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[Prompt 9 Outside Solo] Corven Graves - Thorns

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:01 pm


Corven avoided the doors at all costs. Exploring the outer reaches of the borderlines between them and the Fog...he slowed to a stop glaring at the barricade. He was creeped out by the moving, not trusting that odd pulse...then spotted the flower. His Gran had bushes and bushes of them...he reached out. Trying to discern what the flower was exactly...his hand met the petals he felt pulled out of himself...

OOC: SCENARIO *9*

Scenario requirements: 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 infection meter
Characters involved: If solo or PRP fill out characters here
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100
Health: 50/50
Weapon: Knife 2d4-2 [Roll 2d4 Subtract 2]
OOC

Character's name: Corven Graves
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: Journal
Character's survival stats: Corven Graves #23 View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'2, Athletic build/runner, Has a good right hook when provoked. Chestnut hair is buzzed in a mohawk, bangs are bright orange. Green eyes, tinted glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a slightly ratty companion cube plushie from the Portal series.
SwordOfTheDarkOnes rolled 1 6-sided dice: 1 Total: 1 (1-6)
PostPosted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:02 pm


Corven blinked. Okay, he was alright with heights. He was okay with all this...this was okay this was doable...he could deal. He could---what was that? A skyscraper? With a bio-dome? What the heck----OH SWEET GUMDROPS AND CANDYCORN!!!!! Corven flet the rush of sensation as he was dropped into the bio-dome on the top...he looked around. Many plants and flower he knew his brother or Gran could name...if he had paid attention he might of been able to...he walked slowly around...feeling...not himself as he did so.

Part of him knew all these plants...part of him didn't. He seemed to be just checking over them...then he came to the center...Corven tilted his head...a chalice? He started to reach out to touch it then felt a pull around his middle before everything was suddenly darkness...


[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100
Health: 50/50
Weapon: Knife 2d4-2 [Roll 2d4 Subtract 2]
OOC

Character's name: Corven Graves
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: Journal
Character's survival stats: Corven Graves #23 View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'2, Athletic build/runner, Has a good right hook when provoked. Chestnut hair is buzzed in a mohawk, bangs are bright orange. Green eyes, tinted glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a slightly ratty companion cube plushie from the Portal series.

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:03 pm


Corven felt like he was dropped in a sea of thick ink...it was pitch black around him. He flinched as the first strings slammed into his mind...his eyes shutting tight in a vain attempt to hold back the pain.

"Run--NO---Let's play---Scream for me---Nothing more than a girl---Lost....alone...---NEVER GOING BACK!!!"


Corven's back bowed as more and more slammed into him, he no longer heard the words just felt them like knives going through his core. He wanted to get out, he wanted to join the Thorns, he needed his brother, he wanted to kill his brother...Nothing mattered....Everything was important. The sheer state of chaos was tearing his mind apart...Corven felt his body finally hit the ground and he laid there. Writhing like a worm on a hook. The pain of what his mind processed as a thousand frozen knives going through his limbs paralyzed him.

Whimpering like a child waking from their worst nightmare. Blood leaked from his nose and he finally passed out. A soft hiss and the sensation of something slithering along his neck being the last coherent things his mind process...

[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100
Health: 50/50
Weapon: Knife 2d4-2 [Roll 2d4 Subtract 2]
OOC

Character's name: Corven Graves
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: Journal
Character's survival stats: Corven Graves #23 View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'2, Athletic build/runner, Has a good right hook when provoked. Chestnut hair is buzzed in a mohawk, bangs are bright orange. Green eyes, tinted glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a slightly ratty companion cube plushie from the Portal series.
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