He belonged there. He disagreed, he did not belong. He resisted the figure. He lost. He retrieved the card, assuming it was positive, as the others had been.
And then he remembered.
The Nightmare
What came closest to a nightmare for Lawrence was nothing. That is to say nothingness, a hollow and void emptiness dragged out into forever. He dreamed of it and looking into it was worse than the darkness behind his useless eyes, it was the yawning blackness of death, of the slow cessation of everything that had even been or ever would be. And he was alone. Hopelessly and entirely alone.
And though he did not get lonely in the sense other people might have - he felt no draw for the touch of another, no emotional bond - this was far from that superficial desire, on the other end of the scale entirely. It was everything that he was, what meagre scraping of light and life diffused out to fill the void where life had been. It was a prison of solitude where he was the impotent god of nothing at all. In his nightmare the nothing-stuff, the very void spaces between matter were his kingdom and only partners.
He would never understand and would never learn anything. There was no music in this place because music in itself was motion. Even the thrumming stars and dying planets scaled their music into the living universe. But in the void there was silence. In him there was silence.
And yet it was not a nightmare in the sense other people might experience them, there was no fear, no anguish or anxiety. All there was was the resignation of one who remained ignorant as to why his dream stirred discomfort in him, oblivious that it was a mere parody of the nightmare he lived each and every day behind the impermeable emotion proof walls of his own skull.
Discomfort, he resisted it instinctually, attempting to recoil from the nightmare the way he might recoil from a burn or seek to don a warm coat in the cold. It was not upset or fear but it was uncomfortable nevertheless.
He looked to the card and he felt everything shift imperceptibly, changing, altering.
The Dream
What came closest to a dream for Lawrence was direction. That is to say the numb spark of emotion that sometimes glimmered in other people. It was something he could pursue into forever. He dreamed of it and looking forward to it was wonderful, it was the distant promise of change, of the shattering of the stillness that had been all he had ever been or thought ever would be. And he was alone. Wonderfully and entirely alone to savour it.
And though he did not desire in the sense other people might have - he felt no draw for the touch of another and had no real emotional bonds, this sensation led him to seek something greater than the superficial desire other people felt, in fact it was on a different end of the scale entirely. He sought to understand. It was everything that kept him from stopping, as close to hope as he was capable of. It was fuel to keep him steering towards a place where he would comprehend and where in doing so, he would be as a god. In his dream the flickering promise of enlightenment gleamed like a distant beckoning star, the very void spaces between matter simply a challenge. Understanding and logic were his kingdom and only partners.
He would understand and he would learn. The universe around him spun and sung, endless beautiful music that could be pinned down and translated to numbers, translated into comprehension and further motion and incorporated into him. The thrumming stars and dying planets scaled their music into the living universe, a challenge to the only one who heard it. In the void there was silence. In him there was silence. But he would find a way to fill it.
And yet this was not a dream in the sense other people might experience them, there was no satisfaction, no true hope or contentment underpinning these sights. All there was was the resignation of one who remained ignorant as to why his subconscious stirred distant longing in him, oblivious to the fact that no matter what his mind could drum up, it would always be constrained and numbed by the impermeable emotion proof walls of his own skull.
<> My character's username: Divinity My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 30 Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: Tall, extremely pale and slender with delicate features, long slender wings and light clothing. Character journal:[x]
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 7:18 pm
tw: child abuse
He cannot outrun her, he knows.
He cannot outrun her, but he tries anyway.
k1ng tries every door, takes every turn to try and throw it off (it is not a her; it is a thing, out to ruin him, he can feel it, he knows it) -- but to little avail. In a panic, he looks back, but then the scissors are coming and--
It comes upon him like a crashing wave seen in the distance: both miserable, and expected. By now k1ng can tell when the memories are coming, with the same sort of dread that pools in his belly like ice and cold lead mixed together. No matter what he does, he cannot stop or even prepare for the incoming onslaught, so instead, he surrenders.
He surrenders because it is futile to do anything else.
It is not as though you're unused to being hit. Your whole life has been defined between the moments of abuse, and you have always bared your teeth to your aggressors and you do it again, now, even with their jaws around your neck.
Gently, the teeth squeeze, tugging at your throat, the maws of something nameless and huge and eternal pressing against your skin (salty with the sweat borne from adrenaline and fear) and threatening to crush you.
There are no words, when the dreams get like this, only the constant reminder that you have never been good enough. Too loud, too angry, too frustrated. Too hungry. Too pitiful. You are both small and delicate and the creature drags your limp body to its cave, into the darkness filled with enough insecurities carved from your soul that could feed any feasting crowd.
A string of dumb-stupid-retard-idiot-moron-imbecile, because you could not read until you were eight and could not write your name without a backwards letter until you were twelve. A hand as large as your skull fisted into your hair, dragging you up the stairs and into your room because you have acted out again.
As if your failures were not great enough, they are always accompanied by an again, appended to every sin and wrong-doing, because you do not draw the lines between the start and the finish. Every time, the punishment takes you off-guard, and you scream and cry and demand to know why, mommy help me, but they are of no use.
She is so tired, and you have misbehaved again.
If only you hadn't hit that other child, again. If only you had not stolen their lunch, again. If only you had not yelled in class, again. If only you had not broken what they could not afford to repair, again.
Your failures become a litany repeated enough until it weaves a story of your childhood, and after a time, you begin to expect the punishments that follow.
You still do not understand why, but you know that they are coming.
The creature splits you open and with its gruesome fangs, de-constructs you with the precision of a surgeon: objective, cold, and calculating.
You are a failure, and you get what you deserve.
He wakes up in his room with a gaps, curled onto the mattress laid on the floor, fully himself (Leslie King Miller, without the 1), and is utterly relieved. The first order of business is a shower, then food, then staying awake for the next forty eight hours and, oh.
Oh no.
Something binds him to his place, the catatonic state of immobility looming on the horizon. Leslie closes his eyes and there's a voice in his ear and fingers, cool, against his shoulder.
Oh, no.
She pulls him back down the rabbit hole, and if he were not so terrified or paralysed Leslie might laugh, because this is a children's story with a Disney movie, and now it has turned him into nothing but bad memories and dust.
He is nothing and he is no one, cursed to wander these dark and empty halls, alone. He has always been alone, is always alone, will always be alone.
It continues like this for what feels like hours (days, weeks, months) but he's lost his sense of time and everything else, empty like a tumbled over flower pot, contents scattered to the wind.
But then they appear, a beacon of light in the dim and the bleak, and Leslie feels himself return, the emptiness fading as his hands cup a singular, white card. He remembers, he remembers, he remembers it all: the misery, the sorrow, the angst, the pain. The nightmare is as real to him as this dream world is, and what did you call a dream within a dream anyway?
The nightmare plays again, with rewoven threads that form a new fabric.
It is not as though he's unused to being hit. Your whole life has defined him between the moments of abuse, and he has always bared his teeth to his aggressor and he does it again, now, even with your jaws around his neck.
Gently, your teeth squeeze, tugging at his throat, the maws of something nameless and huge and eternal pressing against his skin (salty with the sweat borne from adrenaline and fear) and threatening to crush him.
There are no words, when the dreams get like this, only the constant reminder that he has never been good enough. Too cruel, too hopeless, too apathetic. Too hungry. Too terrible. He is both weak and defeated and you are the creature that drags his limp body to your cave, into the darkness filled with enough fury carved from your soul that could feed you, the feasting animal.
A string of a*****e-abuser-ruiner-junkie-nazi-despoiler, because he started ruining you when you were eight and it only got worse when you turned twelve. You fist a hand as large as his skull into his hair, dragging him down the stairs and into the room because you will never lose to him again.
And if your successes are not great enough, they are always accompanied by an again, appended to every victory and triumph, because he can no longer draw the lines between your successes and your failures. Every time, the punishment takes him off-guard, and he screams and begs and demand to know why, Leslie stop this, but they are of no use.
You are so tired, and he has crossed you again.
If only he hadn't hit you as a child, again. If only he had not stolen your lunch, again. If only he had not yelled at you, again. If only he had not broken you in a way that could never be fixed, again.
His failures become a litany repeated enough until it weaves the story of your childhood, and after a time, you begin to take pleasure in the punishments that follow.
He still does not understand why, but you know that he deserves them, as you once did.
You split him open and with your gruesome fangs, de-construct him with the precision of a surgeon: objective, cold, and calculating.
He failed you, and you will get what you deserve.
Justice.
The dream ends, and k1ng-- Leslie, he is Leslie-- only smiles in the way a broken thing does, heart bursting with joy and exhilaration, clutching tight the card that granted him a reprieve from his terrors.
It is only a dream.
But it is a good one.
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My character's username: k1ng My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 40 Current Guild: Small IC description of character: k1ng is a tiny, quiet Dormouse. At five foot nothing, his large mouse ears and demonic horns dwarf his head, and behind him are a pair of white wings. Right now, he shuffles docilely without much protest.
Keel sat on the floor with their hands covering their face. They didn’t want to look up, not when they could see their family around them. Given most circumstances, Keel would have ran into their arms, but this time…it was different. A shudder went through their body as a sob broke out, refusing to acknowledge what was happening. Keel wanted to run, but it was a little hard now that they were not as small as they once had. Oh no, they can feel themselves growing up as everyone around them did as well. The family’s image a blur yet changing while their own changed with them indicating time was passing at an abnormally quick pace.
The family kept on muttering and talking. Constantly reminding them that now that they’re an adult they will need to become responsible and that their future has already been planned. Sadly, whatever they were talking was always interrupted by the sound of static and whatever expectations the family held only made the dread in Keel’s stomach worse. What if they don’t meet expectations? What if it wasn’t the future they have wanted? They weren’t ready.
The dread continued.
Responsibility was something they knew they would have to take once they had reached a certain age, but as they grew older, the more terrifying this aspect became. They weren’t ready to grow up yet, not yet. And having this dream again where everything, every single little thing they weren’t ready for gets piled on their shoulder was a nightmare. A real nightmare.
They weren’t ready. They needed help. Someone needs to help them and yet no one ever talks about what there is to expect. It’s terrifying, this weight but who…Everyone is always busy and they didn’t want to become a nuisance. They squeezed their eyes shut and…
A firm hand rests on their shoulder as another pets Keel’s head. Struggling between looking up to face the nightmare or to keep themselves hidden from the reality, their curiosity won and they slowly went to see the owner of the hands.
It was a pleasant dream. Their mother was smiling at them and slowly uncurling Keel’s tight grasp on their knees. She was whispering apologies and smiling, simply there to comfort. Her words lifted the weight off their chest, “Take it one step at a time. I do not expect you to handle everything at once my dear. We might be busy right now, but don’t be afraid of coming to us with question. We might not be able to answer them all, but we can try to work it out together. ”
Keel let out a sniffle.
There’s no running, but yea…they’ll take it one step at a time.
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My character's username: DEDfeesh My character's level: 41 Character's HP: 40/40 Current party: --- Current Guild: --- Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character:DEDfeesh, a tiny little dormouse doctor standing at 4'10. They can be seen wearing a fluffy white coat and shota shorts. Character journal:[ Battle Log ]
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 7:42 pm
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Aiden walked along the seemingly endless road. On either side of the road were rows of houses but they each were clearly abandoned and in disrepair. Gardens were wilted and black, windows were smashed in, roofs caved in, doors hanging open, and more. There was no sign of life around him, not even animals nor insects. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as his panic steadily grew and his foot steps sped up. Where was everyone? How did this happen? Where was he? So many questions raced through his mind until it all went blank in shock.
The reason for the blankness was clear to anyone who could see the road ahead of him. The road finally ended but the end was not what he expected or wanted. It end in a circle plaza with a memorial statue for the dead. The reason why he blanked in shock was because the memorial statue was made up of everyone he held dear. His brain rebooted and he opened his mouth to let out a cry in pain and loss...
...and woke up safe in his bed with Souji asking him about why he had started crying in his sleep.
After reliving his nightmare, Byakko was shook up but then things started to change. He fell back asleep and this time the nightmare morphed into something much better, a proper dream, at least at the end.
~Aiden walked along the road, looking from side to side at the houses that lined it. The houses were run down and falling apart, doors hanging off door ways, windows cracked and busted, rooftops crumbling inward, and a few houses had trees that had fallen on them. Their gardens were over grown with weeds, flowers wilted in their plots, and any garden statues were worn down so they had no paint and very little, if any, recognizable features.
As he walked on and on, the silence was almost over whelming and his heart began to race. His breathing sped up and he was slowly picking up the pace he had been going at. There was no one around, human, animal, or even monster, and he couldn't hear Souji. Where was his partner? Where was everyone? Why did this road go on for miles? Why was everything abandoned? He had so many questions and no true way for any answers.
Finally the tension in him snapped and he started to run in a panic. His eyes were filled with tears that he refused to let shed and they were blurring his vision something horrible. As he ran he came to a dead end for the road, a round about with statues in the center of it. He stopped, panting hard and blinking quickly to clear his eyes of the tears. When the tears were finally gone he realized something very, very important. They weren't statues. He stood there in relived shock as friends and family of his past, as well as friends of the present, greeted him happily and invited him to join them in their get together.
Aiden finally relaxed and walked over with a grin on his face, the horrors from a few heart beats ago, long forgotten with each step.~
MY STATS
My character's username: Byakko My character's level: 36 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Wraith, Red Ace of Hearts Current party: ... Current Guild: ... Location: Zone 3 Small IC description of character: Tan skin, red eyes, and green hair. He wears clothes of white with yellow accents, and has white cat ears and a white and gray striped cat tail. Also has long blue claws when he summons his attack cards in battle. Character journal:{X}
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:13 pm
He has never hated the cold. He’s grown surrounded by snow, and he’s come to relish the freezing temperatures and the snowflakes falling gently as well as the unforgiving blizzards that strike suddenly. He loves the different types of snow that grace his home throughout the year.
But suddenly the snowy scenery in front of him freezes his veins completely. Everything is a familiar nightmare, down to the particular line of icicles hanging off of the island facilities. A heavy lump builds up in his chest as he takes a half-step forward before he loses all will altogether.
There is a body in the snow. His mind screams for him to walk backward, turn around and run away as far as he could, but instead he drops to his knees to reach for her cold, blue face. Touching her cheek is icy and painful, small cuts splitting open wherever his fingers gingerly graze her skin. “Nonono, please don’t—“ He holds back his tears, but streaks line his face as he’s forced to wipe the salty water out of his vision. Logic and memory tells him to stop touching her, but he holds her instead. He cradles her body even when they’re drowning in a pool of red together, she’s dying because of him, because he cannot let go.
“Don’t go. You’re the only thing left. The last piece of family I—“
He tries not to whine when her hand reaches up for his face, and he can feel the barest brush before it falls. He quickly gets to his feet and tries not to stare at her blue face through the tears in his eyes. When he steps back he steps into a graveyard of cold familiar faces. He trips over someone and his face pales at the shock of blond hair. Lying in the snow, he finally begins to scream—
—as someone shoves snow down his shirt. He lunges forward to grab onto the perpetrator’s shoulders. “Eva.” He keeps his tone dead calm while he grips her shoulders tightly. His expression is serious, but once he tries to speak he falls into a fit of laughter and grins.
He leans to the side just-so until gravity does the rest, pulling the two cousins into the snow together. Melting snow against his thin clothes are a familiar sensation, and rather than shout he laughs and tries to pull the last piece of family left closer to him. He squeezes her tightly until she’s slamming her fists playfully and with laidback grin he stands up.
A hand lightly shoves him from behind, but he already knows it’s a familiar moon hunter. He spins around to tackle him into the snow too. It doesn’t matter if he’ll get a cold tomorrow, or if he’ll bury himself in a thousand blankets tonight. He holds the boy tightly. It’s fine. Everything will be okay.
MY STATS
My character's username: R0GU3R4BB1T My character's level: 67 (50 EXP) Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: n/a Current Guild: Vicious Streak Location: n/a Small IC description of character: A rather tall lad with black hair and red streaks. Donned in red and white. Although he seems a bit confused, he takes it all in stride and comes across as rather amiable. Character journal:link
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:19 pm
Arland was falling again... Only this time there wasn't an underground lake rising up to quickly meet him. There would be no splash, no bank to wash up on, no one to make sure here was there at the end... There was nothing.
He tossed and turned in his bed, sheets tangling around him, sweat beading on clammy skin, heart racing in his chest, pulse escalating as he thrashed about.
His was on the ground again, the packed dirt cold beneath bare feet. He didn't know what was behind him, only knew that he couldn't pause to wonder what. He could only run as if his life depended on it. It did. It did.
He awoke with a start, eyes wide as they darted around the darkness. Something was there with him. He wasn't alone. He... It leaped out of the shadows, knocking him out of the bed only to pin him to the floor. He could feel claws sinking into skin, digging deep down, deeper than anything he'd ever felt before. Whatever it was it seemed as though it might be going for something more than just the guts within. It seemed to want his soul.
And so the night continued, from one garish dream into the next... Spiraling down, down, down until only fear was left.
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He felt something nudge his leg and he twitched. When he registered the motion again it felt decidedly more like a kick than a nudge and if he let himself rise up out of a darkened haze enough he could hear a voice.
"Get up. Pick up your weapon and get up. You're never going to win a fight lying down so get up. How are you ever going to learn how to defend someone if you can't defend yourself?"
Ceres. He opened his eyes to peer up, seeing her face glaring back at him in the darkness... Ceres, and beside her Quinn, looking sheepish as though he may have asked her not to kick him, or at least thought of asking her not to kick him while he was down. A flash of green. Inoke.
They were all there and every single one of them had their weapons drawn. Who was he to give up when his friends were there waiting for him to get up and defend himself so that he could fight alongside them?
He lie there for a moment longer before reaching up to take hold of Ceres's hand, pulling himself up to his feet before giving her a steady nod. "Ok. Alright... Let's do this." He summoned Tivadar to his hand, calmed by the feeling of having his weapon back in hand; reassured by the presence of the others alongside him.
When the darkness attacked again, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch, they were ready for it and they began to fend it off together.
MY STATS
My character's username: HotTea42 My character's level: 31 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: N/A Current Guild: Queen's Rangers - White Court Location: Small IC description of character: Tall, pale and tattooed over scars. This brown dreaded Hatter seems as though he might be a little worse for wear, but he's almost always smiling except for when he's not. Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
As Pumcat and Diamond walked along suddenly quite suddenly for Pumcat everything went black
The next thing she knew she was falling in endless darkness snippets of memory of entering a room being chased having strings cut then waking up and going back to sleep then wandering lost and memoryless until she came to a door which after presenting her card brought all the memories back then suddenly there was darkness again and here she was it was stifiling and cold so she closed her eyes wondering when it would end till finally she came to rest and then she heard it
The sounds of a party she opens her eyes to find herself at a party in her home with all her family and friends Toma her Familiar was there but somehow he felt different like he was just part of the dream too but regardless it was a nice party which she began enjoying until a overwhelming sense of dread engolfed her Toma seemed to sense it too and it didn't take them long to notice the dark ominous clouds on the horizon they tried to get others attention but everybody went on as if nothing was wrong so the pare relaxes a bit but still the dread nags on
Finally the clouds were overhead and yet nothing happened the pare relax further but still were uneasy and soon a dark shadow began to creep across the land towards them infact it was on all sides of them suddenly the sense of dread returned with renewed vigor and their fears were confirmed a scream from behind them revealed one of their family members being grabbed and held in the air by long shadowy arms with sharp shadowy claws which came out of a pool of shadows that had formed the arm then retracts pulling the member into the shadow before dissapearing it was then all hell breaks lose
More claws hands begin appearing and grabbing people as well as pools of darkness began appearing uner people and sucking them in some even began dissapearing in clouds of black smoke
Miyu and Toma both tried to save who they could but no matter how hard they fought everybody got taken away till it was just Miyu and Toma left the creeping shadow now sped up and Miyu and Toma who had gotten sepratated try to get back to each others sides but right before they reached each other two clawed shadow hands grab them and hold them back they struggle and almost reach each other when the creeping shadow finally reaches them and washes over them like a wave
Now all alone surrounded by darkness Miyu awakes and after a few desprate calls realizes her worst fear... She was alone... completely and totally alone... everybody and everything she cared about was gone ripped away from her and there was nothing she could do about it no way she could help them to get everything back as the realization sunk in a crushing loneliness began to consume her and soon she was weakly calling out desperately once more until finally she could stand it no longer and called out with everything she had while closing her eyes
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Suddenly the concerned voices of family members and friends reached her ears she opens her eyes to find herself at the party again however she was on the ground and it was pretty much in dissaray but everybody was safe "H-how?" she asks in confusion as Toma jumps into her lap and clings to her seeing him she instantly hugs him clinging to him as well for dear life as tears rolled down her eyes "Someone cast a nightmare curse on us" her brother says softly "Probably a cruel rival farm..." her father says seriously "N-nightmare curse?" she asks weakly once she got ahold of herself enough her mother nods "Yes when all those shadows appeared they dragged us all into a nightmare realm fortunatly you somehow broke the curse and freed us all" her mother says with a proud smile "M-me? How do you know?" she asks softly she didn't remember breaking a curse "Because you were the last to wake up" her brother says "Your desire to be free of your greatest nightmare seemed to shatter the spell which freed us all" her father says seeing that as the only logical conclusion
Miyu blinks then gets a thoughtful expression as she remembers when she was trapped and alone with that crushing lonelyness she remembers the aching desire to help everyone and that pure desire to be free of the lonelyness that sufficated her in that moment she then remembers putting both of these desires into her last desprate cry and willing them with everything she had That! That must have been what broke the spell!
Miyu explains this to everybody and her mother smiles "That indeed must have been what did it!" her mother says proudly before clapping her on the back and wiping a few tears away "It's ok now sweetie dry your tears..." her mother says in a soft tone before stand then helping her daughter up "Now! We have a party to get back too! But it's not just a party simply for fun now! It's a victory party!" her mother announces cheerfully a resounding cry echo's among family and friends-
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:27 pm
NIGHTMARE: Indu had so much work to catch up on. And the worst part was, none of it was actually hers. It was all friends work, things she owed as favours or as promises. She'd promised everyone she'd get it all done, but everything she wrote just came out looking like triangles. She looked up and frowned at the audience staring expectantly back, the hairs on her arms prickling. But she couldn't say anything, could she? They would just have to wait until she was done. There was an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. The audience would wait, she knew, but not for her to finish. They'd be there only for a hour, that's all the time she had. There was no way she could be ready in an hour. And after that, the curtain would close, and the lights would turn off, and the theatre would empty, leaving her sitting alone in the pitch black. And she'd have missed it. Her one chance. Everyone would be so disappointed. Indu knew she had promised that she would be ready, she knew everyone had worked so hard to get everything perfect. Everyone had trusted her, and here she was, sitting on stage, unable to start. Unable to explain herself. Everything was wrong, and she couldn't stop it, and it was all her fault. Frustratedly, she drew another triangle on the paper, and let out a small scream of rage. It wasn't fair!
DREAM: Indu had so much work to catch up on. She knew she had taken on a lot, but everyone had begged her to help, and she had known that she was really the only one who could help. So she had taken it all on, and as always, had it had gotten done, because that's what she did. She shouldered everyone's loads, and took on their burdens, and then came through. And they thanked her and smiled at her and lifted her sky high and and wrote her name in lights because she worked so hard, and they all saw that. Finally finished, sweetm00n stood up. The paper around her rustled, and as she stood up it moved with her, forming a long trailing gown of all her accomplishments, all the people that loved her, and would never forget her, no matter what. And the curtains rose and she was there smiling to take a bow, and the audience stood and applauded, with all the spotlights in the house turned on her, as she smiled and waved and bowed and laughed.
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My character's username: sweetm00n My character's level: 67 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: A girl with long purple hair in twin braids, and purple eyes. Apart from that, she looks fairly 'normal'. Is dressed in the gear of a Dormouse Doctor. Character journal:☾
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:29 pm
Nightmare
Prompt: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
Rei tosses and turned in his blanket. Ghosts did not need any blankets because they don't feel cold or hot, but this blanket is made from electric-resistant cloth so his plasmatic body will not start fires or cause any damage.
He saw something...unfamiliar. Yet he know that dreams only reflect what one has seen before. He saw the faces of his parents on his deathbed. He saw Excalibur walking away with his Memories. He saw-
"...stop."
-the serial killer using his headphones, plugging the cord into the knife he uses to stab someone.
Yells. Blood-curling screams. Panic.
Rei again tossed around, tormented by the nightmare.
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WARNING! VERY LONG RP INSIDE. Long enough.
"-!?"
Strange. This is not Halloween-nor it was Wonderland. In fact... -where is he? This room...where?
He heard a door slammed behind him, in the midst of the suddenly darkened room. Instinctively, he looked backward---
A something was there. Something that he should not be seen---or rather, prefer to not see.
He can feel that something comes even closer as he looked back so he turned back forwards. A little bit too late that the something has reached his back---
He ran. He ran and ran and ran without stopping. Gradually the room-no, the corridor becomes brighter.
There was doors at his left and right, but none of those opened. As he fears that the shadow has reached to him because he wasted too many time trying to open the door, he glimpsed back--
Nothing. Nothing in sight.
*sigh*. "What, that scares me---" He looked back forwards, and there was the shadow. "-WHA-"
SNIP.
"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
He woke up with a bad shiver and a lot of cold sweat. Rei looked around. This is... "-Halloween Town?" True to that, he was sitting on his usual bed. And by 'bed' it means 'a pile of soft materials collected from nearby dimension hole connected to Human side.
"That's one long...and scary dream." He said, after spending a while affirming that he's not in Wonderland anymore.
Yep, he is in Halloween alright. That pumpkin-shaped moon is something else.
"Alright, I just woken up so better get starte-"
*stiff*
"-huh? Huh??? What---why can't I move!?" He tried to struggle but no, he can't even lift a finger. What kind of restraint can freeze a plasma anyway---
Suddenly, his consciousness started to fade. A certain feeling- Yes, like that he was sleepy. Very. Nonononono! I don't want to go back asleep!? But the feeling cannot be contained. He tried at his best keeping his eye opened, but it was futile. "SLEEP." Said a voice, putting its hand on his shoulder. NO!
*Blink*
"s**t, I blinked!? I'm back to the Corr-NGH!"
A sharp pain assaulted his face. Some kind of red liquid blurred his vision---
"DON'T RUN. YOU BELONG HERE."
*Blink*
He's back into Halloween!? But the pain stays and he still can't move his body---
"CEASE YOUR FUTILE STRUGGLE. YOU DON'T BELONG HERE OR THERE-"
He can feel his entire being dragged headfirst into darkness. Into nothing. Into void.
There is simply nothing. Only him and nothing. Or was it nothing and nothing?
*thump*
He feel that his body struck something hard and flat. Ground? Rei stands and looked around. Where? Where is the exit?
...
Some time later. Unknown how many days has passed outside. Anyway, keeping time here is impossible.
By the way, who is he? The one wandering inside the unlimited darkness?
He cannot remember. His name. His history. His everything. Who is he? He can't answer. Or maybe he has long forgotten how to talk. Or to understand question.
Thump.
He stumbled on something. What? In the midst of the nothingness, at last, a shape. In the midst of the nothingness, at last, a light. In the midst of the nothingness -
Two cards are dancing above a small dais.
'He' reached to one of the cards.
"Hey."
There was a voice inside his head. Who?
"It's me. You."
How can that be? I am me...
"Yep. You am I." replied the voice again. "You have lost many, many things. Important things."
Important? I do not have anything.
"Wrong. Here, let me show you."
Pop.
Like a something popping, something burst open inside his mind. Memories.
Of him being a human. Of him dying out of disease. Of him finding a new hope. Of him dying for real. Of him being a being different than human, and all of his adventures henceforth---
The memory of an existence which prefers the name Rei.
But that is not all. Another memory popped open from its cage.
Excalibur not returning his memories. The serial killer using the headphones for committing murder-
No.
It's being...rewritten?
"Yeah. How did I forget that?"
Excalibur did return his memories. He gave him a lock containing all those important experience--- His weapons, crafted from the very Fragments of his own memories. The other him that is his power. His journey in the shattered world, governed by three Goddess---
Excalibur gave back everything. It only borrows it temporarily from the start.
And for the murderer---
Yes. It did happen. He can't run from the past 'he' partake on. Because he is not a human anymore. He is Rei the Tsukumonogami.
A Ghost, born from a human being possessing a magical headphones.
Thus, all the sins are his now. And he can't do anything about it but to accept that 'he' was wrong at the time.
But what?
Now that he has become one with the headphones, he can see all of its memories. The sounds of the whole universe.
The killing of the victims are part of a greater plot.
If they are not killed, one of them will kill their families. If they are not killed, one of them will trigger the next World War. If they are not killed---
"Hey."
This time, another voice beckons to him. A voice that he never heard before.
"You've never seen me before, but I'm the serial murderer."
A figure appears beside him. It was a middle-aged man.
"You've seen my memories?"
Rei nodded.
"-then you have seen what would happen if I did not do those murders?"
He didn't reply.
"-I'll take it as a yes." The man chuckled. "Never before I thought that I will be using my own invention to kill someone else."
"-wait. *Your* invention?!"
That means---
"Yes. The part containing MY memories has been destroyed, so no matter how deep you search for it you'll never find anything."
The man smiled. Rather sadly at that.
"I have become the necessary evil since the creation of this device. That was a little more than eighty years ago---yes, since the last World War."
Not giving Rei anytime to digest the information or even trying to understand, he continued.
"I was one of the scientist that created the weapon of mass genocide. It was created not only by pure science---but with a bit of magic inside. And I used that same magic to create the method to channel the world's voice."
"At first I wanted to give the device to the world's leader, so they can listen what their peoples want. But after more consideration, I decided not to."
"-the universe's voice is nothing a normal person should hear. It's the very same thing as reading your own future. But I decided to bear that madness to right what wrong people has committed---and prevent them from making any more."
"-but then---you'd be not anything like a killer!? You're---"
"-please. A hero is not someone who kills other people, even if it's for a greater good. Anyway---"
The person looked back to the dais. Unknowing to Rei, the whole nothingness has been recolored---
-no, more like recreated.
It was now a beautiful room, fit for a King.
"---your 'Dream' has not ended yet. Go and finish it, little boy." Said the man, turning his back. "-for dreaming is the right of every child in this world." He pointed to the dais again.
As the man said that, he dissipated into tiny shards of light.
At the dais was nothing. The other card is gone.
The card in his hand, on the other hand...
"Leave it to me. I won't be a necessary evil like you, old man." He grasped the shining card, feeling the surge of Insanity welling inside his mind. His form turned into that of an Insane Mad Hatter---
And he was once again Undying=Borg.
"I have a dream to finish. And many more dream to dream."
And so, he sets his feet back into Wonderland.
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Guild Battle Calculator My character's username: Undying=Borg My character's level: 56+50EXP! Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Red Queen's Castle Small IC description of character: <= Character journal:Battle Entry Log
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:36 pm
(Part two darn char limit)
-Congratulations were heaped upon her and the party was restored then began once more no longer did a sense of dread linger and what took its place was happiness and joy plus a sense of accomplishment that she had been able to help everybody
The rest of the dream turned out to be a good dream indeed
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Username: Pumcat Level: 28 Hp: 40 Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith For more info see my Battle Entry Log (Will update soon)
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:37 pm
Had he been awake, had he been asleep that was the question that lingered until he was pulled back under. But the thing he knew was that he did not belong like the voice attempted to get him to believe. Even if it was the only thing he knew at the moment he held firm to it.
Dark, it was dark all around no matter where he looked and no matter how much he blinked vision refused to return. Was this the end, was this how that felt. The silence was chilling but he felt nothing really, detached and floating he laid looking into the darkness, drifting.
Thunk.
He hit a bottom, of what he wasn't sure but soon his feet found solid ground to stand and he was off. Wandering aimlessly until bumping into a block. When the cards appeared his arm moved on instinct, touching the card and curling fingers tightly around it as he spoke to himself. Remember. Remember what? But before his empty mind could wonder further memories flooded in, a knot formed in his throat and on a swallow he relived the nightmare.
Nightmare
"Commitment contract?" The word rumbled from his lips as he tossed in the bed. A rather annoyed looking Rosy was glaring back at him, hand holding up a contract paper and foot tapping in obvious wait. "Can't we just, " He tried but the ghoul was having none of it. She instantly snapped a finger at him and hissed, "it's now or never, SPINAR." His name yelled and forcing his nose to curl in the dream.
It was truly awful.
A demand of bonding, to be bound to Rosy for the end of ever. He couldn't! Not yet not now! But she wasn't giving him any choice. Could he lose her? Spinar began to sweat his nightmare taking a turn for worse waters as Rosy picked up a bag and started to the door, the contact of 'love' falling to the ground as the area blacked around him.
He couldn't wake up, he couldn't escape....but he couldn't decide. So he remained staring with a hand out, trapped in his own indecision.
Just as he thought the nightmare had came to its ending something happened. It wasn't suppose to continue but it did, though it was different, instead of the dread he was feeling in his nightmare a sense of readiness was over him. A chilly, comforting burst of winter air came through the dorm window. The fallen contract swirled up into the air with it, then right out the window, taken away for good. The gust had his ghoul turning on her heels, though instead of a look of disgust like before she held a smile. One just for him, and he returned one hesitantly.
The bag in her hand dropped and she came rushing at him, her arms wrapping around his neck to rest in their normal place. Their rightful place. It was then in his dream that he was able to let go of his fear. Tears, they flowed down his cheeks freezing as they rolled down his skin to the ground. He could feel it, the hand, the familiar hand in his hair and kiss to his cheek. She wasn't leaving she was comforting him, understanding how hard it was for him now. He could feel it in her touch and it had him ready, ready to just open up.
"I'm sorry, " The words didn't sound fake for once and neither did the hiccuped ones that followed, "I do lo-" It was then that he was silenced by a set of ruby lips, ones that tasted of sweet vanilla spookies. After the pull back she murmured, "I know. And I'm sorry for pranking you, please stop crying ok?" Prank. He new it wasn't by the look in her eyes, he knew she was just letting him have this one. He knew and he also knew that this ghoul would be the end of him..
"Right...you got me. You got all of me." A smirk took its home and he spun Rosy around.
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My character's username:FlukeFiend My character's level: 40 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: A silver haired, male white rabbit with pale blue eyes.
Air. The first thing she recalled was air. Then gravity. Then nothing. She was awake, but at what cost? Where was this place? Was she supposed to be here?
Her vision cleared lightly, and she recognized the location as a cot in the Deus Ex Machina infirmary. She'd sustained a light injury during her last mission, so they were forcing her to stay in the infirmary overnight just in case. Initially, Chel had refused. With the shields down, there were way more hunters that needed her cot. They informed her she didn't have a choice.
Was she home?
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NotAllan sprinted through the corridors of the castle, breath ragged and knees weak. If she didn't outrun it- NotAllan didn't want to think about what would happen if she didn't outrun it. She focused on sprinting, moving as fast as she possibly could. The time counted down on the numerous clocks hung in the hallway.
Tick tick tick ▓▓ck ▓ick ▓▓▓▓-
What happened when the clock struck ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓? ▓▓▓ ▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓?
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Stay awake. Stay alert. She tried keeping her eyes open, even past the infirmary sterility that was barraging her senses. Chel tried moving her hands to hold her eyes open, but she was stuck. It was too late for her. A scream was choked out by the cold hand on her shoulder, pushing her down, down. Back into
dar kn e▓ s...
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You belong here.
Footsteps carried her in silent protest to a location unknown to even the mind attached to the legs.
You ▓▓▓▓ng here.
The soft click of her joints settling into place with each footsteps was resounding defiance to the voice.
A soft glow halted the mechanical movement. A second or two, and then her palm was placed gently upon the smooth surface of the card.
"Remember."
The world of darkness erupted into technicolor. The game began to glitch slowly, and with each new blip in the darkness came another one of Chel's memories. They ripped across her vision, nonsensical and slow at first, but quickly increasing with speed as each new memory finished.
Scratch.
"Hey Chel want to-"
Sc▓▓▓▓h.
A soft summer evening.
Scratch.
"Please, don't make me do this Brownie. I can't I-"
▓▓▓▓ch.
Welcome to Wonderland! I am the ALICE AI and I will help set up your character and guide you through the game tutorial! I see this is your first time entering wonderland NotAllan. In this case, welcome to Wonderland! We have many worlds to explore, enemies to defeat and a compelling overarching world that is sure to keep you here forever! Welcome again and have a wonderful stay!
Scrat▓h.
A pale, sweaty face. Faster.
Scratch.
Chel had honestly had ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ dreams. Especially when it came to dreaming about video games. Usually there was less pointing things falling towards her and a lot more cleavage, but she wouldn't complain.
She gently touched down, reaching the same starting zone it seemed everyone else did. She looked down, finding herself in a swankified pirate outfit. She found gorgeous sunset hair and wicked horns on her forehead, coupled with a sweet a** pirate hat.
Overall, ▓▓▓ could do much worse.
The Alice AI went over choosing her username, her class- these were all things Chel knew so well after years and years of MMO mongering. She knew the deal.
She also knew that she wasn't picking some ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ username. She was the one who picked BigBoobs or something stupid every time. So she casually went with the first stupid thing she thought of and called it good.
It seemed as though others had assembled around her in the small area, but she didn't bother interacting. These were newbies- people who might not have been playing long and wouldn't be able to help her much. No, the better option was for her to go it alone for now, and work her way up to the big leagues. Then when she became a badass level eighty guildleader, she could dilly dally around.
But first things first, she needed to figure out where she was and how she could stop that cantankerous noise.
Scratch.
Chel awoke to the sound of birds in a house that was unfamiliar to her. Doilies littered the shelves, which were overflowing with family photos. Photos of a blonde girl, a dark tailored man and two beautiful children.
Her blankets felt like hands coiled around her, strangling her in the morning light. A figure stirred next to her, and she stared in confusion. Had she had another one night stand with someone? Weird that she didn't remember anything. Maybe she'd had too much to drink? But her head didn't hurt ...
Chel had always been a relaxed sort, so she left the figure to sleep. After all, no reason to wake the poor guy up. She stretched, looking for wherever her clothes had inevitably ended up.
One picture at the end of the shelf stopped her dead in her tracks. The woman in the picture ...
"Up so soon?" The man murmured, already following her stretch in suit.
"Who are you? Where did you get this picture- when-"
His look of concern startled her and she took another step back. It was then that she found herself staring into a mirror. A hideous, aged figure stared back at her, in clothes that were probably from an Ann Taylor store. The worst part was undoubtedly the strikingly blonde hair that lay neatly around her shoulders. "Who am I?"
Her scream punched holes in the mirror. The shattered pieces enshrouded everything in darkness.
Once more she felt herself wake up in a strange bed, alone. Soft technological noises floated into the bedroom from a room far away- maybe a living room? This time as she woke up, her joints didn't creak and moan. Instead, the room told another story.
Books upon books lined the shelves, coupled with figurines and games. Screens seemed to plaster themselves everywhere in the form of computers, TVs, video game consoles, tablets- It was a technological paradise so why- why was there someone in the living room?
Chel passed a mirror on her way out to the hall. This time, nothing was strange. Pink hair, power ranger pajamas. The usual. A sigh of relief escaped her, though why she wasn't sure.
As she walked out of the room and down the hall, it seemed to grow larger and larger. It was only once she reached the middle of the hall that she realized the hall wasn't growing larger- she was growing smaller. Chel was becoming younger and younger at a rapid rate. Beaten eyes were exchanged for wide, gullible ones. Burn scars traded for smooth skin.
She was young once more.
And in the living room sat her cousin. The sound of pixelated joy emanated from the television and Chel gave a cry of delight as she sat down to join him. The two began a frantic talk about how they were going to beat today's dungeon. Today's race. Today's game.
This was how it should have been. A younger time with her cousin, situated in front of a video game. That was the chaos she sought. That was home.
In the hysteria, there was peace.
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My character's username: NotAllan My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A girl with demonic horns, ridiculous sunset hair and star clips in her hair. She's a gryphon and looks pretty ridiculous. Character journal:here
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:55 pm
Slam.
He jumped at the sound, turning. And immediately wished he hadn't.
Quickly turning around, he started walking, pace quickening as he heard footsteps behind him, and eventually broke into a run. A corridor. Locked doors. It all seemed surreal, almost like déjà vu.
But at least it wasn't a dead end. Ignoring the doors, he continued to run, and only when he felt he had put enough distance between himself and them, he turned. It seemed he had-
Snip All he saw before he had turned back around was a pair of shears, and he woke up with a jolt, sweat streaming down his face. That... what was... He took in a sharp breath, feeling the air rushing into his lungs, burning. This... this was... his room? That meant he was awake now, right? That was just a dream and-
He tried to move, only to find that he wasn't able to, and the more he tried, the more he struggled, the more he feared. Why... why couldn't he... Perhaps it was fatigue, or the fact that he was learning to accept his fate, but he found himself slowly calming down, breathing a bit more slowly. He just needed to relax, needed to calm down and-
No. no, he couldn't go back to sleep, he had to stay awake, had to- He felt a hand on his shoulder, and his eyes closed for just a moment, but then they snapped open when he saw the corridor again.
No, he couldn't sleep. He couldn't... or else... he'd...
The Nightmare
3 AM. His nights had been rather peaceful, no dreams, no nightmares. Except for tonight. Tonight... was different. He was in a familiar place, with familiar-looking objects at his feet.
Crunch
Crack
"Save us."
There was another voice. Tired. Pleading.
"Please... promise me... you won't... do anything..." "...rash."
Rash? He didn't... understand. But then he looked down. And saw. And knew what he had done.
At his feet were weapon tablets. Broken weapon tablets, each with what looked like a puncture mark in the middle, cracks spreading out from it. In his hands was the broken fragments of one, but not just that. Blood. Blood, and in his other hand...
He stared at the weapon as if he had grown a third arm. This... where did he... It was a dagger, but not just any dagger. A familiar one. His... artifact. It, too, was covered in blood, and as he looked down once again, the puncture marks looked just like...
But... how? ... the blood finally made sense.
Dropping the tablet and dagger, he reeled back, clutching his head. No... no... nononononono this wasn't happening. This... wasn't...
He remembered... people betraying him. She had pleaded for him to let it go, but... he hadn't. He killed them. But... they weren't... These were weapon tablets, which meant they belonged to hunters. Which meant... he killed... Were they the enemy? Or had he betrayed them? Either way, blood stained his hands, and they were broken tablets that had marks seeming to match his weapon. There was no way out of this.
No, this was wrong. This wasn't how it went. This wasn't how it was... supposed to be...
He shuddered as he was brought out of the dream. This wasn't.... what he wanted to remember. Was this who he was? Was this what had happened? The card in his hand began to unfurl, and he watched, wordlessly, as the past repeated itself. Or so he thought.
The Dream
3 AM. His nights had been rather peaceful, no dreams, no nightmares. Except for tonight. Tonight... was different. He was in a familiar place, with familiar-looking objects at his feet.
Crunch
Crack
"Save us."
There was another voice. Tired. Pleading.
"Please... promise me... you won't... do anything..." "...rash."
Rash? He didn't... understand. But then he looked down. And saw. And knew what he had done.
At his feet were weapon tablets. Broken weapon tablets, each with what looked like a puncture mark in the middle, cracks spreading out from it. In his hands was the broken fragments of one, but not just that. Blood. Blood, and in his other hand...
He stared at the weapon as if he had grown a third arm. This... where did he... It was a dagger, but not just any dagger. A familiar one. His... artifact. It, too, was covered in blood, and as he looked down once again, the puncture marks looked just like...
But... how? ... the blood finally made sense.
Dropping the tablet and dagger, he reeled back, clutching his head. No... no... nononononono this wasn't happening. This... wasn't...
He remembered... people betraying him. She had pleaded for him to let it go, but... he hadn't. He killed them. But... they weren't... These were weapon tablets, which meant they belonged to hunters. Which meant... he killed... Were they the enemy? Or had he betrayed them? Either way, blood stained his hands, and they were broken tablets that had marks seeming to match his weapon. There was no way out of this.
No, this was wrong. This wasn't how it went. This wasn't how it was... supposed to be...
He collapsed to the ground, torn. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't go back now. They'd label him a traitor. Execute him. He had done the unforgivable, and-
Footsteps. He turned, and his eyes widened. It... it couldn't be... She only smiled at him, bloodied gloves tucking back a strand of hair before she knelt down beside him, wrapping her arms around him.
"It's over." she said. "We've won." Blood stained her clothes also, and she gave him a tired smile. He... he had not killed them, no. He killed the intruders. The enemy. The tablets? They were an aftermath, but not because of him, and the puncture marks were just a coincidence.
He heard the voices again, softer, but relieved. "Take us home."
He let out a tired laugh, and buried his face into the life hunter's shoulder. Yes, it was time to go home.
MY STATS
My character's username: sombra_mueca My character's level: 35 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Wraith Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Character journal:[x]
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:19 pm
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The most important person to her has (almost) always been by her side. They are imperfect reflections of each other—when she smiles Alaska frowns and when she does nothing Alaska swoops to fix everything. Sometimes so different and sometimes so alike that their genetics shine through their physical differences. But through it all she was her constant—her rock.
But maybe it would have been accurate to call her Alaska’s sun—always bright and always there without fail that sometimes she’s taken for granted.
It begins when she knocks on her sister’s door. Unlike her, Alaska has better manners and has the decency to knock first before entering. There is no answer, so with suspicion brewing in her bright green eyes she lets the door creak open to an empty room. The lights are switched off and when she runs bare fingers over the desk she tosses up a thin cloud of dust. She pauses, but her heart beats like a steady drum because nothing is confirmed, only implied.
Knots begin twisting in her stomach when she notices how desolate the island has become. Something has gone wrong, but she cannot place it. Steps are a smidge faster when she walks across the fields. When she inhales she cannot feel the air fill her lungs because she swears her throat has closed up.
She can only bitterly confess at least the blood has dried to dark splotches sprayed onto the grass, but it does nothing to mask the smell and sunken chest and poking bones—
When Alaska reaches for her hand it crumbles away into pale dirt and ashes until she can only feel smooth, pearly white bone. She grips a bony hand with both of hers. She opens her mouth to say something, but only the void surrounds her.
Until she’s screaming until her vocal chords rip to pieces and until the tears drench her uniform.
When her twin opens her eyes, her own face flushes bright red and she hurriedly pushed Nevada away. “What was that?!” Tattooed hands reach out to touch her twin closely and she realizes that the blood and rotting is all the work of clever makeup. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” she hissed as the brunette grinned lazily. A bony hand reaches up to grab her older sister’s face.
“Never knew you cared about me that much.”
Fuming, the raven-haired hunter stood up while roughly pushing her twin away. “Of course I do, stupid. Why wouldn’t I?” There are certain bonds that cannot be explained.
She sighed loudly, walking away as she heard her sister laughing and rising to her feet to follow.
MY STATS
My character's username: SunnySideDown My character's level: 52 (0 EXP) Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: n/a Small IC description of character: A forest-colored mad hatter with a perpetual scowl and knitted brows. Her hat hides the colorful streaks in her hair. Stands at an average height. Character journal:link
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:22 pm
After all she had seen and been through, she shouldn't have been afraid. Shadows should have been something that was normal for her. For HER maybe, but that was never something normal. And so, THAT wasn't normal.
She let out a terrified shriek and ran, and didn't stop running until it felt like her lungs would burst and she would collapse if she pushed herself further. She should have learned. This was just like a horror movie, wasn't it? You NEVER turn around to look behind you in a horror movie. And yet, she found herself doing so.
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The girl awoke with a gasp, to find herself in some confined space. W-wasn't this her bed? Where was she? Why was she here? She wanted to scream, to cry out, but terror struck her. She couldn't move, couldn't even struggle, and... and...
The Nightmare
She had no regrets about what she'd done. It was all for the greater good, was it not? Or so she had thought. Fairytales were but fairytales, and reality was harsh. She joined for a reason; a noble cause. It was just temporary, right? Once everyone was safe and sound, she could go home. The world would be at peace, and everyone would live happily ever after. That was how all stories go.
But not this one. How long had it been? A few weeks? Months at most. At long last, she finally returned home, but...
There was a picture of her on the mantle, and her parents were standing before it. Papa had his arms around mama, and mama... was crying? The door opened slowly, and she stepped inside, waitin by the doorway for them to notice, but they never turned. And so she ran up to them, called out their names. Still no response.
Confused, she reached out to touch mama's dress, only to watch her hand go right through, and she let out a startled cry. She tried again, this time, reaching for the picture. The same result. With a sinking feeling, she ran upstairs, opening the door to her bedroom. Everything was gone. But why? She had only been gone for a while... she had told them too, hasn't she?
And then she saw it. On the bed, was a plaque. "Beloved daughter. Forever cherished."
It had been so long since she had cried, but finally she did. The girl Mimi Magloire was no more.
This was... this was such a sad dream. Had she really... died? Did no one remember her? Who was she? Where was she? Did she even remember herself? A tear slid down her cheek, and she sniffed, lifting a hand to rub her eyes. As she did so, the card in her other hand began to unfurl, and she re-lived her nightmare. But no, it was not a nightmare anymore, it was...
The Dream
She had no regrets about what she'd done. It was all for the greater good, was it not? Or so she had thought. Fairytales were but fairytales, and reality was harsh. She joined for a reason; a noble cause. It was just temporary, right? Once everyone was safe and sound, she could go home. The world would be at peace, and everyone would live happily ever after. That was how all stories go.
And as most stories went, there was always a happy ending.
She opened the door to her home with trepidation, peeking around cautiously. It seemed no one was home, and she let herself in. How long had it been? A few days? Weeks? Surely it hadn't been months. They were expecting her, right? They wouldn't have... forgotten her...
And so, with hope, she called out, making sure her voice rang out loud and clear. No response. It was almost as if... the house was... abandoned? No, she couldn't think that. She hadn't been gone THAT long. And surely, they would have told her... if they moved...
Despite telling herself this, she began to worry, and set upon the task of inspecting every room. The living and dining room were empty, and a peak into the basement told her as much. She ran upstairs, checking her parents room and the bathroom for safe measures, but still nothing. And then her room...
It was slightly ajar, and she thought she heard noises, but perhaps it was just her imagination. And yet, when she got closer, she heard voices. Hushed. She hesitated, fearing the worse, but if she didn't take the chance, she would never know. And so, with one hand on the door, she turned, and pushed.
Before her was not just her mama and papa, but her friends from school. Grandmama was here, and aunts and uncles. Even mama's side of the family was here, and her little cousins ran up to her, tugging on her dress, asking her to tell them about her adventure.
She knew she shouldn't cry. She was a big girl now, and big girls didn't... Or at least, she told herself that, but she couldn't help but let out a loud childish sob, running into her mother's arms. They hadn't forgotten. None of them forgot. They were all waiting for her. Waiting for her to come home.
MY STATS
My character's username: blanc_usagi My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Character journal:[x]
My character's username: Divinity
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