She'd gotten away. Wandering aimlessly, she tried to keep to a direction but she had a feeling it wasn't quite working - the voices were still there and sometimes she thought she saw a familiar face out of the corner of her eye, but they were always gone when she turned to see.
Eventually, though she had no concept of how long exactly, she made it to the rusted gates of a building. Finally, something tangible, a landmark - she passed the gates, nearing an old building that seemed to have been a hospital. 'Have been' as it was abandoned, save for the undying roaming around - at least as far as she could tell.
She made her way to an entrance, peeking in; not that there was much to peek at. Pitch black, and a silence that was almost more nerve-wracking than the noises outside.
Backing away, scratching idly at an arm, she made the decision to stay away from it, at least for now. She'd explore the outside, see if she couldn't find something useful there.
OOC: SCENARIO 9
Scenario requirements: gaia_crown [ PROMPT 9 ][ OUTSIDE ] Thorns
You reach a long barricade of thorns on the other side of the wall. They seem to be moving, pulsating with a life of their own and gift out a strange light. Flowers begin to bloom on the wall. When you press your hand against one, you are immediately assaulted with a strange vision (roll 1d6 to see what it is).
1. You see a skyscraper. At the very top there is a greenhouse. You feel yourself hovering above the greenhouse before diving right into it. There is a beautiful garden inside it, almost like a biodome. In the center of the biodome is what looks like some sort of chalice
2. You see hundreds of dead bodies, and a strange feeling washes over you. Apathy. You stand over the bodies and continue searching for at least one survivor. You hear yourself speak. "Are humans really so fragile?"
3. You fight against humans, but this time they are armed. Their weapons hurt. You are frustrated. They are eligible, but none of them will truly accept your wisdom. You kill many without ever feeling accepted. The feeling continues until the vision is over.
4. You fight against creatures of shadows, what you would consider your own breathren. They come in all shapes and sizes, large beasts and dragons, demons and even the undead. They refuse your knowledge. They are not compatible. They beg, negotiate and even fight against you to stop. You assimilate them for their treachery and refusal to serve.
5. You sleep in a long chamber of vines. Inside it are rows and rows of crystals. Each one is important to you. You tap against one, and it resonates, and you feel a strange sense of satisfaction. This is the power you have collected from those living and dead.
6. [ There is no actual image in this vision. Instead, you are assaulted with hundreds, thousands of conflicting thoughts, emotions, and ideals, all of them not your character's own. Your actual character's nose begins to bleed, and they fall to the ground, convulsing. They are unable to roll any other visions from the above if they reach this prompt and eventually pass out ].
Otherwise, you may continue rolling until you have fulfilled the 250 word requirement for it!
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's imnfection meter
Characters involved: Sylvi
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OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt
Character's faction: Prison
Character's journal link: Link
Character's survival stats: Stats
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
