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Post by Adrian on Jun 29, 2019 23:01:17 GMT
Kazell> Go get your meds, see if Soren or Zyra want to come with
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Post by TC on Jul 16, 2019 4:24:30 GMT
Kazel ==> Get your meds, see if Soren or Zyra want to come with.
You say your goodbyes to Carmilla and make your way across the room, thankfully the two were still there waiting for you to finish up your business. With the medical requisition slip in your hand, your ears perk a little as you make your way to them.
Kazel: So, who's ready to get some drugs?
Zyra: That's very much prohibited.
Zyra: Enough to get any scout or soldier sent to kitchen or janitorial duty for weeks, maybe months.
Zyra: Count me in. Kazel: Not that kind of drugs
Soren: Our little Kazzy would never do anything illicit or prohibited like go on drugs like that on purpose.
Soren: He's a perfect rules and regulations following angel.
Soren: Apart from skipping out meetings here or there and occasionally skipping a scoute route to nap of course.
Kazel: Emphasis on occasional.
Kazel: Do you want to go with me or not?Zyra: Well obviously we have to go with you.
--> One Trip Later
After a few minutes going through winding steel halls, and a rather prolonged conversation with the staff who really did not want to cooperate because it was 'really late at night and we are only doing emergency cases', which was resolved by Soren pulling a few threats and using a little bit of 'The Monsters Maw', you were finally able to acquire a bottle of sleeping pills. Enough to last you a month and a half. So you shouldn't have to worry about nightmares for a while, at least until your bottle runs dry again.
But that's a problem for future Kazel.
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Post by What to do on Jul 16, 2019 21:05:22 GMT
Mission accomplished, you've gotten your drugs meds, now what to do next. Take your meds and go to sleep like a good Legionaire so you're rested for your mission in the morning? Or mess around a bit more?
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Post by Worry on Jul 16, 2019 23:12:48 GMT
"Kazzy"> Tell Soren and Zyra about the village you found.
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Post by TC on Jul 27, 2019 7:27:19 GMT
==>Take your meds and go to sleep like a good Legionaire so you're rested for your mission in the morning? Or mess around a bit more? "Kazzy"==> Tell Soren and Zyra about the village you found. You pocket your sleep meds, adding them to your lacking inventory, as the three of you begin the slow walk back to the barracks to get some rest. It's late and you could potentially get in trouble if you stay up too late and a guard catches you. Curfew, rules, that sort of things.
But as the three of you walk, you can't help but shake the worry that's gnawing away inside of you ever since the meeting.
Kazel: Guys, I need to ask you something.
Zyra: If it's about if you can keep sleeping with us when Soren and I transfer out of the scouts barracks to the soldiers, you know you can't.
Kazel: I still think that's bullshit- no wait, that's not what I needed to say.
Soren: What's wrong?
You feel your tail curl anxiously about and your fingers start to feel twitchy as the claws on the tips slip further out of their sheathes and then back in. You feel Zyra and Soren watching you patiently, but expectantly. So, taking a deep breath, you explain everything to them.
The village, the villagers, the festival. Your worry that they might be in danger, that they might be the danger. The worry that a lot of innocent people might be hurt.
Kazel: You don't...
Kazel: They won't get hurt, will they? If the army... you know.
Kazel: If the battle takes place at their village. You don't think the villagers will be hurt, do you?
Soren sighed and there's pity in his eyes, in both his and Zyra's. You hate that look.
Soren: A village in the middle of the Direwoods. Its entirely possible, just not... well...
Soren: not many people settle it.
Kazel: That's not an answer, Soren.
Zyra: Kaz, we're not psychics. We can't tell you what might happen.
Zyra: We don't even know if this Insurgence camp is anywhere near the village.
Soren: People are going to get hurt, Kazel, good people, innocent people
Soren: Both sides are going to have a lot of blood on our hands when its over.
Soren: That's the ugly truth of war, and we're fighting in that war. You have to accept that because nothings going to change it.
Kazel: Soren
Soren: It's not as black and white as you want it to be. I'm sorry, but it's not.
Soren: I know you're worried, and I am too.
Kazel: You're worried? About the village?
Soren: About you. I'm worried that all that you've gone through, that this might make it worse.
Soren: Maybe it'll be for the best if you just sit out this mission?
Zyra: I kind of agree. I'm sure Carmilla will allow it if you explain that it won't be good for you.
Zyra: She's not going to force someone on a mission if it will hurt them.
Kazel: I'm not going to just sit on the sidelines like that!
Kazel: And yeah, it was bad, but I'm over it, the past doesn't bother me anymore.
You all know that's a blatant lie, the nightmares alone are proof enough that you're not over what happened at all. But no one comments on it, even though you do get even more pitying looks.
Kazel: I'm going. And... and I don't even know why I'm worried! The villagers are going to be safe!
Kazel: They're close enough to the Legion that they're practically under our protection!
Kazel: Fuck, just, fuck it all.
Zyra: Kaz...
Zyra: Let's just... I think we just need some rest. Does that sound good?
Kazel: Yeah, yeah, it does.
Maybe after some sleep and everything will make sense again. ==> SLEEPThe rest of the way to the barrack is spent in awkward silence, no one quite wanting to break it after the... well it wasn't exactly an arguement, but close enough to one that there is guilt involved. All the three of you say to one another when you reach the rooms and change into nightwear are simple goodnights.
 The barracks are mostly quiet, with only the creak of mattresses against metal as the scouts in this hall shift in their beds. there's a slight chill to the air that mostly goes unnoticed against the dozen of bodies in the room. You're curled up at the foot of Zyra's bed, having decided to share her bed that night as opposed to Sorens in the bunk above hers. Your ears twitch every so often against the soft snores or at the sensation of Zyra lightly kicking you in her sleep. Your limbs feel heavy, your whole body does, a side effect of the meds kicking in, and curl up tighter against her blankets.
Even with the meds, you find yourself the last to fall asleep compared to the other two.
You drift away to a deep slumber.
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Post by TC on Jul 29, 2019 7:10:50 GMT
==> DREAM
You may have made your medication sound like the perfect cure for your nightmares. But even with medication, there are chinks in the armor, weak spots. Nights where your consciousness slips away to a place it shouldn't. Even with the medication, there are nights you still dream.
In those nights, you always find yourself here.
There's no light, it's a world of endless darkness, and even with your night vision, it's hard to see through the shadows. There's no point to try and traverse them, to go into the dark unknown. So like all the past times you've found yourself here as you sleep, you sit down on the blood stained ground.
Just as there is no light, there is no warmth here, you feel cold. You feel empty. Just being here makes you feel as though... there's no point. To anything. You feel empty, on the nights that you don't, you feel anger that you don't think is your own.
Maybe this isn't a dream and just the sleep medications making you go through a whole different kind of self reflection. Maybe they just quell the nightmares, and without nightmares, this is where your consciousness has to linger.
You're just glad that you don't find yourself here often when you sleep. It had probably been a month or too since you last had this Dreamless Dream.
Kazel: You've moved.
Kazel: Did you get tired of the other spot?
: .........
Nothing. You don't know if it speaks, if there is any noise. All you hear is a static in your head. There is no voice, only static, just as there is no form, just... scribbles. You know there's someone there, but... there's also not.
You've never been alone in this Dreamless Dream. There has always been the Other. Watching you through the night. Filling your brain with static and then the freezing emptiness. You don't know what it is, what it is supposed to represent. Only that it has never tried to hurt you like the nightmares do, but it has never done anything.
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Post by Ooo creepy on Jul 29, 2019 11:59:18 GMT
And I didn't have to throw in the '>Dream' command!  Is the Other copying your posture? Can you poke it? What does it taste like? (It's 'Quell" btw.) |
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Post by TC on Jul 29, 2019 19:36:28 GMT
==> Is the Other copying your posture? Can you poke it? What does it taste like?  As far as you can tell, you don't think it's mirroring your actions or your posture, but it's hard enough to make any sort of details out of it, so you can't be sure. It might be?
As for poking it or tasting it? You've never actually tried. In fact, you've tried to keep your distance, physically and psychologically from this... thing. Well... no time like the present to try things that might make things go horribly wrong?
Oooh boy....
You're going to regret this. You already regret this.
It just watches you, unmoving. It's really fricking unsettling if you're being honest. You can even see through it to a degree, even more offputting.
The Other doesn't even give the faintest sign of acknowledgement as you reach out with a shaking hand. Just a quick poke, just real fast, so you know if it's solid or not, so you know what happens. No need to be scared, Kaz, you're a scout, a Legionnaire, no reason to be scared of this white scribble.
You don't even get to touch it before the Other is suddenly on its feet, you don't even see it stand up. One moment its sitting and the next it's standing and you're jumping in the air out of fright to get away from it.
Kazel: Oh fuck!
Kazel: You're... you're moving.
Kazel: That's new... very new.
The Other does more than just stand. It's up and moving now, it's walking. Away from you.
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Post by Oh well on Jul 29, 2019 22:32:30 GMT
Probably not important. No point following it. (Better follow it.)
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Post by Adrian on Jul 30, 2019 3:19:36 GMT
^agreed. Follow the Other, it may take you somewhere amazing or horrible. Try to strike up a conversation with it, too.
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Post by TC on Jul 30, 2019 22:50:55 GMT
==>Probably not important. No point following it. (Better follow it.)  It doesn't even look back at you as it starts walking through the darkness. No sound coming from it, not even footsteps.
You really don't want to. You really don't want to do any of this, it feels like the kind of Blatantly Obvious Stupid Choice that protagonists in horror movies make, the kind of choice that will very clearly get you murderd in a horrible way.
Well, you guess this is a horror movie now, because against all better judgement and instincts, you're following the Other.
==> Follow the Other, it may take you somewhere amazing or horrible. Try to strike up a conversation with it, too. You catch up with the Other, feeling the sout note of anxiety making your stomach churn. Your ears are pressed down, an obvious sign of your discomfort, and your fingers start playing with the fur around them while you give a nervous smile while walking behind the Other.
Kazel: Don't suppose you could tell me where we're going?
: ........
Kazel: Didn't think so.
Kazel: You're a real good talker, you know that?
: .....
Kazel: Yep, about what I expected.
Despite your attempts at conversation, they don't really go anywhere and it just makes your nervousness worsen
This is well beyond where you usually go in this Dreamless Dream and it's growing hard to even see the Other even though you're only a couple feet behind it. The darkness is deafening, it's swallowing all your senses, numbing you in the worst ways possible. You can barely even see where you're going at this point.
You don't know if it's because of your half blind state in this dream, or because you really can't tell whats sky, ground, or blood, but while walking you're forced to a sudden stop as you step on a blood stain and find yourself stepping into what might as well have been a red abyss with the amount of nothing that was below it.
Kazel: Fuck! Shit, shit, shit!
Thankfully you don't find yourself falling completely into the nothingness right away, but you are kind of stuck and slowly sinking farther in. Sure, it's just one leg that's trapped, but you'd like to not lose any leg if possible.
: ....
Kazel: Yeah, yeah, I know, silence.
Kazel: Maybe you can shake it up from the usual routine and help me?
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Post by Help yourself on Jul 31, 2019 11:13:14 GMT
Other> Point up and illuminate a branch just above Kazel's head.
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Post by TC on Aug 31, 2019 19:55:45 GMT
 You continue to sink deeper into the watery earth thing of this dreamscape, and even allow yourself to drop to the ground to try and claw and crawl your way out of this trap. You don't make much progress and only seem to just frustrate yourself even more than you already are.  The Other patiently watched your futile attempts to get free before approaching and coming tos tand before you. You pause in your attempts to stare up at it, waiting for something, anything from it.Kazel: Did you decide to help me after all?
: ...Kazel: Of course not.
Other ==> Point up and illuminate a branch just above Kazel's head.The other says nothing, the eternal silence as always, but it does move enough to point up at something above you. You follow to see what it's gesturing too.
Yeah, you're fairly certain that branch hadn't been there a few moments ago. It's all fuzzy white just like the Other, but it might just be solid enough to grab on to. You hope so, at least.
Kazel: No offense
Kazel: But I'm starting to really not like this place.
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The branch is pretty high up there, but you think that you can reach it if you stretch hard enough.
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Post by Adrian on Sept 3, 2019 18:37:53 GMT
New Challenger Approaching???
Kazel: face the challenger is it someone you recognize?
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Post by Twinkle Twinkle on Sept 4, 2019 3:45:08 GMT
Kazel> Pull yourself out quickly. This is not a good situation for an unexpected encounter. Time to shine.
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Post by dear little who? on Sept 6, 2019 12:08:37 GMT
Are you sure they are talking about you?
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Post by TC on Sept 15, 2019 17:46:19 GMT
==> Are you sure they are talking about you? That's right, no way to know if they're talking to you, you're only a guest in this dreamless dream. The Other- they up and dipped out of here as soon as this other Other showed up, so it's probably talking to them, not you at all! No need for you to get anxious, this is just a little dispute, probably, between White Scribblely Other and Purple Smokey Other.
In that case you should probably just copy the Other and leave now, let yourself out as well, go back to where you started and wait out the rest of your tenure here until you wake up.
? : Leaving already, and without a goodbye at that?
? : Hadn't I raised you with better manners than this. |
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Post by Busted on Sept 15, 2019 23:52:40 GMT
Oh well. That at least means they will interact with you, and it seems they can talk.
Ask who they are and why you have to deal with indistinct fuzzy shapes instead of people.
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Post by TC on Oct 11, 2019 23:33:30 GMT
==> Ask who they are and why you have to deal with indistinct fuzzy shapes instead of people.  Frankly, you're not used to anything other than the Other appearing here, you're not used to anything talking to you. This is confusing, enough so that your head is starting to hurt. It's hard for you to turn to face it, every atom in your body is screaming to get out of there, that something isn't right. The fear tastes vile on your tongue and you swallow it back as you square your shoulders.
Kazel: Who...
Kazel: Who are you?
Kazel: And, and what are you?
You find the courage to look up at the purple figure.
Kazel: What is this place? Why is is that you're the only one-
Kazel: you and the Other, are the only ones I've seen here?
Kazel: Is this even a dream? Or is this some bullshit magical place?
It's like the pipes had burst. Before you were satisfied enough to just coexist, not talk, not ask questions. But that was because you knew you'd never get any sort of answer, that isn't the case anymore. You now have the chance to know what the Hell is going on. Suddenly you're not able to stop the questions from coming out of your mouth like a machine guns rapid fire.
The purple other just stares at you in silence as you ask. But once you stop to catch your breath, it starts to laugh. A soft chuckle that grows louder, as if you just said the greatest joke of the entire century.
? : Ooooh, my little star, look at you. Playing dumb. Pretending not to know.
? : You really are invested in this game of yours. Playing your role so seriously, as if you really are this, this
? : Disgusting little beast.
Kazel: What the- Hey!
? : But you've been playing this game for so long now, playing war and soldier.
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Post by Go along with it? on Oct 12, 2019 0:20:54 GMT
Kazel> Looks like you aren't going to get any information you specifically ask for here. May as well go along with it and see what happens. Begrudgingly accept and ask to be taken home.
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Post by TC on Oct 12, 2019 2:21:27 GMT
==> Looks like you aren't going to get any information you specifically ask for here. May as well go along with it and see what happens. Begrudgingly accept and ask to be taken home. Honestly, you're still lowkey bothered by the whole 'disgusting little beast' comment, but you do your best not to show it. It is pretty clear that it's probably going to be like talking to a brick wall if you keep asking questions, this being isn't really making any sense, anyways. Go home? Pretending? Playing a game? What the fuck is going on?
You really don't want to, it feels like you'll make things worse somehow, but even so, you force yourself to smile at her. Your skin crawls.
Kazel: Okay, okay.
Kazel: I'll stop playing. I'll stop pretending.
Kazel: Will you take me back home?
You hold your hands out for the being to take them, a peaceful offering to relent and surrender. Maybe this way you'll glean some shard of information.
? : I've so missed this cooperative side of you. But, before we do anything, there's a little something I must ask.
? : Since you're done pretending to be this thing, then you'd have no problem telling me your name.
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Post by Ouch Time on Oct 13, 2019 22:59:59 GMT
The correct answer won't be Kazel.
What name do you hate most, little star?
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Post by TC on Oct 16, 2019 5:36:34 GMT
>> The correct answer won't be Kazel. What name do you hate most, little star?
 You've a sinking feeling that if you use your own name, nothing good will come of it. Already, regardless of if this one talks or not, you wish you were with the white Other instead. At least that one didn't fill you to the very core with fear.
But a name you hate?
You... you don't have one. You've never found a name you couldn't help but associate with hatred. You've titles, people; royalty, the Insurgence, you hate all of that, but you don't know any names associated with any of that.
You don't... you don't know... your mind it's drawing a blank, it's-
 The other being is suddenly right in front of you, far closer than before, too close. Your terrified, your fur stands on end, your ears press down, your sure that this being could smell your fear.
? : I'm waiting, my little star.
? : And I'm growing dreadfully tired of waiting.
Your head hurts, it feels like the world is shifting. A name- a name- a name. You need a name. You need a name!
The Other begins drawing a hand towards you as you begin stepping backwards.
Name name name name your chest hurts your head hurts it feels like your heart is crushing itself with each beat. Name. What's a name. What's a name you hate? What's a name you absolutely hate.
Out of nowhere, you find one.
A name you don't know, yet something in you calls to it.
Kazel: I-I'm-
Kazel: I'm, I'm Nyx.
As you say that, the Other is quiet, right in front of you, far too close. It's as if they're trying to process what you'd just said, who you just claimed to be.
? : ....Nyx?
? : You're... Nyx?
Something... something tells you that.... that Nyx is the wrong name.
? : I thought I made it clear
? : That name is never....
?: you're not supposed to be here
Kazel: Actually, you know what?
Kazel: I was just kidding!
Kazel: Obviously I'm not Nyx, it's just a joke.
Kazel: Haha, just a, just a-!
There's a sudden, sharp pain in your stomach, cutting you off. Your eyes widen as something warm and wet begins running down your skin.
? : Heh....heheh
? : Heheheh!
That's a... that's a knife. And blood. Lots of it.
You think you prefer the other Other over this one, at least that one hasn't ever stabbed you.
Everything's getting... fuzzy.
Kazel: AAAAAAAAAH!
With drool on your chin, your fur fluffed out in pure terror, your heart racing faster than it had ever in the past. You've awoken in the barracks with a scream.
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Post by Adrian on Oct 16, 2019 15:32:44 GMT
Quite the wake-up, with something like that it's a wonder if anyone in your barracks stayed asleep.
Zyra & Soren > You most definitely did not sleep through his scream, wake up and comfort yo boy.
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