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Entry tags:
- !mingle log,
- !modpost,
- alucard,
- anya jenkins,
- colin starfury,
- dropped: anna kushina,
- dropped: briar moss,
- dropped: crona,
- dropped: duke pantarei,
- dropped: frederic francois chopin,
- dropped: roxas,
- dropped: saix,
- dropped: stein,
- dropped: trisana chandler,
- dropped: viola,
- ippo makunouchi,
- n,
- paarthurnax,
- patchouli knowledge,
- rin okumura,
- ryu (4),
- ryuuji "bon" suguro
Day 123 [OPEN]
Who: Everyone
Open: Open
When: Day 123
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Obligatory "We just got more people/survived a hellish experience" mingle log!
Format: Your choice!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any?
[So the past few days in the Bastion have been very hectic and a little more than emotionally stressful for everyone. About two days have come and gone since the last very large batch of arrivals have come in to the Bastion, and thankfully since then it's been relatively quiet. It's a good time to compress, meet some new people and maybe have some good food at the distillery courtesy of Rin.]
Open: Open
When: Day 123
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Obligatory "We just got more people/survived a hellish experience" mingle log!
Format: Your choice!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any?
[So the past few days in the Bastion have been very hectic and a little more than emotionally stressful for everyone. About two days have come and gone since the last very large batch of arrivals have come in to the Bastion, and thankfully since then it's been relatively quiet. It's a good time to compress, meet some new people and maybe have some good food at the distillery courtesy of Rin.]
PSYCHIC BREAKDOWN (ALSO K SPOILERS-) AND LOTS OF TEXT
Anna is only running for perhaps half a minute once her powers start letting everything out. She takes in the world, hadn't Tatara said that once? Sometimes she can't keep everything in. That's what happens now - all the things she never lets see the light of day com pouring out.
Loss. So much of that recently. So much of that in the past five - is it nearly six years now?
Her parents - all her fault. They would have lived if she hadn't told them she was a Strain. If she hadn't told them that she wasn't sick, that she didn't have a brain illness, that the hospital wasn't a hospital, but a facility. They wouldn't have gone driving. She wouldn't have killed her parents, if she hadn't spoken.
Her aunt, Honami. Also her fault. If she hadn't gone and met the red clan, if she had managed to connect to the slate faster, just like Mizuchi had said, she could have protected her. If she had been stronger. She wouldn't have lost the aunt who tried so hard to make her days free of the facility like a day with a mother, if she had been stronger.
Tatara. If she hadn't kept the promise, if she had told Mikoto, if she had told Izumo, if she had told anyone, they wouldn't have let him go out alone. He wouldn't have died on that rooftop. She wouldn't have lost the man who made the bar a home, made the Red Clan, a clan of violent misfits, a family, if she had spoken.
Mikoto. If Tatara hadn't died, Mikoto wouldn't have gone for revenge. Mikoto wouldn't have killed another King, he wouldn't have nearly had a Damocles Down. She wouldn't have lost the man who made her monochrome world so pretty, with his beautiful red, who made her world so warm, if she had spoken.
Eric. Saburouta. The boy who joined, so lost, without his family and flinching at every kindness. The one who made the most noise when something so tiny was wrong, but would give his all to help everyone. Gone. With everyone who didn't make it to the Bastion with her. All the people of Vatheon she knew but didn't get terribly close to. Rin. Jade. Gamzee. Gone.
And those were just the ones she knew. What if her world was gone?
Izumo? The last of the core, the one to outlive them all. The one to keep them all in check, when he struggled almost as much as Mikoto to do so. Misaki, so loud because he hurt, so troubled with the loss of his friend that even the slighted joke reminded him of the lost, happy times. Shouhei, incredibly earnest. Masaomi, constantly overshadowed by his best friend, but still family with them all. You, so hurt he couldn't be serious. Kousuke, always bringing home strays despite Izumo's insistence otherwise. Rikio, oblivious to the irritation of his clansmen. Even Basashi, the horse Strain who the Blues took in properly the second time. Gone They could be gone. The whole Red Clan, not just HOMRA.
All the Blues, all the Silver, all the Green, all the Gold. The Rabbits. Mizuch-
As Anna crumples, unable to stay standing under her own psychic broadcast, she remembers that old pain. Her powers grow stronger with pain, and when a man has an ability with healing - with near regeneration of those he touches?
No one will know that he nearly drowned a seven year old. No one would know her arms were black and angry red from burns. With a touch of a hand...
It lasts maybe a half a minute, but anyone caught will likely think that it lasted longer. Anna falls unconscious, small and... well, perhaps not quite as alone as she feels.
Just A
The flowers and vines on his arms changed colors quickly, all dark. It was like that time - how many years ago? Four? - The blue pox. All the loss; the patients he didn't know, Flick, Henna, the Temple folk, and then Rosethorn. Like his mother that he doesn't even really remember, just the smell of her perfume and how she'd got knifed in an alley. Like waking up here and being unable to tell where Evvy was, still not being able to tell (she can't be dead, she just can't). Like that time when they were around ten, and they thought they were going to die down there. The pirate attack, Rosethorn with the plants when they dumped blaze balm, Daj' on the boat and with the caravan a couple months later, Rosethorn screaming as those plants burned too....
It takes him a moment (how long? He's not sure) before he can send out a tentative message, apologizing to the plants and sitting up as he does. Coppercurls? You okay?
That must be why he felt it, right? From her. Outloud, in case anyone is nearby, he groans.]
What was that?
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Loss. Tris knew that all too well. Even if it had just been something more like abandonment - her family, all of them. None of them wanted her, down to furthest cousins that still had the Chandler name. She hadn't gotten close to anyone when that earthquake hit, but Aymery, with the pirates. The last member of her family who cared. Even if she didn't know them, all the slaves in the ships. They'd drowned because she didn't care, just wanted revenge. Rosethorn, even if that got fixed. Glaki's mother.
And then because this sense of loss made her think about it, what about Emelan? They refused to think about it, about the shriveled threads, but that would mean Sandry, Daja, Lark, Rosethorn, Niko, Duke Vedris-
Briar's question gets that train of thought to stop before she could do anything undignified. That hit you too?
Because she didn't start thinking about that on her own. ]
Sorry Chime.
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Weeding could wait, at least for right now. This is more important. He looks down at his plants, putting dirt stained hands on his hips.]
Don't go all wild on me now. I'm sorry, but I've got stuff to do. I'll be back, I promise.
[That sounds similar to what he'd told Evvy- No. He can't think about that. Something happened and he has to keep moving, keep trying to help. This ain't a time to lick his wounds like some bleater.]
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She'll pick up her book and get Chime to calm down before he gets there. ]
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AND THEN TRIS GREW HALF A FOOT-
You're doing kinda bad at this right account thing, huh
I keep forgetting to swap. shush. Tris just wants a growthspurt
'course she does
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B
And then it happened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a silver flash go by, a child in dresses running quickly. She probably would have ignored it since children running were nothing new in the Bastion, if not for the very sudden, frightening pain in her chest that came on so fast it literally dropped her to her knees.
She gasped for air, clawing at her throat as if something was choking her and she needed to get it out but didn't know how. The dishes fell from her hands and crashed to the floor around her, more than one shattering upon the impact.
Drowning.
Drowning.
That's what it felt like. Like she was submerged in water and couldn't find the surface. Worse than that, it felt like her very power was being suppressed by the non-existent water, like it was squeezing around her heart. Her demonic self seemed to react instinctively to the invisible suppression by trying to push it out, which resulted in her flames activating in a burst of power that lasted barely a second before dying down in to dull, barely alive flickers of blue across her skin.
She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak, she couldn't even cry out save for a disturbing gurgling noise. She collapsed further, dropping on to her side on top of the broken dishes, legs kicking out weakly while an arm reached out for... something, anything... a person, something to grab on to so she could pull herself out of whatever the fuck was doing this to her. '
Her vision blurred, hands twitching and legs kicking until--
it was over.
Just like it had begun, it ended, and Rin was able to drag in a huge breath just a little too fast. She gagged on her own air, barely giving herself enough time to roll over on to her knees and promptly throw up on to the floor.
Eugh. Gross.
She'll eventually get back up again and go to check on others, but if anyone manages to get there before she leaves they'll find her sitting up still surrounded by broken plates and (unfortunately) a bit of sick, staring at her hand and the tiny flickers of flames die out slowly, all sorts of confused.]
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Fortunately Bon is one to cry quietly, so he hears when all of the plates come crashing to the ground as Rin falls over. It is a struggle, but he staggers a few steps towards the door, more worried about what is going on in there (especially after seeing the burst of blue flames for that moment) than anything that could possibly be wrong with him.
The feeling quickly passes, though, and he is finally able to push himself up against the doorway to the Distillery and stumble in.]
Okumura! Just what is-
[Aaaaaand that's puke. Gross.]
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Hearing his voice gets her attention away from her shaking hand, wide blue eyes slowly moving up until she could see his face. The tears were... odd and more than startling, but her brain doesn't register it fast enough to actually ask right off.]
I... felt... l-like I was drownin'...
[Which doesn't fully explain why she threw up, but there it was.]
Why... why're you cryin'... ?
[There's an unspoken 'are you okay?' in there, but she can't seem to get all the words she wants out.]
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[That's the frustrating part. He knows the feeling of loneliness that hit him, but he can't really put that into words, especially not how it hit him so suddenly.
But he's self-conscious now, and he's wiping at his face as he speaks to Rin again.]
What about you? How could you be drowning, there's no water!
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C and also picking up poor Anna :c
He had decided eventually that he needed to at least go check on Hilda for a little while, and he told Anna he would come back if she wanted to talk or just wanted company again later. A bit of rare guilt crept up on him for leaving the girl alone, but it didn't make him any less uncertain about what to do.
He had been on his way back out some hours later, heading down the steps from the second floor when it hit him. A sudden burning sensation all across his skin, as if some Pokemon had suddenly released Flamethrower at him with the intent to harm. It hurt, not as bad as the blaze of a normal, man made or accidental fire might have, but enough that he felt his skin blister in more than one place.
He had been in mid-stride when it happened, and his foot went out from under him, dropping him down several steps roughly, one hand just barely gripping the banister still.
It felt so angry in his head, like something had just snapped inside some one and their rage and sadness and poured out in to the world via an ugly, blazing wound.
It faded quickly, but for a moment N just sat there, trembling a little. It hadn't just been the heat, the burning that left wounds across his arms and up his neck a little - it was something mental, too. Like the feeling was just as much in his head as it was in his body.
He rose, intending to go see to Hilda first, but from where he stood he could hear a few cries coming from outside as well.
It hadn't hit just him, and Anna had been outside in that time.
Hadn't Mikoto said something about her power back in Vatheon... ?
For the first time ever, N didn't prioritize Hilda over others. He cared enough about Anna that he wasn't about to leave her out there when something was obviously wrong.
Moving much faster than one who had experienced such a thing likely should have been, he rose and cleared the rest of the steps by leaping over the banister, lanky legs running as fast as they could carry him.
Luckily it didn't take long to find the girl amidst the momentary chaos that had followed. Collapsed in a heap of ruffled red and black, she stood out easily enough. Finding her unconscious and unmoving wasn't exactly comforting, but she was still breathing.
Ignoring his own wounds, he simply lifted her in to his arms (even with the dress she barely weighed a thing) and retreated to the hospital wordlessly to find a bed for her. So long as no one stopped him along the way that is.]
B/C
Loss. Loss like can't breathe can't move everything always dark forever borrowed eyes borrowed body borrowed life no friends no family no one. And they hit the ground, falling down onto Crona's knees and Ragnarok isn't moving in time with Crona's heartbeat and Crona can't think and Ragnarok is flailing panicked trapped scared.
Crona is drowning and Ragnarok is burning and their souls are clashing out of place like mismatched gears sending up horrible sparks. A scream torn from two voices, Crona's body spasming and steaming with black mist as Ragnarok starts to evaporate through his meister's pores.
Even after the external influence passes and Ragnarok is no longer burning and Crona is no longer drowning, they are still in pain, souls still rejecting each other. Black needles erupting like spines from every inch of Crona's skin, appearing and vanishing again and again. And weapon and meister are still screaming.
This lasts for another thirty seconds or so after Anna's influence passes, and then Crona just collapses into a shaking heap on the ground.]
Re: B/C
[When Crona finally just collapses, Paarthurnax raises his head somewhat. There'll be new scars on his face, now, but he doesn't seem much concerned with the thick blood slipping down his face.]
Stiildus tum, Vokunsumah. Hi los tirahk. Til los nid hask. Siiv drem tuum hinmaar.
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A large drop of blood hits the ground in front of Crona's face, and Crona cautiously sits up, still shaking slightly.]
W-what happened?
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Yaaaaaaaahooooooooooooooooo!
[She springs, tucks into a cannonball, and plunges into the water. As she descends, she unfurls, flips, and swims towards the bottom. She turns, faces the sky, and lets herself float, just for a moment. She's free. Everything is beautiful and endless and okay. She's outside, she's safe, and it's like no trouble has ever come to her and everything has always been this carefree—
But it hasn't.
In the middle of a kick into turning upright, the feeling hits. The water is vast but empty. She has been treated with nothing but kindness here but suddenly she feels so, so alone, because everyone back home...
Aoi doesn't notice, hadn't realized there was any wrongness in her breath until she starts to suffocate.
The ache in her heart becomes a fire and spreads down into her lungs. Something's wrong and in any other moment she could recite the water rescue procedure by heart, but right now she just thinks I'm going to die, I'm going to die all alone here. She twists, flails—somehow she manages to point towards the surface and swim.
But her body feels like it's collapsing, and something is clawing her chest into pieces. Were the others this scared, she thinks, did it hurt this much for them; there's a blackness at the edge of her vision and her mind colors it with the images of their executions and their bodies, clearer than the sky just above her. The sky!
For one miraculous second, she's above the water again. She inhales, swallows a mouthful of the lake instead, and plunges back under. She tries to cough, bobs back up, sputters—and drops again.
A call for help gets stuck in her closed throat. Clutching at empty air isn't going to help, but she doesn't know what else to do. She's all alone, no one is going to save her. She's not safe here; her classmates weren't safe so why would she be, why would she deserve it over any of them—
One more time, she breaches the surface, and her hands find purchase against the ground.
Aoi pulls herself forward, one arm at a time, then drags across the grass until she's on her hands and knees a foot away from the water. Air still won't come into her lungs, though, and she coughs and coughs and coughs, tries to force the liquid out—until the feeling passes, all at once, and water dribbles out of her mouth and she takes in one long, sharp breath.
She rests her forehead against her fists, clenched so tight that her nails are cutting crescents into her palms, and sobs. The cries come out in short hiccups while she tries to gasp back breath. It gets easier and easier to breathe, and to cry, and the fire in her chest turns to adrenaline then fades, and she thinks I am alive, I am alive, I am alive and curses that she is the only one.]
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Aoi. Are you injured?
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She tries shrieking, but her voice comes out too thin for it.] Am I injured?! You're injured! Y-you're bleeding everywhere! Are— [And she freezes, acutely aware of how short her breathing is getting again, and takes a deep breath before going right back to looking panicked.] Are you okay? S-something's gotta be done about that!
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[He's uncertain how much the usual beasts on the Skyway would do for Gaan Lah Has, but they would be enough to hopefully stop much of the bleeding.]
I was assisting vokunsumah, the one named Crona. Did you feel pain as well?
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- and he can't help anyone. Everything dies.]
[Everything will die.]
[The panic of his lungs feeling like they're filling with water is enough to break him. Water and ice hurt, he can't breathe, his body screams in agony -]
[His vision goes red, and he's overtaken by a blue glow, body lifting into the air a bit. There's a burst of light, and he's briefly in his hybrid form - before even that is engulfed by a black and green orb, which breaks as the Kaiser dragon reveals itself.]
[It rises, gathering energy in its mouth.]
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The pain in the knight's dominant arm was enough to shake the feeling of loss, if only to register that sure felt like burns. Damn. Duke couldn't heal those very well-
But that light over there. That light couldn't be good.
This is clearly a moment when Pantarei Stubborn genes are particularly strong. ]
Oi! Not here!
[ Because yelling at the dragon-like creature that was ready to blast something was clearly the best choice. ]
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[It lands heavily, roaring again.]
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Duke moves the burnt arm, grimaces, then points with the other. ]
Not here! Take it to the skyway if you wanna have a tantrum!
[ .... This goes on the top of the list of the most stupid things the knight has ever done. ]
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A and C
...It would have been fine if didn't feel the distinct pain of being burned.
The howl of pain that escapes his throat quickly turns to a shriek more appropriate to the more human shape he returns to when he cannot maintain that of the wolf through the pain. By the time the intense psychic burst is over, Alucard is looking... rather less composed than he'd allowed anyone to see him before.]
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What hurts most?
[ Something clearly hurts, and Tris is all business when it involves hurting. Particularly because this guy actually listens to her. ]
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