The stark silence around him rang in his ears and he wasn’t entirely certain if what he felt was complete elation or bone shattering trauma.
Luckily enough, there was not much care left in him to deduce the situation rationally.
The crumpled remains of a red, torn scarf lay beneath him, wound through a pile of dust, that slowly spread through the length of the Judgement Hall, as if Sans himself was trying to block his path from beyond the dead.
Never before had he managed to kill the nuisance that this skeleton had become to him - but for so SO LONG he had tried.
No more. It was finally done. He felt the LV inside of him pulse in sheer satisfaction. He had finally, finally emptied the underground completely. After so many tries, endlessly exhausting himself, he had done it.
A trembling giggle left his mouth and slowly worked itself up to a booming laughter. The underground had gone empty... and he was the one to accomplish such a feat. Flowey the fucking Flower. His DETERMINATION had been the greatest and nobody had been able to stand in his way.
Not. Even. Sans.
“I did it...” He whispered to himself, still unable to believe his utter luck... he wasn’t even too much worse for wear... Sans had become predictable. It hadn’t been easy, but it had been manageable in the end.
“I-... I have to look everywhere.” He whispered lowly. There had to be something that was his reward in this godawful game that their life was. Something that would show him that all he had worked so hard for was worth it!
He dipped below the ground, happily slithering through the earth with strong pushes of his roots, his body thrumming with the echo of absolute power.
He could do everything now. He was finally, assuredly the GOD of this world.
Mod: Unlike the last event, this one is based upon your roleplaying of your character moreso than your roles. The mods will ask that you describe your characters actions and should they require a roll we will request you perform one. Other than that, however, we will not be requesting your rolls. This event has many different paths and options for each person leaving it up to you to determine which you choose to follow. Understood?
Grace: Got it!
Mod: Alright. In just a moment we'll begin
Mod: [ You awake in a room that feels lightly foggy. Your head is still a bit drowsy as you look about, and you're not sure how you got there or why you are there, and yet it feels somewhat familiar to you despite it's bare decorations. It appears like a family home, though isn't quite your own. You see an old woman in a rocking chair, facing the window. She seems to be laughing, or crying softly as she faces away from you. You cannot see her face, but her outline is oddly familiar to you. ]
Grace: Grace rubbed her forehead a bit trying to regain some sort of normal thinking process. Looking around she bit her lip trying to figure out where she was. Though the sound of someone else in the room caught her attention. Grace stood to her feet, her hand hovering close to her wand just in case as she cleared her throat. "Excuse me... are you.. are you alright?" she mumbled out softly trying to get a look at her face.
Mod: [ The woman freezes, and the soft rocking of the chair stops, the house now completely silent. Slowly, it begins to turn, and the face of the woman comes into view. You immediately recognize her as your grandmother, and she has tears running down her face. ]
Grace: Grace's heart stopped seeing the face before her. Looking down she pinched her arm, and looked back up again. Shaking her head she had her own tears swelling in her eyes. "G-Grandma...You.. you're dead.. Why are you here I don't understand?"
Mod: [ The old woman continues to sob ] "Oh Grace... My Grace..." [ she lets out another sob ] "Why? Why are you doing this? Why don't you learn?"
Grace: Grace bit her lip. This wasn't the time to cry. Everything in her wanted to run to her Grandmothers arms, but could she really trust it was her Grandma? "I.. I just wanted to make everyone proud. I can do this, and I can make it out of this, and at this point that's all that matters.. I can do this. Y-You'll see."
Mod: [ The old woman shakes her head ] "No, dear, you can't. Family means more than success, or had I taught you nothing?" [ She clutches at her breast, letting lose another sob. ] "My heart aches, Grace... It's... hurt." [ As she moves her hand blood seems to seep through her gown, spreading across her clothing. ]
Grace: Grace felt her knees go weak at her words but she shook her head, this wasn't her grandma, this had to be a trick. "You taught me everything, but you also taught me to be a fighter- that's what I am doing, and I can do this." Grace's eyes moved to her had seeing the blood she flipped and stopped thinking. The vision in front of her was too real. "Grandma!?" She shouted out looking over the blood. "I.. you're dead.. you're dead.. what? I- I don't know what to do."
Mod: "Do? Grace... You did this!" [ her voice comes out horse, raspy, and hurt. Her eyes slowly roll back in her head as she fights to stay awake. ] "You're... to blame..."
Grace: Grace shook her head backing away from her to lean against a wall to keep from falling over, or being sick for that matter. "You're lying! This is just a part of the game." Grace slipped her fingers through her hair holding her head together from losing it completely. "This isn't real... this isn't real... "
Mod: [ as you step back, running your fingers through your hair the room seems to change. A stray strand of hair falls in front of your face and suddenly you are somewhere new. Once again it is familiar, but not somewhere you can easily recognize. Denahi and Shang sit one of the many chairs in the room, talking to each other in hushed tones. ]
Grace: (dear god). Grace had her eyes closed tightly till she felt a strand of hair fall. Her hair was coming back, but it wasn't enough to tickle her nose this way. Nothing less it caught her attention and she was looking straight ahead at the two most important men in her life. "Denahi... S-Shang?" She asked softly keeping her distance from them both.
Mod: [ They seem to ignore your voice. ]
Grace: Grace moved forward a bit trying to catch on to what they were talking about. The games were getting personal, too personal for her liking. Looking around she tried to find something she could throw to get their attention without getting too close to the both of them.
Mod: Roll Wisdom
Grace: Roll:8+1
Mod: [ There are various chairs scattered about the room, along with a table or two. To one wall there appears a super large mirror overlooking the entire room. There doesn't appear to be any small throwable objects, however, aside from the chairs. ]
Grace: "Bloody hell." Grace grumbled before pulling her wand out keeping it in front of her as she moved around the room to keep herself behind a chair or a table as she got closer. "HEY!" she shouted at them hoping to get their attention.
Mod: [ Both of them seem to hear you, turning their faces toward you with a look of disdain. Denahi is the first to speak. ] "What do you want?" [ He seems irritated that he was interrupted from his conversation, or even that he has to speak. ]
Grace: Grace rolled her eyes looking at them. "How the hell am I suppose to know, I was just watching my grandma die, and now I'm here with you two. Or what's suppose to be you two." Looking around again she frowned seeing no door. "I would leave if I could, so might as well see what you two want, or what I have to do to get the hell out of here."
Mod: [ Both of them seem confused before Denahi speaks. ] "Get out of here? You can't get out of here, Grace. None of us can." [ Shang rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and frowning intensely as he looks away from you, not baring the sight. Denahi watches him, then directs his attention back to you. ] "Thanks for that, by the way."
Grace: Grace looked at Shang's reaction first- it stung, causing her to clench her jaw. "It's not really you... you wouldn't be acting this way. I can't speak for Shang, cause I truthfully don't know what's going on with us, but you wouldn't do this. The hell do you mean thanks for that? You're not real." She huffed a bit trying her best not to melt into her tugging heart.
Mod: [ Shang turns, suddenly infuriated and stalks toward you. He's seething in anger as he stares down at you before grasping your arm, hard. ] "We are real, Grace! Does that feel fake to you?! We're real and we're here, stuck, thanks to you!" [ Denahi looks on, angry, though doesn't speak until Shang lets go of your arm with a shove. ] "You betrayed us, Grace. You let us down! You know why the games are so dangerous? They kill off the person in last place! Your losing did this! God, why did you ever put your name into that stupid fire?! What did you ever think you could prove!?"
Grace: Grace gasped loudly feeling his hand on her arm. "Get the hell off me!" She shoulder a bit before holding her wand up. Tears were streaming down her face rather this was really Shang or not, it looked like him, sounded like him, and felt like him. "I-I'm Sorry, but you're wrong. You're both wrong!" She sobbed out looking at both of them, though unsure how to handle another violent outrage of Shang she pointed her wand and spoke as strongly as she could "Stupefy".
Mod: [ Denahi watches as Shang falls down, horror on his face as he rushes forward to his best friend. His own wand is out as he looks in horror at you ] "WHAT THE--WHY?!" [ He glares at you, in horror, with his wand still raised ] "WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED YOU! God! We fucking trusted you, Grace! He trusted you!"
Grace: Grace stood her ground her wand pointed at him. It was hard to see through all her tears a she shook her head. "You're not real! Neither of you are real, Shang would have never grabbed me like that. You would never be pointing your wand at me, This isn't fucking real." Grace didn't realize she was shouting so loud till she felt the sting in the back of her throat. Looking over at Shang's body she sobbed out a little more. She knew he was fine if it was really him, but she quickly snapped back to Denahi ready to defend herself.
Mod: [ Denahi stands his ground, glaring up at you kneeling protectively over his best friend. ] "THIS IS REAL, GRACE, WAKE THE FUCK UP! IT'S OVER! I'm pointing my wand at you because you hurt my best friend! You two were dating! You liked him, and yet you do this?! You and I were friends, and then you just go and throw our lives away so quickly?! I don't know why I ever thought anything good of you. You just let people down, consistently! You hurt Shang! How is he ever going to trust you again, huh?! How could I ever trust you again?!"
Grace: Grace looked at him with pure rage. "ITS NOT REAL. Oh! We 'were' dating!? We ARE dating. I love him, I love him more than anything you piece of fucking shit. I don't know who you are, but you are not Denahi."Holding her wand tighter she shook her head. "I'm not going to hurt you, but you're not going to hurt me, Stupefy"
Mod: [ As you begin to yell, Denahi's eyes go wary and fill with fear. Your spell leaves your wand, but in an instant a shield goes up about Denahi and Shang, blocking them from your attack. From your left is Thad, wand raised and a look of horror on his face as he views the scene before him. He cast the shield. ]
Grace: (HOLY SHIT) Grace wiped her cheeks quickly stepping back from Thad. "Not you too, please just fucking stop!"
Mod: [ He stands, confused, as he looks between you and the other two ] "What's going on here... ANSWER, NOW!"
Grace: Grace steps back, back enough to where the mirror over looking the room was perfectly in her view to keep an eye on Denahi and Shang. "You're not Thad, I don't have to answer shit to you." Grace kept her wand up her eyes darting to the mirror.
Mod: "What makes you say that?"
Grace: Grace could hardly speak with how hard she was crying looking over the scene in front of her, but she had to keep telling herself it wasn't real. "It's the games, this is all one big game. I don't know what it's for, but it's not real. It's not. My grandma is dead, Shang would never lay a hand on me, Denahi would never yell at me like that, and I'm just waiting for the never you would do to, Thad.. or whatever you are."
Mod: [ Thad looks at you, confused, and then back at the ground where Denahi and Shang were. He looks back at you horribly confused. ] "What games? Grace, are you having another episode?" [ He takes a hesitant step forward, holding both hands open and out to get near you. ] "Hey, it's okay. I just want to know what's going on here... You're really freaking me out. Who are Denahi and Shang?"
Grace: Grace stepped back when he got closer. A caring Thad was always a weakness to Grace, but she wouldn't melt know. "What episode!? What are YOU talking about? I'm in the Olympics - this ... this has to be one of their sick twisted tricks. Looking at Denahi and Shang she shook her head. "You know them damn well, don't even. Just ... stay back!"
Mod: [ Thad watches you take a step back and stops. He continues to hold both of his hands out as you yell, looking more worried by the second. ] "The O-Olympics? What Olympics, Grace?" [ His eyes trail off to Shang and Denahi once more, but there is nobody there. ] "Grace, I'm not sure what you're talking about. Please, just... Just calm down before you hurt yourself!"
Grace: Grace shook her head as she stepped back more. "Yes the fucking Olympics! I know you live under a rock, or whatever body comes around next, but you know about this!" Grace followed his eyes and gasped a bit o herself. "Where did they go?" Maybe they were fake and she passed the Shang and Denahi part. Looking back at Thad she shook her head. "I won't be hurting myself, I've done enough of that my lifetime."
Mod: [ Thad looks at you very confused and still worried. ] "Grace, there are no Olympics! This is just another episode. Please! Please snap out of it!" [ She mentions hurting herself but he just looks all the more worried ] "Grace, just--just put down the knife, okay? if you're not going to hurt yourself, put it down."
Grace: Grace shook head laughing a bit. "Please stop making it seem like Thad is caring." She shouted hoping who ever was behind this was listening. Frowning she looked at him shaking her head. "I'm not holding a knife! The hell?"
Mod: [ You look down at your hand and rather than a wand you see a knife, bloodied. Thad looks very concerned as you yell up at nobody. ] "Grace, please! You got to take your meds! Just--Just calm down and we can give them to you, okay? We can have you take them and then things will be better, alright? Please, Grace..."
Grace: Grace screamed looking at the knife as she dropped it steeping away from it. "My wand, where is my wand!?" Grace looking around freaking out now that she had no protection over herself. "I'm not taking anything you're giving me. I can't trust you! No!"
Mod: "W-Wand?! Fuck. Grace, who do you think you are right now?! Where do you think you are?"
Grace: "I'm Grace Throne, a competitor in the Olympics! And I don't know I just woke up here to my grandmother freaking out!"
Mod: "Grace you're not in any Olympics! You've been here for six years! Since--Since the delusions. You're grandmother is dead. You killed her a few months ago when you got out. We--We all thought you were better and... Look, Grace, you have to stop this, please! You'll never get out if you keep up this--this magician delusion!"
Grace: "This isn't some delusion! YOU'RE THE DELUSION! YOU'RE NOT REAL!"
Mod: "Grace, trust me! I am real! I'm Thad! Don't you--Don't you remember me?!" [ he takes a few more steps forward ] "Grace, I don't know what your seeing but you're in Stonehearst. You're not at a school, you're in a ward. The court ordered you to be here. Please, Grace, just listen!"
Grace: "Of course I bloody remember you! I know who you are, or at least who you're trying to be. And I get this stupid task is throwing everyone I love at me, and ... " Grace watched him get closer and she pulled a chair in front of her stopping him. "Don't get near me! You're lying! Or else Shang and Denahi would be saying this to me too! Before you put a shield over them. Explain that then, hm? You bursting in here, protecting them, asking what was going on, and then look they're bodies are GONE. So you just listen, and you just stop."
Mod: Roll Wisdom, cause player knowledge is not the same as Character knowledge
Grace: Roll: 19+1
Mod: Alright. Just be aware that you cannot use Player Knowledge to affect the Character.
Grace: Opps, ohkie dokie.
Mod: I mention this because your character has NO proof that this is fake. It feels very, very real.
Grace: I understand, my b .
Mod: "There's no task, Grace!" [ He takes a few more steps nearer to you before the chair is drawn out. ] "There is no Shang and Denahi! I--I don't have a shield." [ he holds out his arm to show you. ] "I asked what's going on because you had a knife, Grace. A knife! you've hurt yourself before, I don't--I don't want it to happen again!"
Mod: [ he looks confused, at the knife ] "Grace... who's blood is that?"
Grace: Grace looked at him and his arms open, she wanted to run into them, but she couldn't. She just shook her head looking own at the knife. "I.. I don' know.. I don't know how I got it.. i just.. I don't know.. " Covering her mouth to muffle the sobs she shook her head.
Grace: "Are you hurt? Did I cut you?"
Mod: [ Thad looks about the room, eyeing the different things within it. He's looking for someone or something. ] "No... I'm not. Who are Denahi and Shang, Grace? Where are they?"
Grace: Grace looking him over as well, the idea alone of her ever hurting him like that made her cringe. "Shang is my boyfriend... a-and Denahi is like a brother.. they were right there.. They were here! And yelling an so angry with me."
Mod: [ Thad looks worried, and scared, but he cautiously takes a step toward you and holds out a hand. ] "Take my hand, Grace. We're... we're going to try to find them, okay? We need to--to make sure they're okay."
Grace: Grace looked at his hand, and then looked around the room again. Looking up at him she shook her head. "I'm scared.. what if I take your hand and you disappear too? Or I hurt you? Or... o-or you hurt me?
Mod: [ He seems concerned ] "I don't--- I dont know. Just--Just promise me you won't okay?"
Grace: Grace bit the inside of her cheek and slowly started to reach out stopping just shy of his hand. "I wont... Promise me you won't?"
Mod: [ he nods. ] "I'm not going to hurt you. Promise."
Grace: Grace took another second looking at his hand before lightly setting her hand in his.
Mod: [ He takes your hand, slowly leading you across the room, eyeing the area around you two. As you reach a door, he tugs to try to pull it open. It doesn't budge. ] "Shit." [ He tugs a bit more, far more desperately ] "No, No, no!" [ he knocks against the door ] "Hey! Hey let us out!"
Mod Observer Ghan was timed out
Grace: Grace was on edge, but she leaned into him more and more as they moved around the room. Mostly hiding behind him. "What do you mean it won't open!?" Grace freaked a bit as she put her hands on the handle pulling with him.
Mod Observer Ghan joined the chat
Mod: [ Suddenly, a crash and a sprinkler system goes on. The water pools in the bottom of the room as Thad struggles against the door trying to get out. ]
Grace: Grace looked around at the water and than at Thad. "Where is my wand? Do you have your wand? Thad... please tell me you have something."
Mod: [ Thad pauses, looking at her with worry ] "Grace, there's no magic. Wands don't-- Wands don't exist. That's... that's a part of your delusion."
Grace: Grace shook her head as she started to bang on the door. "I'm not dying in here." Grace looked around for any windows or any other escape out of here.
Mod: [ The water rises faster than you would think, and the chairs and tables begin floating. Gleaming on the floor is the knife you had earlier, still sunk at the bottom. Thad leaves your side to go bang on another door. Suddenly, off to the far side of the room you see two floating bodies, bloodied, and clearly dead. ]
Grace: Grace looked at Thad and felt a wave of panic, he couln't die like this. He couldn't die with her, of all people Thad couldn't. Grace screamed seeing the floating bodies. "Who... who are they!?" She felt a new wave of tears start to form before she caught glance of the knife at the bottom. Taking in a deep breath grace dove down to get the knife.
Mod: [ The water continues to rise, well above your head and approaching above Thad's. The bodies continue to float, though he seems to pay no mind to your shout about them and persists on banging on the doors, looking for a way out ]
Grace: Grace grabbed hold of the knife and moved to the surface. "Thad! Get on one of the tables, please. NOW." Grace pulled on his shoulder to move down to the door trying to pick the lock with the knife.
Mod: [ Thad swims over to the table. the water is rising to the ceiling, now. You struggle to pick the lock with the knife but seem unable. Roll Wisdom. ]
Grace: Roll: 12+1
Mod: [ As you dive under the water to reach the door, you spot the mirror. Something looks odd about it. It almost appears as if it's a two way mirror. ]
Grace: Grace looked up and noticed how quick the water was starting to fill. Going to the surface she went to the table with THad. "THe mirror! We need to break it." was all she said before heading back down to the mirror kicking with all she had. Reaching for one of the chairs she realized with the water around she wouldn't get enough power before the chair to do any damage but she tried anyways before kicking more..
Mod: Roll Strength
Grace: Roll: 17-1
Mod: You can't break it with the chair. Try something else
Grace: Grace took the knife out of her back pocket and started to stab at the window.
Mod: Roll Strength
Mod: Also roll Constitution
Grace: Roll: 10-1
Mod: for Strength or Const?
Grace: That was Strength sorry! Con Roll: 19+2
Mod: Constitution, you feel as if you're running low on air, but you can stay down a bit longer. You slam the knife into the glass and can't quite break it.
Grace: Grace started to freak out before trying to pull apart the frame of the mirror to stab it with.
Mod: Roll Constitution first, and then Strength
Grace: Con: Roll: 11+2 Strength: 18-1
Mod: You manage to grasp the frame of the mirror and rip it free. Your air, however, is nearly out and you can't hold your breath too much longer.
Grace: Grace took a long hold of the frame and stabbed down in the middle of the glass were she had been hitting hoping it was weak enough to shatter
Mod: You Stab at it, cracking it quite a bit. Roll Constitution and Strength again
Grace: Con: 19+2 Strength: 19-1
Mod: You stab once more, shattering the glass right as you run out of air. The water comes pouring out, carrying you through the broken glass and slamming you into the wall behind it, leading to a hallway. As more of the water pours out you suddenly get hit with something as three bodies spill into the hall.
Grace: Grace hit the wall with a gasp, each body was more pain than anything as she gasped for air. Grace remembered the two bodies were already dead before she got out, but Thad... Thad was alive, there was maybe still hope. "Thad... Thad! You have to be okay, you can't die like this.. THAD ANSWER ME."
Mod: [ no response ]
Grace: Grace shook her head. "You don't get to leave me, you don't get to." Shaking her head she tried all she could giving him CPR hoping he would come back.
Mod: [ no response ]
Grace: Grace grabbed a hold of his shirt and shook him. "THAD PLEASE!" Grace pulled his body into her lap holding it close. "please.. Thad.. please wake up."
Mod: [ there's no response. ]
Grace: Grace looked over the dead bodies and shook her head. She couldn't have done this.. looking down the hallway she looked back at them. "I'm sorry.." was all she could get out of her before getting up running down the hallway.
Mod: [ You run down the hall, reaching a pair of double doors that lead out into a grassy field. There are trees, wild flowers, butterflies, and a big bright sun up above. Everything looks beautiful. In the center of the small field is a pedestal. Atop it is a cube, glinting in the sunlight. ]
Grace: Grace looked around trying to take in a deep breath of fresh air. Looking down at her wet cloths she could still see some blood from the knife dropped against her pants but she looked away and saw a cube. Tilting her head she looked around to see if there was anyone around before she started to run towards it.
Mod: [ nothing stops you ]
Grace: Grace looked at the cube for a moment before reaching out to grab a hold of it.
Mod: [ As you grasp hold a cannon fires and a gate at the far end of the field opens up. Your fourth trial has ended. ]
Grace: Grace jumped at the sound before her eyes moved towards the gate and she took off in a hurry to get out of it.
Mod
The puzzle box you are given contains a clue to the next challenge. Solve the box and you may receive a riddle. This will tell you about the next challenge.
This event used heavy illusions and must not be forgotten. Do not forget that your character, while going through all this, believed that this was REAL. It appeared very, very real to them. Your character still remembers their experience and it is not easily forgotten. The event takes place on SUNDAY and after that point we ask that you keep this event in mind when interacting in the future.
So, in light of yesterday's horrific outcome, I decided to make a one-shot based off of the new AC spoiler. I'm hoping that these spoilers are not true, but it makes for a great prompt. -•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•--•-•-•- Connor had met her on a sunny, spring day, while the snow water thawed and cascaded down hillsides. Their meeting was far from romantic- in fact, it was far from anything remotely pleasant. It started when he heard soldiers shouting from somewhere to his upper left. Connor urged his horse to race to the scene. The sound had led him to a broken down farm with knocked over fences and holes freckled along the side of a faded barn. There Connor saw four or five redcoats trying to detain a highly distressed looking woman. The woman cursed and shouted, trying to kick and claw her way out. Her (E/C) eyes met Connor's brown ones as he quickly dismounted his horse. "HELP ME! PLEASE!" she screamed, as a Redcoat grabbed her viciously by the waist. Then a hand cupped her mouth, muffling the ear-piercing sound. "Calm down, ya banshee. We're tryna- AGH!" exclaimed the redcoat, quickly moving his hand. "She bit me! The crazy b-" His words were cut short when a blade embedded itself into his back. The woman found herself falling to her knees. She quickly stumbled to her feet, and ran from the sounds of metal and gunpowder. "GRAB HER, MEN!" yelled the Redcoat captain. Two of the soldiers followed her like a mountain lion chasing a fawn. She had to get away from the mountain lions! They were going to eat her! She felt a claw slash her arm, and she fell again. The mountain lions growled at her and grinned like devils. Just as they were ready for the kill, a flash of white shoved the cats to the ground and finished them off. Feeling more threatened now by the flash of white, she ran again, clutching her arm. Hiding in the barn, she watched out of one of the many gaps worn by the barn like jewelry. A man in a white attacked the men in red- the demons. Suddenly, it made sense to her. She knew this man. He was an angel, fighting the devils. He was her angel. "Henry," she whispered with excitement that he had finally come again. After Connor had killed the last soldier, he searched for the woman. "I know you are still here," he called. "Come out, I mean no harm." The woman peered out of the barn, then slowly made her way out and Connor was able to fully see her now. Her (H/C), messy, knotted hair sank down her back. Her clothes were torn and muddy. Her face, though beaming, was dirty and she clutched her bloody arm. "I knew you wouldn't leave me," she said. "I told everyone you'd come back and here you are!" Connor felt confused by the woman's words, but he was more concerned about her arm. "You are wounded, let me help you," he beckoned. The woman obeyed and sauntered over to Connor. He gently held her arm, and examined her injury. "It was the mountain lions. They attacked me, but you fended 'em off," she said as-a-matter-of-fact. "…of course? The cut is not too deep, I should be able to just wrap it," he said. He pulled some gauze from his pocket and wrapped the woman's arm. Perhaps she was in shock, and that's why she didn't make any sense. "There," Connor said, finishing his handiwork. "You are free to go." "Now isn't that the prettiest bracelet anyone had ever seen?" she muttered, smiling brightly at the bandage. "You really shouldn't have, Henry!" "… my name is Connor," he told the woman, her (E/C) eyes glittering with admiration. "Are you alright?" "Unless I'm dead too!" she grinned, swaying merrily. "Either way, at least you're here with me, Henry!" She then hugged Connor tightly. Connor pushed the woman away from him gently. Perhaps she was ill? "Do you need a doctor?" he asked. "DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ME TO THE DOCTORS!" she shouted. "They'd lock me up! You wouldn't let them take me away, Henry! Everyone thinks I'm crazy, because they think you're dead- but I know you aren't! I can't wait to see the looks on their faces." Then everything clicked in Connor's mind. The woman must've been a widow driven insane by grief. The Redcoats must've been trying to take her to an asylum of some kind. Perhaps he could help her- maybe he could heal her mind somehow. "What is your name?" Connor asked the woman. She laughed at him. "Why, you know me, Henry! Unless this is one of your games, you shall address me as the Queen of the Colonies!" she said, high-and-mightily. "My name is not Henry- it is Connor," he explained slowly. "Then my name isn't (Y/N), it's Marie-Antoinette- Queen of France!" she teased. Connor shook his head, this will take a while. "Here, get on my horse, (Y/N)," he told her. "Queen Marie-Antoinette!" she snapped as she clumsily tried to get on the horse. Connor sighed and helped her. "Alright, Marie-Antoinette," he said mounting behind her. "I see you wish to be called a queen…" Connor then urged his horse back to the Frontier, in the direction of the Davenport Homestead. The woman began telling him stories, rambling on and on about a fox. Something about the woman made Connor feel obliged to help her. Someone or something took her sanity away from her, and though it wasn't HIS responsibility to repay her, he felt like he needed to care for her. Connor wasn't going to pretend he couldn't relate to her. It wasn't as if he could peacefully EVERY night. Maybe, if he could again help someone else sleep peacefully at night, maybe- just maybe- it would help him too.
//YOU GUYS JUST WANT TO MAKE ME SUFFER DON'T YOU. JESUS.
sorceress-lulu
Burn.
They all deserved to.
He couldn't help but laugh as he watched the great city state of Noxus burn below him.
The screams were pure joy to hear.
Oh, they deserved it. All of it. And the rest of the world deserved what was coming next.
He hadn't quite been sure if it would be a good idea to unleash all the horrors he had learned about and found, imprisoned.
The brand, the voidlings, the nightmare feeder, and so many others. It had been years before he had come to the conclusion.
There was no saving this world. It was just unsalvagable, and everyone in it needed to die. Painfully.
He grinned as he watched. He had it all figured out. He knew the summoning ritual now, and how to reverse it. While this world burned, he would be going to another, one where he would seize power.
"Overlord, no, Supreme Ruler Veigar. It has a nice ring to it." He mumbled to himself as he licked his lips.
No one here had cared for him. So many years he watched others pass him by, fall in love, make friends.
But he had always been alone.
No more.
He was going to make an entire world love him, after he crushed this one.
Rain’s Darkest Memory: (Different muse for each request)
One of the darkest memories Rain has is of her father. When she was about 14 years old, her father almost beat her mother to death. He walked out of the house afterwards and was about to drive away when Rain ran outside with a jug full of fuel she’d drained from her mom’s car. She threw it on him through his open window, lit a match, and set her father on fire. It’s her darkest memory because she remembers feeling so coldly toward him as he crawled out of his car in flames. She didn’t even flinch when he writhed in agony. She was completely withdrawn and didn’t care that she had just killed him. Or, thought she had. She felt nothing until the consequences became known and she was declared insane. She still remembers that night as though it happened only a day ago, and she regrets none of it, which secretly frightens her.
They had been fighting. Natural of course, but it was a fight in the middle of a town he had attacked. The wind and the cold rain lashed at their faces as they fought - her using magic like she never had before. There was something exhilarating about it, for she was doing what she was taught. She was doing what she was good at, what she was fantastic at, and it made her feel better than she ever liked to admit. But what does one do when they were given a special talent as a child and told they had to kill with it to achieve greatness? No other choice lay in her path back then, so she aimed to please, like every child did. Only she had a second guide moving her along that resided in her head.
Sometimes old friends returned in the strangest of ways- some of which were not always welcome. And sometimes, they had been preparing their return and appearing when you least expected it.
This was one of those times.
They danced, the two of them. They danced what could have been seen as a dance of death. She weaved in and out of broken houses and shattered debris with the grace of Shiva herself (how ironic), while he blasted through them. He shot words at her, words that she only occasionally responded to. They were words she had heard before, words that she had grown numb to so she could block them out.
It was in an aggressive move that she was pinned to the wall. She responded by running her sword through him and was greeted with the slick noise of magic and metal cutting through flesh, and intestines while coming out on the other side. Her other hand was prying his hand from her neck as he spoke words to her, giggling and spitting and leering but she paid little attention to them. She was steadfast, glacial, unmoving for that moment as she listened with half an ear. But something caught her ear, and as her eyes flashed...
During that moment, she snapped. She snapped by hissing two simple sentences.
"You BETRAYED us!! You left us to those FILTHY beasts and they KILLED US."
Kefka's eyes lit up in a fury far worse than anything anyone had ever seen. The light spread though his body and permeated through every pore, every fabric of his clothing. With a single blast of fire, she was rocketed back hundreds of feet through brick, wood, and mortar. The pain laced through her back, her body reacting with cold, all the cold to numb her and soothe her body and mind.
"How DARE YOU," he snarled. But she paid no mind. If anything, his rage amused her. It meant he was affected. One would think it was odd that she was too, but perhaps it was because of her time spent with that human girl.
Humans. Passionate, fickle creatures they were. But she always felt sorry for the poor girl. That she didn't deny. She wondered vaguely what her past self would think - the human girl mentioned she had been a fraction of a whole.
Preposterous thought, wasn't it?
"How DARE YOU speak of THAT." He fired every spell known in existence, and she dodged them all one by one. Or she used Runic. It was a rather useful tool. She was pleased the human girl chose to obtain it through her own will - it benefited her in the end.
(Grandfather...)
If it wasn't for that odd voice in the back of her head. It echoed, persistent, stubborn as she tried to stuff it down in a place that wouldn't distract her in battle.
(Grandfather please....)
"I'll KILL YOU. I'LL KILL YOU!!" He was spitting magic at her, snarling, and she only responded with a swirling blanket ice that spun around her low and waiting, accompanied with the human girl's purple fire and her Runic. "If you miss them so much then you can JOIN THEM!!"
(You told me you saved me from his madness. Now it's staring me in the face...)
All she did was smile. She grinned through blood, ice, and grime, pleased with her work. "And you'll be joining me. They miss us, you know."
(It has my hands tied behind my back, I don't know what to do....)
He screamed, fire erupting around them both. It scorched what was left of the town and the destruction was accompanied by a fresh set of screams right along with his. Human screams.
She didn't care. But she could have sworn the girl was trying not to cry.
(You'd know what to do - you made me who I am didn't you? Please grandfather...talk to me. No one else can help, can they?)
Her whole body glowed with magic as he charged up his own, and she breathed hers, inhaled hers, letting it coil up inside of her...
(I don't know how it got to this -was it my hatred? He - he fed it, he -)
And she let the coil spring.
(It was so long. It was so long. Oh god, grandfather -)
Everything exploded in a burst of colors, accompanied by a cacophony of blood curdling screams with the magic both tearing through her and wrapping her up, and she pushed for her power. Of course there was pain - why wouldn't there be? But through all of it, one thought stood: she could still win this. And fulfill one of the human girl's wishes.
(No no no no no no I didn't want this, not this, take us back, please take us back -)
Predictably, she felt a pair of claws wrap around her ankle and attempt to flip her, toss her like a doll. She lunged and caught him by the fabric of his clothes, and she shoved the girl's sword through his back. Oh good. Another scream.
(Take us back, take me back, give me back now -)
She smiled, a serene, bloody smile as the magic ripped through him and her both.
Celes was never one to scream after waking up from a nightmare. But oh this time did she ever scream. Only it was a silent scream that was caught in her throat, with no words coming out. She looked to her sheets, only to find they cracked.
Cracked?
They were covered in ice. She inhaled in horror before taking one short breath. And another. And yet another before she gave a shuddering heave of breath, tilting towards hyperventilation before metaphorically falling face first into it.
The room spun, and she couldn't breathe. But who could she go to? Leo...
No. She couldn't subject Leo to this. She knew her powers were reacting, she knew what she looked like, she knew. Stumbling to the bathroom and searching frantically for something to give a little bit of light, she gave up and conjured a small ball of flare, illuminating the room in purple hues.
No, she definitely couldn't subject Leo to her powers reacting like this. He wouldn't know what to do with himself -
There was Terra. But the children -
There was Terra. Terra. Terra. Terra -
But the children -
Then she saw black. In frustration and rage, flare turned to ice, and ice met the mirror, shattering into hundreds of pieces. Celes sunk to the floor as the flame extinguished, unable to control the tears as she shook, cradling her red and blue hand.
"I hate you," she whispered. For his laughing, sneering painted face was looking at her underneath the sink."You caused that, didn't you? I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you -"
Rocking back and forth, cradling her hand, she sobbed. Celes knew she'd have to go to someone if this happened again. There were nightmares, and then there was this. Hell, she might have to go to someone now if it didn't stop.
There's nightmares, and then there's this.
And dimly, she registered her own cries, her own words;
I don't know how it got to this -was it my hatred? He - he fed it, he -
"F-fuck." She staggered up, trying to make herself at least semi-presentable. She was half delirious at the very least, but she knew she had to go somewhere.
"I'll just go where my feet take me." It turned into a mantra as she dressed, opting to put her hair up instead of leaving it down. Less for him to pull on should he find her at whatever her chosen destination was. She grabbed her sword, nearly reaching for a blanket but refraining (she was starting to feel cold, why was she feeling cold?) and she departed from her room, focusing on breathing as she wandered the halls.
She'd have to talk to someone. But who? Leo, she supposed. But the problem was less the nightmare and more what happened when she woke. Pride would prevent her from really telling someone that. But Leo knew. He'd seen two of her breakdowns before.
Celes hoped that instinct would serve her well, as she mindlessly found herself in front of a large set of doors in the corner of the hall. She did and yet didn't know who was sleeping behind that door; she just knew that it was someone that could help. Possibly.
Would anyone really want to help me?
Help. It was a word she was both taught and conditioned to look down upon. And it's trying to kill me, isn't it?
She was awfully talented at giving people and things that wanted to see her crumble the proverbial middle finger (and some offensive magic and a snappy retort or two go with it). Then she proved them wrong and rolled in the victory and their anger like a cat with a fresh batch of catnip. Perhaps that was something to take into account.
Frowning, she abruptly considered changing course. There were people in there that she didn't want seeing her like this, she realized. But she took one look at her hands and realized they were still blue.
Pride versus need took center stage. After a brief, vicious battle, pride won. Shaking, she changed course, only to find the door locked. Of course it would be locked. Agitated, she turned right back around to her original door.
If any of the kids found her, she could explain she felt their mother needed some guarding. And them too. She could dodge Katarin and Duane's questions if her physical condition didn't change by morning. Satisfied with that, Celes curled up next to the door, sword across her lap and hand wrapped around the hilt.
Overall, this cycle of sleep was dreamless....save for a short sequence of a garden, a backyard paradise she knew she created with her own hand and the aide of a familiar young girl with short blonde hair and her signature red cap.
