70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[So while the rest of Johto alternately panics, cries, or rushes around trying to capture as many of the soulstealing insects as possible, there are dozens of souls floating around in that dream limbo, drifting in and out of each other's slumbering thoughts and visions. Whether it's nightmarish flashbacks or just those dreams where you're at school taking a really hard test, and then Dracula shows up, and then everybody's naked ... anything is possible when it comes to what people see in their sleep.]

[But what appears in the darkness in this particular spot in the spaceless, shifting mass of dreaming souls... is a door.]

[It's old, and covered with boards and bolts, rusted near-through in some places. The lock is broken-- mangled and half-melted and wrenched out of the keyhole. The only thing on it that doesn't look ancient is a scrap of torn notebook-paper that's taped up on it at roughly eye-level. It reads only a single phrase:]</sub>

Fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.

<sub>[More importantly, though... the door is ajar. Through the gap come the scents of rust and metal-- and something organic, fleshy-- and a low, deep hum of industrial machinery. It's not a door that anyone in their right mind would want to go through. ... But for anyone who may have stumbled this far into the dreams of their fellow lost souls, either in flight from some other nightmare or just pure, wandering curiosity... there's just no other place to go but through the door.]




[Go on. Open it. After all.... it's only a dream.]</sub>

[ooc: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, GUYS. Thanks for being patient! If you commented on that planning post, there's something spooky planned for your character to do here so please feel free to tag or not tag as it pleases you!]

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[ooc: This is the IC post for what was announced over here! Even if you didn't comment there, feel free to participate! I'm still happy to whip up Silent Hill scenarios for folks!]

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[PSHAW, you think that matters to Dahlia Gillespie? o lol.]

[But as Ur climbs the stairs, they seem to rot away under her feet... the wood softening and then snapping. The very foundations of the house are shaking-- and the staircase quickly breaks down entirely.]

[Meanwhile, the child, understandably horrified by what's happening around her, bursts into tears, finally scrambling to her feet.]</sub>

MOMMY I changed my mind, I'll g-give you my power, just please don't--!

_{[... But as she speaks, tongues of flame are already spreading from where she stands... both across the floor she's standing on... and up over her body.]}

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[Oh, shit. What the hell... Well, Ur isn't going to care about Dahlia right now. First, she will go and save that kid from the flames, the house, anything. Her body will be a shield if necessary.]

[foolishwren]

_{[Alas... the child backs away from her, now completely engulfed in fire.]}

No... no, let me burn, let me burn!

_{[And Dahlia, meanwhile, is changing just like the house is... her body warping and stretching into something probably more reminiscent of what she looks like on the inside...]}

so late, sorry

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[Silent Hill: Origins taught me to save the girl from the fire...She's going to try to save the kid form the fire, even if she burns her arms in the process.]

'M not leaving you behind!

[As for Dahlia, well, Ur is ready to kick her in the fire if she comes near.]

It's okay, dude!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Sorry Ur, you're not a big hairy trucker :( Unfortunately, it seems to be too late-- the girl's image is already melting away into the flames-- along with the rest of the house.]

[The thing behind her-- it's no longer Dahlia, not exactly-- raises its enormous, clublike arms and brings them down at Ur with startling force, letting out a terrible sound.]</sub>

♥

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[Close enough.]

How could you... How could you just let her die like that?!

[Time to dodge that. Maybe she could find something heavy to strike her down or just find enough rage/strength to hit her and make her fall from a window or something.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Dahlia wasn't exactly Mother of the Year material, let's put it that way.]

[The clublike hands come slamming down onto the floor where Ur had been a moment before-- splintering the floorboards. One of which could make for a decent weapon... although they're all rotting.]</sub>

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[A weapon it's still a weapon, besides Ur has never been one to hesitate in something, especially when her mother senses were affected.]

[foolishwren]

_{[Fair 'nuff! She'll be able to pry up one of the burning boards, although it will sear her hands pretty badly-- she might want to start swingin' it, though, because from the strange, lip-like slits on the ends of the creature's arms, slick, sharp spears of bone are extending-- and it's swinging them at Ur viciously.]}

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[Let's get this party started! Here it comes her fighting skills, which they are pretty good despite the age.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[The burning plank bounces off one of the meaty clubs that the creature calls arms, making a sizzling sound, but ultimately it doesn't seem to ... pain it much.]

[Either way, it's swinging directly at Ur's head now!]</sub>

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[Good thing she has good reflexes, because she's dodging that so she can still fight. She's angry at what happened, but without her magic or a weapon, it will be hard to teach this monster a lesson.]

[foolishwren]

_{[Especially with the house burning and collapsing all around them. Without any warning, the floor under Ur's feet breaks suddenly, sending a burst of embers and sparks upwards.]}

[dyingtoprotect.livejournal.com]

[She barely has time to cover herself from the embers using her arms. Yes, she might be hurt, but she hasn't given up.]

Not yet... I will not forgive you. How can you treat your child like that? A mother would do anything for their child... You're just... I will never forgive you. That kid didn't deserve a monster like you as mother! I'll find a way for that child to be happy! I'll change destiny itself if it's necessary!!

[Time to throw everything at that monster.]

[foolishwren]

_{[The beast doesn't seem to understand.... in fact, there's no trace of humanity in it. It's just a monster now... and it gobbers at her incoherently while she speaks, thrashing against the blows.]}

[dyingtoprotect.livejournal.com]

[She decides to aim her attacks to the floor where that monster is standing. Sooner or later, it will break and it that way it land in the fire below them.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[SUCCESS!]

[The floor was precariously unstable already, and as she strikes with the board, it begins to crumble. The third blow sends two of the boards clattering downwards entirely, making the beast fall with them. It lets out a screech and hooks its clublike arms over the edge, groping for Ur. But the sheer weight of them just makes the boards break more, and they start to creak downwards as well, widening the hole.]</sub>

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[Time to get the hell out of here, right? She would like to find the reason of why this house is burning, why was that woman so crazy and why did have the child to die...

Not that she can, of course. There's not even a body she could try to get out of the house as well.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[YEEEEAAH, that'd be a good idea! There's nothing safe about this situation... sooner or later, the roof'll come crashing down and that's not exactly conducive to survival. Fortunately, if she doesn't mind taking a bit of a leap, she can get down from the landing and make it out the front door if she's fast.]

[Assuming she does so, the building collapses in on itself behind her in a horrible crash, the flames leaping high into the sky.]</sub>

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[She watches the building collapse behind her, feeling guilty for not being able to do more for that kid. She will move near to work in a grave for the child. It's the least she can do.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She may not need to--]

[As the white-hot embers of the walls crumble down, it becomes apparent that there is someone standing in the middle of the burning wreckage, with licks of flame coursing all over her body.]

[It's not the tiny child who had been in the house-- she's older. Perhaps fourteen or fifteen. Her torso is bound in bandages, and her hair long and silky black. Her eyes burn.]</sub>

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that's something new. Anyway, Ur will try to move closer to her.]

Hey, how are you?! What happened!?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's hard to get close to her-- blistering heat is gushing away from her in waves, enough that Ur probably can't get more than ten feet away from her without being scorched.]

[The young woman turns her head to look Ur in the eye, her expression somehow cold despite the flames rushing all around her.]</sub>

... She will not use me again.

No one will EVER use me again!

[forhishappiness.livejournal.com]

Hey, what's goin' on? How are you feeling?

[WHERE THE HELL DID SHE GET INTO THIS TIME?]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[The glare that the girl shoots Ur is positively feral, but she doesn't back away like the younger girl did. Instead she just stands, the flames around her burning ever hotter-- and larger.]

[Might wanna be backing away now, Ur.]</sub>