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thisavrou_log2016-03-12 02:12 pm
rraidergirl) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-03-12 02:12 pm
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[semi-closed] All that you are is the end of a nightmare.
Who: Lara and Friends and friends of friends
When: March 6-7th
Where: All aroundtown the ship
What: A bad dream gets entierly out of hand.
Warnings: Needless dramatics, flashbacks of violence, possibly actual violence.
It goes like this: a desperate struggle to stop the transference of a thousand year old soul into the body of the person she loves most. A screaming corpse bursting into flames as the winds finally dissipate and sun breaks through heavy clouds. A long nightmare finally over.
Except now there's new nightmares. On Emiri, they're nudged awake. A little flutter, a terrified "What if it didn't work, what if I didn't save her." A delicate hand curling into a fist around the bloody memories of Yamatai. Keeping them in place, keeping them present. Know fear, know terror. Suffer for what you took from me. More memory then ghost until an opportunity presents itself: raw heart wrenching grief mixed with exhaustion. Memory turned ghost, a grinning skeleton, dripping blood and throwing carefully aimed barbs, always one step behind in the halls and corridors of the ship. Gently picking at the exposed wound, gently stripping away armor and defenses. Wither, waste away.
And then a set back: two men, equally powerful, equally talented. They give her armor and a path to follow out of the darkness. Away from the clutching hands and grinning skeletons. Never far, but it's a beginning, it's something. A fight as opposed to a massacre. And Lara fights every night, ceaselessly. It's difficult to say whether she's getting rest, but she's sleeping. Some days are better than others, but every night she follows the path built in her mind. And now, that she can hear Sans' voice again, that she can see him and know he isn't a hallucination is... It's something. Lara is very experienced in losing people, but no one has ever really come back before. The war doesn't end, but the balance has shifted and it's Roth's voice echoing in the dream: Just keep moving.
The scream that tears her out of sleep is hauntingly familiar. Not one from the other people who might be asleep in the room with her, but one that had belonged to a woman, long past dead, screaming her rage to a clouded sky. The room is illuminated, briefly blazing in blue-white light, the woman standing resplendent and terrifyingly beautiful, before the light curls itself into an orb and flies out of the room. Without thinking, Lara jumps up and tears out into the hall after it, running helter skelter even when it's vanished from view and all that's left is a vapor trail till that too vanishes.
Lara stands in the hall, breathing heavily, eyes wild. "Shit.
[ ooc: this is a little bitty plot that is mostly for Lara's established CR, but really "established" is "have you had a conversation with Lara at literally any point and want in on some free drama", there are basically no requirements to who is and is not involved. A supernaturally powered hallucination turned over powered ghost is going to be tearing around causing chaos for people, in the form of bad nightmares and brief hallucinations and taking on the characteristics (good or bad) of the people in those nightmares. I'm leaving it entierly up to players what those are and how effective they are-- if at all. Feel free to do closed threads for CR that is not Lara. Lara is mostly going to be tearing around the ship looking for her. The only rule is don't blow up anything. Plot is backdated to end on the 7th, when Sans and Lara fight Himiko. hmu @ thatoneblonde on plurk for questions/concerns. ]
When: March 6-7th
Where: All around
What: A bad dream gets entierly out of hand.
Warnings: Needless dramatics, flashbacks of violence, possibly actual violence.
It goes like this: a desperate struggle to stop the transference of a thousand year old soul into the body of the person she loves most. A screaming corpse bursting into flames as the winds finally dissipate and sun breaks through heavy clouds. A long nightmare finally over.
Except now there's new nightmares. On Emiri, they're nudged awake. A little flutter, a terrified "What if it didn't work, what if I didn't save her." A delicate hand curling into a fist around the bloody memories of Yamatai. Keeping them in place, keeping them present. Know fear, know terror. Suffer for what you took from me. More memory then ghost until an opportunity presents itself: raw heart wrenching grief mixed with exhaustion. Memory turned ghost, a grinning skeleton, dripping blood and throwing carefully aimed barbs, always one step behind in the halls and corridors of the ship. Gently picking at the exposed wound, gently stripping away armor and defenses. Wither, waste away.
And then a set back: two men, equally powerful, equally talented. They give her armor and a path to follow out of the darkness. Away from the clutching hands and grinning skeletons. Never far, but it's a beginning, it's something. A fight as opposed to a massacre. And Lara fights every night, ceaselessly. It's difficult to say whether she's getting rest, but she's sleeping. Some days are better than others, but every night she follows the path built in her mind. And now, that she can hear Sans' voice again, that she can see him and know he isn't a hallucination is... It's something. Lara is very experienced in losing people, but no one has ever really come back before. The war doesn't end, but the balance has shifted and it's Roth's voice echoing in the dream: Just keep moving.
The scream that tears her out of sleep is hauntingly familiar. Not one from the other people who might be asleep in the room with her, but one that had belonged to a woman, long past dead, screaming her rage to a clouded sky. The room is illuminated, briefly blazing in blue-white light, the woman standing resplendent and terrifyingly beautiful, before the light curls itself into an orb and flies out of the room. Without thinking, Lara jumps up and tears out into the hall after it, running helter skelter even when it's vanished from view and all that's left is a vapor trail till that too vanishes.
Lara stands in the hall, breathing heavily, eyes wild. "Shit.
[ ooc: this is a little bitty plot that is mostly for Lara's established CR, but really "established" is "have you had a conversation with Lara at literally any point and want in on some free drama", there are basically no requirements to who is and is not involved. A supernaturally powered hallucination turned over powered ghost is going to be tearing around causing chaos for people, in the form of bad nightmares and brief hallucinations and taking on the characteristics (good or bad) of the people in those nightmares. I'm leaving it entierly up to players what those are and how effective they are-- if at all. Feel free to do closed threads for CR that is not Lara. Lara is mostly going to be tearing around the ship looking for her. The only rule is don't blow up anything. Plot is backdated to end on the 7th, when Sans and Lara fight Himiko. hmu @ thatoneblonde on plurk for questions/concerns. ]
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"Lara!" Frisk grabs her hand and starts dragging her down the hall. Flowey's mocking cackle is growing closer, and Frisk can hear him tearing up the hallways as he goes. "We gotta run, he'll hurt you if you get caught, come on!!"
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"What's chasing us?" Her voice sounds strangely calm in her ears, even while the rest of her feels alive and alert, every cell nearly vibrating from it.
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"It's--you gotta run, you can't fight him! Please!"
Suddenly a large, thorny vine shoots around the corner to slam into the wall near the pair, and the red heart hovering in front of Frisk's chest quivers even more. Flowey's catching up--
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"Right." Next time she leaves her room, she's bringing her bow. Turning, she scoops Frisk up under one arm and bolts down the hall. Behind them, the laughter echoes, closer and closer with every step. Lara turns a corner sharply and bolts down a darker hall, reaching for the handle of the first door they come across, practically throwing the both of them inside and slamming the door shut. "What is that."
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"I-it's--he's from--h-he's Flowey, he wants to--" Frisk can barely speak for all the words catching in their throat. How can you even explain that a flower wants to erase all of reality? "He'll kill you, I'm the only one that can stop him! Just hide, I'll get him away!"
Something heavy slams against the door, and the sick sound of creaks and cracks grows louder and louder. "Hee hee hee! Did you think finding a friend would help you, Frisk?"
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"He's not going to kill me." She didn't survive Yamatai to die here. Not like this. The laugh is jarring and crackling and the door shudders where she has her back pressed against it. "How do we stop him?"