Jude wasn't sure how long he'd been walking trying to find Ariane and the others, but there he was in front of a door that loomed up in front of him. He wasn't sure what to make of it. Was this supposed to happen? He reached out and knocked on it as if hoping, irrationally, that someone would open it but there was no answer. He blankly stared at it. As his fingertips reached to touch the door knob there was a sudden embrace from behind and a soft familiar voice - it sounded like his Suzanna.
His heart gave an ache. He'd never gotten to say good bye to her, never got to see her smile again, and now she was here again begging him to stay, but was it real? She was asking him to stay, pleading with him.
"...I want to, but there's no way I can't go," he said softly his hand reached up to touch one of the hands that touched at his shoulder, "you know I can't stay even if I want to so badly. I have people that need me right now...I'll come back someday."
He couldn't leave others behind after he'd befriended them. He just couldn't.
Marushii
((Lol. They call me Pales Sloth for a reason.))
Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:12 am
Happy feelings went away in a snap. And Deryk was alone once again. Looking around, he let out a shaky sigh as he still couldn't find any signs of the others right now. But, he did find a door. One that he apparently couldn't get around. Either he go forth through it or turn back... to wherever. Well, he might as well go on through then. However, before he could turn the knob, he heard a voice calling out to him to wait.
What the creepy and unsettling part was that it was his own voice that he heard. He was speaking a little more seriously and a little slower but that was his voice nonetheless.
As if things hadn't been weird enough as it was.
"Wh-who are you!? LETMEGOOOO!!!" he cried out while beginning to flail.
Stats:
Name: Deryk Bond HP: 35 FEAR Strength: 85% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: RP Blurb: Death trainee with a hidden blade. Missing one finger.
Jude wasn't sure how long he'd been walking trying to find Ariane and the others, but there he was in front of a door that loomed up in front of him. He wasn't sure what to make of it. Was this supposed to happen? He reached out and knocked on it as if hoping, irrationally, that someone would open it but there was no answer. He blankly stared at it. As his fingertips reached to touch the door knob there was a sudden embrace from behind and a soft familiar voice - it sounded like his Suzanna.
His heart gave an ache. He'd never gotten to say good bye to her, never got to see her smile again, and now she was here again begging him to stay, but was it real? She was asking him to stay, pleading with him.
"...I want to, but there's no way I can't go," he said softly his hand reached up to touch one of the hands that touched at his shoulder, "you know I can't stay even if I want to so badly. I have people that need me right now...I'll come back someday."
He couldn't leave others behind after he'd befriended them. He just couldn't.
Marushii
((Lol. They call me Pales Sloth for a reason.))
The hands on Jude's shoulders tightened for a moment before his hand was batted away. He was released, but not for long. The arms threw themselves around his shoulders, tightening in an embrace. He could feel her face press up against his back. If not for his coat, he would most likely feel a damp spot begin to form. But as it was he could only hear her muffled sobs.
"No, no! Don't leave me! Jude, you promised we would be together forever! I... I lost you," she sobbed, "I've been searching everywhere! I'm incomplete without you, please!"
The arms around him began to tremble.
"I don't... I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't... I don't know if I can make it without you. Jude, please don't go... don't go... don't go..."
The voice fades, but the damp spot on the back of his coat does not. Did he really make the right choice...?
Jude gains 10% Insanity.[/spoier]
Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 9:29 pm
A few steps later, Ariane found herself staring at a door; she wasn't sure when it appeared, but there didn't seem to be a way around it. The only way she would be able to move on is through the door.
"Wait! Don't go! There's another way..."
The voice was enough to make her stop, but when a hand suddenly clasped down on her shoulder, she froze; she had not heard that voice for a very long time, but it was clear to her who it belonged to... Although there was no way he was real. He was dead. They saw to it to have his body cremated, his ashes buried on a marked "grave" on the island. Pausing, she frowned, hesitant to look back; this fog was dubbed 'insanity' by the Halloween creatures for a reason, right? This was probably another one of their crazy illusions, sent to throw her off guard.
"You should have said that a little over a year ago, Dean," She muttered, whatever happy emotions she felt from before vanishing, "For being the oldest, you sure wasn't the wisest. But you know what? It wasn't Jeremy or me who went anywhere... Remember - it was you who left! Besides, the real Dean would understand." She rolled her eyes, and then, without looking back, walked through the door.
[It's ok Pally, I'm even slower. neutral ]
Stats:
Name: Ariane HP: 50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items:Runic bandage RP Blurb: Girl with bolas; hair is red-brown with green accents at the tips.
A few steps later, Ariane found herself staring at a door; she wasn't sure when it appeared, but there didn't seem to be a way around it. The only way she would be able to move on is through the door.
"Wait! Don't go! There's another way..."
The voice was enough to make her stop, but when a hand suddenly clasped down on her shoulder, she froze; she had not heard that voice for a very long time, but it was clear to her who it belonged to... Although there was no way he was real. He was dead. They saw to it to have his body cremated, his ashes buried on a marked "grave" on the island. Pausing, she frowned, hesitant to look back; this fog was dubbed 'insanity' by the Halloween creatures for a reason, right? This was probably another one of their crazy illusions, sent to throw her off guard.
"You should have said that a little over a year ago, Dean," She muttered, whatever happy emotions she felt from before vanishing, "For being the oldest, you sure wasn't the wisest. But you know what? It wasn't Jeremy or me who went anywhere... Remember - it was you who left! Besides, the real Dean would understand." She rolled her eyes, and then, without looking back, walked through the door.
[It's ok Pally, I'm even slower. neutral ]
Stats:
Name: Ariane HP: 50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items:Runic bandage RP Blurb: Girl with bolas; hair is red-brown with green accents at the tips.
Marushii
Any word the apparition would have said was cut off as the hunter stormed through the door. THUD!
Huh. So much for that.
No changes.
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:37 pm
When Robert followed them into the fog, he got very, very lost.
He thought he'd heard Ariane say something to him, but when he called out a loud and obnoxious "WAAAAAAT?!" He got back nothing but silence. So he was alone, and wandering. Still, they'd found the base once, he'd probably find it again.
Following the sounds of music seemed like a safe start at first. When the festival materialized, Robert let out a hack of laughter. "This place is ******** trippy." He grumbled to himself, jogging forward immediately to one of the booths. The food looked good here. He reached out to grab something, and it dissipated in his hands.
"Well ******** you too, imaginary food. I didn't want to eat you, anyway."
Yes he did.
"What are you fighting for?"
Robert swiveled around, his hands already pulling Jezebel out of his pocket, when he saw the figure. It was when he noticed the weapon, that he realized he couldn't move. His fingers were on Jezebel, but they refused to pull her out, to summon her, to do anything but listen to the shrouded shadow speak. "Is it power? Is it for them?"
Behind him, familiar faces began to crop up. Among them, he saw Petra. He'd left her back at the base, still hurting bad, but seeing her now in the fog brought him almost to tears with happiness. She looked whole, and well, and - entirely wrong.
"Would you tear away those who are seeking another path, force them into a life they do not wish to be in? I am not an unreasonable person. All I ask for is an exchange, and return of the things you have taken from me. You make your own choices; the choice is always yours to make."
The figure sorely overestimated Robert's ability to understand just what the ******** it was he wanted. Robert's answer was a smarmy, choked out, "I didn't steal none of your s**t, a*****e. Back off." But it doesn't back off. It raises its weapon, and suddenly it disappears.
The next thing Robert knew, he was kneeling on the floor. The moment he realized it, he tried to stand back up - but the feeling of blood on his hands and the near-dying body in front of him makes him stumble back to the ground. He presses his hands against the wound to keep it from bleeding out, and tries, so very hard, to get a look at just who it was.
The face was obscured, as though he couldn't look directly at it for some reason. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't concentrate on the face..
He looked up out of frustration, searching for anyone nearby. Of course, there was no one. OF COURSE. He reached in his pockets for one of his runic bandaids, pulling it out and ripping it open with his teeth. When he pressed the bandaid down on the skin, the intended effect never occurred. The blood flowed more freely, and eventually, the figure passed away with nothing but a thank you.
His band-aid sat on the floor, unused, and unbroken. He picked it up in disbelief, and put it back in his pocket.
Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:57 pm
As soon as he stood up, a black shadow of what looked exactly like Julie came up to him with a tray and started babbling, just like she used to. Robert groaned at the use of a dead person for this little game, and flicked his middle fingers up at the powers that be.
"Low blow, mother ********. Low blow."
She went on, and on, and on, about cooking, and leftovers, and ingredients, and she was just watching him expectantly with those creepy a** eyes, until finally Robert threw one of the little black inky things at her. "Listen." He tried to reason with it. "I know you're not actually Julie. I know you're some ******** up concoction made to ******** with people's minds. For once, I ******** get that, okay? But for the love of Christ, don't use dead people." He almost wanted the visage of Petra, so healthy and yet so not her, to return. "It's just wrong."
She seems pleased about his choice. Whatever she's making smells just like the stuff his mother used to make back home, when she knew Roberta and Petra were coming over. Finally, he thought, an illusion that isn't ******** up.
He put his head on his hands, rested them on the counter, and closed his eyes. He could hear humming, and it made him smile.
When he opened his eyes again, Robert wasn't leaning on a counter. He wasn't even sitting down. He was standing, rigidly in fact, and staring at a door. That was a good sign, he supposed. He tried to push it, but it had no give. He tried to kick it, but all that did was almost break his toes. After some time bouncing around holding his foot, he just stood there, knocking on it over and over.
"Hey. Hey. Hey. Assholes. Hey. You put a door here and you don't answer. Hey. Dickheads. Shitfaces. Hey. ********. HEY."
He reached for the doorknob, when the voice calls for him to wait. It's all he can do to not turn around and grab her into his arms when he hears her. Petra's embrace surrounds him, but he has no time to wait for her. Robert turned and took her into his arms, pulling her down into his lap even as he fell to the ground. He needed her. He needed her now, and it didn't matter if it wasn't real. Just holding Petra made everything better.
"Don't go. Please. There's still another way. You don't have to do this!"
It sounded nothing like her. She'd never beg like that. He knew better. Still, he clung, stealing kisses against her skin.
"I ain't going nowhere, sunshine." He promised her, holding her tighter, and tighter, until-
She disappeared.
Robert's hands, now empty, dropped into his lap, and he just sat there for a moment, before his head dropped as well.
