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Entry tags:
- *game event,
- *mingle,
- *open,
- 2064 rom: turing,
- dragon age inquisition: cole,
- elsword: add,
- fate/grand order: merlin,
- ffvii remake: aerith gainsborough,
- ffvii remake: tifa lockhart,
- ffviii: rinoa heartilly,
- ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- kid icarus uprising: viridi,
- original: melinoë,
- persona 5: kasumi yoshizawa,
- persona 5: ren amamiya,
- pokémon: raihan,
- pokémon: samuel oak,
- starbound: indigo,
- super mario: bowser koopa,
- watch_dogs: damien brenks
004 - Lucid Dreaming
Lucid Dreaming
Event Info Pt.1 ▲ Event Info Pt.2 ▼ CommentsAs a final reminder, all characters will fall asleep for the full duration of this event whether you decide to take part or not. You may continue tagging threads that take place before the event, but everyone will fall asleep simultaneously.
Falling Asleep, Waking Up
The shift happens without warning, much like the first time people appeared in the world. Perhaps you remember what you were doing in the last moments before a strange feeling of exhaustion overwhelmed you - or perhaps you remember nothing at all. Whatever it may be, you've appeared somewhere new. A seemingly ordinary train station, if not for the bizarre walls of flesh blocking the only exits. The only path forward is down into the pulsating depths, a humid breeze pushing at your back.
There may be others here with you, or you may be alone. Could there be more people trapped in this strange place? You won't find them just by standing around.
Nightmares
The screeching of a distant train will echo through the tunnels on occasion, shadows flicking through the translucent flesh of the walls. Sometimes, however, instead of fading away the noise will only grow louder, closer, until it sounds like the train should be upon you. It never appears, but something else always will.
The train is a siren call for nightmares, and you're unfortunate enough to be their victim. The shadows turn alive, twisting and growing as they rise up from the ground and begin to transform. What form they take varies, but the shadows of the mind know the true fears of those who walk among them. Are you prepared to face the darkness?
Volcanic Panic
The shadows congeal at the edges of the floor, and soon after a hot orange glow begins to fill the room - molten lava is pooling in from the other end of the tunnel. It rolls slowly forward, devouring everything it touches with an unquenchable searing hunger, leaving behind only the charred bones of its victims... although, strangely, the tunnels themselves appear to be completely unharmed.
Outrunning the flow of lava shouldn't be a problem, but there seems to be no end to it. How long can you run from something that never stops? Or worse, what happens if you find yourself surrounded? You'll need to find a way to higher ground before that happens.
A Radiant Plague
The shadows rise up into familiar shapes, and at first glance it'd be easy to mistake them for people. They may even share the faces and voices of people you know, stumbling towards you with wide, open arms... and empty, glowing eyes filled with an orange light. Something smells sickly sweet, and it's only once they're close enough to grab you that they begin to attack.
These are not your friends, and they'll do whatever it takes to make you one of them instead. Unfortunately, it's not an experience you'll be able to survive. Your only hope is to fight back before the plague can take hold, lest you become another mindless husk that knows only to further spread the infection.
Trust No One, Not Even Yourself
The shadows stretch and fill the air, choking everything in a thick blanket of darkness... before dispersing just as quickly as they'd appeared. A few moments pass and nothing else seems to be happening. You must've gotten lucky this time!
... Or did you?
Surely it can't be that simple. Nothing else here has been, so something must have happened just now. It's only you and the person you're currently traveling with... but are you sure that's really them right now? How do you know they haven't been possessed by another nightmare, waiting until you let your guard down to stab you in the back? Should you interrogate them to be sure, or start with restraining them and ask questions later? Wouldn't it be better to just kill them before things get out of hand? The sooner you strike, the safer you'll be when their true form emerges.
Yes, that must be the real explanation. It has to be them that's been possessed by a nightmare. What else could it be?
Joker’s Wild
There’s no limit to what form the shadows can take. The world may have its own perception of fear, but your nightmares are something only you could understand. What darkness lurks in the depths of your heart?
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Stay still, you flying rat!
[Somewhere off in the tunnels, there echoes the sound of distant gunfire. Odd - very odd, even for this vile flesh maze. Those who are drawn to investigate will be met with a cavernous space and the sight of two identical young girls, flitting through the air with the grace of some intricate dance. They spin around each other, dodging and weaving, their staves streaming bullets of light seeking out the other. They are equally skilled - none strike their target.
The one on the left calls out.]
How did you even get here?! It's impossible! You are the one thing that cannot be transferred between worlds.
I took you down once; I'll do it a --
[At this point, they both notice the observer to their battle. The girl on the right instantly dives for her hapless victim while the other shrieks in vain.]
Get out of here! Run, you dingdong!
[b: nightmare 2 - the end of the world]
Yeah, alright, real subtle. I see how this goes now.
[She rolls her eyes as she steps out of a hallway and into what is obviously an illusion. ...Before them is the Earth. The Earth as she foresees it in her future. What was once verdant, lush jungle is now rotting and decayed; herds of animals dropped dead where they stand; bubbling pools of some nightmarish red-green toxic pollutant.
It is an apocalyptic wasteland.]
The thing that pisses off the Goddess of Nature most. Amateur. You think I don't think about this already every day? You think I don't foresee what's going to happen?
[Viridi steps forward into this nightmare and where her feet touch the ground, small flowers and grasses bloom... that instantly wither and die the moment she steps away. With deliberate intent, she approaches the rotting carcass of what seems to have once been a wild boar and places a hand upon it.]
You think I don't count each life that goes before its time? ...You think I don't know?
I know. I know each and every one, and I promise, this isn't anything I haven't seen before.
[...She bends her head, and if a trickle of moisture flashes briefly on her cheek, that's probably just the glare from the sun that's being blotted out by billowing black clouds.]
What are you looking at?
[c: telepathic communication to all within range]
Hey, all you grotesque apes.
...Alright, this is going to everyone I can reach, including non-grotesque apes, but cut me some slack. When's the next chance I'll get to insult them all in one go? Gotta shoot my shot.
This is Viridi, fully powered Goddess of Nature, Ruler of the Earth, Creator of All Life, yada yada yada. I don't usually do this 'teamwork' thing, but if you're finding yourself in a corner, you can just... call my name. It's kind of how the whole goddess thing works. Prayer, you know?
I'm more ticked off at these disgusting filthy flesh tunnels right now than any of you, so the offer's good for as long as that stays true. I'm in... I don't know. The fifth sub-basement? I can't reach you in person, but I can give you some nifty god powers for a little while.
Bee tee dubs, you'll owe me your eternal servitude, but it's better than dying!
It's the End of the World as we Know It and Parsee Feels Fine (Powers Active)
[It was a snarled out response from the one living thing in the middle of this apocalyptic hell-scape. She was seated on top of a drum with a a bio-hazard symbol on it. It was rusted and ruined, however, screaming that whatever contents had been in it were gone a long time ago. She was only a little bit in earshot, but she still managed to get her voice to carry as she turned a single, glowing and baleful eye towards Viridi.
Oddly? This nightmare was not solely Viridi's. Here she was, the last being left entirely. Nobody to be jealous of each other. No further purpose. Would she even exist if there was nobody to be jealous of, other than the dead? And then, while she'd been dwelling on the thought she caught sight of the other woman, and just sort of growled.]
Every time I get a moment of peace and quiet in this place... What are you going on about?
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[When the one dives for him, he doesn't need to think before he phases out of her way. He brings the engine blade up in a guard.]
Who is that?!
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Ann Takamaki | Panther | OTA~
[ It happened so quickly; she'd been spending time with Ren, Akechi, and Yoshizawa -- an "overnight" excursion that was just mostly chatting with coffee, the closest thing they'd get to a real sleepover (or so they'd foolishly assumed) when the exhaustion suddenly hit. She remembers feeling herself slumping over onto the floor, thumping gently against what she can only assume were the fallen bodies of her companions.
And then, her eyes opened. And when they did, she was on edge, and for good reason. This isn't Ren's apartment. It's a familiar landscape, yes -- Mementos. She knows it well. But it's not just Mementos, is it? How fitting, really, the confusion and twisted nature of this place has only evolved, it seems.
She pushes herself to her feet, staggering only momentarily as she gets her bearings back, and is only mildly surprised as blue flames envelop her. When they disappear moments later, Ann's not standing there. The Phantom Thief Panther has taken her place.
Considering she hasn't been able to do this in... God only knows how long? Yeah, she's a little surprised. It also feels like part of herself has returned, and in a sense, it has, because she can finally feel Carmen stirring as well. ]
...Great.
[ Carmen isn't the only one stirring, though. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the shadows, shifting restlessly and beginning to grow in numbers. Time to go find out if anyone else has been dumped into this hellscape, and more importantly, make sure no one ends up hurt or dead. ]
[ 2; A Radiant Plague ]
[ Okay, so, these aren't exactly the Shadows she remembers from home. Not quite, at least. These things are relentless and remind her almost of having a zombie mentality. Ann; no, Panther, is not particularly scared, not yet -- she doesn't have a reason to be. Her personality is a little different like this, after all; Ann is a little more flighty, so to speak, a little more nervous on occasion and easily tongue tied if the spotlight is put on her.
Panther, however, is not. It doesn't ooze, but there's a certain confidence that radiates from her. Her movements are more fluid, more feline, and she's more sure.
The sound of her whip cracking against a shadow or two sounds off first before they scream and disappear in a burst of darkness, but that's only one out of... a ton. Her eyes narrow, and without hesitation, she reaches up and rips her mask off. As soon as she does, there's a large burst of blue flames as a large woman appears behind her, and if you listen past the noises the Shadows make, you may even be able to hear the faintest sounds of chains clinking. ]
Dance, Carmen! [ That's the only warning the encroaching Shadows get, before Carmen opens her arms and unleashes a wave of fire and destruction. The Shadows closest to her are incinerated, but of course, there are more. There are always more.
Panther isn't going to say no to a little help in this fight, of course. Nor is she going to turn down any pleas for help. ]
[ 3; Wildcard ]
[ Got any ideas that you'd rather do or add onto anything I've already got? Go for it. I'm open to whatever, I was going to add more but then I realized this was gonna just get long and drawn out LMAO. So, hit me with your best shot. ]
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Hope you're ready!
[Among the red comes a bright white light as Tifa lands on the platform between Ann and the Shadows, and over her head emerges a flaming beast, shaking the station when his enormous feet hit the ground. He wastes no time in leaping up before coming down again on the wave of Shadows before they can reach the two women, igniting them in a second flood of fire. Ifrit turns his glowing red eyes on Carmen then, but doesn't attack, remaining wary of whether she's to be considered an enemy too.
Meanwhile, Tifa flashes a confident smile at Ann, recognizing her instantly as Ren's friend. The girl at the bar.]
Figured you could use a little help. Did we miss much?
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gentle p5 vanilla spoiler mention!
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Ren Amamiya | Persona 5 Royal | OTA
(All he remembers is how heavy his eyelids felt, how the never-ending energy the world provided seemed to just be sucked out of his body before his head hits a pillow. The moment they open again, everything looks slightly blurry, unreal, with light coming from places of importance. The exits and their obstructions have a shiny outline to them now and immediately, he gets what it means.
This is definitely Mementos. His powers are back.
... Which he would have known had he looked down at his now red gloved hands sooner than now. Joker turns around only to find an empty station, aside from veins that he is now following, the glowing outline already warning that he has a long way ahead of him. Whoever finds him, sees a rather decided, confident-looking masked man who may or may not bear resemblance to your neighborhood barista, Ren.)
-- fight your fears (open)
(For a second before he finds the other Phantom Thieves & Associates, Joker is closing his eyes. The saferooms now are just nightmare-like as the rest of the place, so catch Joker finally resting against a wall with the least amount of veins present, mask on the side of his head.
That infernal horn, though. His deep, determined voice advises, concern along with the seriousness:)
It's coming. Get ready.
-- actual resting. (open)
(You'll find him finally catching his breath after the above, same posture and demeanor as before, simply just tapping on his phone and replying to the texts he's been receiving now that their phones work.
Honestly, if you'd like to just sit with him, feel free. This is the moment for that.)
--a personal one, open (up to two threads only), minor spoiler in the link for vanilla??
(By now, it's been long enough to determine this isn't home, but it's not too dissimilar to it either. Joker's about to return to his group, inquiring of positions through texts now that they're not blessed with the earpieces. He's about to go meet them, but as soon as the gray eyes leave the screen, the next thing that shows is the bald figure of Masayoshi Shido.
The mask can be hiding the frown but not the strength and anger in the boy's eyes. The stench of overwhelming sweet for some reason in the air, along with the glow in the man's gaze are enough to tell him that this is not exactly real, it's a misplaced Shadow that will certainly take him if he doesn't take it out first. It talks of proposals, attempts of negotiating, promises of giving all the Phantom Thieves could ever dream of. Doesn't go well with Joker whatsoever.
Next thing you see, a figure is born from blue fire upon his command, on standby before Joker draws a pistol and fires several bullets against the Shadow with not an ounce of hesitation. It's just an illusion, not a common Shadow, nor the Shadow of a Palace Ruler, nor is it the man himself.
When it poofs into black smoke, Joker watches with a grin, turning and ready to leave.)
-- wildcards&such
welp. this is ren's element. feel free to tag me whatever you feel! i will most definitely throw some other prompts here when things get moving. i've also added this texting thread to my open log to avoid spamming this point. feel free to text the renren as well!
arrival
This is the least imaginative way to gate progress possible.
[As Ren walks down the halls, he is met with the somewhat odd sight of a small child standing next to a tree. ...This place is definitely not conducive to plant growth. On the other hand, trees don't usually have fists, either, so probably there's something else going on here.
The tree mindlessly pounds away at the flesh wall as Viridi grumbles.]
...Who are you? And how did you escape from the Victorian costume ball?
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Fight Your Fears (let me know if this is okay!)
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closed: damien&akechi
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time to FIGHT UR FEARS together
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the personal one~
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Arrival
powers off... for now! let's see?
*thumbs up* glowy eyes only for now! Update if you want more.
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Personal if that's okay?
FINALLY SOME JOKER OUTFIT APPRECIATION, THANKS NOCT YOU'RE A HOMIE
OTHER PEOPLE WOULDN'T KNOW AWESOME IF IT BIT THEM IN THE FACE
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Merlin | Fate/Grand Order | Open!
Some people, upon realizing they're dreaming, especially dreaming of some kind of creepy subway system, might be more than a little put out. Others might simply take quite a while to realize they're dreaming at all, wandering in a funk without quite recognizing the little oddities here and there.
Merlin is neither of those types of people.
In fact, if anything, he seems almost delighted by this new development. If you happen across him, especially if you were one of those skeptics who questioned the waking reality of the strange world in a void, he'll likely have something to smugly say to you:
"Now this... this is a dream!"
That it's not strictly his dream is a minor quibble. It's a dream, and he's here, as are the minds of others. It's about time his incubus side got a chance to play!
[II. Flowers]
As anyone who's, well, even taken note of the details of Merlin's robes, let alone noticed his gardening efforts may have realized, the man is quite fond of flowers. What might not have been immediately obvious is that, under ordinary circumstances, he doesn't need to bother with all that work of growing them the old-fashioned way.
Needless to say, he's taking full advantage of the nature of this being a dream to make up for his months of being relatively flower-less, causing them to suddenly bloom, well, pretty much everywhere. He might fill a room he's happened to pause in, or send some running down a set of train tracks as far as he can manage, or just have a few blooming about wherever he happens to be.
For that matter, don't be surprised if you suddenly find some tendrils of flowering vines growing on you, if you happen to catch him in one of his overly enthusiastic moments.
[III. Dreamscapes]
And, of course, being (partially) a creature of dreams, Merlin can't help but play around a bit in making a few things of his own design manifest. Pausing in a room suitable to his purposes, he focuses, overlaying the existing dream's features with those formed from his will. They're quite temporary, tending to fade almost immediately if he ceases putting effort into maintaining them and gradually even without that, but while they last, they might offer a brief respite from... the rest of the dream.
A - Garden of Avalon
For those who've visited the burning flower field in the Unforeseen Simulation Joint might find a familiar sight in this dreamscape. Minus all the fire, of course. And with the addition of a brilliant blue sky scattered with clouds seen through the now (temporarily) invisible ceiling. Merlin can typically be found here sitting under a tree by the edge of a pool in the midst of the field of flowers, while far off in the distance a tower can be seen, though no matter how far one walks it never seems to get any closer. Probably because there's only so much space he has to work with here, so he's tweaked physics a bit to make people run in place after a certain point rather than run (or jump, or fly) into an invisible wall.
B - A Rose-Scented Night
Stepping into this dreamscape is stepping into darkness. Not absolute, but like that of a summer night, one illuminated solely by the stars and a crescent moon. As one's eyes adjust, one can make out carefully-trimmed shrubs and flower beds, with smooth gravel paths winding between them, and the smell of flowers heavy in the slightly humid, warm night air. It's altogether enchanting, almost intoxicating... And, well, should one be tempted to take advantage of having a brief tryst in the dark, the white-robed mage will gladly assist.
C - Camelot Castle
Perhaps conjured more on a whim than anything, this dreamscape features a piece British castle from a bygone era. It's bustling and full of people, though those people are merely the phantoms of a dream, more a sort of mobile scenery than individuals who can be spoken with.
Still, it's whimsical and lively, and the man with long flowing robes and a wizard's staff doesn't look in the least out of place in it.
[IV. Exploration]
Merlin can't spend all his time goofing around though. Quite a lot of it, to be sure, but messing around with someone else's dreams takes effort and energy, and he doesn't have an unlimited quantity of that.
Well, that, and he probably got bored.
Which is why you might find him wandering about the tunnels, apparently not heading anywhere in particular, but rather quick to approach anyone he happens across.
"Hmm, the aesthetic here leaves something to be desired, don't you think?"
He might even help drive off a nightmare for you if you ask nicely. Maybe.
[V. Beast] ***please see notes at end***
Are you feeling watched? Or have an ominous sense like something is out to get you? Well, you might not be wrong, because from time to time, there's a monster that appears to be roaming the tunnels. Its exact form is vague, like a half-remembered dream, but there's no question that it's some kind of beast. A large beast, with a gaping maw, silvery-white fur, and a pair of horns adorning its head.
And no question, if you so happen to look in its eyes, that it wants nothing more to slay you.
Fight is ill-advised, the beast seems to respond to such attempts by simply growing fiercer. It might be safer to flee, and hope it doesn't give chase.
[Notes/Wildcard]
First of all, see my comment here for a quick rundown on event-related stuff Merlin can do. I did forget one thing, namely Merlin's Clairvoyance: he can observe any place he wishes in the present time. If you want him to possibly spy on your character, please let me know, otherwise I'll just assume his attention is elsewhere.
Second, regarding his dreamscapes, please note that they're basically just changing the appearance and such of an existing part of the dream. Think of it like a holodeck: it might LOOK like there's scenery going off into the distance, but you're still actually in just that small room. You can even see the door(s) if you look for them!
Third, for the nightmare beast scenario, for the purposes of this being a dream/nightmare and operating on dream logic, the beast cannot be defeated in a fight. However! Finding alternatives like turning invisible, teleporting away, distracting it, etc, are perfectly fine. And in fact if you want to run with this scenario you can do basically anything short of harming the beast without bothering to ask first! It's all dream logic, after all. :)
Finally, feel free to tag with scenarios of your own, or hit me up in PMs or Discord (AC#7235) to plot!
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[A small child falls back into one of the flowerbeds, whereupon it immediately sprouts an enormous pink blossom to support her weight.
She lounges in a partially upright position.]
This is too calm to be another nightmare. And the flowers respond to me. I'm guessing this is your doing?
[This is probably the closest she gets to a good first impression.]
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IV (Powers Active, as discussed)
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Hornet | Hollow Knight | OTA
[Hornet is accustomed to sitting vigil in the City of Tears, crouched with her hands on her needle for ages on end. Days, weeks, months— the lack of clear time is a blessing, and so too is the lack of sleep. She does not need to rest to see intruders approach.]
[And then, as if her non-stop vigilence has finally caught up with her, she dozes off.]
[For a moment she stands still, feeling the weight of her blade in her hands. She stares into the depths, feels the warm air rush past like the breath of a monster swallowing her whole. She smells sweet rot.]
[She's not panicking. She's not panicking, she's not going to panic, she's fine! She's fine. It's fine. She is a calm and collected warrior, the child of a god, sole protector of Hallownest. It's fine. Any moment now, she'll wake up and perform a thorough sweep of the city for any sign of the infection, and then maybe she'll get more of that coffee stuff and never sleep again. This is a one-off occurrence. Just a regular, meaningless dream.]
[...She's not waking up.]
[Hornet takes a very deep breath, grip tightening until her hands shake around the hilt of her needle. With a wordless scream, she whirls and throws her blade at the nearest wall. It embeds itself a foot deep and stays there.]
"NO!"
2. it's like riding a bicycle in hell
[On the bright side, at least Hornet has her thread back.]
[It seems she can barely take ten steps without another husk rising from the darkness, eyes glinting with the Old Light's power. A pillbug stumbles before breaking into a sprint, arms flailing before it. Hornet drives her needle into it's head and throws it aside without breaking stride. Another leaps at her, has its head sliced off.]
[They're relentless, following her every step of the way. Just like home.]
[The horn sounds again, and this time a horde springs up all around her. Instantly she throws her needle, not to attack but to dig it into the ceiling like a grappling hook and launch herself out of the fray, give herself a moment to think. More threads spring up between the floor and ceiling, tangling a few husks and slowing others, but more keep rising until the tunnel is choked with bugs all swollen with glowing pus.]
[Hornet takes a deep breath and throws her needle into the nearest husk. It explodes, and three more take its place. She swears. Some help would be appreciated.]
3. this is about as restful as it gets.
[Hornet paces rapid circles between the seats of the rest area, muttering furious theories to herself. Well, not really theories. That implies a degree of uncertainty, and Hornet is quite sure of what's going on.]
"...Old Light... blasted dreams... I'll stab it myself if I have to. Giving us a false sense of security. I knew it. I knew it."
[She comes to an abrupt stop, turning on whoever else is in this station who she's ignored up to this point. There's a frantic edge to her voice.]
"If we don't all die in this accursed fever dream, I believe I may weave a nice large banner that reads 'I told you so' and hang it where everyone can see it. It shall be exquisite."
4. Wild Card
[Any other horrible dreams you want to share with Hornet? Go ahead! I'd be especially happy to play out the Trust No One nightmare, I just can't think of how to write a generic prompt for that.]
[If you wanna plot something first, feel free to PM me here or on Discord (BrushApocalypse#7677)!]
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[There's an abrupt scream as Hornet's needle goes whizzing into the wall, Blue stopped mid-step barely a foot away from that spot in the dark, dank tunnel they've both found themselves in. Hands raised protectively (however futile that may be), he lets out the sharp breath he'd taken and boggles at Hornet, a little irritated. He recognizes seeing her, he thinks, in the Heavenly Blanc....]
Sheesh, would it kill you to watch where you throw that thing!? [He grouses, and shortly after his grumpy shout, a strange beast teleports into sight next to him- much calmer than him, certainly, it grasps its spoons in hand before glancing to Hornet with wary, but mostly cautious eyes.] Kazaam. [It wouldn't have hit him anyway.]
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Bowser | Open
Bowser, after falling asleep, does not remember the exhaustion hitting, nor does he remember exactly what he was doing. All he understands is that now, he is somewhere new. "Great," he says, "This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"
B: Plague
The shadow zombies Bowser sees do not take the form of humans, but those of Shy Guys, Koopa Troopas, and Goombas. However, the colors Shy Guys' robes are faded and covered in dirt and soot, and the face holes in their masks seem to leak black paint. The shadow Koopas' scales are also far paler than those normal Koopas, and their shells are either black, purple, or red. The Goombas and Koopas both have the orange, empty, glowing eyes that any of the plague shadows have, though the Koopas' eyes are partially covered by shades, and they where the same kinds of armbands and collar that Bowser wears.
As soon as Bowser hears the horn he puts up his claws and takes a fighting stance. When the creatures appear, the word "Showtime" is growled. Though he is surrounded, he has no doubt he will defeat these creatures. He fears for what these creatures mean for the Koopa Troop, for what they mean for his home, but not for his own safety.
C: The Heart
After fighting his way to the deepest level, Bowser finally reaches the Heart. "You think this is it?" Bowser asks, to whoever has also made it to the chamber, "the thing that put us all here? It's got a kind of final boss vibe." That is, at least, Bowser's way of describing the dread it causes.
D: Wild Card
(Bowser can also be encountered in other situations. If you would like to do so you may contact me at PipMcGee#3004 or by journal PM.)
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aerith | ota
[ It starts just like every other day. Aerith is in the Lemon Cell Church, tending to the lilies that grow there, before her world is swallowed by a thick blackness. The fog overtakes her completely, dissipating slow, sticking to her mind as she wakes again in a different place entirely. ]
What...? [ The brunette presses a palm to her forehead as her awareness returns to her, as the feeling of having been in a deep sleep - a rarity for the void - fades. She shakes her head a bit to clear the fog before glancing around, hands curled into fists at her chest, gaze...appropriately nervous. ]
Where...am I? [ This is a first for this world, but maybe it shouldn't be unexpected. After all, this place has proven time and again that they never know what's coming next. As such, the flower girl begins to take cautious steps around the area, taking in the somewhat telltale environment of a train station, but noting with dread the living, fleshy walls that block her exit.
Aerith barely has time to process this horrifying revelation when something else catches her eye. From a distant corner, shadows have been piling on thick, forming an inky heap at the edge of her vision. When she turns fully to face it, insides prickling with unease, it morphs into a bright splash of color.
Lava isn't something she's really familiar with, but she's seen enough monsters in her life to know that this is nothing good. Particularly when it begins creeping across the floor to her, covering the ground like a bubbling, searing carpet.
What else can she do? She begins to run in the opposite direction, casting fearful glances over her shoulder as the lava seems to follow her... ]
i feel it in my bones
Aerith: there you are. What's wrong?
[ The voices and visages are familiar enough: Cloud, Tifa, Barret, and Red XIII are clustered nearby, beckoning to her. These aren't the first horrors she's encountered in the tunnels so far, but they're able to get under her skin more easily than much of what she's seen. Even without their glowing eyes, something about them is clearly so wrong that it has her hair stand on end, and she instinctively takes a step back. ]
We just want to help you. [ Not-Tifa reassures her. The voice is soft and gentle enough, but her usually-kind eyes are blotted out by the bright orange. And, even from this distance, Aerith can smell something...sickly-sweet, like rotting flowers, emanating from their forms. ]
Go away. [ She presses, unconvinced by their feigned kindness. The shadow-Barret's face splits into a wicked grin, and the imitation of Red XIII chuckles, low. ]
Just come with us, and you won't be alone anymore. [ The fake Cloud says, taking a few steps forward. Alarm bells are ringing wildly in her ears, and though it seems unlikely she'll be able to defeat or outrun them, she has to try...
Starting with the latter. Aerith abruptly breaks off from the group, dashing down the tunnels with the four shadows at her back... ]
enough to make my systems blow
[ There's a sigh of relief as the oppressive shadows seem to fill the room and then dissipate, and Aerith takes a much-needed breather against one of the non-meat surfaces of the tunnels. The flower girl presses her back to it, sliding down to a sitting position for a moment, though keeping her eyes sharp in case anything else - some new terror - materializes. ]
Jeez... [ She exhales, winded. The void isn't usually so nightmarish, and she can't even begin to fathom why it'd changed so drastically now. Could this be the influence of a new arrival? Or...was this just the world revealing its true nature after all this time?
There's a sound of footfalls, and Aerith quickly gets back to her feet, gripping her rod defensively. The face...belongs to someone else from the void, and not one of the monsters that's been haunting her in these tunnels. They don't have orange eyes, at least, and she offers a little wave as her stance relaxes. ]
Hey... You okay? [ They've probably been through a lot, too. Though...as she looks at them more and more, something feels - off, still. It isn't like with the shadowy doppelgangers before, but there's something strange all the same. Something that tenses her up again, that takes root in a sort of sprout of paranoid in the pit of her stomach.
Is this...another trick? ]
feel it in my bones 👀
Once they're close enough, Tifa roots herself on the spot, feet planting firmly on the tracks and fiery fists raised as a precaution, unsure of what will round the corner when it does, but her breath catches when she spots the familiar flash of pink.]
Aerith!
[She catches the other woman instead, arms wrapping around her protectively as they collide, unaware of the fact that she was running to get away from something else.]
Are you alright!?
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rinoa heartilly • final fantasy viii • ota
in the dream, Rinoa will have access to all of her powers, even those that are subject to strikethroughs in the post linked above.
for this event only, I am also okay with mind control should it come to it.
I ☆ to Dream
II ☆ on Wings
III ☆ the Hollow
IV ☆ Wildcard
The Hollow (Powers Active)
["Squal" wasn't the only one in this equation with glowing green eyes. Parsee had been running from "Yuugi" for a while when she found Rinoa there, fighting with her dog to get closer to the vision of a man in a fur lined leather jacket whose eyes glowed unhealthily. There was still distance between them, and in that moment Parsee felt... was it protectiveness? No, jealousy. Jealousy of the way that this guy affected Rinoa even when it was clear just how 'off' he was.
Hadn't she told her about him a couple times? Mister taciturn? Mister doesn't show emotions? She scowled and ran between them, pushing hard against Rinoa's shoulders, eyes flaring an ugly, sickly color.]
Tell me. Would your precious Squal want a hug? Ever?
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Melinoë 👻 Greek Mythology 👻
At various intervals of time, one may come across Melinoë in her true form, as the Goddess has shed herself of the mortal body of Dulcinea. In her wake follows a procession of ethereal beings, ghosts and ghouls and spirits and wraiths; take care, not every follower is of the friendly sort, though most would be content holding a conversation.
It somehow feels as though the siren song of the train is Charon calling, and the Goddess finds comfort in that. Whenever she hears this sound, lips twitch upwards into a small smile. Melinoë is in her utmost element in this dreamscape, having her divine powers at her beck and call. There doesn’t seem to be a moment wherein Mel’s eyes are without a mischievous glint, where lips aren’t transformed into unfiltered bliss. If not having a discussion or dancing with ghosts, she's exploring, or causing whatever monsters thrown their way to see nightmares of their own.
She’s found a chamber and transformed it into an outdoor theatre, the atmosphere creepy, the sounds of her cello playing hauntingly melodic. The other instruments involved are simply audibly heard, not visibly seen, though hovering in one’s peripheral, they may catch a glimpse of a spectre giving life to the appropriate musical tool. Some of the seats are occupied by spirit spectators, their clothing from a plethora of time periods.
Despite the creaking trees, the moon that could have come straight out of a Hallowe’en film, the chill and the fog, Melinoë seems quite at home, nothing but contentment and jubilation radiating off the pale woman in waves. She adores her ghosts the most, loves the cello second best.
((Player’s choice if she looks like PB or Goddess form.))
Capable of night terrors so severe that they’ve caused one’s mind to shatter like bones, to have the person dissolve into insanity, if someone would like Melinoë to heighten their current nightmares or provide any, period, please do let me know.
PM or Discord { A Broken Zebra#053
CLOSED to Damien
proving it wasn’t just a pity fuck, thank you, kindly.When she’s not assisting Aerith, or Professor Sam, or with Merlin, the Goddess is either at the shrine or with Damien. She’s found a routine, of sorts, and hates this place just a little less.Having been with the hacker before the Sleep, she naturally awakens at his side (clothed, at least), and blinks somewhat owlishly whilst adjusting to these foreginish surroundings. Her first concern is Damien, and Mel moves to her knees to tenderly rest hands atop his form, murmuring his name to bring him back.
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Home is Where the Heart is (True Form/Parsee Powers Active)
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Add | Elsword | OTA!
[B - Scouting]
[C - Battlefield]
[D - Heart to Heart]
[E - Wildcard]
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Ahh jeez, alright, stay still! [He grouches, approaching the drone to get a better look. It's just a little out of his reach... Blue frowns, and unclips a capsule-like ball from his belt, holding it out beside him.] Arcanine, help me out with this! [The capsule bursts open, and in a beam of energy forms a large, scruffy dog, striped like a tiger, which shakes out its mane and wags its tail, giving a bark. He's seemingly very happy to be called out (and after all that time spent in his balls, who wouldn't?). He certainly doesn't trust his master to be left alone in a dangerous-smelling place like this, and eyes the little dynamo with suspicion.] Rrrrr...
It's fine, it's fine, just gimme a boost! [Blue clambers up onto his back to get a bit of height so that he can reach in and try to disentangle the weird little purple Magnemite-thing, grimacing as his fingers touch the slimy fibrous meat that it's stuck in.] So nasty! Bet it's too much to hope there's some clean water around here to wash my hands with, ugh.
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[ ... ah, is this a kidnapping in a kidnapping? the regular train station is silent enough that it leaves leo slightly unsettled, the meat wall behind him blocking his way not helping matters. this is a new one -- new like the memories. was the void being a mcmess just gonna be a thing here now? void god, please?
leo doesn't have much choice but to wander around aimlessly, obviously. but for obvious reasons he's... a little jumpy. don't mind him if he jumps when he rounds a corner and finds you there, though. he's been fortunate enough to avoid the shadows thus far, but unfortunate enough to not run into anyone he has been looking for, either.
regardless, any face at all is one he's gonna consider friendly. that fact doesn't change simply because they're in meatmentos, land of the I Sure Hate Everything. ]
Oh -- woah! I was starting to think it was just me! Am I glad to see you!
[ please save him ]
B. CHECKMATE (both leo and izumi will be responding here!)
[ at least leo's not alone now. is that a good thing?
those approaching may find that funnily enough, the shadows here are dead! well, no, they aren't dead -- some take the form of bloodstained corpses of teenage boys, run through with a multitude of swords. others are "alive", dressed elegantly in outfits fit for the stage, clenching their weapons sloppily in their hands. all of them, however, surround a pair in a chaotic ensemble.
leo and izumi stand at the center of this, their own (false) swords in hand. though they cut at the figures surrounding them, the number of the crowd never seems to lessen. they return the blows aimed at them, but that's just part of the nightmare too -- an echo to a time in the past. for the knowledgeable, the aggressors are obviously the shadows. to those more ignorant, and even then, it sure seems like leo and izumi are doing this less to survive, and more just because they... can?
not that they'll succeed in it. step in before they destroy themselves? though given the mindset involved, expect some resistance from more than just the shadows.
enjoy! ]
C. WILDCARD
[ hit me up with whatever you wish! feel free to pm me here or at
a AND AS PROMISED, I AM TAGGING BOTH HERE I AM
Behind Joker is not a Persona Leo will recognize from the memories he's gotten, but a much cooler one that is a few meters taller than he should be. Just because. He was about to give a command when he heard Leo's voice--
Huh?)
Leo? Are you ok? Unharmed? (He asks, scanning the other for possible injuries. Did everyone get pulled in?)
OPENS MY ARMS WIDE
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Turing | 2064: Read Only Memories | Mostly OTA
[ They were in the apartment again. Everything was in place like they remembered, and the haphazard graffiti paint wasn't there to mar one of the last places they had felt truly safe. They were bathed in the moonlight that streamed through the balcony windows. It was just like--
Their thought was interrupted by a frazzled Hayden coming into the room.
This couldn't be happening. They knew it couldn't, even if that was what they wanted. They so desperately wanted to be back with the people who were familiar and safe and kind.
That wasn't going to happen here. ]
Go now, Turing! They can't find you here, or it'll ruin everything we've worked for! No, I don't know what they want, but I'll come find you when it's safe. I promise.
[ No. ]
Don't go to the police and be careful who you talk to, and remember what I taught you. Take care of yourself... I'll see you soon buddy, okay?
[ No! ]
Now go! Out the window! Out the window!
[ NO!
Turing bolted after Hayden after he disappeared from the room. They wouldn't run away. They would protect him this time! ]
Wait! Hayden, don't go! Please!
[ B: 01000001 01001100 01001111 01001110 01000101 ]
[ It wasn't only easy to mistake the shadows for people. They wanted to believe that these were the people they knew. It wasn't logical in the slightest, but feelings often weren't, and submitting to those feelings seemed so much kinder than accepting cold facts.
Alys, TOMCAT, Hayden--everyone was there, even the friends they had managed to make in the void. Alys greeted them with open arms for a hug, and they would have even jumped into those arms if they hadn't seen that orange gleam immediately beforehand. This wasn't right. These shambling forms only looked the part, and they would offer none of the companionship they wanted.
Turing struck back as the shadow of Alys threatened to take hold of them, and the force of their blow was probably more powerful than anyone might expect from a cute little robot. ]
Don't you dare steal their faces!!
[ C: 01011001 01001001 01000101 01001100 01000100 ]
[ When they saw the lava approaching, Turing simply stared impassively. Thankfully it was a good distance away, so they weren't in any immediate danger, but it was still a good idea to run to safety. Physical safety, at least. No matter where they went, the emotional damage had already been done.
It hurt. It hurt so much. That nightmare and the illusions had picked and scratched at their emotional wounds until they bled all over again, before they had even had the chance to properly scab over. Before, they had easily recognized that shutting off emotion modules here and there wouldn't be very healthy at all. Now, they weren't so sure, and the temptation to make it all just stop was strong.
Slowly, they turned around and finally began walking away from the lava, but not quite as fast as they needed to. ]
[ D: Wildcard ]
[ If there's something you're interested in threading out with Turing, go for it! sibilative on plurk if you want to discuss stuff first. ]
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But a whole scene? That they hadn't come across yet. Not that they're thinking about the novelty of suddenly being in an apartment when they rush into the area, following the sound of a very distressed and very familiar voice.)
Turing!
(They shout, pinging the smaller robot over the network as they run after them.)
cw for guns and murder from here
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[ though the surroundings of this tunneled hellscape are unsettling to say the least, Raihan having his team with him at full capacity has made it much more bearable than it could be. Duraludon may be his ace in battle, but it's Flygon that he relies on to get him around, which is perfect for when the floor suddenly starts to get swallowed up into lava. it's hot, but he's surely not the only one trapped in this tunnel - he's heard someone else's voice in distress, and he'll be damned if he leaves them behind.
those who are starting to fatigue from running or have found themselves trapped will hear Raihan's voice, calling out from further within the tunnel to get their attention. riding on Flygon's back through the air, they fly lower to the ground as he leans down to let his arm down within reach as they approach. he'll circle around if he misses, sure, but time is of the essence... and it'll look cool. ]
Take my hand, now!
ii. dreaming big
[ the nightmares Raihan has encountered so far have been navegable so far, but he's yet to see something personalized. that's probably for the best, but he can't expect it to last forever - he's expecting something grim and terrifying, but what he stumbles across is far more unsettling.
his colleagues.
two women sit at a table, seemingly unaware of the pulsating flesh tunnels as they sip their afternoon tea. one is middle aged, dressed warmly in a parka and boots. the other is elderly, siting with an open parasol resting over her shoulder; both look up from their cups to smile knowingly in Raihan's direction.
"Well, if it isn't the 'great' Raihan," says the older woman, sneering slightly. "Won't you join us?" asks the other. "We heard that you've been through some chilling ordeals!"
Heh, yeah... As good as it is to see you two, I'll have to pass. [ he looks more than a bit uncertain, looking between the two of them. even if they're nightmares, he still feels like he has to be on his best behaviour... he even stands up a little straighter. ] Not exactly the time or place for tea, don't you think?
[ the two look at each other knowingly, their shared tea set shattering with a series of loud cracks. suddenly, their bodies begin to evaporate into two swirling storm clouds that start to take shapes that are all too familiar. Raihan jumps back to make space when he sees them, and for good reason - they suddenly explode in crackling electricity to solidify into two gargantuan creatures: a sea monster with a bone-chilling aurora circling it, and a living cake tower, both pushing 90 feet in size. they both let out screeching cries that ring through the tunnels, staggering both Raihan and Duraludon. one Gigantamaxed opponent is manageable, but two might be pushing it... as if that will stop them. ]
Alright, I get it... If you lot can Gigantamax, so can we!
[ though it appears that Raihan is recalling Duraludon to his Pokéball, the capsule soon begins to glow with a reddish-pink light, resonating with the band on his hand. it grows to three times its normal size, and he grins wildly before giving it a toss into the air ahead. ]
Let's show them what you can do, Duraludon!
[ and similar to the way his opponents grew to jaw-dropping sizes, Duraludon does as well - a swirl of dark stormclouds appears over his head as he rises taller into the air, glowing and crackling with energy until the transformation subsides and he his the ground with an earth-shaking slam, revealing his new, 100-foot tall form. he lets out a roar that rings just as loud as the Lapras and Alcremie had, ready for battle.
whatever trepadation had glossed over Raihan's face has now melted away into pure determination and excitement, his eyes wild as he prepares for the ensuing battle. he's confident, but the fact of the matter is that it is two against one, and he's at a type advantage at that. he might need some help... ]
iii. but first... (text only)
[ in an attempt to lighten the mood some, you'll recieve a text with a photo attached - of Raihan, posing for a selfie with a smoldering, fanged grin as he lounges on the rest stop seats. there don't seem to be any nightmares around here, so why not try to get some laughs? ]
are we gonna talk about the fact that these are teeth or what
iv. wildcard.
[ hit me with something different! Raihan and his Pokémon are available for help with fighting back against nightmares, but will also exchange phone numbers with anyone that is willing to, so feel free to text or call him as well! if you have his number, feel free to assume he's sent a good-looking selfie to start the conversation. ]
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how did you even get my number
when did I sign up for your fanclub
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Kasumi Yoshizawa (Violet) | Persona 5 Royal | OTA
i. awakening
ii. protection
iii. shadow (cw: persona 5 royal spoilers!)
iv. wildcard
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[The voice came from an as-yet unfamiliar figure. Unruly blonde hair graced this one's face and green eyes stared intensely at Violet, taking her in with that odd outfit they wore. She made a 'tch' sound but didn't dwell on the obvious quiet yet.
For her part, she looked no different than she ever did in the Void. She hadn't changed outfits in close to a millenium, so her dreaming form wasn't really that different from her waking self. One eyebrow climbed and she put on the smallest wry grin.]
Nice mask. Not sure why you're wearing here, but to each their own.
(OOC: Since powers are definitely active with Rinoa I'll leave up to you if you feel like dealing with them with Violet too.)
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Seto Kaiba | Yu-Gi-Oh! | OTA - It's all Wild
[The issue with someone that prefers to bottle up all of their concerns is that all of that stress and anxiety has to go somewhere. For Kaiba, he hadn't missed sleep in the slightest. Firstly, it meant that he could toil at whatever task without needing lengthy intermissions, for another..
.. it stopped the nightmares.
That was about to change... as soon as he slipped into a fitful slumber.]
[Nightmare 1]
[Instead of being surrounded in a white expanse of nothingness, one of the myriad of corridors led to the polar opposite, sheer darkness. The only light in the otherwise featureless space seemed to be focused on the center of the room. Should a curious onlooker draw nearer, they would see a form that's fallen to their knees and is hyper focused on whatever they are clasping tightly in their hands.
It's Kaiba, and he's currently unresponsive to any and all stimuli. With his back turned towards the entrance it would require someone to navigate around him to see what exactly he's fussing with.
Should someone rotate to the other side of the room, they'll see likely more than they bargained for. There on the ground before him are the scattered dismembered pieces of a still feebly beating heart. The brunette has some of the mass in his hands, and he's trying to figure out how to piece them all together, and his eyes seem vacant devoid of their usual intelligence as if in a trance. Although there is nothing really restricting him to his location, he seems unable to free himself from the psychological hold it's imposing on him.]
No......no.... not this..
[Occasionally he mutters some cryptic phrases.]
Not.. again.
[Nightmare 2]
[Finally. After years of planning, construction, and rigorous testing of various mechanical systems, their dream had become a reality. Roller coasters, and other rides sored high into the sky dwarfing the various concession stands and attractions below. Park mascots dressed as the Dark Magician and Dark Magician girl were passing out balloons fashioned after scapegoat and kuriboh. A large dragon-head shaped arena (the Kaiba dome) stood awaiting challengers and massive blue-eyes white dragon statues could be found in various locations in the park. Kaibaland, was open.
The only problem was that despite everything that went into it, literally everything was about to go horribly wrong. The cars on the coaster went flying off of one of the ramps as the safe guards failed sending the occupants careening towards their doom. The Ferris wheel became stalled out locked in place and trapping passengers. The Kaiba dome automatically locked it's doors not allowing anyone to leave until someone could win a duel, yet the dueling robot always managed to summon Exodia within a few turns preventing escape. The mascots started attacking the guests, the eateries were overrun with pests it was a literal nightmare.
Upon watching his 'kingdom' crumbling before him, Kaiba was thrown off his game]
I..... I don't get it. This must have been sabotage! [.. but how was all of it orchestrated?
Something was nagging him that this couldn't be possible, but he hadn't quite realize that this was a dream. Not yet. So he rushed to the main office to get a better idea of everything that was transpiring over the security cameras.
Before he could get inside, he was mobbed by a collection of angry patrons all pointing their fingers and demanding refunds. This would literally ruin him.]
[Nightmare 3]
'Fraid dem are da breaks, Kaiba. Take it or leave it.
[On the top floor of a high-rise building, there sat a blond haired teenager sporting a Brooklyn accent. His feet were kicked up onto a large desk, and he had his arms behind his head cradling his neck with his hands. He was sounding smug, despite being dressed in attire that was way too casual for the pristine office setting. The other figure in the room was Seto. He growled as he took a step forward.]
You're out of your mind, Wheeler! Get your shoes off my desk and grovel on the floor like the dog you are in the vain hope that I'll let you off easy for your insolence.
[Freeing one of his hands, 'Wheeler" waggled an index finger in the air near his face making a tsking noise as he winked]
Dats no way ta talk to your new boss.
I'm telling you that even if someone did buy out my company, they would never appoint you to this position! You'd run Kaiba Corp into the ground!
[Not considering the fact that perhaps that could have been the aim]
Ya know, I wouldn't really have any qualms firing you- but you do have dat little brudda' ta look out for. I do have a soft spot for siblings. 'Specially younger ones. So chop chop. You can start by taking my clothes to da laundromat.. oh and I expect you to personally load da machine yourself, den you can spiff up my duel disk.. it's showing some signs of wear and tear- den you can fetch me something for lunch..
If I ever fetched you any meal you could consider yourself lucky if it wasn't poisoned!
[The list just kept going, on and on without end. Sometimes 'Wheeler' didn't even seem to pause for a breath]
Nightmare 1
[That voice came from Parsee as she got down into a crouch and knelt there, arms around her knees, staring at Kaiba with an intense light, her eyes flickering green as she watched him toy with the puzzle of the broken heart. Oh, now this... was surreal and fascinating, and the ugly part of her that liked toying with things was just ... curious.
Was this something she could pick apart, she wondered?]
(OOC: powers, yes or no? As if she's not going to make this somehow worse.)
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HELL NO, THE PRICES WERE TOO STEEP SO I JUMPED THE FENCE
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ALL MY CURIOUS
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Parsee Mizuhashi | Touhou Project | OTA
[She was panting as she ran down the railway of the subway station. She had to get out of this god-damned tunnel. She could see the flowing lava behind her as she ran, and the sight of another figure in the flight was definitely not very reassuring. They hadn't found their way out after all.]
Damnit, where are the steps! We need higher ground!
[No time to be jealous. She was SCARED]
No Power Option 2) Join Us... it's Bliiiiisss
Yuugi?!? The hell did you get here?
[She was, for one moment, a little shocked to see a face familiar to her starting to approach slowly. It was the glowing orange eyes that were the tip-off, as one might have expected. Parsee's own gaze narrowed and she scowled.]]
Oh, seriously, fuck this and fuck you! [She hurled a piece of brick and started running.] Let's just hope you're not as strong as the real thing!
Powers Live 1) Trust No One, Especially me
Stay back!
[It's the first warning, the only warning that someone isn't alone as they enter the room of shadows writhing all around. There's a huddled figure crawled up and into the far corner, barely visible. She's breathing heavily, clearly panicked. One eye is open, glowing a sickly, unholy green light as she almost seems to be bleeding out green trickles from her eyes, even though they were just tears glittering in the light of her eyes.
The air around her seemed to glow, tiny little balls of green light forming and fading.]
Get out of here! Leave me alone!
Powers Live 2) And What Makes you Jealous?
Hehehe
[Inside of one of the rooms was an expanse that opened up wide and in it was a briefly, seemingly familiar location. It was a bridge. A familiar bridge. Here in the midst of the nightmare, had one come back to the Void finally? The air of having found the way back ended almost immediately when the full environment was taken in. While the bridge looked like the one in the Void, it crossed through an immense chasm towards a great city beyond, one teaming with life.
The giggle came from a figure seated on the railings of the bridge, eyes glowing as she grinned over at the person, lost in her urges, in her powers. She was back home, in her mind, and there was a stranger on her bridge, someone to play with.]
And what brings you here?
(OOC: her powers are the sensing and manipulation of jealousy - Given the situation, jealousy isn't easy to manipulate into unpleasant or unwise choices, so in some ways folks luck out here that it can't cause too much harm. But feel free to use the de-powered options for regular interactions. She'll be too scared and tired to use her powers.)
Powers 1
They look around the room for a moment, chattering, then fold up the Widow: there does not appear to be any threat here.)
Parsee?
(They approach, but not too close. She may be an illusion, or under the influence of this location. Additionally, she appears to be afraid.)
This unit is non hostile.
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Noctis Lucis Caelum } OTA
[Noct doesn't seem that surprised to be waking up somewhere weird - considering he's still not sure this isn't all just some kind of dream, the fact that it's turned into a nightmare really isn't that odd. It's when he steps forward - and suddenly warps that the surprise turns into excitement as he calls up his carousel of weapons, bringing his sword to hand. He dismisses it a moment later as he starts forward, heading deeper into this new kind of hell. Now that he has his sword back, he needs to find Prompto, to make sure he can get his guns back to him - and see what else he can do to help people as he goes.]
II. Nightmare: A Stitch in Time
[The shadows recede, and Noct looks around warily - and then draws his sword from nowhere, pointing it at either the closest person or thin air.]
You.
[The expression on his face is one no one here has seen, yet. He's furious, eyes dark, jaw clenching. He's no longer seeing whatever's real, here, but instead someone who's made his life hell for months, who was the instrument of his father's death, who almost made him kill Prompto, who killed Luna, who killed Ravus, who stood by and laughed as the Crystal drew Noct in. Now that he's here, that Noct has his sword in hand, he's not going to hesitate.]
III. Nightmare: Holding Back the Dark
[The shadows recede - and the daemons swarm. Noct draws his sword, pushing them back - but they keep coming. He darts around the room in flashes of blue light, dodging some of the attacks and countering others, pushing back the gnashing teeth and swiping claws.]
[Another swarm gathers, and he throws a dagger and warps after it - and then turns to throw a flask that explodes in a shower of ice, leaving the daemons frozen in its wake. Noct takes the moment to catch his breath - and then calls up his sword again as the few stronger ones begin to break free of the ice.]
[He hasn't gone all out, yet, keeping that in his backpocket in case anything bigger decides to show its face, but he's definitely making it obvious now what kind of fighter he is.]
IV. Exploration
[When Noct manages to avoid the nightmares, he makes his way deeper into the tunnels. He jumps in to help where he can, resting occasionally. He has energy drinks that will help with injuries and a variety of weapons he can call up as long as you promise to give them back later. He's used to these sorts of places, considering their hunts for the Royal Arms, the upgrades to the Regalia, and the assorted jobs they picked up.]
[The flesh thing is a little horrifying, but hey. He's coping.]
V. Wildcard
[You name it, I'll play it!]
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What about me?
[he hasn't done shit to you, kiddo]
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/shares her frappuccino
Damien Brenks | WATCH_DOGS | OTA
II. NIGHTMARES ( ... BUT SOMETIMES, YOU STILL LOSE)_
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[But there's no guarantee of that in a place like this- and either way, people are still hurting here, physically or not. He can sense Damien's fear, and he follows it.]
[Cole is only familiar with guns in any way thanks to the memories of a couple of persona users- including the one who gave Damien that gun, which he recognizes. They seem like very dangerous weapons, ones not easily dodged. Cole is fast... but he doesn't need to be fast, right now.]
[Whether Damien can see him right now or not- he's clearly districted regardless- he sticks close to the tunnel walls, still careful to stay low and quiet. Not-Aiden stays focused on Damien. Good- well, not good that he's trying to kill Damien. But he can put a stop to that.]
[It's after Damien turns away after taking a few shots that he makes his move; it's easy enough for him to stealth behind the shadow and bury both his daggers in its back.]
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Samuel Oak, Open (general warning for horror things, specifics below)
1. remember that you can't save everyone (remember that you have to try)
Samuel was happy to stay near the entrance when he woke up; he's seen horror movies, thank you, he knows how this ends. And as odd as he finds it that he's wearing his labcoat again, his pristine white labcoat with no 'artwork' to be found, caution wins out over curiosity this time.
No, what draws him deeper into the tunnels is... a scream. A woman's voice, screaming in terror as if she's being murdered. And somehow, even distorted by the echoes, it seems... familiar? As if he knows who is screaming, despite all screams sounding pretty much the same. After only a little hesitation, he hops down from the platform to the tracks, running along them without regard to how he'll find his way back; his only thought is to help someone who needs it.
After a while of running, following the sound of the non-stop screaming as best he could and now hopelessly lost, the source of the voice becomes clear. There's a car in one of the tunnels, just a generic, modest little four-door. The car is on fire. Completely engulfed in flame, in fact, as the screaming continues.
"Hang on, I'm coming!" Determination renewed, Sam takes another running step toward the car... only for his foot to sink into the floor as if it were made of mud. Another step, and that foot is caught too. The more he struggles forward, toward the screaming voice and the burning car, the deeper he sinks.
By the time help arrives, perhaps drawn by the same sound that drew him, Samuel has to tilt his head back to keep his mouth above the surface. But his priority has not changed, as he spots the other person and calls out, gesturing toward the still-burning vehicle as best he can with his head.
"Don't worry about me! Help her!"
Should you actually make it to the car -- put it out or force it open -- it will be completely empty. Not only of a person who could have actually been screaming, but even seats and a steering wheel and anything else you'd normally find inside a car. It's just a prop, an empty chassis... nothing but a cruel joke.
2. Sanity's Requiem
After that tribulation, he wanders the tunnels, covered up to his chin in God-knows-what, looking for a way to wash it off or at least find his way back to the entrance. That's when the whispers set in, seeming to be right behind him no matter what direction he turns. Then a familiar voice calling out, much too happy for a place like this:
"Professor!" Samuel whirls around to face the owner of the voice; not realizing that the tunnels he was just walking through have closed into a dead end, or that walls have opened up into new paths, possibly leaving a witness to what's about to happen.
It's that black-haired kid, the one from his family photos! This place has summoned an illusion of one of Sam's loved ones, and the illusion takes a single step toward him, arms outstretched and a happy grin on its face... before countless narrow bone spikes erupt from the walls, floor, ceiling, spearing straight through the boy from what seems like every angle.
Samuel tries to make a sound of distress, but his voice has been robbed, and the only noise he can make is some kind of sad combination between a squeak and a honk. His arms and legs are lead, keeping him from moving at more than a snail's pace, so all he can do is watch as the illusion bleeds out, gasping out "Pro.. fess... or....", watch as the life leaves its eyes and it slumps, only kept upright by the bone spears skewering its body.
Only then does the apparent spell over Sam end, only then is he allowed to drop to his knees to try and process what he just saw. No, this... this isn't right. While he's still emotionally numb from shock, his logical scientist mind goes into overdrive to try and explain what happened. Ash isn't the brightest lightbulb, but even he wouldn't be so happy in a place like this... and what about Pikachu, where's Pikachu? The conclusion he reaches, then, is that it was all an illusion, a cruel joke distorting his worst memories and fears... just like the burning car that turned out to be empty. It has to be an illusion, if Ash was here he'd know it; and besides, the alternative, that Ash is really....
"This isn't real! Thisisn'trealthisisn'trealthisisn'treal...." Real or not, he crawls backward until his back hits a wall, before curling up into a little ball, hiding his face in his arms. Don't mind him, he's just going to cry for a while.
3. A light in the darkness; an old friend appears
While still curled up in a ball, trying desperately to wake up because this is clearly a nightmare, the Pokeball in his labcoat pocket wiggles. It's enough to get his attention, as he pulls it out and stares down at it in confusion. The Pokeball wiggles some more, before opening in a burst of white light, revealing a seven-foot bipedal orange dragon.
The dragon croons down at Sam, compassion and concern clear on its face as it plops down beside him and pulls him into its arms. Slowly recovering from his stunned state, Sam blinks up at it a few more times before bursting into laughter, returning the hug and cuddling into the dragon.
"Dragonite! I thought you were stuck in your Pokeball!" Dragonite offers him further encouragement, as he wipes his tears from his face. (Ironically just making it filthier, considering the state of his hands.) He isn't alone... whatever's going on here, he can make it through with Dragonite at his side.
4. Wildcard!
((Come at me with your own scenarios! Nice things (he needs it after all that), not-so-nice things (it's easy to mistake him for something nasty when he's covered in... stuff), whatever.))
p5 vanilla spoilers
Elsewhere, one might find another Goro Akechi in his school uniform. There's an odd glint of yellow to his eyes, his smiles coming too easily to his face. The walking nightmare likes nothing more than to gain someone's trust, get close to them, and then try to hurt. This is Akechi's nightmare given form, the cognitive version of him that had killed him. Encounters with him are best avoided for one's own safety.]
A. Radiant PlagueB. Cognitive Dissonance (cw: blood, dismemberment, descriptions of character death and torture)C. Wildcard!
akechi dies at the end (closed to ren)
[They'd parted ways for a while, each exploring on their own with the agreement to meet back up. Akechi's a little early as he rejoins Ren, taking in his Phantom Thief outfit and shaking his head with a quiet huff. He, on the other hand, is wearing nothing but his school uniform.
He rests a gloved hand on his hip and flicks the other as if to preemptively dismiss a stupid question.]
Why on Earth don't you change back when there isn't a threat?
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B. Side-quest; Goddess Summon Obtained.
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Indigo, Open
The fleshy surroundings don't bother Indigo at first, not really. She's been in flesh biomes before. The idea that this somehow isn't a flesh biome, but part of the Ruin somehow, does occur to her... but she dismisses it quickly. She hasn't seen any giant eyeballs or the usual creatures that populated the Ruin, and besides, the Ruin is dead. She killed it. The idea that it somehow survived that, that it's still alive after everything she sacrificed to kill it... she's not going to face that.
2. If it's not nailed down (and even if it is)....
When Indigo realizes her Matter Manipulator is working, she quickly taps at the menu only to discover it's somehow been emptied. All her extra materials, supplies, furniture, all gone. She'll have to start again from zero. After moping briefly, she sets to doing just that: Gathering up the surroundings into the Manipulator. A jagged, wavering blue line of light, similar to lightning but not nearly as bright, shoots out from the business end of the device, surrounding her target in a blue glow before sucking it inside. She's pretty indiscriminate about what she takes from the environment; teeth benches from the stations? She's taking those. The subway tracks? She's taking those too. She begins to carve out a perfectly square path through the walls, but after seeing them bleed (and collecting the blood; might as well), she thinks better of it; better to do that one more sparingly.
3. Technology of tomorrow
The Matter Manipulator isn't the only technology that's functioning now. Indigo looks down at her rifle in disappointment; it's ironic that when it's finally working, she doesn't have the space or visibility to use it properly. A shame, really, since Novakid are known for their marksmanship.
Her other tech, though, is a boon in exploring the fleshy tunnels. In places where it's difficult to traverse the terrain, such as across chasms or climbing up to another floor where you're not supposed to, is where they can be most seen; a red sphere with yellow spikes, half the height of a person, can be seen 'rolling' along the walls and ceiling, only to unfurl into a crouched Indigo once it reaches a walkable area. Or perhaps you can see her using her double jump to clear an overhang, or to save herself from falling into a chasm.
4. Return of the Ruin
Indigo's charmed exploration of the tunnels couldn't last forever. She's just walking along, minding her own business, when a massive white laser shoots out from somewhere beyond her vision. She just barely drops to the ground in time, the laser going over her head; when it clears, she runs forward to find the source, ready to drop again should there be more coming.
She finds the source of the laser, a large fleshy room, and the centerpiece, lodged into the wall... a massive yellow eye with a cat-like pupil, staring her down with pure malevolence. The pupil dilates so wide that the sclera of the eye can barely be seen, showing a planet against a backdrop of a black starry sky in its depths; then wall slits on either side of the eye open up, pouring out all manner of creatures.
"I killed you once, I can do it again!" Indigo shouts after overcoming her confusion (how is this thing alive?), charging forward with her iridescent sword in hand.
5. Wildcard???
((Have an idea of your own you want to play with Indigo? Come at me! And as for the Ruin summoning creatures, you can pick anything on the "Biome Monsters" and "Mini Biome Monsters" lists given in the link, other than the Erchius Ghost (or you can ask me to pick something), OR you could mix nightmares and go with creatures from your character's canon!))
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"What do you need all that stuff for?"
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POST MORTEM
Characters with abilities related to death may also use this thread if they wish to commune with the dead. If your character is attempting to resurrect, manipulate, or otherwise alter the circumstances of a currently-dead character, please contact the mods with the details of what your character is doing first.
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Not a single sense works. Nothing to see or hear or touch or taste or smell. Nothing nothing nothingnothingnothing
Except him. He'd had a name once, hadn't he? Goro Akechi. That seemed right. Familiar. In a world with no up or down or left or right, only a blank white nothingness and a foreign sense of peace, the only thing he could cling to is his name.]
Ah, [he thinks after an eternity of floating nothingness.] I'm dead.
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