Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2011-06-20 03:24 pm
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70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]
[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:]
Fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.
[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.]

[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!]
[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!]
[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:]
Fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.
[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.]

[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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[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.]
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Not that she can, of course. There's not even a body she could try to get out of the house as well.]
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[Assuming she does so, the building collapses in on itself behind her in a horrible crash, the flames leaping high into the sky.]
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[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.]
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Hey, how are you?! What happened!?
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[The young woman turns her head to look Ur in the eye, her expression somehow cold despite the flames rushing all around her.]
... She will not use me again.
No one will EVER use me again!
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[WHERE THE HELL DID SHE GET INTO THIS TIME?]
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[Might wanna be backing away now, Ur.]
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[Because the girl isn't... quite... human, anymore. Something is happening and it's NOT pretty.]
[Still cloaked in flames, her skin is turning brown and crisp-- but she isn't crying out in pain... instead, a deep, feral growl is rumbling out of her throat...]
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She's not going to say anything yet, just watching her.]
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.... SHE'S WATCHING HER, BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL CAN SHE DO IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS????]
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[The rest of the transformation doesn't take long.]
[The creature, now engulfed in raging flames before her, could not be further from the young woman OR the little girl. Hell, it's not even close to the monster that her mother had become... that can't even compare.]
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how did we come from a small child to this, really.....
Well, Ur's watching, pretty surprised at all of this.]
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[Because with an awful snarl, the beast turns its goatlike head towards her, an unearthly light glowing in the sunken sockets of its eyes. Scarlet electricity crackles across its body, accompanied by a sound like the scream of radio static.]
Run.
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Fuck her life, really.
She's watching to see if she can find a good place where to hide too, when she decides to run away. She's not really scared, more than she's trying to stay alive since her magic doesn't work in this place.]
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[As Ur finally turns to run, the beast spreads its ancient-looking wings and lets out a terrible scream at the sky-- and the jittery tongues of electricity dancing all over it explode outwards, raining down onto the earth that Ur is running across with a burst of deafening crackles.]
[There's nowhere to hide... a few trees, maybe... but that's it... the rest of the ground is just terribly blank.]
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And she's getting pissed off at this too. But for now, let's keep moving, not losing sight of that monster.]
Tsk.
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[A bolt of red lightning strikes the ground directly behind Ur-- she'll likely be able to feel a spray of burning sparks from its impact.]
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Good thing she's sort of used to fighting monsters like this back at home, or she would be dead right now.]
What the hell do you want?
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[... wellp, there's your answer.]
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Tsk. It's useless.
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