Dɪᴇ Dᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴜs ᴅᴇᴍ Bʀᴜɴɴᴇɴ

"The droplets of the scarlet moon are irresistible impulses Trapped in the darkness of the night, that girl will not sleep.” Independent Elise von Friedhof RP, Sound Horizon 7th story

[damebrunn]

{ I keep forgetting this account exists rip El

Anyway, most threads will be answered/posted by new year because I'm gonna be out of my PC for like zillions of years, just a PSA so that you guys know I live. } 

[the-library-and-step-on-it]

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

Notes From A Native Son, James Baldwin. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)

[damebrunn]

A ʀᴏsᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɢᴇ | Rᴏsᴇ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss

   There were days in which simply gazing at the scenery from her window wasn't enough. The beauties that lied within the castle's territory, even though she had seen them countless, were always better than the prison she was granted to. Those places, albeit considered nothing special, were the only way of keeping her mind sane in her confinement. Of course, she was prohibited from leaving her room, a punishment awaited her should she get caught -- But if there is something about herself she is proud, is her mischievous ways to escape the guards' eyes as if they were blind (which of course, brought her a brief sense of victory). While she had already accepted that she would never be leaving that accursed place she dared to call 'home', some mysterious force made her still hold some self-care. She couldn't give in just yet.

   And today, for her fortune, she heard about the arrival of important visitors from a neighboring kingdom (her presence at the meeting, of course, was strictly prohibited by the orders of the king), so the guard would be likely to be more focused on something else other than the boring task of watching the princess. She would have the castle only to herself now! Anxiously awaiting for the sounds which marked their arrival could be heard, she tried to think of a place she could spend the time, now that most of her places of interest would possibly be heavily guarded, like the library. But when she heard the signal, she hurried downstairs, completely forgetting of her plans.

   --Until it hit her again as soon as she reached the door. Where would she go from there? She knew the castle's grounds from north to south, and should those visitors get a tour of the place, after their meeting and whatever other thing they'd do later, then it would take them a good time for them to reach certain spots--Such as the area of the second courtyard, which, if she has a good memory, is located at one of the extremes from the south (fortunately, not too far from her as well). There! She knew where to head now.

   Taking extra care to avoid any guard's eyes (most servants, for her comfort, pretended to not see her whenever she was spotted), it didn't take long until she reached her destination. What differed that yard from the other one, near the entrance, was that this one had a beautiful garden and a fountain that she loved. The area was wide so she could run all day along until she felt her knees were about to fall, but she instead chose to sit by the fountain's edge, to feel the nice wind and the sun's light for a while. It was such a rare chance for her to do so. 

[damebrunn]

Tʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ... | Tʜᴀɴᴀᴛᴏs﹣ᴋᴏ

   Sleep wasn't supposed to be a need for a phantom like her, but there was no better way for her to spend her time in her cradle while she waited for dusk. Although it wasn't impossible of her to walk around the woods at daytime, it was simply a matter of preference. She loathed the sunlight enough to make her way back to the well when she spotted the first ray of light that wasn't the moon or the stars, so she wanted to avoid it as much as she could. There is a time of the day in which the sun shines right upon her head, but the bottom of the well luckily kept it from being a bother, as it was too deep for the light to reach completely (and she was asleep by that time as well).

   If a being of her kind didn't need such thing as a time of rest, then of course their stages of sleep were distinct than that of human folk. Such things as dreams weren't, or rather, couldn't be possible. Or at least that is how it was supposed to be. She never dreamed once since her new beginning.

            Yet, what is about to happen now--It is questionable whether it is truth or just a fantasy.

   When she opened her eyes and looked up, the sun had already started to bid its farewell at the horizon. Her timing was precise, she rarely missed the "right" moment (for passing the entire day doing nothing but sleeping was very much tedious though better than having to see much light than she could take). Yet, when she had emerged from her cradle, she felt something...amiss. As she looked around, her eyes widened in shock.

   The forest seemed less dark than she was used to see, the trees looked like to have shrunk and their leaves had lighter, vivid tones of green--It was a much friendlier setting. That wasn't the forest she lived into. That wasn't her forest. Where was she? How did she end up there? Her well was the same from ever, it couldn't be possible for her to simply mistaken it for another. Unless...

            ...Was that a dream?

   In either way, there was no use standing idle wasting her time with question that wouldn't take her anywhere. As she had looked around for a second time, she saw a road of dirt, looking like a passageway. Of course, it was there to take her to somewhere, if she was looking for answers, she'd better start her search. And so, she followed the path, her steps erstwhile mute now broke a silence that never have been so disturbing for her.

   Finally, she came across another scenery. A mansion that seemed to have been recently built, yet, there was an ominous air around it that made even her a little apprehensive to approach it. There were no windows that she could reach, to see if there was a sign of life inside, but there was a door. It was locked. There was no other option if not to knock. And so, she used the ring-shaped knocker of it, making three noises that got her the impression to have echoed on her head. That place, whatever it is, is not a common one. She waited eagerly, staring at the door waiting for a response, as if her situation could be solved only by its opening. 

[damebrunn]

Tʜᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ﹕ Tʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴜᴄᴛᴏʀ | Mᴀ̈ʀᴄʜᴇɴ ᴠᴏɴ Fʀɪᴇᴅʜᴏғ

  As long as one continues to nurture hope, they believe they can reach what they desire no matter how tough the path seems to be. Yet, they do not realize how they distort the reality in which they live just for the sake of their own self-fulfillment, refusing whatever truth is right in front of them and keep walking blindfolded, in a darkness they had created themselves, when they could simply take the blindfold off...But of course, a child like her wouldn't understand, or even know her eyes were blinded...She was just too gullible to notice it.  

   And so, another day passes, offering nothing more than wasted time for her, although she didn't see the time passing. Or rather, she could not keep track of the time she has lost while in search of the only lead she had. Her fatigue was fortunately limited to a physical one, a consequence of walking too much, but her will remained intact and strong. More than ever, she was convinced she had a place she needed to return, and no matter how she had been diverted from her path, she would keep walking until she had found it. It could have been days, weeks or years since she found out to be lost in those woods, but the child could not bother to give in.

   She continued to wander up till nightfall until she thought it was already time to end her search, and went back to the place she thought it would be safest for her to rest. Curiously, though, she could find her way so easily to the place she had found herself at first. The area of the well and the abandoned church wasn't cozy (neither it inspired comfort) at all, anyone could say so, but she could find some sensation of shelter in there (she didn't question the reason, being the naive one she was, surely).

   When she arrived, the stars were already high up the sky, fortunately she made it in time before it could get darker. The moon was shining so beautifully that it made that dark corner of the forest seem less intimidating. At least it was easier to see, for the sake of her clumsiness. As she reached the church to prepare herself to sleep, she thought to have heard something -- A noise she never heard before, followed of a unpleasing sensation. She sensed there was something...Something dangerous. And so, she made haste inside the church and close its doors as quickly as possible.

Yet, she was curious--What could it possibly be?, she wondered as she watched outside through a window broken window nearby the door.  

[damebrunn]

Tʜᴇ sᴀɪɴᴛ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Gʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ | Mᴀ̈ʀᴢ ᴠᴏɴ Lᴜᴅᴏᴡɪɴɢ

Any forest after dusk is a gate for wandering souls. Ever since, venturing at woods was seen as others by a proof of courage, a place for them to test their own value, a place to run from whatever concern afflicts their weak minds--Whatever view humans (or ghosts) have of a forest, they all intertwine at one point: Forests are dangerous, and should be at all costs avoided at night. 

Surely, as she is free from every petty judgement of that nature, she was fond enough to call the forest her 'home'. And as any definition of the word 'home' implies, it is a place in which she feels safe and comfortable (though it is a tiny bit ironic that she only manages to find some comfort only by nighttime, but there was no one who could spot the contradiction for her). As soon as dusk arrives, the phantom is there, beside the well near an abandoned church she uses as her cradle, her senses sharp as always. And, of course, it doesn't take long until she realizes she is not alone, much to her amusement.

Fortunately, they are not too far from her. In fact, it sounded they were about to pass through her current locale. It is in the least intriguing, for she knows that area was quite far from most of the forest's entrances, there isn't anything of importance there; Possibly, there would be an interesting tale for her to savor. However, it is wise to wait an appropriate moment of contact. There's no need of a hideout, she thinks, for the steps of this one seem a bit distressful--their absent mind would without doubt not perceive the presence of a second person. For the moment, simply letting her dark figure blend in the shadows of the trees was enough. She was looking forward for this meeting, her curled up lips made it very clear. 

[damebrunn]

Tʜᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ﹕ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ·s ᴠᴇssᴇʟ | Eʟᴇғsᴇᴜs

When she decided to rest her body by leaning in a old tree's trunk, it wasn't long until her eyes closed and she fell asleep. Surely, a child like her wouldn't manage the effort she took today. The little girl has been walking all day, since sunrise, trying to find her way to her home. She was scared and worried, her mother would surely scold her as soon as she arrived, but she had to be a brave girl and face her problems like a grown-up. 

In truth, she was confused. When she woke up after what have seemed to be a long sleep, she was beside a well at the middle of the woods, her memory was nothing but an empty page -- Even when she tried to recall anything, even the most simple information, like her name, her mind would only present her the sensation of emptiness and fear. The first time it happened, she cried, she wanted that sensation to disappear, but then she remembered; Someone was waiting for her. At her home. That was enough, she needed to go back to somewhere -- To mutti. That was enough. There was no time to rest.

As if she had just remembered that, her eyes instantly opened. Oh no, it was already night! She took a nap without noticing, and even worse, she overslept. Mother would be mad at her for one more reason! Hastily, she stood up while cleaning the dirt from her dress and started running.  To where, exactly, she wouldn't know -- She would just do it. She'd get home this way, surely! Her steps barely make a noise on the grass, and the white of her dress already turned into a pale grey. Truly, she looked like a lost ghost in the woods. But it would be alright, as soon as she got to her home, there would be supper and she'd take a warm bath and would get clean clothes.

Suddenly, something made her trip and fall as she let out a brief wail. The forest was dark, she didn't notice much of her surroundings (which was a way of her not getting scared of the weird noises she heard) and her stumbling wasn't at all uncommon, but this time, as she stood again to resume her journey, she felt her dress being pulled by something. It had become entangled at something. It was too dark to see, but by the noise she had heard, it was probably the branch of a tree.

"─ Oh no!" She cried while panicking and trying to revert the situation. That wasn't good, that dress was her favorite. It was already dirty, now would she have to rip it? There must have another solution. However, for her despair, every time she would turn to try to at least touch the branch, it would accompany her and making it almost impossible for her to take it.

"─ Oh no, if this dress rips, Mutti will...", her eyes started to get teary until she finally started crying. She was alone, it was almost impossible for someone to be walking at that place by this hour, but she couldn't go on walking with that ting entangled on her...

[eve-sin-blog]

指揮者エリザたん

[damebrunn]

Her gifts

Aside from experiencing this afterlife in the way she desired, being an animated corpse is not the only grace she was given. Being an entity of the Boundary of Life and Death as well, one of her talents that is worth of emphasizing  is the ability to discern what is alive, what is dead and what is in the in-between. Perhaps due to her nature as the vessel of Impulse, the second gift she was given, or as she usually refers to it, her tools of trade, is necromancy. Such technique implies on the communication with souls, reanimation and control of a corpse for the user's own purposes. Of course, she makes use of her abilities only when it is required, that is, when the one troubled soul cannot be free due to whatever reason that keeps them in the Boundary. Certainly, should she see the need of reanimating a corpse devoid of a soul, only for control purposes, it can be possible, though it demands more concentration and focus of her. 

As a variant of this gift, it is easier for her to come into contact with the dead who bear a force that keeps them of reaching the Underworld. There is a limit, of course: Her body cannot reach farther than the area surrounding her forest, going too far may bring undesired consequences to her self and sanity, therefore she is not able to assist anyone who is not within her range.

Secondly, for the sake of manipulating and persuading the subject so that they could be more suitable for her ends, she is able to craft subtle illusions of what the subject wants to see, be it of a sweetheart or an enemy and even have them interact. The phantom is able to uncover every feeling, every desire of her target, no matter how many layers one can set to conceal them. Humans are slaves of their feelings, and for this corpseductress, the best way she can help them achieve their freedom, is through pressing their ego until they succumb to their Impulse. What follows after may be either a happy, sugary and ridiculous ending or a gruesome, lovely show of horrors. In a note, they have a vast number of disadvantages; Aside from requiring more skill and concentration to be formed if they are a person, they also cannot last very long. The better use of this gift of hers is while she conducts the corpse in the path of their freedom, for her stage plays may be truly pleasing, even though with the lack of an actual audience.

[damebrunn]

Her 'Freedom'

It wouldn't be exaggerated to allege that this simple word is what drives this corpse of Impulse. What she is, the reason she was brought back from the dead, was to her innocent desire to be free. Though it is believed among the Living that beings are truly free when they reach the end of their life, free from their chains, what she claims to be freedom is nothing but an foolish wish. Her past self, the petite mädchen of the von Wettin family, was raised inside a cage, as her existence was concealed from others due to her Mother's wish -- Until a boy came into her windowsill and invited her to see the world outside her cage. And as the naive child she was, a simple walk in the forest brought her new sensations and experiences, until one day she questioned the boy what could that feeling be. He simply answered that it was 'freedom'.

What follows after can be left for another occasion, but the 'freedom' she was content in achieving is nothing but a twisted, childish wish of being able to see the world with her own eyes. And as the opportunity was offered by the mysterious shadow from the well's depths -- The result is obvious by this point.

Should one question her of her ideals, her answers may come as immature and hollow, just like the words of one who knows nothing about what being human is. 

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