30th September 2013, 08:22 PM #286
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Arc_Angel & lilbluecorsola: The tension in the room became palpable at the man’s eerie remark. How does he know the two of you? You’ve never met him before in your lives… or have you? Stacey seems to think so, much to Jess's surprise.
Felicia gladly continues her meal, oblivious to the whole conversation. If there’s any comfort to be had, it’s that at least she’s far from one of her psychotic breaks. Her father, on the other hand, seems strangely unfazed by his apparent slip-up. What if it wasn’t a mistake at all? He takes a sip of his drink, puts down the glass slowly and looks at you with a truly unreadable expression – for the first time since you met him. His eyes land on Stacey, in response to her reassuring words.
- Oh, I know love. I wasn’t to blame for any of it… All the while, I’ve been the victim, since I was a child! But now, thanks to you, I can finally be free of it all…
You exchange a confused glance. A groggy, heavy glance, that is somehow much harder to pull off than such a simple motion should ever be… You feel as if you’ve been awake for two weeks straight, unable to fight the drowsiness. You struggle against the unnatural feeling long enough to see Felicia’s head drop flat on the table, but it’s so hard to fight back… so hard.… so……
Stacey: You feel exhausted; you’ve been running for so long now, carrying the motionless bodies of a Teddiursa and Koffing in your arms; their weight is beginning to feel unbearable, but you have to keep running, or they’ll catch up to you! The Lyanazia woods are dark, the air is thick with moisture and feels uncomfortably warm as it enters your lungs; the branches and rocks graze your feet and ankles, making you wince in pain, but you have to keep going. You try your best to keep up the pace, until you hit your leg on a soaked block of timber and go flying several feet forward, landing less-than-graciously on the muddy floor of the rainforest.
Your body aches all over, but you persevere. It’s been too long, too hard, too unbelievable of an adventure to give up now. And they’re depending on you… You get to one knee, then back to your feet, legs wobbly and in pain. You spot a lone Stantler in the distance, a welcome sight amidst the desolation. Next to it however, something unexpected, something amiss… a foreign sight in an otherwise familiar painting. A mass of swirling shadows, at first vaguely and then definitely resembling a tall, slim man, pets the Stantler on the head… and then slaps it on the thigh, making it pin up and dash forward, frightened, straight at you! Your body and mind are too numb, too beaten up to react as the beast’s sharp horn pierces you right under the breast, tearing skin, flesh and bone, throwing you to the floor once again… and, with every last ounce of strength escaping your body, the blurry image of your Spiritomb gracing your eyes one last time… you die.
Slowly, ever so slowly, your eyes begin to part open again. In front of you… a Stantler and a man of shadows stand in the distance. That was quite the tumble; you even lost hold of Teddiursa and Koffing! Your body is taken over by a now familiar fatigue. You get to one knee, then to your feet, and just then, the Stantler dashes toward you, piercing you with its horn; an unbearably sharp pain runs through your body, and you fall down. With your dying breath, you silently call for Reaper’s help, but it doesn’t come…
You fight hard to get back up, take a deep breath, get to one knee and then back to your feet. The forest, humid, dark and cold, sprawls in front of you. Close by, a lone Stantler enveloped by a veil of darkness, next to the faint outline of a human, catches your eye. You feel so tired, so anxious, but all you can muster when the animal suddenly bolts forward and stabs you with its antler is a gasp, followed by a loud scream of agony as you tumble to the ground, blood gushing from the wound, your life draining away with it…
The mud tastes indescribably terrible, and the wet feeling against your face is bothersome enough to force you to get back up, first to one knee, then back to your feet. You have to hurry and find the Pokemon you were carrying, or you’ll be caught! But your body, your abdomen in particular, is in so much pain, as if a knife had split it open a hundred times… You fall back down, one hand clutching your rib-cage below the breast, the other closed in a fist as tightly as possible as the pain washes over you. Why does it hurt so much? Not even the otherwise-soothing sight of an oblivious Stantler eases the torment... Suddenly, the deer yelps, scared senseless, and starts galloping toward you. You somehow know what happens next, and again feel completely powerless to stop it; you watch passively as death approaches yet one more time, and will continue to do so over and over again, perhaps forever… This time however, just before impact, you spot a brief glow of light emanating from your closed hand, soon vanishing and being replaced by a… metallic feeling? Before you can dwell on it, the antler pierces your ribs and liver again, and again you fall, lifeless, under the apathetic gaze of your Spiritomb.
The cold, uncomfortable stinging feeling of rain dropping and trickling down across your face makes you open your eyes. Through some inhuman power, or the sheer force of routine, your body rises, almost on its own, to face the ordeal yet again. The brief moment of silence, of rotten peace, of extreme exhaustion just before the tragedy are almost as unbearable by now as the stab itself. You know you’ll be powerless to stop it, your limbs won’t comply, and all you can do is wonder if this will ever end. But then you remember… Your fist loosens and you open your hand to reveal a tiny metal sphere, black in its entirety save for the cyan neon stripes that cross its surface. A Blue Cyberball… In the midst of your numbness, you recall that you used one such ball to house a Pokemon who’s recently been at your side. Was it really recently, though? How long have you been here, anyway?...
The cry of terror is heard again. The shadows release the angry Stantler in your direction once more, sharp horns crying for your blood and your life for the hundredth time, the thousandth, you can no longer tell. But can this time be different?
What will you do?
Jess: The noise of the crowd is deafening, a sea of people filled with joy and contentment at the magnificent spectacle being put on in the streets of Fizzytopia. After all, this was the first time Connor’s feats were celebrated, in honour of the eightieth anniversary of his heroic victory that saved all of Fizzy Bubbles. The speeches of both Mayor Thompson and the event’s host, Charles Higginbotham, close friend of the legendary hero, inspired the listeners and filled them with a sense of pride to be Fizzytopians. Your own heart is still racing after your amazing victory at the Hero’s Balloon Game.
Until suddenly, the cries of happiness turn to terrified screams, and waves upon waves of people start running in every direction, bumping into each other and almost dragging you along. You look in the sky and see the Hero’s Float consumed by flames and losing altitude fast, about to crash on countless bystanders! But as you’re pushed around by the rampaging mob, you lose sight of your beloved Atzu the Azumarill. Filled with a sense of urgency, overtaken by a dark, ominous feeling, you start to panic as you call out to the Water-Type to no avail. Trying to fight your way through the crowd, you try to spot the blue rabbit; shoved, pushed, kicked and bumped into, the ordeal almost proves too much until you finally spot a blue sphere through the masses. Atzu’s tail! You get as close as you can, ducking and dodging, and when you finally reach the Azumarill… the sight makes your stomach turn violently. Atzu isn’t moving, isn’t breathing, his body is covered in bruises and shoe marks. Your beloved partner… is dead.
A wave of despair, guilt, sheer disbelief washes over you, a mix of dark feelings that would make anyone fall to their knees and cry as loud as they could. But you have no time that, as the terrifying realization sets in that your belt, usually holding your companion’s Pokeballs, is entirely empty… followed by a faint, but unquestionably familiar cry of ”Corsola!” It’s Haruki!!
You rush in the direction of the sound, too concerned to think about anything else by now – you already lost Atzu, you can’t bear to lose anyone else! The cries get weaker and weaker, but as you close in on the origin of the sound, a new, heartbreaking one is clearly audible through the commotion – a snapping, crumbling noise. As you approach Haruki, you lay eyes on the countless fragments of shiny blue coral scattered across the floor, practically trampled to dust, and instinctively turn your gaze away. Tears start welling up, and just then, through the mass of ever-shifting legs to your right, a faint red light glows atop a green helmet… Alice?!
You run over as fast as the crowd lets you, but the red glow fades shortly before you reach it. By the time you arrive at where Alice was, only her body remains, in a state much like Atzu’s, another gory, soul-crushing sight. Dominated by an overwhelming apathy, you stand motionless as the mob around you continues to panic. One of the many faceless people bumps into you hard, sending you to the floor, only to be stepped on by hundreds of uncaring feet, stomped against the harsh gravel over and over again, with no chance to even try and get back up. Are you… going to end up like all of your Pokemon? Maybe… maybe it’s for the best now…
You hear a horn in the distance, followed by the unmistakable sound of an engine. The crowd is slowly dispersing by now, but your body is broken, beaten to the limit of its endurance. You can only watch as one of the many electronic equipment vans that were parked next to the parade comes speeding off straight at you, oblivious to your presence; the driver – hardly resembling a human, but rather a… mass of shadows? - probably focused on nothing else except leaving this god-forsaken festival. As the vehicle draws closer and closer at alarming velocity, a brief flash of light glows above your fractured right hand, and is soon replaced by a pristine-white Snow Ball. The presence within is instantly familiar to you even still inside the device…
What will you do?!
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Last edited by MarbleZone; 30th September 2013 at 08:44 PM.
31st October 2013, 01:58 AM #287
If you want to get out, little girl, then open your eyes...
At Jessica’s prompt, Stacey seemed to recall something as well. The woman’s hand comforted her own, which had been shaking – subconsciously – not just from nerves of speaking first. Though her brain was still in mist (whether willfully or not), her soul could sense a strangeness was amiss. No, not strangeness. A scathing intimacy, scratching at the surface…
Originally Posted by MarbleZone
What happened back then wasn't your fault…
a greater power was at work…
you ... you shouldn't feel guilty but I wonder why you do?
The man slowly took a sip of his drink, and steeled them with an impregnable expression. As soon as words of cryptic confession left his lips, a deep heaviness took hold of the atmosphere. She tried to turn to Stacey for an explanation, but found such a simple clockwork motion more difficult than expected, as if stoppered by rust. From the corner of fading sight, she felt a flicker of innocence as Felicia’s hair fell onto the cloth, slumped next to a half-finished plate (so close her angel hair almost touched the food). Such pure white couldn’t fight against the dark, succumbing instantly to whatever spell had been cast.
Having been exposed to many more evils in the past, however, Jess was at least semi-aware of the danger. How blind trust and enchantment leads to hypnotism, especially from those who had seen and lived much longer. So she struggled with all her might to stay awake. The remainder of her strength gripped Stacey’s palm tightly, before slackening. Barely focusing over the other’s shoulder, the last thing Jess saw was the photo on the far wall, with what appeared to be the man in his younger days, and two smiling girls beside him… She was about to open her mouth to ask, probe, plead further, but somnolence forced surrender…
She woke to the sound of screams. Of joy, celebration, song and streamers. But then, those screams suddenly turned sour. To fear, panic, sorrow. The float burst into flames, capsizing over the sea of chaos. People swarming, clamoring and climbing over each other to escape. Jess stood still amidst it all, staring straight at the familiar tower of flames that tickled her mind until her memory snapped. Atzu. Where was Atzu?
She spotted a buoy lost in the ocean, and pushed desperately past the current, pursuing what was perhaps a dream, a figment of her disordered heart. Like the light of an angler fish, a beacon guiding its prey to the beast’s maw. But she didn’t care. She had to save him, before this horribly small world bares its huge fangs…
But when she reached him, all that remained was a broken and battered body, bruised badly beyond recognition, blue into black. Bereft of breath.
A dizzying rush of shock and shame and sheer denial, all at once, made her stagger. No, no, not again. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But she couldn’t stop, think. For at that moment she realized an emptiness by her side, and a call from the other direction. She plunged toward it, gasping for air. The cry grew weaker and weaker, until…
Far more than the churning movements of the crowd, the sound sickened her stomach as she reached for the fragments of coral lying at the bottom of the brine, cracked almost completely under pressure into fine dust particles. She swallowed, salt water running from her own eyes as she shifted her gaze from the gruesome scene…
Just accept it, this is fate
So next, next, next…
Her blurred vision caught the bright glow of a green helmet, glaring red like a traffic signal. A lighthouse warning to steer boats away. But the stricken siren voice was too much to bear, and had the opposite effect of leading sailors astray. So she ran straight to the rocks, where she found Alice in much the same state as Atzu. A tiny twisted form, seeping scarlet onto the street…
"No, no, I don’t want it to be destroyed…"
There came a world where happiness ends…
"Madder red, I beg you, please don’t ruin anyone’s future anymore."
She couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t stand to lose anyone else. So she let herself be engulfed by the depths of despair, sinking slowly as others treaded over her, struggling for their own survival. All the time, she kept numbly thinking: This can’t be right. Haruki and Alice weren’t even at the event. But the repeated pain in her own pounding limbs and chest was proof, reminding her that this wasn’t an illusion.
In this unnatural scene,
The shimmering heat laughed, "This is the real thing!"
No, there was something off about that statement. But she couldn’t process or bring herself to bother. Her friends were dead. And soon she would be too. Just as well, she deserved such punishment for not being able to protect them… Or Stacey... Or anyone...
She heard a blare, an engine in the distance. A truck came barreling down the road, oblivious to lingering passerby,
especially even ones collapsed on the concrete. She couldn’t discern the shadowy profile in the driver’s seat, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t blame them for wanting to escape this carnival of demise, even at the cost of more casualties. As the screeching tires approached, she smiled to herself at the irony while a melody rang in her ears…
Just then, a warmth – no, cold sparked above her fractured fingers. Something like a smooth stone insinuated between them. She could scarcely crane her neck to perceive the pristine presence against a backdrop of blood, but detected a round weight deposit. Rather than accepting it as the sign of a savior, such a miracle only filled her with further dread. Though she knew that giving up was weakness in itself, she refused to double the sin of suicide by risking another life for hers. She had to save whoever was in there, at least.
Her first thought was to throw the ball as far as she could, but her wrist could hardly move, let alone her arm. With great reluctance, she finally choked out,
…As she managed to stretch her thumb just enough to press the release button.
Crimson flooded the boulevard, and a small Snorunt stood directly in the vehicle’s path. Jess tried to shout, tell her to hurry, get out of the way, but her throat wouldn’t produce any noise. She shut her lids, praying for safety.
Please… Someone help…
Seconds passed, and Jessica gradually dared to peek slightly. To her surprise, the incoming wheels that would’ve crushed her skull were stopped just short a few feet in front of her. In between, Kristen had erected a PROTECTive barrier. Jessica stunned at the size of it; there was no way she could’ve done that by herself, given her low level of skill… For that matter, why was the shield a shade of ruby instead of jade?
Her questions increased when she heard a soft munching. Squinting, the Snorunt appeared to strangely be snacking on something. What was it? Some kind of crystalline substance…
Despite the agony it caused her nervous system, Jess sat straight up. No mistaking it, those sapphire shards were pieces of Corsola.
Her horror intensified when the mineral seemed to meld with the monster consuming it, sprouting horns of similar shine and structure. The fiend licked her lips.
A chill ran down the girl’s spine as she listened to such a terrifying tone coming from Kristen’s tongue, similar to a snake’s hiss. Her sockets were inflamed, just like that time…
“Who are you?”
Jessica whispered. Despite quivering, her query was unexpectedly calm, clear.
The demon grinned.
“My name, love, is Lilith. You and your servant kindly awakened me one year ago, and provided me a host to stay in while I regain my powers. For that I suppose I owe you, so I spared your life in addition to this little one’s, insignificant though it may be.”
She surveyed her surroundings, drinking in the devastation.
“Ah, such beautiful carnage… It has strengthened me enough so I may speak without need for that silly sketchpad. But still…” She cast a sly, searching look at Jess, as if peering into the trainer’s past. “I wonder what this place truly reflects.”
Jessica squirmed under scrutiny, and Lilith laughed.
“I see, you have met one of my minions before. You and this… ‘Haruki’ witnessed her work in the Glacier Islands, correct?”
Jessica’s brow furrowed. It hurt to contemplate. What was she talking about? (For that matter, exactly whose history was she accessing? Had she somehow absorbed Haruki’s knowledge as well?) Did she mean the Jynx from back then? The name conjured jumbled images of snow and ice and petrified corpses preserved within them. Jess shuddered, having hoped to keep those recollections buried deep, frozen for eternity.
“Ah, but my protégé’s feats are far from impressive, compared to mine. Allow the master to demonstrate true art.”
Lilith approached Alice’s limp figure, running her paw along the pale skin, perfect cheekbones. As if playing with a precious doll, she parted the pretty silk strands that hid a glass rose, blooming wide but utterly blank.
Then, in one swift motion, she snapped Alice’s crown jewel, ripping it directly from the emerald dome. Some liquid spurted out from the temple and splashed across Jessica’s face.
Lilith giggled as she skipped over to Atzu, swinging the spike with wicked intent as she stabbed it gleefully into his gut. She began to carve carefully outward, stripping the fur from his flesh. When she got to the gullet, she leaned in close, kissing and caressing and nipping at the nape until her lips were completely stained. Jessica could only watch helplessly, bile rising to her own throat.
Stop. What are you doing? Oh God, why?
The queen lifted her new cape and wrapped it around herself, cackling with delight as she spun, spraying more rosary beads into the air.
“Well, what do you think? A masterpiece, is it not?”
“You’re right… It needs one final touch.”
She flipped the blade around, and without hesitation, impaled it right through her own chest and out the back. Ribbons spilled forth like serpents, twining together to form a circle around her waist. The sash helped bind the hide to her frame, which had grown to the full height of a human child. The pelt itself purposefully stretched to fit, now resembling sleeves and a skirt.
“Ah, much better. Nowhere near my original magnificence, of course, but this will have to do for now.”
“Pardon? What did you say, dear? Do speak up. As rightful ruler of the underworld, I shall make a special exception in this case and lend you an ear.”
“…Not yours.” Excruciatingly, Jess crawled forward, clutching at the hem of the cloak. Atzu’s coat. All that was left of him. “Give it back!” she sobbed.
Frost crossed Lilith’s countenance as she shook the beggar off. “FOOLISH MORTAL,” she screeched, “IT SEEMS YOU STILL DO NOT KNOW YOUR PLACE.” Flashing with rage, she hovered over the scarred, scared mess as a wintry gale picked up and whipped through the area. A booming wail bellowed in the wind: “PERHAPS I SHALL TEACH YOU A LESSON, SO YOU WILL KNOW TO BOW BEFORE ME…”
OoC - Using 1x Dawn Stone on Snorunt to evolve her into Froslass.
Leaving the rest up to MZ since
I'm still not sure where I'm going with this I already took the liberty of stopping the truck (with permission).
Last edited by lilbluecorsola; 8th December 2013 at 10:47 PM.