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maskormenacelogs2014-06-15 10:12 pm
closetshark) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-06-15 10:12 pm
Stare in to The Dark
big>WHO: Pitch, Chilton (slightlyoffchilt), Roy (incendere), and Minako (ofloveandbeauty)
WHERE: Dreamland
WHEN: Week of 6/15
WHAT: More nightmare shenannigans!
WARNINGS: Violence, language, will add as they come up.
[OOC: Same as before! As a reminder, the non-Pitch induced nightmares are open for everyone to play with/use even those involved in the Night Terrors part.]
slightlyoffchilt), Roy (incendere), and Minako (ofloveandbeauty)WHERE: Dreamland
WHEN: Week of 6/15
WHAT: More nightmare shenannigans!
WARNINGS: Violence, language, will add as they come up.
[OOC: Same as before! As a reminder, the non-Pitch induced nightmares are open for everyone to play with/use even those involved in the Night Terrors part.]
Chilton
He takes him back, back to the time of old when there were hundreds of thousands of spirits and nothing to stop them beyond their own abilities. Back when witch burnings were a thing and belief in demons was firmly real to most of humanity. Back when fear ruled and Pitch was all but a god compared to other spirits.
"Did you hear? They found another one! Another witch, they'll be burning it in the square." A fishwife says to her friend, giving Chilton a look of suspicion. Strange foreigners were rare after all, travel being dangerous.
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Chilton's pulse raced. The idle concept of living through a dream didn't yet occur to him, and his mind skipped immediately to another universe, another transdimensional travel. That was logical, in this world, wasn't it? There was no veil of the surreal shrouding him, shielding him. He felt exposed. His panic flooded his mouth with mucked saliva. His swallow, he swore, was audible.
"How can you tell? That it's -- that she? He? Is a witch?"
His voice was quieter than usual, more prone to a stutter than ever before.
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"Talkin' 'bout 'em brings more." Her companion hissed. "Better go see the magister yourself, foreigner. Get yourself cleansed of demons."
Roy
Thunder rumbles through the sky, a flash of lightning illuminating the area for a brief second and showing the white peeking out of the mud in places. It isn't wood, to say the least.
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Roy looked around. There was no sign of his subordinates, no sign of anyone in the area. This was not Amestris, and it was most certainly not the city he was brought to. He watched the trees bend around him, searching through the branches for a hint as to where he was, or a good place to stay until the storm blew over. The rain pelted against him, hitting his face hard, and making it difficult to see. With each raindrop that struck, it felt like a new weight was added.
His clothes were soaked--dripping and hanging with the heaviness of the water. His hands, still gloved, remained in his pockets. They would be useless of course, but lots of water also meant lots of hydrogen. If he needed to, he could transmute it. He would just need to find an igniter.
He began walking towards the trees, wary of each sound, movement, and space around him. The mud was thick; his boots sank into the earth and his footsteps were heavy.
Lightning illuminated the ground around him. A flash of white caught his eye in the mud, but he didn't stop. He had to keep moving. He could not get stuck here. This place was too open. He had to find shelter, or at least some other sanctuary that would get him away from this rain or provide him some protection. If anything happened out here, he would be unable to do anything.
He wiped his face with his hand to get the water out of his eyes. He really hate the rain.
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There is more than just the risk of getting muddy and wet here, especially when unarmed.
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The sound of shouts and gunfire snapped him out of his thoughts, and he looked in the direction they were coming from. A battle? He mentally cursed, suddenly aware of just how wet his clothes, and gloves, were. Of all the times and places for him to get stuck in the rain and forget his gun. Where the hell was he, anyway? He carefully maneuvered away from the ribcage in the mud, glancing at it one more time before keeping his attention in the direction of the sounds.
His pace was quick yet steady as he moved towards the trees, keeping low and as far away as he could from the louder echoes of the fight. Occasionally, he would stop and look around to make sure he wasn't being followed, or to determine which direction he should go. If there really was a battle going on here, then he would have to be extra cautious. There was no telling what he could meet here.
Minako
Tokyo is in ruins; monsters running the streets, fires charring what's still standing and the moon is the color of blood. It's clear that somewhere, somehow, they've lost and badly. There's no saving something already gone, only running from that which destroyed it to save yourself.
Which would, really, be the wisest option if Minako wasn't surrounded by chittering beasts.
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Minako looked up at the Moon, tears running down her face. Usagi, her Princess...no, she can't give up. She has to believe in the Princess, in her friends even as she turns around she's completely alone. Where everyone went she doesn't know but there is a weight at the bottom of her stomach telling her that they aren't going to be coming to help her. Not as she takes a step back as the enemy starts to close around her.
She won't lose. She can't lose, they are all depending on her, she won't let them down. Her breath is labored though, she's at the last of her strength already but there is still some left.
Her eyes open once more, filled with determination as she clutched her glowing transformation crystal to her chest. "In the name of the planet Venus, I will punish you!" she cried out as the bright light surrounded her, leaving Venus as it faded.
"You won't win so easily!"
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It is not a pleasant voice, hissing and spitting and livid at her sheer existence among others.
"There is nothing you can do but extinguish." They dived for her en masse, with no regard or seeming care for their own lives. They have numbers against her, and she has to tire eventually.
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"You can't put out the light! I believe in our Princess," she cried out, even if her own light was put out she had to have faith that somewhere, somehow, her Princess was still fighting. To give up hope would truly be a defeat.
"Venus Love and Beauty Shock!" she wasn't trying to control her power now, throwing it at the creatures coming at her with desperation before she leaps up into the air, escaping their clutches.