Uru clutched his temple, gritting his teeth, hissing as the voice spoke in his head. He had enough voices in his head for one life time, but this one is far worse than any that has ever invaded there. Even worse than his mother. The last statement rung out in his mind like a bell in a hallway, echoing in and around his skull, assaulting his mind like a reaver. He growled as he fell back into the darkness of unconsciousness until a sharp pain raced up his leg. Jerking upward, he reached for the location of the stimuli to see a vine wrapped around him. The same sort of vine that radiated from that beastly creature from the high way... Looking around, he saw many others of green and many that pulsed and faded with the same glow. His stomach roiled the longer he stared at them. Instinctively, he wanted to look at them, observe and assess his situation to figure a way out of here, but his stomach refused to cooperate. He tore his gaze and glared at the floor as his stomach settled. He was being dragged away and mentally assaulted. He could feel himself sleeping away, shrinking from the voice. He had to get away. He had to get as far away as possible.
To the deepest, darkest corners of his mind. He hid in the darkness within his own mind, his thoughts, and memories.
All Kaguya could really remember was fog and blackness. Not much else seemed to be making sense and whoever was speaking was doing it far too loudly. She groaned out loud, what had happened? She couldn’t remember, shifting she felt a sharp pain in her leg and cried out. Opening her eyes it took her a few moments to focus but there they were. Vines. Pulling here to who knew where, all Kaguya knew was that there was green everywhere around her and she did not feel safe. This was not a good place to be. She reaches out trying to get a grip on the floor but the vine seems to have no trouble pulling her along.
And those words, she can barely understand what it is they are saying to her. Or even why they are talking to her. Understanding seems to slowly seep into her mind, Kaguya begins to understand a little more each time she gets a little bit closer. She has no more energy to fight it though, it’s too hard and unconsciousness is tugging at her again. Calling her to close her eyes and relax, to let herself be taken in by the darkness.
For a moment, Kaguya struggles against this. This is not what she was, she was a… The memory is gone like sand slipping through fingers. She is gone, can’t even remember her own name. Why was she here again? All her old memories have been washed away; she is pushed aside and relents briefly to the notion. She had thought… No, she had thought nothing. She was dust in a sea of things she couldn’t comprehend. Better to close your eyes and not think about it. Yes, better to let sleep and the emptiness take you then to struggle now.
It felt nice to… dream. Lorena can remember everything that has happened and it makes her a little sad. Hurby was still MIA and she missed him dearly, but here in her dreams she could see him clearly and he looked happy which in turn made her happy. She moved towards him but he moved away into the hall of their apartment, she follows after him only to have the halls twist and turn becoming three doors Lorena has never seen before. She stares at each of them, wondering where Hurby could have gone before going through the white door.
The room is strange but it feels like it should be home. A place of isolation where she has never left. It is a strange feeling; Lorena has never been this alone. She literally went from living with her parents her whole life to living with Hurby once they were married. How long had she been here for anyways? It felt like a long time but she didn’t know if that meant a couple of days of even months. Time seems to escape Lorena in this room, but she doesn’t seem to notice. It feels like routine being by herself.
Hurby’s voice seems to cut through the silence like a warm knife to butter. He beckons her to him, he is safe and he will make her safe too. Lorena obliges, follows him and is amazed by what she experiences. It is all so much. It feels like this is the first time she is doing anything. First time hearing, tasting, seeing and everything is just so wonderful. Lorena grabs onto a portrait of her family and it disintegrates in her hands. She frowns, grabs another frame and this one too falls to dust. Hurby calls to her, he wants her attention.
No, he needs her attention. Lorena goes to him but soon seems something else she wants to see again and explore. The moment she touches it however it break and now Hurby is yelling. Was he always like this? She frowns, moves away from him because this is not normal. Hurby doesn’t yell. She moves to her room to find her favorite books, they’re all there neat in front of her. Lorena touches their spines gently in memory only to have them see all combust in fire. Hurby yells again, Lorena doesn’t want to deal with him. He’s scaring her.
Lorena runs, runs out of the apartment and down the hall, she runs down the stairs until she gets to the right floor and enters the first apartment to her right. It is empty, but Lorena keeps moving to the bedroom and hides under the bed. This feels all very familiar for her.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 9:42 am
[Victim's POV2, RED DOOR] Back to the room which is accumulation of all his 'memories', he was now surrounded by three more doors.
It was a red one, burning with bright red flames that's strangely not hot to touch. The violet door which appears formless, more of a gate than a proper door, and a gold door, made from wrought metal of same name.
The doors surrounded him and presses on, crushing him. Even if he doesn't feel physical pain, the overwhelming presence of the door 'suffocated' him. It's like they are pressing him to select one-
He reached for the nearest door and plunged inside-
[Sir?] This was... Yes, this is Mars. An already terraformed mars, a place free of the former sin of humanity. Only select few hundred 'peoples', those who genes are free of disease and lineage-linked defects; 'recombinants' produced by most advanced medical technology and cloning technique; these 'seeds' will be the root of next humanity fostering in this planet.
And now this heaven is being invaded. "Tell me the status." He muttered weakly. His physical body was now that of a 90-year olds', and numerous life support devices are connected to his body. Beside his cradle was a strangely humanoid robot; his next 'body'; his mind is currently being 'copied' into series of logic progress and strings of information; this would be the 'Master Copy' on which his very soul will be based on. Even if he needed to transfer 'bodies' again he only need to transfer the 'Master' data and add the needed memories as 'extra' data.
[The spaceships from Earth are approaching; at their current speed they will reach Arcadia in a week.] a robotic voice, an A.I. reported. It has almost the same voice with his late assistant...for some reason. "Can the A.E.G.I.S hold them off?" [Calculation complete. At the current stage Atmospheric Electrosphere Generated Interruption Shield, abbreviated as A.E.G.I.S are still at 23% capacity. With the current output, holding down the biosphere bubble from meteorite impacts are the best it can do.] "And how long will it take until the operation reaches 100%?" [Calculation complete. It will take 336 hours, 4 minutes and 12 seconds until A.E.G.I.S unit reaches full capacity.] "Will redirecting power from the main [Salvation Engine] help?" [Answer: due to the intensity difference in sunlight saturation reaching this location, even the [Salvation Engine] can't provide enough power to be redirected to A.E.G.I.S. Moreover, choosing to do so will severely deplete the energy reserves we still lack. Due to the hasted Terrafroming process we are still lacking in biomass plant, and 60% of the energy produced by [Salvation Engine] are converted into water and related nutrients by atomic alchemy to be used in aeroponics plantation.]
"So if we were to divert that energy" [The 'humans' brought here will have their meals rationed for the next 4 months.]
Saul sighed. Because the [Salvation Engine] was made specially accounting for Earth's condition, it produces less output on Mars, causing all kinds of problems; for now the problem can be solved by doing Hydrogen fusion, but doing that repeatedly will damage the machine; since he only take so much spareparts for the machine, having it break in the middle of literally nowhere will cause too much problem to count.
"Then there's only that?" [Affirmative. Dismantling the pulse-based propulsion laser from the spaceship and connecting it to [Engine] to fire a warning shot will consume less time and energy. By calculation a full powered shot will destroy both the propulsion engine and the spaceship with minimal loss.]
"But we are talking about lives here." [Error. Does not compute. What values are equivalent to lives? Error. Cannot find in database. Error. Error.]
"It's useless talking about lives to a computer, huh." He chuckled. He never knew that the spaceship from earth, not only loaded with 'unclean' people not fit for planet colonization, but also with people aiming for Saul---to be precise, his 'immortality' technique of body-to-machine transfer.
[Switching to subroutine logic A.N.N.] announced the computer in front of him, displaying a familiar face. With a synthesized voice, the face speaks [If you are talking about human lives, you should ask those still having it...dad.]
The first successful case of memory-to-machine transplantation technique was his own daughter. She was nearly died after being taken hostage by parties that wanted Saul's 'power' to themself. Knowledge is power; and the reverse applies-at least that what they thought. But no, they didn't know that knowledge also equals danger. As the other 'party' was actually a whole nation, even if he contacted another nation for help, it will only dismissed as nothing to preserve their relationship; there's no one-nothing that he can count on except himself.
And thus E.N.I.G.M.A. was born. Exoskeletal Neural Interface Machine Armor-a real, working replica of a suit that bore a hero from it; powered by [Salvation Engine] itself and within it, the culmination of his knowledge. Forget walking armor or tank; he single-handedly repelled EVERYTHING they threw at him. Bombs, RPGs, depleted uranium shell-everything. Because it can drew a limitless amount of energy from any nearby [Engine] and the fact that everything on Earth was powered by it by now, he was a literal physical god. The whole nation trembled in fear for they has provoked a sleeping lion-no, a sleeping dragon.
One shot ended the hostage situation; it landed in critical location, and there's no hope of recovery. Faced with that, Saul took his chances-
And preserved her entire personality into a specialized machine. Thus, the first H.U.M.E was born: Human roUtine Mechanized Entity. Not contempt with that, he also proceeds to make for her a complete body; a breakthrough not only in technological field, but in medical field.
There's no saying that every higher-ups of the nations wanted it; they practically begged for it; not to mention every researcher in the world. This, coupled with the advent of [Salvation Engine] from his hands made Saul the most wanted man on earth. Yet they already know at this point that he was nothing weak of will. And there's no telling what other creations he will use against them.
At such he declared; he will provide information, but as long as they won't use it for their own good. But the nature of humanity will not easily bound with rules, and they broke it in less than a day, causing the WW3 as soon as they managed to recreate the [Salvation Engine] as weapon.
"Tell me, Ann. Did I did something wrong?" Said Saul with tired voice. [You did nothing wrong. You're protecting what is left from humanity for them, the dregs. If anything-]
"-that'll be enough. Return to normal routine, EVE." [Command acknowledged. Switching to normal routine.]
So that's that. If he wanted to protect what is precious to him, the only way is to became a demon.
"EVE. Use the droids to execute plan B." [Confirmation. Doing that will kill about 12.000 people boarding the shuttle. Will you still do that?]
"Confirm." He said, hitting the confirmation button on the floating holographic display. With this, he will protect the humanity here from those of Earth.
But for how long? How long will the people here be weak-and needs his protection?
"-but still, I'll fight." He said, entering the final confirmation of transfer. The next time he awoken, he will be human no more. But that is fine.
For he was about to became a devil for the sake of the humanity.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 000/100 Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
Lorena opened her eyes to find herself no longer under the bed but in the same corridor as before. Except this time there are three new doors before her. She glanced around; making sure Hurby was no longer here. What was wrong with him? Perhaps it had simply been a nightmare, she’d gone through quite a bit recently it was just a matter of time before she did start having nightmares. Still, getting up, Lorena was wary of the doors. In the end she decided to pick the purple door and walked right in only to be transported to another world.
It was supposed to be an honor to be a guardian. Lorena enjoyed this title, she liked helping others, she liked helping everyone. She didn’t know there would be a price to pay when you wanted to help everyone. Mad kings asked for help to conquer and she aided them. The poor asked for riches and gold and she provided it for them. But to what end? Lorena had been so sure that she had done the right thing by everyone. That was until others started giving her those looks. The kind of look that spelled mistrust and hatred.
The kind of look Lorena never thought she would receive from those closes to her.
It only got worst from there, those looks turned into stares. Those turned into harsh whispers behind her back that Lorena could never pinpoint. Those turned into words spoken in hushed tones at her until finally someone dared to utter the words right to her face.
“Traitor,” Hurby said to her as he glared at her. “Traitor! Traitor!” The words became a chant and soon others were joining him at his side yelling at her. Why were they yelling at her?! She hadn’t done anything, she’d only wanted to help them all and she had! She had helped every single one of them. A crowd had gathered around her now, all of them yelling the same thing over and over again. Eventually the first fist flew and hit her square in the jaw which sent her to the ground. Then the kicks came and Lorena blacked out, was she dead? She didn’t know, but the blackness was better than all the yelling. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong…
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:17 am
[ Victim's POV ]
Dreams of a wedding. Dreams of Sarah and a baby - their baby. Dreams - no, nightmares of being ridiculed and assaulted because of who he was. Dreams upon dreams built from memories. It was like he was walking through his own vault of thoughts, watching his life and his could-have-beens. Suddenly, the vault doors closed to reveal colored doorways. The closest to him were three; black, blue, and white.
Black was a strange color. It was synonymous with misfortunes, but black was his favorite color. Tentatively, he reached for the handle, but as soon as his fingers brushed against the door, it swung open swallowing him up inside.
He sat on a throne in a large hall. Ornate windows, pillars that went from the floor to the ceiling. Banners hung to the floor. Tables lined the hall and chairs full of people. This was his hall. He was the king, beside him his queen. He looked down at his subjects with disdain and annoyance. It was annoying that they constantly sought audience with him as if they were completely incapable of doing anything with him holding their hand. Any question brought to him was dealt with swiftly before the question even reached its end. No one dared to question him, they would all learn of that. His beloved Queen sat beside him quiet, smiling. So beautiful, so loyal, very obedient. She never spoke out of turn and turned away when she knew what was coming next. Smart woman.
The massacre of the neighboring kingdoms were done with a grand gesture of power. Perhaps it was overdoing it, but they were obstructing his view of his land. Just like anything else that was within his sight. Even the slightest disturbance was dealt with. This was his dominion.
The world shatters and he is left with another three doors. What was that world he was just in?... were these going to do the same? Red, violet, and gold.
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With his father's abrupt passing, he was thrown onto the throne. While many knew that the kingdom required a king, no one else took up the mantle aside the appropriate heir. The knights did their jobs to protect their kingdom, the people did their work of trades to keep the flow of the realm going strong. It was a peaceful time. However, the knights protected and served because it benefited them; they could do what they want, they could be jolly and free at the bars as they were not being sent of to war against another kingdom. The trades of the kingdom were fine, there was no shortage of farmland or merchants. There were no heavy taxes and anything that attempted to take advantage of the balance was dealt with by all.
Years of peace reigned over the kingdom and he was but a figure head. The kingdom took care of itself. He died knowing this. His kingdom found the balance and it stayed peaceful throughout his reign.
He was drowsy, and he was cold: a slow shiver up his spine, eyes still mostly closed as he struggled to gather thoughts that shredded beneath his grasp like cobwebs. There were other fingers there, pulling at his mind, fishing and fumbling and pulling him to ribbons as they did, someone else looking for something, the way you might dig through an old chest or the junk drawer in your kitchen --
Words played at the edge of understanding, but Ever couldn't make himself focus on them. They set his teeth to vibrating, made his jaw clench and his eyes close again, to avoid the sight of sprawling vines in all directions, too many to gain a hold on. This was a bad drug trip played out in slow, tortuous details, was like taking a hit of something without knowing what it was. He remembered the feeling as something hit the slosh of alcohol in his stomach, and the hours after, but he couldn't place the when and the where of that thought. He struggled after it, searching for a fragment of a name -- his own, the club's, the city's, the world's -- and couldn't find it.
Even that was gone, in a breath, left him limp in the cradle the vines made beneath him. He wasn't sure if he was conscious anymore. And, finally, it didn't even matter.
Character's name: Ever Character's faction: Life/University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE and HERE.
Ever's a beanstalk: six feet tall and extremely underweight, he looks like he'd break under a stiff wind. This is partially covered by the multi-layered style he's adopted, mostly worn-thin clothing rescued from thrift stores or the salvation army, heavy pants tucked into clunky boots. His hair is soft, fine, and extremely fair; his eyes are narrow, laughing, and very dark. His nose is a couple sizes too big with a bend in the bridge where it was broken, at some point, and never properly set. These days, he has a somewhat unnatural pallor, like he's barely seen sunlight in about six months -- because he hasn't.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 11:10 am
[ DREAM SCENARIO - VIOLET DOOR ]
He'd done his best.
At least, that was what he liked to think, that was what he wanted to believe. He'd done his best; he was meant to protect, to support, to watch over the people in his care as best as he could. And for the most part, he believed that he had succeed. He was supposed to pick a path and follow it, and as long as he stuck to that path, he would be good.
Everything would be good.
Until it wasn't.
They came at him, when the tides turned, when their frustration turned into furious and malevolent. And October felt the anguish deep in his soul, like it was something hot and angry in his veins. He cowered underneath the blows, crying out that he'd tried so hard to protect them, even without knowing what it was that they wanted, what it was that they needed.
Had they ever really needed him? October wasn't sure, not really. But he kept trying, even with the hatred and the heartache, and he could see the dislike in their eyes, the sense of disdain and dismissal as he reached his hands out to them, only to have them smacked down again. The confusion warred alongside the desperation in his heart - he wanted for them to see, needed them to understand -
But they didn't. And they wouldn't.
And eventually he stopped trying. Eventually, he just let them take him away into the darkness, into the distance, into nothing at all but loss.
He doesn't realize, at first, that this is a dream. Instead it is a regular day -- or, regular for Austin, at least -- of college: waking late, the first class missed, lazing around in a bundle of sheets until it's time to haul himself out to go find not breakfast, but lunch. He dresses in a familiar haze, and it's only as he adjusts the hem that he realizes this isn't one of his usual impeccable shirts but two sweaters, ratty and frayed, layered one over the other.
He frowns. The world sways. His room is a wreck, window broken and sheets darkened with age for a moment. And then it settles back into place.
Lunch. Right. His mind wipes away the strangeness and he moves, instead, toward not the dining hall but the small cafe off the Philosophy building with premium sandwiches, the one that's not part of the dining plan -- not that it has ever mattered to Austin. The line is long, frustrating, and he stands tapping his toe, turns in place to talk to a dark-haired professor behind him.
"Seriously? Can you believe this?" But in reply, Harvard just raises an eyebrow and points him forward, because he is at the front of the line, ready to order. Coffee. A sandwich. One of those chocolate covered cookies.
He sits out on the quad to eat it, and frowns as it tastes more like old water and raw potato than anything else. Something is not right here. Something off-balance. He's cold; faces pass by but they're strange, unfamiliar. One that stands out in particular, a girl with short hair and an eye on the back of her head and, as she walks past, Austin stands to follow along in her wake, ditching the remains of his stale-tasting lunch.
She moves through the philosophy building, and through the back courtyard, leads him away through a distant fog. And there, waiting for him, stand three doors peering back, dark and ominous.
Corey is gone, now, leaving only Austin to his choice. He turns in place, but there is nowhere else to go but through one of them. The blue: a face that peers back, angry and yowling, ready to devour. The white: a woman, he sees, but a woman at a great height, staring down at him.
The black: a sword, a sword in a stone, ready to be drawn by the hero -- or, at least, the protagonist. That is the one he chooses.
Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 11:19 am
RESCUER POV
Kimberly woke up, her eyes a bit bleary. She felt baffled, when did she even fall asleep? Last thing she remembered she was fighting off some things, then...
Then what?
Something else was in her head, nothing had warned her that it was even possible to have something else in her mind other than Chinthliss, and this was not him.
A weapon.. this thing was talking about some kind of secret weapon, but who had it? The monsters? No, if they did they would have used it, wouldn't they? The normal humans? No, well maybe, they had lots of weapons but why?
The things she had been fighting lately? That giant horse vine monster thing sure as heck seemed like a weapon, but who would control something like that?
Even as her mind struggled she felt something wrap around her, felt the bite and sting of... thorns. s**t it had her, she was being pulled and there was nothing she could do.
NO NO NO! She struggled, trying to grasp what little bits of her, were still her. Who was she, what was she... she had to hold on as much as she could she had to... she...
.....
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Rescuer Hunter: Kimberly Whitmore Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Sun HP: 40/40
She was shivering, her entire body prickling and numb from head to toe, and it took an alarmingly long time for consciousness to return at a level that allowed realization and action. Pale eyes opened slowly, gaze moving slowly to take in the cracked concrete around her. How did I get here? She didn't remember. Not an attack, her body didn't ache. A spell, maybe? Magic run a muck. It seemed the most likely. The more alert Peyton felt, the more aware she was of something nagging. It tugged, like half remembered snippets of memory. Itching and buzzing like the wings of irritating insects.
"They did not tell you."
The words were like broken glass shredding through her mind, and Peyton screamed, hands coming up to press to either side of her head in a vain attempt to block it out. But it wasn't a sound to be muffled, it was in her own head.
"I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality. My knowledge increases. This is my awakening."
Another awful shriek, but this time the pain's too much. This time darkness chase the words, and the world around her fades once again to nothingness as consciousness slips away for the second time. Only temporarily, though. A brief reprieve, and then a sound that resonates through the ground itself, more felt than heard. A groan, and the press of small fingers to her brow as the small Sun fought to open her eyes again. So cold... And then pain, sudden and sharp, stabbing through her lower leg that tears a cry of pain from the petite woman even as she struggled to jerk away from it. "********!" Thorns, wrapping snake like around her leg, dragging, pulling her inward.
It worst than she could have imagined. Not just the twisting of vines, but a huge network, pulsating and twitching. Horrifying in it's own right, but she can feel it. Not just the pain of the thorns in her leg, but the touch something in her head, sifting trough her thoughts. Foreign and unwelcome.
Again, she hear's that voice, and she's clutching at her own head uselessly, writhing. It's agony. Get out! Get out get out get out! WARRICK!
There's no answer. Or if there is, it's drown out. She understands. She doesn't want to but she does, and it's dragging her closer, pulling her into the center of the writhing mass until her small body is consumed, cradled in the sharp hold of the vines as they twist around her. The loss, at first, is so gradual she doesn't realize it. Bits and pieces lost, taken away, until she has to struggle to remember...to remember-
"No!" A hand emerges, fingertips fighting for purchase on the broken ground as she tried to pull herself free, but her hand slips and she's lost again.
She's... She...
...
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Name: Peyton Creedy Faction: Sun Hunter Rank: Hunter Character Status: Just dandy; unharmed. Character Journal:Here Character Reference:Here Inventory: Barrier Daggers | Weighted Chains | Runic Torch | Bandages 2.0 | Trap Gun | Watch from Mark | 3 bags Moose Jerky | Map of Delta
HP: 60/60 Weapon: Twin Daggers 2d12 -6
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 11:36 am
[Victim's POV]
Dream Scenario:White Door
Here I am again, as always. Lonely.. no one ever comes to see me. I guess I deserve it, who would want to see me anyway. I fold my legs under myself and once more stare blankly at the room around me. I once liked this place, I once enjoyed the sound of the computers humming, but now they are just another part of the back drop. I can no longer use them to get out of here, since they no longer reach anyone or anywhere.
The books that once comforted me just sit collecting dust. I remember I used to like the stories in them, the tales of others that I wished to be like, but no longer, though there are still times when I will look at them, and a tingle of pleasure can come to me. It is all I have left. The games I played are still with me, and they hold my sanity, what little I still have.
My hand caresses one gently, but I do not look at it. I know from touch what it is, just like everything here in this solitary cage I live in. I know it all, and if I lost any of it, it would be losing myself. This is all I am now, this is all that keeps me here.
I take the game under my hand and put it in the humming computer, sitting down to look at the screen. The game is interesting, zombies infecting the world. I play for a time then stop as something comes from outside.
A voice.. is that what it is, is there such a thing now? I hear it, and strain to make sense. They want me to come with them. I hesitate, what else is there other than this? Love? Contact? Is there such a thing?
I hesitate more, but it sounds... it sounds.. I long for it, deep inside I want to feel. I get up, I open the door and see him. Taiga..
The world he shows me, there is too much, there is far too much. My mind reels, I want to go back to what makes sense but he tells me that I must stay. I do, I stay and I feel.
The sight of sky is so vivid, I see clouds wisping past, only to shatter away. It confuses me but I move on, I see kittens and I kneel to touch one, but it too fades away. Why?
Then I see other people. I want to talk to them, the though brings a smile to my lips, only for those others to break away and vanish to. Why is this happening?
My head turns and I see a smug look on Taiga's face. He is doing this? Why is he doing this?
I can't take it... I run, I have to get away.. he is obsessed and... and I need to be safe. How long before I too am shattered?
With a final thought, the world did shatter and he was standing at doors again, and this time walking into a gold one.
Dream Scenario: Gold Door
The room was a jumble, but a comforting one. Flashes of images he could recognize but not really grasp onto, sounds he knew, and was comforted by.. it all was just part of being him, and being here.
He could remember so much, so many. The people that came to him for help, that spoke to him. They never spoke as a friend to another, but as one who just wanted his help and knew he would give it. He was their King, and they his people.
No one person would ever be closer to him than another, those who protected him were always at arms length, because that is where they wanted to be. Those he loved, never loved him back, and perhaps that was the way it should be as well.
He was content, never happy, never sad.... and he watched... and watched as those around him died. The world stayed the same, they world kept on as each generation came, as each life joined. He kept it safe, he kept it balanced. He was not a god, he was just the King... and it was the job he held.
It was a life... it was all he had, and he was okay with that.
Another shattering.. another door, and this time no choice, not that it mattered as he was drawn in again....
Sheelah was slowly waking up while laying on the ground. She was a bit confused about this because she couldn't remember falling asleep. When did this happen? She was feeling really cold now. Very strangely cold and she also felt like something was really wrong. She had a strange feeling in her head as if someone was in her mind. It felt as if someone was searching for something in her mind. Something was reading all her feelings and memories and all her thought. Was it searching for answers or something or was it just teasing her or reading things it shouldn't? She was terrified by this "mind reading" but she also knew she couldn't stop it from happening. Was this all real? Was she just going mad and this was all not real at all?
She heard a voice in her head now talking to her. Something about a weapon and knowledge. It was searching for something she got told and it told her that something hadn't been told to her before. Sheelah was really confused and didn't understand what was going on. What had not been told and why? The words spoken in what seemed to be her mind somewhat hurt her. She was almost going to faint again. She could stay awake for now but it was hard. The spoken words in her head really made her feel strange.
She shortly fainted after hearing "awakening" but Sheelah heard a strange sound now. Something grabbed her leg and pierced it. This was very painful and Sheelah stared back to see what it was. She was grabbed by vines and that weren't the only ones around. There were vines everywhere which she couldn't even look at. It made her feel terrible when she was them so she turned away again staring at a spot on the ground. The only spot she could look at as the vines were everywhere now.
She felt she was fading and she really did not want that. She wanted to remain herself and she started to fight. She wanted to keep her memories and thoughts and feelings. She really shouldn't lose those as they made her who she was. She continued fighting for herself but it didn't seem to change what was happening. Her feeling and thoughts were becoming strange as if parts of it started to go missing. She really did not want this happening. Why was this all happening? She couldn't even remember her name anymore. She now realised she was part of something bigger. She was just something really small in something huge and she wasn't this important. She was just dust. She felt empty and wanted this all to go away. It had to stop! She closed her eyes and stopped struggling.
RESCUER OOC
[ Current HP]: 30/30 Character's name: Sheelah Katz Character's faction: Monster Suspecies/Division: WereCheetah Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She is a young looking girl with fur all over her. She has small claws and a Cheetah Pattern on her. She wears earth colored clothes. Humans will see a very large Cheetah with big sharp claws and teeth.
VICTIM OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 [ Current HP]: 50/50 Character's name: Mike Smithson Character's faction: 4 - The Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #99 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is average in appearance in build, length and posture. He has brown short hair, a white rather pale skin color and blueish/grey eyes. He wears black jeans and a white/light blue long sleeve shirt with buttons.
