Ishild ran through the caves of her home. She had to find something, someone. But despite being in a place she'd spent so much time, every path was dark and convoluted and even though she swore this was the right tunnel, she only found herself farther and farther away from where she needed to be.
Abbie. It was Abbie, that was who she had to find. Something scurried by over head. "WAIT," Ishild screamed and started running, and slid to a halt as the path she'd been running down forked in two.
Which way to go? She looked right and then left. There was nothing differentiating one from the other and she didn't have time for this! She had to catch Abbie! The urge was overwhelming and finally she couldn't stand there any longer- she went left. Two steps down that hall and the floor beneath her shattered.
Ishild fell.
Great plumes of snow blew past her, only they were really papers. Pages and pages of papers, every word indecipherable. One danced in front of her eyes and one word came into focus in front of her eyes: FAILURE.
She hit the ground in an explosion of white. There was white all around her: the dome of the sky, the ground beneath her, all white. It felt like she was slowly being absorbed by it.
It was also cold. It wasn't supposed to be cold. She was resilient to the cold. It wasn't supposed to be like getting stabbed with knives, each blast leaving her limbs numb. She had to find... someone. But the cold and the white was leeching everything from her. Slowly, slowly, each movement took more and more effort until she couldn't lift her feet any more. She couldn't feel, couldn't move. She had to... had to... she couldn't remember. With a look of confusion on her face, Ishild froze.
The nightmare crept over her again and Ishild despaired. She didn't want it to end here, alone. She had things she wanted to do, people she wanted to see. It couldn't end now.
...No. It wouldn't end now. She wouldn't go out like this.
With a sound like a gunshot, the ice holding Ishild in place cracked. No. No, no, no. She wouldn't stop here, wouldn't be stuck by this. Ice was her element. She was a barioth! She was the White Wind of the Tundra! She would not cower, afraid of a part of her very self.
She bared her teeth in a snarl, the ice fragmenting further. Tiny bits were falling free now, and she could wiggle in place. That little bit of freedom was enough to spur her on. Now, great chunks were falling free with her every motion. If she was going to go out, she'd meet her doom head on, not cowering and hiding like she had been.
Laughter floated down from above her, the sky no longer a vast empty space, but the carved tunnels of home. A shadow slunk along it, pausing just overhead. "I knew you could do it," a familiar voice whispered. "It was a big mistake, yeah, but it was still just one mistake. We made all sorts of mistakes before, those didn't stop us. So do like we did with those: learn from it, and move on."
With a resounding crash, the last of the ice shattered and Ishild roared out her exuberance. She inhaled, every last bit of floating ice and snow vanishing down her maw. Eyes blazing, she bellowed out blast of frost and wind that would do any of her kin proud, shouting her defiance out.
Then she shook herself to settle in to a more relaxed slouch. "I won't let it define me," she told the shadow on the ceiling.
It nodded back. "Good." And then with a flash of a smile, it scurried off. Ishild grinned right back, feeling a lot lighter than she had in a long while.
MY STATS
My character's username: WhiteWind My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Sentry Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character: WhiteWind is a very very white Caterpillar: white hair, white skin, white fangs, with two glowing amber pinpoints for eyes. She wears the white/grey variation of the Caterpillar armor, with white fur lining her red cloak. Everything is perfectly fitted to her lean frame, though she keeps the cloak curled around herself protectively and the hood is always up. Character journal:Right here!
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 4:09 pm
Stumbled, staggered steps took him across a ground littered with bodies. His gaze fell on each, a single brown eye rolling downwards. A flash of hair spilled out around a face, a mouth agape in a silent scream of horror, black liquid dribbling down a chin.
He was smiling. It was so beautiful. All of them now, they were just perfect.His friends, all staring lifelessly up into his face as he passed them. He was grinning from ear to ear. All dead. All of them.
It was so beautiful.
"Finn?"
The voice, a familiar one, traveled through the air from somewhere behind him. He straightened from where he had begun to crouch, from where fingers had brushed against a face, moving strands of red away from lilac eyes just so.
"Finn what have you done?" The horror and panic in the voice was impossible to ignore, and so when he turned, and let his eye rest on the one, the last one left, his grin could only grow wider.
"Isn't it wonderful? Absolutely flawless." He moved towards them, a hand reaching out as though in kindness. "Now they can no longer speak. Now they can no longer make me...Feel." He was right in front of them now, a hand rising up, gloved knuckles brushing against a cheek.
"Now it's just me and you." Whispered words, fingers threading through pale hair, gentle at first, almost caressing.
And then they tightened their hold, yanking back on the hair, forcing the final victims head to tilt back at a painful looking angle. They let out a strangled cry, and Finn placed a finger to their lips, something tucked into the palm of his hand glinting in the light, something made of glass.
"Shhhhhhh, just you and me." The index finger was suddenly jammed into the other persons mouth, moving to wrench open teeth. "You understand, don't you?" A glass vial slid down, the top already open, a black liquid inside.
"I can't be happy. So you need to go. I can't love you." The liquid was flowing out, down into the other's mouth. The struggled of course. Everyone always struggled. Fingers clawed at Finn's face, feet kicked at his legs. They were choking. The liquid was choking them, and it burned, and it stunk. Like rotting corpses the scent filled the air, cloying and thick.
The body began to stop thrashing, and finally went still, and Finn let the hand holding the vial fall away, before leaning forward to press a light kiss against soft lips.
"And now I don't have to. Goodbye." He whispered, before letting the body fall away, to the ground, to join the others.
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It began again. His vision was blurred, and Stumbled, staggered steps took him across a ground littered with bodies. His gaze fell on each, a single brown eye rolling downwards. A flash of hair spilled out around a face, a mouth agape in a silent scream of horror, black liquid dribbling down a chin.
He was smiling. It was so beautiful. All of them now, they were just perfect.His friends, all staring lifelessly up into his face as he passed them. He was grinning from ear to ear. All dead. All of them.
It was so beautiful.
"Finn?"
The voice, a familiar one, traveled through the air from somewhere behind him. He straightened from where he had begun to crouch, from where fingers had brushed against a face, moving strands of red away from lilac eyes just so.
"Finn what have you done?" The horror and panic in the voice was impossible to ignore, and so when he turned, and let his eye rest on the one, the last one left, his grin could only grow wider.
"Isn't it wonderful? Absolutely flawless." He moved towards them, a hand reaching out as though in kindness. "Now they can no longer speak. Now they can no longer make me...Feel." He was right in front of them now, a hand rising up, gloved knuckles brushing against a cheek.
"Now it's just me and you." Whispered words, fingers threading through pale hair, gentle at first, almost caressing.
And then they tightened their hold, yanking back on the hair, forcing the final victims head to tilt back at a painful looking angle. They let out a strangled cry, and Finn placed a finger to their lips, something tucked into the palm of his hand glinting in the light, something made of glass.
"Shhhhhhh, just you and me." The index finger was suddenly jammed into the other persons mouth, moving to wrench open teeth. "You understand, don't you?" A glass vial slid down, the top already open, a black liquid inside.
"I can't be happy. So you need to go. I can't love you." The liquid was flowing out, down into the other's mouth. The struggled of course. Everyone always struggled. Fingers clawed at Finn's face, feet kicked at his legs. They were choking. The liquid was choking them, and it burned, and it stunk. Like rotting corpses the scent filled the air, cloying and thick.
The body began to stop thrashing, and finally went still, and Finn let the hand holding the vial fall away, before leaning forward to press a light kiss against soft lips.
"And now I don't have to. Goodbye." He whispered, but instead of letting the body fall to the ground, he held it closer, his quiet words falling on now deaf ears. Humming to himself, he moved back, back towards the other bodies that he'd laid out on the ground.
So beautiful. So perfect.
He let himself fall to the ground abruptly, surrounded by corpses, a wild laugh escaping his lips, the one he held rolling to the side, to lie next to him.
Surrounded by those he couldn't love. That he wouldn't love. And now, he would never have to even try.....
It seemed that even a terrible nightmare could also be the most amazing dream.
MY STATS
My character's username: adventuremaster My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Sentry Caterpillar Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: Red Castle Small IC description of character: short brown hair under a blue furry cloak with wings, 5'9", armored in blue, black eye patch with blue club symbol on the front over his right eye. Smirky. So smirky. Character journal:Here
There were things that she had forgotten; pieces of herself that were missing. In the nightmare they waited for her on the other side of a locked door. As she stood in front of it a chill raced down her spine bringing with it a deeply profound sense of foreboding. Something wasn't right. Something....
She stepped forward, placing one hand on the door as if she could somehow know what was on the other side just from touching it. Her fingers drifted up, lightly brushing along the intricate detailing on the lock, drawing back quickly only at the sound of a shrill screech coming from the other side.
Today wouldn't be the day to test what was on the other side... But the next day she would return, and the day after that, each day bringing the same curiosity. Curiouser and curiouser...
The screams grew louder until she could finally hear them for what they were. Her own.
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She was on the other side of the door now, hands balled into fists that pounded on the heavy door as she tried desperately to get someone's attention. Someone had to hear her calling for help. Someone...
Aldara heard a click and the pounding stopped. She backed slowly away from the door, waiting to see what happened next. One minute... Two... Three... Several more ticked by without sound. Nothing happened, no one came. The harpy ghoul inched forward again, placing one hand flat against the door and... Nuuuddge.
It opened slowly with a creak and she peered around it to see...
Outside. The door to dark nothingness opened out on to a sandy beach, the sun setting off in the horizon as the waves crashed up against the shore. She squinted back at the dim light, bringing one hand up to shield her gaze as her eyes adjusted. Down the beach she could see that someone had started a fire, light flickering as it licked at the wood that had been used to start it.
She could smell... Food. Her stomach growled and she took off t a run, ignoring how her talons slid in the sand, how it would be so much easier to just leap into the air and glide. She was free and that, for now, was all that mattered.
MY STATS
My character's username: CorvidaeCat My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: N/A - Red Court Current Guild: Unaligned Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: If it weren't for the feathers, one might think that Corvidae was meant to be a cat... Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 7:11 pm
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Bibi lay sprawled on her bed, dreaming sweet dreams of cotton candy fairies and chocolate rivers...
Until the fairies turned vicious, ripping at her with shark-like teeth. Until the rivers of chocolate gained eyes of angry alligators that came for her.
She screamed and screamed, getting smaller and smaller as she was eaten bit by bit.
When she was no bigger than a mouse, she was able to slip into a hole in a tree where the fairies and alligators couldn't reach her.
She sniffled and sobbed, rubbing at her face, terrified of leaving her safe haven. It was there that she fell asleep, tears staining her face...
And when she woke, she was safe back in her bed.
The light came on, and Bibi could see that her bed wasn't her bed at all, but another alligator, and it was carrying her to what looked like an alligator family reunion. There looked to be about a thousand of them, and above them were the blood-thirsty fairies.
She had to get out of there. She had to go, somehow. She started to inch off of the alligator's back, but was stopped by two more coming up behind her and nipping at her to make her stay on.
She squeaked and stayed on, feeling tears slide down her cheeks. She was going to be torn apart and eaten and there was nothing she could do about it.
She cried softly as she was brought to a large black table covered with suspicious rust colored stains.
And then it hit her. Literally. A glob of some thick liquid hit her and she squealed, thinking it was some kind of goo-eating acid or something...but it wasn't. It was paint.
She blinked and put a hand in it, then looked at. Rust colored. Just like the stains on the table. Another splatter hit her, but this time it was green. She smiled, then laughed, Then she was sprawled on the table laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes.
The next thing she knew, someone was handing her a paint gun and then it was war.
A paint war!!
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My character's username: ThePinkMonsturr My character's level: 34 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: In a word? PINK. In more words, pink goo girl.
The rush of water all around him was the first thing Feng registered. It was all he could feel, hear, and taste. Brine-y, ice cold currents pushed and pulled him and he couldn’t tell which way was up. Desperately he flailed his arms and legs, and with what felt like way too much effort he broke through the surface of the water and gasped for air until his lungs burned. There was salt up his nose and in his eyes and every part of him felt like it was on fire with the effort to survive.
Panicked and lost, he twisted around, but there was only expansive sea to be seen in every direction. Ominous clouds rolled overhead, diluting everything to shades of grey and black. Huge waves from what was surely an intense storm not far off sent him rolling along with them.
He was entirely stranded, but not alone.
Something seemed to build up below the surface of the water, and then broke free with n impressive spout of water. The huge black mass glided through the water until a massive eye stared back at him. The relief that flooded him was overwhelming. Whales guide ships home.
“Please,” he pleaded, remembering every story his father ever told him. “Please show me how to get home.”
The whale seemed to contemplate this for a moment, but then began to slowly turn towards him. Feng reached out, elated for the help, but as his arm hung in the air the whale’s mouth opened until all Feng could see was its all too sharp teeth. He yelled and turned to swim away, but the whale’s jaws snapped closed all too quickly around his arm. With incredible force it dragged him downwards, until the sea closed over his head, and then until he could hardly see the light breaking the surface of the water. He kicked and tried to yell but water filled his lungs, blending with the pain in his arm.
And further yet the whale dived.
As water filled his lungs the world around him seemed to bug out, like a glitch. It was a buzz of energy around him until it glitched right back to him treading water, staring into the eye of the whale.
"Please," he tried pleading again, feeling raw and terrified.
Slowly the whale submerged itself again, but Feng felt it displacing the water around him. It was definitely circling underneath him.
He screamed when he felt it's skin rub against his foot, but it was pushing up on him. He flailed a little as it rose and rose until he was coming up out of the water. It was lifting him onto it's back.
He shivered in the open air and pressed his body down low against the whale, watching as they sailed past waves.
The whale really was taking him home. He was going to be okay.
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My character's username: Whalelord My character's level: 30 Character's HP: 40 Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Small IC description of character: Burgundy hatter with floppy black hair. probably flails. most likely looks dumb. Character journal:Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 7:54 pm
Slam.
Shadow spun, eyes and ears tuned to the source of noise. He felt it getting closer, closer. He tried backing up, but Shadow had never been very athletically tuned. It was too late for him.
Snip.
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He awoke with the oxygen burning into his lungs, as though he'd never breathed before. The world was blurry, his glasses having been set on his nightstand, as they were placed every night. His arm stretched frantically for the piece of plastic, but were chilled to meet an ice cold hand.
You belong here.
He wretched, his entire body spasming into immobility. He fought, teeth gritted and against the enemy, but it was too late.
Back into sleep.
Lock had never been afraid of darkness. He'd lived his whole life thusfar underground- a little darkness was comforting, it was home. His trade was burgeoned in darkness, being a shadowmaster and all.
But the light- the light was different. Blinding white light was mysterious in a way one couldn't comprehend. The source of the light, the heat, the seemingly eternal endlessness- that was something that he couldn't control and account for.
Now he found himself bathed in light, surrounded by nothing but the blank canvas. Even if he would have worked up the energy to look at his surroundings, he would find nothing. As it stood, he couldn't even move. The light weakened him far too much.
Eyes began appearing in the whiteness. Small at first, then increasingly rapidly. Blue, glowing teal eyes covered the sky line, all crescented with mirthful amusement.
Voodoo.
"What ... did you ... do ..."
The darkness was welcome. He felt so comfortable, so at home. He could stay here forever. He belonged here.
On he wandered, until he met a strange object. Seeing as there was no reason not to, he gently touched the cards.
Memories uploaded quickly into his mind, unfurling in front of him. The darkness was no less friendly, but understanding warned him of its dangers. He banged his fists against the object, until it sparkled and disappeared into the darkness too.
A dream.
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It went black once more, but this time he remained in the darkness. He let go of Voodoo, of Amity, of everything. There was no longer any light, just darkness, and a single path forward.
He took a single step.
"Leaving without me? I knew I was hated, but we are inseparable, you know. It would be disadvantageous to continue in such a haphazard manner."
A small smile crossed his face. "No, I could not leave you little one."
He had a new understanding of Voodoo, and the two walked in silence, until Voodoo spoke up. "But where does the path lead?"
Lock laughed and said, "If I knew, I would tell you!" It seemed they'd come to an understanding of each other. Where that relationship was leading was anyone's guess, but for now, they'd walk.
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My character's username: ShadowLord15 My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: A thin looking boy with the basic cheshire outfit. He has black and white striped hair and a pair of glasses. He also has a pair of shadowy arms and a set of blackened claws. Reference. Character journal:here
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 9:23 pm
Nightmare SOLO
Cahir sat in a chair in the middle nowhere. Darkness occupied every visual area excluding the places where a spotlight was. And while someone might question why there was a spotlight in such a place or where they might be right now, Cahir simply sat there with the blankest of expressions with his hands gripped tightly against his knees.
Silently, a clock started ticking – 1, 2, 3… and spotlights start turning on revealing graves as the time went on, each labelled with a name Cahir was more than too familiar with. He bit his lip and remained quiet as the briefest signs of dread surfaced.
To fail what he was trying, no wanting, to do is painful. To be forced to watch as time moves on as if nothing has ever happened, to be forced to watch the number of causalities and deaths grow, the feeling is dreadful.
It is true that, in reality, he has yet to face anyone’s death close or far – he has not yet experiences anything so bad he had wanted to cry. Yet knowing and predicting that the worse will happen, that one day, he will have friends and he will have to watch them fight and die is hollowing.
So often he had suggested to himself that keeping others at a distance isn’t that hard, that being indifferent isn’t. But at the end, it just builds up that unease of fear and dread of eventually watching or, worse yet, causing a death. He didn’t want it to happen. He wanted to protect.
Eventually, all his thoughts crash and the nightmare fade out.
Cahir wakes to another darken dream. He could still remember the nightmare clearly, yet a voice laughs beside him.
“Well, you’re not the only one in battle you know. Stop being such a dull stick in the mud! Let’s RUMBLEEEE!” It cheered, and while he has absolutely no idea where the voice came from, Cahir could clearly imagine the cheeky smile the voice seems to express. A warm feeling is in his chest as he listens to the strangely encouraging voice, and Cahir couldn’t help but smile.
“There’s no enemy here you dork.”
“I know,” the voice responded, “But you seem to act like there is. Weren’t you the one who’s always saying take it as they come?”
Silence.
Cahir’s eyes widen. Yeah…
He starts laughing. There’s no reason to worry about matters that do not exist yet, he can worry and grief when it finally comes.
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My character's username: Mitfael My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40/40 Current party: --- Current Guild: --- Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character:Mitfael Character journal:[ Battle Log ]
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 9:29 pm
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Her heart was racing with the thrill of the horrible deed. She knew it was wrong, knew that if someone were to see what she had done, it would be all over, but that was part of the fun. She felt the bloodlust sing throughout her very core, adrenaline coursing through her veins... Oh, how she loved the feeling! Her eyes alighted on the body that lie motionless at her boots, its form shrouded in darkness. She couldn't make out the features of who was on the ground, but seeing it there had made her extremely happy.
"Try to make fun of me now! Go ahead!" She snarled. And when she heard no reply, she felt her mouth stretch into a sinister smile. She laughed at her own cleverness. That shy, innocent young ghoul was only a ruse! And they fell for it, one by one...
Then suddenly, the moon broke through the starless night, illuminating the scene before her. Rhiannon could see the pool of blood soaking through her boots, the body of a faceless ghoul on the ground, and her hands dripping with red. Her smile faded as she finally came back to her senses, her horrifying glee turning into crippling dread.
'Where am I? What's happening to me?!' She looked back at her hands, but instead of fingers, they had become twisted black claws. Her knees hit the hard floor of the room as her legs buckled, the blood permanently staining the edges of her skirt as it flared around her. The salt of tears stung her eyes as the realization hit her: she was the one who did this. And she liked it...
'It's happening again.'
Briar_Rose grinned with the sense of satisfaction at what she had done, looking down at the body with elation as blood dripped from her hands. Her blood sang with the adrenaline rush of battle and the high of being victorious.
Just as the moon illuminated the scene before her. The once great feeling had transformed into horrified dread as she watched her own dark desire consume her, turning her into a completely new monster... One she had a hard time resisting.
"No, this wasn't me. I didn't do this." The moonlight shone even brighter, bathing everything in a pure silver glow. The darkness pulled back and the blood was cleared from her hands as the light fought against the shadows that surrounded her. "You made me think I had done this, but you are dead wrong."
The darkness and pool of blood receded, going back to its source in retreat: the faceless body on the floor. It jerked and lifted itself up in lithe, flowing movements, the once still body rising from the ground... And it was laughing.
"How do you know you don't have it in you, hmm?" It snarled in a gravelly, deep voice. "How are you so certain you can stop yourself from giving in to your own darkness?" The creature looked up with blood red eyes that mirrored her own, its hidden face now revealed by the purifying light of the moon. Her doppelganger smiled with a confidence that she never had, its face-- her face-- dripping with blood. "How can you be so sure?" She sneered.
"Because I'm not afraid of the dark anymore..."
Briar_Rose attacked her demented reflection, and the monster roared in fury. Severly wounded, the creature tried to drag her down with it, before it burst into black smoke, destroying it once and for all.
And for once, she wasn't afraid of anything. Not even her own shadow.
MY STATS
My character's username: Briar_Rose My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Location: Small IC description of character: ((See Ref)) Dark pink-haired female with pink eyes, of average height, and slim build. She's usually seen with an uninterested expression, but even she cannot hide her curiosity. Character journal:Battle Log
It wasn't that Lumi couldn't keep up...no it was more like she didn't want to keep up. She had finally agreed to let Julian see where she was from...and now, now she was clearly dreaming because he was there racing ahead of her even after she tried to back out of it. She winced she knew he was familiar with creatures that were similar such as the Kitsune students at school...but Kumiho's...they had that horrible reputation of being well different...with the whole ghouls are best boils are only useful for two things...and one of things included feeding...so yeah she was trying to take her easy old time getting there.
Her ears twitched slightly,
"Julian!"
Silence greeted her. The sound was dreadful her heart pounded. This wasn't happening she had told him about her year exam...her fear of losing those she loved...she didn't tell him it was him...or better yet it was at the hands of.
"Ah 친애 (dear one) I see you have brought us a new toy."
She froze, no...not Julian this couldn't be happening. She turned to see him unharmed. But she didn't need to harm him to make her point.
"Please 언니 (older sister) please..leave him alone..I...he's..."
The laughter that rang out, only served to make her shudder. And the look on Julian's face. He looked so disgusted by her, no...he can't...Lumi pulled her arms in tightly as she fell to the ground screaming at them both,
"Stop it...stop laughing! Please..."
"So pathetic...I can't believe that I liked her." "Come my pet...I can show you what true Kumiho's are like..."
...please...
No...after so much...it must have been truth...he never loved you. Blinking away the tears no that couldn't be a truthful statement. The tears flowed freely as she reached out for the small moonflower that sat perfectly preserved on her nightstand, her eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness,
“That nightmare...again...”
She mumbled to herself. The nightmare slowly giving way to a brighter vision,
“Com'n Julian the ball is happening without us.”
“Lumi wait up...I can't believe you are running out there without a care in the world”
“I have cares...but I don't worry about them when you're here...you'll protect me. Just like I'll always protect you.”
Her tails were conveniently missing under the dress she was wearing and her ears were flicking at every last sound. Feeling Julian come up behind her she didn't bother to turn she just knew, closing her eyes she whispered very softly, “Thank you...”
He couldn't possibly know all the things that made her thankful but that day, instead of fulfilling her nightmare he took her hand and ran far from her village as they could possibly go. He held her close the whole time and never once looked back.
A small sigh washed over her as she looked around her room once again. The nightmare completely gone from her mind. The only thing remained was the glimmer of a future with a boil that had her heart completely even if she didn't know it. Setting the moonflower back on the nightstand she blinked a few times before the laughter erupted,
“..I was scared of a silly dream...”
My Stats
My character's username: DarklingFox My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Current party: - Current Guild:Temptation Location: - Small IC description of character: Female, wearing the white with pink fur dormouse jacket and the white with black/gray pants. No distinguishable marks to show her off as her true form except for her pendent and the pink tips in her hair. (in other words she doesn't have her tails or ears) Her hair is long flowing and white with the exceptions of the tips which are a deep pink. Her eyes are violet and flashing with curiosity. Character journal:here
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 9:47 pm
Nightmare Solo He is gone.
The scene is simple, a field dotted with people who will not meet her gaze. They all watched it happened, but offer no solace or warmth or kind words. There is nothing, nothing save for a dull breeze that is full of remaining coal dust and quiet. No words of devotion could keep him, no promises could persuade, and she is not enough. If she were to cry, it would do her no good, for she is ripped in two and left with no one to comfort her.
It seems to last for a long time, the feeling that she is alone and she should get up and move, but when she stands, he is there. He smiles and nods at her once, turns and when she tries to plead with him to stay, he burns up into nothing. Residual heat cloys the air and chokes her to tears and she sits back down. If she presses her forehead to the ground, she will not see the eyes of everyone who watches, she will not be able to tell they look everywhere but at her. But his voice calls her and, once again, she looks up.
As much as she had tried to change it, as carefully as she had tried to avoid them, her nightmares were familiar. They were unfortunate reminders, an alarm clock that ruined whatever peace she had worked so hard for. They arrived unbidden, unapologetic in their demands on her psyche and left without so much as a thank you or notice of their departure. There was only sadness upon waking, a dull ache that reminded her of exactly what she had lost and exactly what she could lose again.
And so it was that the most familiar of all nightmares began again, the man before her smiling as he said his paltry goodbyes, ignored her pleas and professions of love and walked off to his doom. No matter how many times she pulled back the record with a loud screech of metal against memory the scene played the same, though she desperately did it over and over and over until her fingertips bled and filled up the grooves of the scene with messy bits of red. Yet, in some miraculous display of change, Belladonna watched the scene begin to shift. When he said goodbye, this time he smiled and acknowledged her before he was gone. When he disappeared with nothing left to give her, her frantic hands did not pull back time in an effort to change things. They remained still. They bled, but they healed too.
Time passed in the odd way of dreams, a jump with all the knowledge one needed to make sense without wondering what had happened. She watched herself rush out of the tall, grey building, healed and perhaps scared, but no longer hurt. A familiar form ran across the school yard, desperate for hope as she sought to come full circle with her grief. Her own voice sighed close by, her own hands sweet against the nape of her neck. Do you remember, little witchling? She... She did.
The dream turned, the record flipped on its stand and a new scene unfolded. One where she found him once more, alive as much as he could be, as well as he could be, broken but her's and so thoroughly in love with her. Another sigh leaves her, grateful that things have taken this turn, grateful she has not had to relieve this sadness once more. Grateful he is her's, that she can carry these scars and survive. But above all, grateful for the chance to let her nightmare play out its own demise.
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My character's username: PinkPentacle My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tugley Woods Small IC description of character: A petite, if overly curvacious young lady with short, curly red hair. Character journal:♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:07 pm
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Nightmare Solo
The beams above him groaned loudly over the crackle of flames. It was all around him now, and he couldn't figure out where he was; if he had been in this room before, or even if there was a door nearby. The only thing he knew for sure was that he had been here for a while, trying to find his way out, but had so far been unsuccesfull. The flames around him grew wild and hot and the smoke so thick now he could barely see.
Something let out a loud, wooden snap--
There he was again, enveloped in smoke so thick he could barely see through it. His lungs screamed for air, but every painful gasp only made the pain worse. He wasn't sure if the crackling he heard was from his own bones or if it were the house caving in around him, though the latter was certainly starting to sound very appealing. Anything to end his misery. He just wanted it over with, and he found himself craving for the sweet release of death,
Something above him let out a terrible groan follows by the crackle of a wooden snap. Through the roar of the flames he heard it fall, and through the suffocating smoke he saw it above him; the support beam for the whole building was falling towards him. He could see every inch of its descent in agonizingly slow motion, but he couldn't bring himself to move. He wanted this, he wanted to die -
Suddenly, something solid slammed into him, not from above, but from the side. He hit the ground with a winded gasp, unable to process more than the acknowledgement that something was oddly, terribly wrong. He should have been dead by now, he theorized, and not on the burning wooden floor, being protected by someone heavy. How he knew it was a person he had no idea; he simply knew.
What happened immediately after that was a blur; whomever had knocked him out of the way of the beam was now carrying him - dragging him, really - out of the building, fast enough to avoid most of the debris from the falling ceiling. The clean, crisp air hit him hard, and the sudden cold of grass was enough to send him into momentary shock. For a few long minutes he felt nothing, and was nothing.
A heavy clap on his back knocked the smokey wind out of him, and kick started the survival instincts he had tried so hard to let go of. He coughed hard and violently, trying desperately to replace the smoke in his lungs with the clean air around him, his gloved fingers curling into the cool grass as if it were a life line.
When he finally looked up to see his saviour, he was surprised - pleasantly surprised, thankfully - to see that it wasn't just one person, but several. Faces he recognized and could vaguely label as friends, though one had ventured into the threshold label of 'girlfriend'; but one face was missing from the crowd ahead of him, which meant -
"Damn, Ripples, You get yourself into some serious messes." Came the mocking voice he had been missing. "What would you do without me?" The mock never faded, but now it was accented with a self-serving laugh, one that would have sounded cruel to anyone else.
"I'd rather not answer that." He heard himself admitting, his voice raspy and sore. It earned him another small laugh from his friend, and a much harder slap on the back - he didn't need to ask what that was for. Finn would have claimed it was in nan attempt to help him clear his lungs, despite how belated the motion was at that point.
"You know what we should do, Ripples?"
"No."
"We should buy a farm. And get fifteen cows."
"No."
MY STATS
My character's username: OrNot My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 / 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: -- Small IC description of character: A white themed white rabbit. White hair. White ears. White fluff. Red vest, but otherwise, he can blend in with paper. Character journal:Here
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:01 pm
shoopty nightmare
He'd graduated from Amityville with all of the knowledge he'd hoped to gain there and more. Worlds of possibilities throughout Halloween and beyond stretched in front of him, but Brenley met an undead ghoul on a haunting excursion in Transylvania and moved out to the country with her instead, very near to where he had grown up. His mother was delighted. He was... satisfied, he supposed.
He took a remote position with Samhain Industries, researching and developing potions and cantrips for personal daily use. He cared for, even sometimes loved, his children. He presumably helped thousands of Halloween citizens live better lives, but he never did anything. He never did anything.
At first when he heard his own voice urging him to remember, Big struggled valiantly to forget. He pushed the pale card away, for to accept it would surely allow the A.I. to see further inside him, to take another piece of his memory and use it to feed her copies. Eventually, however, he realized how pointless his struggle was. If he recalled Alice and what he had seen in the puppet room, then he already remembered it all. She had won. He had never been much of a fighter. It was so much easier to just give in.
"Explain it to me again." The young monster leaned forward, almost spilling his cocktail on the marble floor between them. "How did you think to take Spechtman's research and..."
"How many times are you going to ask him, Zenny? We're all well aware of the origins of the Quinn Corollary around here. It made perfect sense to marry the horsemen's theories on amplifying human FEAR with..."
"Shhhh! They're starting!"
There was a fondness in the way he shook his head at his two very new lab assistants as their whispers rolled over each other like newborn puggles. He could understand their excitement in a detached sort of way, but he had long since left such sharp, volatile emotions behind. Tempering his mind had made him a better creator. A better scientist. Had he remained as anxious and eager as these two were, he wouldn't be here today.
The lights in the ballroom dimmed and the crowd hushed as a stocky, greying succubus took the stage, her shaking hands sending the papers she held into occasional noisy fits.
"Good evening! I'll make this short and sweet so we can all get back to mingling. We are here tonight to congratulate Brenley Davis Quinn and to celebrate the opening of Quinn Innovations!" The spotlight's beam swung away from the stage, finding him in the crowd and illuminating him for as long as it took to wave. When the light found its way back onstage, the demon was smiling.
"I'd like to propose a toast to Professor Quinn. He truly has changed the world."
Big's Stats
My character's username: BigIdeas My character's level: 31 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current Party: Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: A wallflower of a Cheshire Cat, you might not even notice Big is nearby until he tries to awkwardly butt in on your conversation or does something stupid. There are only a few people he's interested in out of more than scientific curiosity, so if he seems a little cold, you shouldn't let it bother you. Besides being dressed in the default outfit for his class, Big looks like the poster child for some sort of wholesome bread campaign. Character journal:x
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:20 pm
Zar ran. He ran because there was no choice. Because if he didn't he would cease to be. And all the doors were locked.
Snip
A brief, dizzying moment where he surfaced, where he could wake but couldn't move. The room was comfortable, the room was safe. Barth was there, in his coils no less. But he couldn't move. Couldn't wake up. And he was slipping under again and he wanted to cry out in anger and defiance but he couldn't make a sound.
He dazedly took the card and what he'd rather not remember replayed.
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You are no longer part of this family.
His father loomed over him, the tentacles that were not presently twisted around his throat curling and posturing behind the tall shadowy figure. Mantis-like wings splayed as he tightened his grip and Zar started to fade in and out of consciousness. The pain didn’t matter, it was the words. Rejected, unwanted.
And you are the worst demon I have ever met.
And he was, as he was thrown, as he cracked against the wall with a rattle of horns and hooves, he knew that his father was right. His entire life had been a disaster, one mistake after another. Shadows broke away from the outline of his father and reformed into the silhouettes of Calder and Barth. He overheard them talking about him. Pest. Worthless. Nothing more than a servant. Barging in. Being a bother.
And he wilted before them.
Failure was his nightmare. A failure. And he found himself digging his long lethal claws into his own flesh, there was no pain. And he peeled it back from the bones, piece by piece, slowly removing himself from existence, slowly disassembling everything that he was, removing himself from the sight of those to whom he was a bother. And the shadows looked on and goaded him. Nuru, Barth, Calder, his parents, everyone laughed as once again he did the most embarrassing thing. But he didn’t care, it was embarrassing but he was in control.
And as he got through the black flesh, the jet black blood, down to the bones that were predictably, also black, he noticed they were starting to fade away, going grey and wispy, diffusing, becoming no one, becoming less than no one, sinking into the fog, letting go.
Failure was resignation, resignation was failure.
Failure was what he was good at. He unclenched his claws and let his face, the last of his identity drop to the ground.
Just a bother.
And the nightmare, unravelled before his eyes, changing perceptibly, becoming no longer hopeless and terrible but something more.
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I never wanted to be part of your family
He stood over his father, enormous wings splayed behind him, and he saw. Not with his eyes but his mind, emotions, fear and confusion, regret for the times he had underestimated. Zar tightened the grip of his tail around the other man's neck, lifting him up, hoisting him up close enough to hiss close, all teeth and smile.
And you are the worst parent I have ever met.
He threw him. And as he crashed into the far wall it shattered. He found himself before Calder and Barth, Nuru and everyone else and this time he was not afraid, not upset. He was Zar, he was who he was and they could deal with that or get out of his way, he did not beg any longer.
And rather than dismantle himself this time, rather than ripping himself down to the black bones and blood, he rebuilt himself, forging wings anew, forging himself more than he was, improving, embellishing. He was his own document.
He realized as the dream coalesced in a flurry of glory that he wasn't actually all that good at being a failure. He'd had to expend real effort keeping it that way, convincing himself he was nothing at all.
This time he took the old him, all neuroses and anxiousness and he let that part of him fall to the floor.
Failing was such a bother.
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:20 pm
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever.
He pulled the sheets around him twisting as a grown escaped his lips, he was dreaming he was sure of it as sweat started to bead around his face. He clutched his chest as pain erupted from the lingering scar, it would never end.
Never end and never forgotten.
Standing there in the middle of the green field he watched as the grass laid flatten across the ground as the helicopter lifted off. Peering up he waved at it before heading back to the female standing there as his brain continued to scream at him. RUN RUN LEAVE DON’T STAY TRAP DUDE IT’S A ******** TRAP. He could feel his fingers, even his feet as they took each step on the muddy ground but it was all heavy like as if he was walking though a world made of clear jello. Everything in his mind was foggy like the ground after it rained; he didn’t remember why he was there, or what that place really was yet his body continued with each motion as if programmed to complete a written task.
Still heavy like lead he walked over to the female, a friendly grin still plastered on his face as words were spoken about how she was and about the others.
Sasha… That was right, Sasha, it was some sort of mission something about a weapon. It was lost, or stolen, words things he couldn’t remember even as he gripped his head with his hands, this wasn’t right. Something was wrong, there was a reason that this was all wrong he needed to remember, he needed to leave to get out.
“Why can’t I remember?” He whispered to her his voice hoarse his fingers were moving he tired to stop it; he tried to stop himself from summoning his weapon as it appeared in his hands. His body moved into a defensive stance as a laugh started to echo.
She spoke as a grin started to slip across her lips before twitching at the corners he watched in horror as her face started to twist and change.
Sarah…
The image from the photo, it was her, a puzzle piece still missing somewhere in his memories. He couldn’t remember why, whom she was but for some reason had kept it hanging on the wall in his room. Kasi had said it was sad, something sad deep within but he had shrugged it off. All he knew was the name Sarah written on the back of the photo, “Summer with Sarah.”
“Hello brother, long time without seeing you? So tell me Matt, why? Why?” Tears started to slide down her face as she lunged forward, the staff colliding into his ribs as a sickening noise of a crack gave way as he fell to his knees. His weapon was thrown a few steps away he leaned forward trying to stretch his fingers out to grab it.
“How could you?! You promised! You promised!” She screamed as the staff landed a heavy blow across his back. He wanted to scream but the sound wouldn’t leave his lungs as he rolled onto his back, the pain throbbed on both sides. His breath started to grow shallow as he tried to gasp for more air, he was pretty sure that he had broken a rib even worse it punctured a lung as blood started to fill in. Tears were still streaming down her face as her hair fluttered in the breeze. She stood over him now as the staff’s end pointed at his chest. It started to shift and began to form crystals around the orb, pointed ends in multiple direction glistened as the light lingered on them. She sobbed for a moment and then brought the staff high above her head as she shook her head slowly.
“How could you brother, how could you forget me? You let me die all-alone, it was your fault that it happened. YOURS! You could have helped you could have stopped it but you didn’t.” The tears wouldn’t stop streaming down her cheeks as her hands trembled with the staff. With one movement she brought it down into his chest, he could feel it like fire spreading across his chest as he watched her collapse still sobbing.
He tried to lift his hand but it wouldn’t move, instead he watched her still sobbing as the tears started to mix with his blood along her once white dress.
Sarah…
Black arms stretched up from the ground wrapping their fingers around him pulling down into the ground. He didn’t try to fight, not that he could his body was stiff, almost frozen into death as he continued to sink further down.
“How could you… how… how…” Matt could still hear her sobbing unaware as he drifted further away from her into the black ink of the ground.
He was there again, standing in the same green as the woman named Sasha stood in front of him smiling wide with an unusual grin. The beating noise of the helicopter lingered in the distance as his mind started to lurch forward trying to remind him.
This was a dream, this was a memory.
Again, he watched her face changing, shifting to the same one in the photograph the girl he couldn’t remember. Standing there she smiled softly, her hair fluttering in the breeze as she gently smoothed down the flower dress. In her hand she held a strange staff, no more like a spear with a simple blade at the end as a jacket that rested around her shoulders fell to the ground.
“Why?... Why…?” She asked her voice fading as a frown started to form on the corner of her lips, even her brows where turned in a way that worry and concerned was evident in her mind. A flash of crystal where the spear once was, and only brief for a moment Matt could see it again, the world painted red as a pain echoed in his chest. Clutching his shirt he fell to his knees gasping for air as she ran forward, a flicker of a murderous grin played on her lips. A voice laughing in the air, piercing his ears with delight.
Remember..
“Matt… Matt are you ok?” She asked scooping her dress up as she kneeled down to peer at his face, unsure of what to even do. Her hands were on his shoulders, warm with touch as he tried to recall anything, anything more than just a simple photo on a wall. Anything would do, the riddle burning forever in his mind as he tried to dig for any sort of clue knowing that it was tucked too far away from him.
Remember..
Her name lingered on the tip of his tongue almost there but forgotten as she smiled letting the lock go as her blue eyes full of hope as she looked at him. The same eyes he could see in the mirror in the bathroom every morning when he awoke, the same black hair that fluttered in the breeze was the same that would be flat against his own thick skull.
“Don’t scare me like that Matt. Besides you promised me that you would take me shopping, so don’t you dare go faking something’s wrong just to get out of it,” she replied with a matter of fact as she stood up. Extending her hand out to him she laughed, “You have to remember your promises Matt, don’t forget anything ok!”
Placing his hand in hers he gave her the largest smile he could make before his lips began to hurt, “I won’t, I will do whatever I can to remember them all.” There was no doubt he would, he would do whatever he could to remember her, to remember his promise to her and to never break it. Never again.
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My character's username: Dr.Oberon My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Red Castle Small IC description of character: Dressed as a domouse with black hair, little black mouse ears, a crown with little fairy wings Matt looks rather unhappy to be there.
It was the running thing again. Barth was growing familiar with it. He didn't run in dreams, not his dreams, and certainly not in waking life, but with that thing pursuing him...
His eyes open, briefly. It is the thing he wanted. He can not move, which honestly is not too different from usual. Except his limbs are completely frozen instead of being very, very heavy.
The ceiling is familiar. His thorns curl in the bannister, thick and lazy, and beside him...
He tries to speak, and discovers he can not do this either.
He is slipping back under. He is, at least, familiar with this feeling also. He has never been good at staying awake. If only something or someone else had not intruded-
And he can't remember. There are cards. He can see that. He takes one-
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Barth is watching snow make mathematical patterns above one of hell's frozen gardens, where creatures are paused in glacial horror and torment. The snow is soft and comfortable and not wet. Sometimes he is underwater, where movement is floating and effortless, and he wanders freely between gleaming stone castles, with no need for air. Sometimes the places are alien and even stranger, unbound by the laws of Halloween or even the natural world. The starting place is not important. Barth spends most of his time in dreams, and he too is unbound by physical constrictions. He is aware and in control. It does not matter where it starts.
Some part of the landscapes changes. The changes are far away, at first. The distant upheaval of a thunderstorm, a crash like shattering glass or stone. The gravity, next. Crushing, overwhelming gravity, heavy on his shoulders and body, the enveloping destruction, coming for him, him- and then the need to run. He is slow, and it is very, very fast, and he must run, no matter what, or it will be the end, it will all be over- he must run, and run, and run, and run...
And run, and run, and run, and-
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His foot does not quite touch the ground this time. He is getting faster, he realizes, and lighter. The next steps are more like paddling in a clear lake, and then his legs are not moving at all, and when he zips forward it is with keen purpose and no exertion whatsoever.
More like it, he thinks.
Now that movement is easier, there's no reason he shouldn't turn around.
There it is, the crumbling and encroaching destruction. He heads back towards it, and as pillars fall and the ground opens up, he is not too worried by them. He dodges debris and does not need the footing. Through the ruckus, the roaring and fire and steam and broiling birthpains of change. Past it, to where the upheaval has already happened, has churned all it is going to churn.
The world is destroyed, here, there is ash and ruin, but the ground is quiet. Waiting. He is not threatened by it. The worst has happened, and it is very still. He sets himself down, and he is very light. He touches an upturned ashy face, some creature unable to escape, and it crumbles. It is a new world, waiting, new, quiet, and while death still broils on the horizon, it is heading away from him. He will have to rebuild, but that is alright. He is very long-lived, and has quite a lot of patience.
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My character's username: Nod My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Sentry Caterpillar Current party: none Current Guild: none Location: ??? Small IC description of character: Tall, pale, elegant, with good posture, light mannerisms, and a thin pair of antennae. Character journal:Here!
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My character's username: Dr.Oberon 
