliving the worst moment of your life. You are not a passive presence, but an active one. You're able to make things go differently, though the results may not be what you hoped for. When the vision clears, you're able to speak the activation.
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