Well...this whispers were back. Their presence in her mind were so familiar, at first she actually didn't quite notice it was even happening. The raw and empty feeling inside of her started to ease, a confused relief coursing through her. But no, this wasn't right! She should not feel happy that the voices had returned, that her insanity was returning! It was so confusing, so unexpected, she stopped walking and just closed her eyes, her body shuddering in repulsion towards her own feelings.
When she opened her eyes again, the fog had cleared, revealing a rectangular opening in the floor. Curious she strode forward, and peered down. There were the sound of voices and..of battle? A sound that she could not, would not, ignore. Not now, not ever. Battle called to her, it's sweet song completely irresistible.
She didn't even hesitate to begin the descent.
((Exiting to finale))
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 10:38 pm
Ol-j-man
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
Marushii
"Home," it repeated sadly. "Shikoba... I understand. I will wait for you. You... You will see. You will see." With that the voice and apparition faded away...