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maskormenacelogs2018-03-06 01:19 am
fervidclaret) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-03-06 01:19 am
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[Closed] If I Had a Heart
WHO: Itsuki and Lucien
WHERE: In Itsuki's dreams(no literally)
WHEN: Early March
WHAT: Itsuki does a weird death ritual to meet an assassin
WARNINGS: Really horrific dreamscapes, probably talk of murder and/or cannibalism, and god who knows what else. Will update if necessary!
Itsuki had done that ritual, just as described by the mysterious post. It wasn't the first time he'd done something similar out of curiosity, frankly. What had he to worry about, after all? Nothing had ever really come of it before(except once or twice when he had inadvertently activated one of his own powers, but let's not get into that), and so after his little ritual was done and nothing had happened, he didn't really think much of it, leaving the setup alone on the floor of his room which would most CERTAINLY upset his roommates to see, but you know. They should be knocking before entering anyway.
He'll clean it up in the morning, probably. There was something charming about the scene, but really. He couldn't just leave human bones and body parts laying about. And the heart had been perfectly good, really!
His sleep was usually rather uninterrupted, with dreams being quite infrequent, but this night wasn't so simple. Upon falling asleep, it felt like he awoke, just barely, but his surroundings were incomprehensible. Or, they would be if he were not himself something incomprehensible. It felt oddly comforting to open his eyes to see himself surrounded by sea water, light filtering in from above. His hair was the only thing that seemed to notice that he was under water, because he stood on the sand at the bottom as if he were on the shore, each movement ending with him sinking bare toes into the granules.
It would almost be picturesque, except for what seemed to be a swarm of jellyfish floating lazily overhead. They were ruddy reds, splotchy pinks and flesh-tones, browns and whites, and they each seemed to be made from human entrails. Itsuki regarded them fondly, despite their grotesqua appearance, or perhaps because of it, unfettered when one of the entrail-like tentacles ran over his shoulder, sliding over his back as they drifted toward the darkness of deeper seas.
"Oh, hello?" he called out, as calm as ever when he noticed he was not alone. "How can I help you, friend?"
WHERE: In Itsuki's dreams(no literally)
WHEN: Early March
WHAT: Itsuki does a weird death ritual to meet an assassin
WARNINGS: Really horrific dreamscapes, probably talk of murder and/or cannibalism, and god who knows what else. Will update if necessary!
Itsuki had done that ritual, just as described by the mysterious post. It wasn't the first time he'd done something similar out of curiosity, frankly. What had he to worry about, after all? Nothing had ever really come of it before(except once or twice when he had inadvertently activated one of his own powers, but let's not get into that), and so after his little ritual was done and nothing had happened, he didn't really think much of it, leaving the setup alone on the floor of his room which would most CERTAINLY upset his roommates to see, but you know. They should be knocking before entering anyway.
He'll clean it up in the morning, probably. There was something charming about the scene, but really. He couldn't just leave human bones and body parts laying about. And the heart had been perfectly good, really!
His sleep was usually rather uninterrupted, with dreams being quite infrequent, but this night wasn't so simple. Upon falling asleep, it felt like he awoke, just barely, but his surroundings were incomprehensible. Or, they would be if he were not himself something incomprehensible. It felt oddly comforting to open his eyes to see himself surrounded by sea water, light filtering in from above. His hair was the only thing that seemed to notice that he was under water, because he stood on the sand at the bottom as if he were on the shore, each movement ending with him sinking bare toes into the granules.
It would almost be picturesque, except for what seemed to be a swarm of jellyfish floating lazily overhead. They were ruddy reds, splotchy pinks and flesh-tones, browns and whites, and they each seemed to be made from human entrails. Itsuki regarded them fondly, despite their grotesqua appearance, or perhaps because of it, unfettered when one of the entrail-like tentacles ran over his shoulder, sliding over his back as they drifted toward the darkness of deeper seas.
"Oh, hello?" he called out, as calm as ever when he noticed he was not alone. "How can I help you, friend?"
I LIIIIIIIVE
For a long moment, it felt as if he wasn't adjusting to this one. Everything wavered the way he'd grown accustomed to, but never quite resolved. The light was still dancing about.
Then he looked up and saw the surface, and the strange, necromantic netch. Interesting.
"Your prayer was heard. I am a Speaker for the Dark Brotherhood, and I am here to discuss the terms for taking a life."
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He smiled as he drew nearer to the man, clasping his hands together in excitement. "So it worked! Your thing. The stabbing the heart! How exciting!" What he does not do is specify a target or even look particularly murderous for the time being. "So, you are an agent of a god of death? Tell me about her, would you?"
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He smiles broadly. "Who would you have us send to the Void?"