They were very much, not okay with this. They were not okay with any of it. 'It will be fine' They said to them. 'It'll be fun'- said no one ever. Whatever this was it was very much not fun and very much not okay and very much lacking in blood or explanations or really just anything in general and Crimson liked generals.
That an blood.
How long had it been? A while, but it was hard to think about their favorite thing with the things around them, with the vines and the green and the light and the sounds.
This was very much not fun, and very much, not okay.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 6:45 pm
[ RESCUER POV ]
Mimi woke up, disoriented and confused. Where... where was she? Why... had she been asleep? She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to make the unpleasant feeling go away. It... it felt like there was something in her mind, though it was different from Dae. Her weapon's presence, while it felt a little strange, was comforting, like a guiding voice in her head. But this... this felt...
"They did not tell you."
She winced, cringing as the voice rang through her mind. It hurt... it hurt so much...
"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."
As the sentence finished, Mimi recoiled, and passed out. It wasn't until she heard the sound of thumping, of something sharp, wrapping around and digging into her- Eyes flew open as she looked down, wincing at the vines wrapping around her leg. "Ow! Let go-" She suddenly felt nauseous, and closed her eyes, kicking weakly at the pulsating green vines that were slowly pulling her away. N-no, she didn't want this...
Her head was throbbing and she clutched it, not wanting to listen to the voice inside, and yet... the longer it spoke, the more it hurt, and the more she understood. She was... she was part of a whole. Not just one, but...
The dream broke, crazing and shattering along a thousand little lines like a broken mirror, and Micah was left in the house-apartment-school-hospital again, searching through scenes he halfway knew for he wasn't sure what. When he came to three more doors, though, he knew. This was what he'd been trying to find.
He picked the purple one, just because the delicate pattern across the door had a keyhole, and he felt like maybe unlocking it would do something.
The dream pulled him in, as he'd known it would. It was different this time. He hadn't made it. He'd been made. He was a guardian, and he slept in a room with no door in a canopied bed, and while he slept he watched over all that lived and all that didn't live. Guide the lost, give shelter and kindness, and he brought wisps of light in the darkness to show them the way out, listened to the ones who asked him to help and asked them questions until they circled around to answer their own questions. Deter those who have done wrong, but what was wrong? He punished the ones who thought themselves wrong, and left alone the ones who firmly believed they did right; they knew wrong and right far better than he, and so he was content to leave the decision to them.
There were sides and conflicts, and he didn't understand that. There was enough to live on, so why did they not share? Both sides knew themselves to be doing the right thing, so why did both sides call out to him to punish the others? He helped those who asked for help, because they all needed help.
They called him a traitor, and eventually, the wall of his chamber was broken, and he watched without ever waking as he ended. The dark came for him, and he didn't know why. Hadn't he helped whenever he was asked? Hadn't he done what he was meant to do?
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Rescuer Name: Jordan Miller Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Sun General appearance: Lean and tall, with blue eyes and reddish-blond hair worn in a ponytail. There are claw scars across the left side of his jaw and neck. He is wearing a Sun division coat. HP: 60/60
Victim Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 6:52 pm
[ VICTIM'S POV ] [ DREAM SCENARIO: BLACK DOOR ]
Now Stanley was pretty sure everything was ******** to high heaven and it was all going to end badly but hey, at least he was still- actually no, wipe that from record, there was nothing good and everything was terrible. Utterly, completely terrible. And what made it so terrible? It was perfect. His and it was all he wanted and more. That could hardly do, perfection wasn't a good story. There had to be stories, good or bad. Bad was subjective as was good. That's what made them stories after all. Thats what made people want more of them.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: RED DOOR ]
All things must and and when they did? He was almost happy to see it go out with a bang.
She could have had it all, and for a time, she did.
Spinning webs of lies, making everyone happy, balancing every plate on every hand. But no balancing act lives forever, and they all came crashing down, splintering off into a shattered disaster at her feet, a thousand hurtful stares, and.
Was it worth it?
(Lifeless eyes stare back at Athena, waiting for an answer.)
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 7:01 pm
[ VICTIM POV -- DREAM SCENARIO: VIOLET DOOR]
She must have been hiding for hours as she'd fallen asleep and, when she awoke again three doors were in plain sight before her. She considered each, wondering if it might bring her to another place similar to the last one. She wondered for a moment if she had to choose at all, but in the end she chose the center door this time. The image in the center seemed to represent a door, and perhaps subconsciously she just wanted a way out…
She was standing in the center of a room next. It looked familiar, like her kindergarten classroom so many years ago. She recalled the obnoxious gold and orange wall to the left that their teacher insisted they create and decorate in order to personalize the room. There was a dispute and she stepped up, or at least she watched her younger self step up, and then there was peace and she flashed forward.
Elementary school now, another dispute and once more she stepped up. Then middle school, then high school but the further along she went less and less people gathered around her until finally, in college instead of watching she was actually in the center, and for another reason. She was alone there. Without allies. Surrounded by enemies.
"You never learned to pick a side, did you?"
"Ever heard of loyalties, traitor?"
"I trusted you but you sided with them! Why?"
Far as she knew she'd been fair to all her entire life. She never picked sides based on who she cared about more; she always picked the side that was right, and as the years passed the friends around her dwindled. Even her family abandoned her.
"You said you'd always be there…"
"We thought we could trust you, but you left us, Melon-pop…"
Tears fell as she felt the world around her fading fast. Their voices echoed while hers was silent. She gave them her everything, she did her best to be fair. To guard what she thought was important, she did what she could. She did what she always felt was right. Yet she could only watch as it all went black. She couldn't even defend herself. She couldn't even ask what she'd done.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 7:23 pm
[ RESCUER POV ]
"Nnnnnnn..."
Kari was roused by the chill that swept through her. Who had turned down the temperature? The reaper shook at the odd and unnatural cold that seemed to stretch to her very core. Was this sensation why she had fallen asleep? If so, she hadn't slept in a very comfortable position. She felt absolutely terrible. Her head ached and there seemed to be a persistent buzzing in her ears.
"They did not tell you."
Kari winced and groaned as the words hit her. Who was it... and why were mere words causing so much agony?
"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."
A spasm of pain ran through Kari, throwing her mind into momentary oblivion. What managed to bring her back was a stab of pain in her leg, something to focus on. Her eyes cracked open and bulged at the sight of a thorny vine wrapped around her leg.
"G-get... off," she cried out weakly, trying to muster the strength in her arms to free herself as the vine dragged her further towards...
"Ah..." she gasped, clenching her eyes shut as pain and nausea threatened to overwhelm her. Her head throbbed as the words echoed in her mind like a demented song on repeat. She didn't want this. She had only wanted to help save the humans, but now she was the one that needed saving! Where was her human? Were they safe or were they in the same predicament? She had to get free, she had to...
...what?
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 7:29 pm
[DREAM SCENARIO: WHITE DOOR ]
He rocked alone in his cage. Oh there was no swings, no bars... but the white room in turn was just as stark, just as bland. A cage at this point would have been a welcome change. How long had he been here? Hours? ....Days...? Months?
He couldn't remember the last time he actually saw another living creature. The only sound to this room was his own shuffling, his own heartbeat. He was nothing more than a caged beast. Not remembering anything about human contact, nothing about anything. This was his cage, his coffin, his final resting place. His mind was his palace, but even that was steadily growing weak over time.
Then one day a sound came. It was a voice, another ones voice. Blinking he looked out of his cage, someone was there. Scared, he didn't immediately go for the outstretched hand that promised so much. It has been too long, he forgot exactly what to do in another humans presence, how to act. He remembered this person.... His name was Rook, and he was important, right? That alone was enough to push him that last step and reach for that hand.
Released from the cage he remembered, the carefree feeling of going to class he enjoyed. Of running around, laughter filling his lungs as he bounced around at a game. Of the times with Corey, his adopted older sister and how he enjoyed bantering with the woman. Of Coraline, who always bothered him over finding dates and impromptu adopting him as well as all of the others - Austin, Cecil, Liam, Anya, Justin, James, Harper, - Hell even Charlotte, Just to name a few. He remembered them all, good times as well as bad.
Only as he leaned his head against Rooks, an arm draped over his shoulder as they walked away... the memories faded. One by one, the things he had come to know and remember from these brief minutes of freedom were leaving him. It caused him to want to draw Rook closer, he was real, he would save him, right?
The further Rook lead him from his cage, the further he went from his memories. He tried to let go, only to have Rook latch an arm around his waist. The orange haired boy smiled up at him, mentioning words of 'always being together'.
"They did not tell you. 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."
Riley sat up with a jolt and immediately turned defensive, waiting for something - or someone - to attack. When nothing but the painful voice hit her, she scrambled to try and stand, despite the overwhelming drag back into the depths of unconsciousness that those words attempted to pull her down with. She fought heroically, but there was little she could do about the vines that carried her all the way into another room.
All of it seemed so familiar. They all led into a mass of tangles and pieces and all Riley could think of was oh. She knew there were other, different types of elder brains in the world of Halloween, and this came as no surprise. She was being assimilated into a different one, was all.
But just as she fought against her fate the first time, Riley railed against the idea as soon as it settled, and fought violently for her freedom. She thrashed, and ripped, and tore, until the pieces she hurt felt like pieces of herself, and she could no longer distinguish where she was, anymore.
She was everywhere. They were everywhere.
And once more, her sense of self was stolen from her.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 7:49 pm
[ VICTIM'S POV ]
[ DREAM SCENARIO: BLUE DOOR ]
Matilda smiled as she watched the world she had created. It was a beautiful place of lush scenery and vast opportunities. There was no hunger, no war, and no misery. Everything was as she hoped it would be.
At least, it was in the beginning. As time passed, darkness began to creep into the hearts of the weaker willed beings she had created. Like a disease, it began to spread despite all her attempts. Before she knew it, once peaceful beings turned to violence to solve their problems. The kind became selfish, hoarding what they had rather than sharing with their allies. Peace and civility had given way to fear and destruction.
How could something like this happen? If Matilda was the god of this world, why couldn't she prevent such a horrendous occurrence? Where had things gone so wrong?
Could she really call herself a god?
[ DREAM SCENARIO: VIOLET DOOR ]
Why couldn't you save us? You were our guardian, you should have been able to do anything!
Why did you let them do that to us? Did you not care what would happen? Were we merely a way to kill time? You're disgusting!
Matilda clenched her eyes shut, vehemently wanting to deny the words. Why was everyone so mad? They had wanted endless wealth, plentiful food, and secure homes. She had done her best to give these things to them, yet they still berated her for not being able to give them more. Their criticism hurt far more than any blade or gun. They hated her... reviled her very existence.
What had she done that was so wrong?
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Character's name: Matilda Baer Character's faction: University Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats:View Jersey Number: 4 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'3", slim, short blonde curly hair, narrow green eyes, age 29, English Teacher. - Eloquent, hard-working, resourceful, and somewhat athletic. Also pessimistic, strict, emotional when stressed, and holds grudges.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 7:54 pm
[DREAM SCENARIO: WHITE DOOR ]
Calab dreamed. The star-field that was his mind looked breathtaking. The stars, each a memory, twinkled in the darkness. Along with that though now there were rivers of stars, swirling masses of color, and groups of stars netted together in unrecognizable shapes. A countless amount of stars. It copied the real night sky so well because of just how many there were. Sorting these could take... a lifetime. All too soon though they, the ones nearest, formed into doors. Black, Blue and White. Calab entered the white door.
Calab swayed sightly on his feet as he stood in the center of a sterile and featureless room. It was lit by harsh with lights far above his head. His dilated eyes glanced jerkily around, but something- he couldn't remember- had left him nearly blind. He was surrounded by the stark, unrelenting white that covered every surface of his room.. his cell... his cage.
He screamed, but he would never hear a single word he uttered.
He rubbed his hands against his thighs in a futile search for any sort of tactile feedback.
He felt so empty. So hallow. That's all he knew. Want. Need. Those were the only things that now existed in his world.
It started as whispers, promises of freedom from His White Hell, of love...
Anything is better than the madness of being trapped in this nothing. Green eyes can't focus even now. Hands, arms... feeling...
The world explodes before him in sights, sounds, feelings... So much feeling.
Then it crumbles around him. Everything he enjoyed was taken away... until his entire focus was once again on the one who had saved him... and only them... always... only them... He was their prisoner, hopelessly betrayed.
Calab fractured.
He hid. He hid in his own mind.
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Rorrow jerked awake bolting upright. Everything was hazy...where was he...? Who..oh right...Rorrow. He was Rorrow, both a Robin and a Sparrow. He sat up more, looking around the vines. This wasn't right...where was the door out. He stumbled up then walked away spotting a trio of doors he stopped short. Which one would he pick...he looked to the Black Door. It looked like a tower was on in, he whimpered...he didn't like that for some reason. Black wasn't his favorite color...he then looked to the White Door...looked like a crown of sorts there...nothing he was interested in. He then blinked at the center door...Blue. That looked like a sheild?
He walked forward reaching out for it. He liked Blue...that design clicked with a memory. He pushed it open and felt a pull...
He floated there watching them below. Everything about him was ethereal, serene....much like a moon god of lore. He felt empowered...no, he was power. He had shaped this world. It was full of open arms, warmth...families. Seeing strife, he aided those protecting their blood kin. Their children, parents...mates. He wanted the families to thrive....but he grew conflicted. There were those who families gave up on and discarded...what would he do with them? He wanted to help...
He just couldn't. He held himself as he watched numbing his heart to the cries of those discarded...could he really do this? Could he save them all and guide this world to a better place?
....He kept watching.
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Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
Leon eyes fluttered open from his long rest. He didn't remember sleeping in the first place. Trying to take the time to fully wake from the haze of rest meant nothing, the lull replaced by a thrumm, high and low tones in no pattern that was easy on the senses, words that entered his mind with an unfamiliar voice, harsh and unyielding. "What the..."
It spoke with a sense of purpose, without faltering. enough to make his mind ache from the experience. It made no sense, a secret weapon? Whos? They thought that I knew it?" The words continued to flow past, with the last one punctuated like a needle. Sharp and he could feel everything slipping away, back into senselessness. His thoughts were broken with the ever persistent thump and the sensation of a series of pricks along a leg, looking down at a vine of substantial girth, under skin that wrapped him in a vice grip, moving and him with it. The thrumm remained, making his sight hurt as he closed his eyes, cutting off the sense and focused on touch. He focused on the ground moving.
Everything else was falling from focus, like paint peeling it eroded in pieces, Leon could feel himself falling piece by piece, The hunter began to lose himself, and gained the most intense sense of fear he ever felt.
and that too, faded away, till nothing was left, but overwhelming understanding.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 8:02 pm
[VICTIM POV]
Everyone had always said that you could see your life flash before your eyes before you died. Renita couldn't help but wonder if that was what this dream was supposed to be for her, one last chance to review everything she'd been through. She remembered everything, from childhood to now, firsts and lasts. The best friend she'd ever had passing her notes in middle school with a giggle, a family vacation one summer, tucked into the back seat with a book with Sawyer next to her and her parents in the front, a door at her back and a phone in her hands that no one would answer, a first kiss, the feel of a knife in her hand as she stabbed down-
It was a jumbled mess, all out of order, but she knew it was all there. These were all the things that made her who she was. Or at least, who she had been. She muddled through them with no sense of time, felt them grow more and more abstract, until quite abruptly she found herself standing in front of three doors. She considered them a long time, tracing the symbols painted across them, and then she reached out to push open the white one and was swept in.
[Dream Scenario: White Door]
She'd been alone for as long as she could remember. There was a vague understanding that there had been more to her life than this room once, but it had been so long ago that she couldn't get a grasp on what that had felt like. She wasn't even entirely sure if she wanted to remember, really, because it seemed to her at this point that contact would be nothing but overwhelming. She wasn't sure if she could handle it, anymore, but somewhere deep down she craved it anyway.
And maybe it was that admission to herself that summoned the voice. Sawyer, she thought incredulously as she followed it. Sawyer had come back for her to free her, to make sure she wasn't alone, to show her the world she'd forgotten in her isolation. And oh, it was so beautiful outside. She couldn't believe she had ever left this world behind, it was so much and so worth it. Weeping, she turned to thank her sister, and froze in horror as she saw what she was doing.
One by one, the these things that had brought her joy were being destroyed, quickly and violently. And Sawyer wouldn't stop until she was the only thing left, Renita knew suddenly. Sawyer would never stop. Sobbing, she fled from her sister, and as she hurried to hide, she-
Found herself before three doors. There was another choice to make.
[Dream Scenario: Gold Door]
Renita had been born for this. From her first breath to her last, there had never been any doubt that this kingdom would be and was hers. She had all the right bloodlines, all the claim, and she grew to be a fair and just queen. The people respected her, though they never would think enough of her to worship her, and that was good, that was right. Her knights lived to protect her, to follow her commands, and though she loved them dearly, she was always just a leader to follow for them. She understood. This was just how things were.
Years passed, and though she and the people she had known grew old and withered away, her kingdom stayed the same. It was stable enough to last long after she was gone. She'd done everything for her people that she had ever hoped to, and her kingdom would prosper for so many years. She'd been everything a queen should have been.
It had not been a terrible life to live, but it felt so empty in the end.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 8:08 pm
DREAM SCENARIO: GOLD DOOR
His dream vision fragmented away, and like before he was left with a series of doors in front of him. Stepping forward, he pushed open the gold door, always moving on.
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He was a king, as he was born to be. His Kingdom was quiet, normal, never inflicted by strife, it's problems always minimal, simple matters that were solved with quick efficiency. He was not a bad king, but he was not a great king, either. He was treated with respect, and in some cases even love, but he was not worshiped, not by his allies, not by his knights, not by his loyal subjects, not even by his wife, a queen of great beauty, the love of his life, the mother of dragons, his equal, an intelligent woman who always ruled by his side and never under him.
He aged in this kingdom, had children, two boys and two girls. Their names were Leia, Luke, Dasz and Elsa. He watched them play, watched them grow up, watched them learn. He taught them how to be Kings and Queens as well, and had an idealistic dream that someday, they would all rule together, four thrones instead of just one.
As he grew older, he watched the people around him die, and that was okay. They had all led good lives, not too boring, but never too exciting either. His Mother died peacefully in her sleep. His brother, who had no desire to be a ruler himself, joined her in the afterlife a few years later, after falling off of his horse and breaking his neck. It was just an accident, nothing more. Their was never any ill intent directed towards the king or the royal family.
One day he himself fell ill, his heart weak, his body giving in to his old age.There was simply nothing anybody could do, but that was okay. He had lived a long life, a full life, a balanced life.
He joined those who passed before him, while holding the hand of his darling wife, surrounded by his children and all others that he held most dear in his heart.
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