FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

[fourteen]

Who: EVERYONE
What: TRAUMA!
When: ALL THE TIME
Where: ANYWHERE
Summary: HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TRAUMA. FREE FOR ALL IN THE SCARRING EXPERIENCES DEPARTMENT.
Rating: Gosh. I'm not sure. However, I suggest you hide your little'uns.

Basically, the purpose of this log is TRAUMA SPAM. If you didn't want to spam your flist with extra posts, or you wanted to post with more than one character -- or more than one character more than once! -- here is your place to be.

This will be a commentspam style log where you can thread start with your character hallucinating things. Whatever you wish it to be! It can even just be a more general thread start where they're not hallucinating anything -- yet. And each thread can get treated like a post, where that character's CR can react to the trauma going down!

If you still wish to actually post in your character's journal, you're of course totally allowed to do so. This is just here for funtiems and convenience for everyone who wanted a greater chance to post during this event! Feel free to use it anytime over the next few days, through Halloween, to do "posts" and threads with your characters.

Have at, guys!

Comments

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Okay, guys. For convenience sake, if you feel like tagging Noel and are kind of ":|" with the setting I chose, or would just prefer something different, let me know. I'm open to any scenario as long as it makes enough sense for her to be there. XD Otherwise--]

[The effects of the hallucinations have been slowly getting to Noel (http://danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/619349/arakune-bare_shoulders-black_thighhighs-blazblue-b)'s psyche. In some vain attempt to distract herself from it, she's gone out to take a short stroll within the village. There's little else she can do, though, besides taking in the creepy sights of the town and the sound of her own feet kicking up the dirt on the trail. Besides that... it's quiet.

Too quiet.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[She'd be tempted at any time to loom out of a shadow and go Boo! at you, Noel, because trolling you is such fun. But you're not the only one these hallucinations are getting to - and thus far, the only reason she's been able to shut them out is because she knows it's not happening, it's been and done, but ...

...hearing your mother tell you she loves you before the gun goes off. Not her idea of a good time. So Nami's mood is kind of shot to pieces. And if her mood is like that, she shudders to think what Noel's been going through.

Therefore, your magical girl BFF will be waiting for you very obviously on the path ahead, Noel. No startling required.]

[House 1 - Ion and Anise - Late At Night]

[distressedude]

[As if the costumes hadn't been bad enough: now people were starting to see things. Ion had seen people talking about it over the journals. So far, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary... then again, he also hadn't left his room very much since he found himself trapped in a tutu.]

[But that was about to change when, from the corner of his eye, he saw something stirring under his bed. Like out of a B-rated slasher flick, an all too familiar man began to climb out from underneath, his once-white robes now covered in blood that was certainly not his own. And while certainly more disturbing than truly frightening, it was enough for Ion to gasp, jump to his feet, and run out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He thought for sure that was the end of it, when he swore he saw the door knob beginning to turn...]

[Well, that's enough of that! He runs down the hall and urgently knocks on Anise's door, hoping maybe the presence of another person would encourage the hallucination to stop.]

A-Anise? Anise, are you in there?

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[Anise is a light sleeper - if the knocking wasn't enough to wake her, Ion's scared voice would've been. She gets up blearily to answer the door, expecting one sleepy Fon Master in the hallway.]

[What she wasn't prepared for was the sight of the same Fon Master in blood-stained robes, an ashen face, staring at her with lifeless eyes... She lets out a strangled gasp and backs away into her room with shaking hands-]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert has been keeping himself out of trouble since the Halloween decorations started showing up. After what had happened last year, he knows better than to investigate the dangerous areas -- that is, the surrounding forests.

So he can be found around the village -- at the stores, his house, or the stables between his house and community building 7. Sometimes, he may pause and take a look around as he walks, especially as the sky darkens more...]



(ooc: Broad post is broad. Please specify time of day and place if you respond -- I'll roll with anything if it's within the village!)

[falenandawn]

[Frey had gone out to investigate the village Wednesday evening. Something was happening, he just wasn't sure what yet. What he did know? Was he'd heard Lym's voice. That was enough to get him out of the house.

He'll pause, though, as he spots Albert.] Good evening, Albert.

Isamu - House 43

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[His eyes are yellow again. Is that part of the costume too?

The red is back, the glow of the magatsuhi... no, it's blood.... energy... both the same and everywhere and in the corners of his vision and out and... then not there at all.

And there's no one here. That's okay, right? Because he wants to be alone. And the wailing spirits that follow when he's not looking... they want to be alone too. Do they? They follow him, but they follow his reason, which means they shouldn't be. Why won't they leave him alone?

He's sitting on his bed now, unmoving save for his eyes which can't seem to keep focused on any one thing.

If he leaves, they'll...]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki's calm. Remarkably so--because he has to be. He can't let any of this get to him, can't let himself listen to the voices nor can he let the gruesome images of death get to him, no matter how many times he sees them.

It occurs to him as he's staring out of the window, watching the fog and hearing that soft sobbing and calling out, that he hasn't seen Isamu for a while. He blinks once to clear his vision, tears his eyes away from the claws and sharp teeth he can see glinting now and again to look toward the stairs.

Quietly he goes about climbing them, not paying attention to the railing when, for a moment, it becomes covered with blood under his palm. Naoki pauses at the bedroom door, knocking lightly on it.]

Isamu?

[de_bel_survivor]

[Kouki is quickly getting some things from the stores. The atmosphere is unsettling and he doesn't want to be out any longer than necessary.

He did his best to ignore the sounds, but occasionally find himself tensing a bit.

After getting what he needed, he heads back to community building 7 with a bag in one hand. His other hand is left free, just in case...]

(ooc: Afternoon to evening, stores to community building 7.)]

[goldenglasses]

[We're sorry, were you trying to go home? Well, that might be delayed as Vash is about to walk straight into you. He's busy trying to tell himself what he's seeing isn't real and he doesn't even see you there.]

[ In the forest on the border of town ]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

( ooc: Early Thursday morning, before the sun is up. Open to anyone. \o )

[It's a long ways from the mountains to the town.

It's even longer if you get lost in the fog as it rolls into town, after realizing that in-the-mountains-alone is probably not the best place to be, this week.

He spends most of the night that way.

Wandering around, directionless. Hearing voices in the fog-- calls for help voices that almost seem familiar. Once he thinks he sees the outline of a man, poised to fall on his own sword. By the the time he's run to the place, there's nothing there but a widening pool of blood.

He looks again. No. There isn't any blood.

Ginko looks up-- and the next hallucination (http://pics.livejournal.com/one_green_eye/pic/0001zy3e/s640x480) is a memory, that envelops him in darkness. Only that darkness is different in nature, than he remembers.

In the early dawn, he's unconscious just outside of the village-- bleeding from what look like long scratches on his arms and neck.]

Re: [ In the forest on the border of town ]

[goldenglasses]

[Ginko, that's no place for a nap. Vash is going to head stumbling into the forest with his hands clamped over his ears.

That was... until he trips over you and goes sprawling to the ground. At least the painful connection with the ground snaps him out of his hallucination. Although it takes him a minute to realize it's done for now as he blinks a few times to make the dead looking Ginko go away.

Shit. He's not going away. Quickly scrambling over to gently shake at a shoulder and start to looking you over for major injuries.]

GINKO! Wake up! What happened!

[House 41]

[4000ages.livejournal.com]

[They're screaming and shouting and rioting and China can barely discern what's real and what's not anymore. He lies on his bed, hoping to sleep and just block out the sounds and the sights of his people--why are they angry? it wasn't me, all of this wasn't my choice--but instead he's underground. Gasps and reaches up to claw his way through earth but...hits empty air instead.

He can't function like this.

So it's carefully, cautiously he makes his way out toward the kitchen. A cup of tea, that will help, it'll calm his nerves and keep him from seeing--his arms are swollen, aren't they, but it was gone, that terrible disease was gone--these things.

China reaches the kitchen and begins preparing tea with shaking hands. It's calming. And if he closes his eyes, he can ignore anything, even the shouts. It's only when the tea cup is in his hands he chokes in the sudden rush of nausea and his stomach cramps, the cup falling from nerveless fingers to shatter on the floor. He clutches at the counter for support, shaking violently before he realises the phantom sensations have gone and grits his teeth in frustration.]

Re: [House 41] using this account for the icons s-sob

[osoreirimasu.livejournal.com]

[No matter what he does, he can't block out the sounds and sights. His people crying, the agony laced calls for water, the sound of people boiling alive as they run into rivers and flood them with their bodies. Two entire towns gone, flattened in an instant because of a war he started.

He knows it's not real. He knows because he blinks and the images are gone, he turns his head and the sound stops for a moment and he realizes it's all in his head. But that doesn't help him sleep at night, nor does it help him when he goes to open the door and all he sees are endless fields of bodies stretched out in front of him.

Gone in a flash, leaving him to wonder if he heard anything at all. At least until the cup shatters in the kitchen. He snaps his head in that direction and follows the sound, frowning when he sees China there, clutching the counter.]

....China-san?

[CH4/Pretty much everywhere as he gets lost on his way to the forest]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash couldn’t sit still. At the beginning of the week had had planned to stay hidden away when he had seen his costume, but was teased persuaded by Wolfwood to go out. Then he was going to hide again when the hallucinations started.

They’ve grown worse and he can’t sit still and ignore them anymore. He needed out. The walls were closing in on him. He’d go out, it would feel less claustrophobic once outside, of course that backfired. He thought again as voices and sounds closes in on him. What about the flower patch of Rem’s flowers? He always felt better there… but most of the flowers were wilting. What if these images taint that?

And then… the light. It comes again, only this time it’s not just the light, his arm it’s changing. He can feel it changing. So he takes yelling and clutching his arm. His destination was the forest, but Luceti keeps disappearing on him. For brief flashes it’s the inside of a space ship, a desert, and even some places he’s not even sure where he is. It all feels like a dream.

He’ll end up wandering the streets, eventually making into the forest, clutching at his arm. Sometimes he’ll scream and spin around aiming a gun that isn’t in his hand at things that aren’t there.] I’m sorry… please… leave me alone. I’m sorry!

People in clown suits always make trauma better, right?

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's wandering in the woods again? This time, though, April's sleepwalking. It has become a new habit since arriving in Luceti, and a possible explanation for the number of times she's been lost since arriving.

Also, she's dressed like a clown. She's so deeply under that she doesn't notice Vash.]

[Outside House 19]

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[Something was scaring Noishe. He'd been skittish and fearful ever since the birds started to disappear, but now it was so much worse. He'd howl and whine and pace the area behind the house, where a tarp was set up with some blankets and feed for him to sleep (until a real pen could be made for him).

Today, as Presea went to check on him, she heard an all too familiar voice call her name.]

Alicia?

[She made her way back to the front of the house, slowly, carefully - she'd heard what was going on, but... As Presea turned the corner, though, she saw her. It was Alicia (http://www.nautiljon.com/images/perso/grandes/Tales_of_Symphonia_the_Animation_Tethe_alla-hen/alicia.png), her sister. Immediately, Presea cried out and rushed to see her, but stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide as Alicia began to...change]

Alicia?! Alicia what is happening--

[The younger girl grew to an abnormal size, her skin changing a hideous green, arms twisting and lengthening for form grizzled red-white claws. She was a monster (http://zonarpg.byethost4.com/zonatales/tos/jefes/exbeula.jpg) and Presea had to back away with a high-pitched scream, shutting her eyes tight.

Once they opened again, everything was gone.]

[salvationfound.livejournal.com]

[Kratos could've heard that scream if he was a mile away. As it stands, he's inside the house, and the moment he heard it, he rushed outside, ignoring Lloyd who reaches out and calls his name and needs him in favor of the very real person who needs him more.

Once he's near her, he places a hand on her shoulder firmly, as if letting her know there's someone who isn't a hallucination here for her.]

Presea.

[CH7, floor 5]

[loyal-arrows.livejournal.com]

[Aldo had been asleep in his apartment, having a recurring nightmare he'd had since his arrival. He'd grown used to it, but it didn't change the terror he felt every night. When he wakes up before dawn, it's a relief, even if he is up a bit earlier then usual.

That is, until he rolls out of bed and sits up.

Those on floor 5 of community building seven might heard a sharp, horrified scream as Aldo comes face to face with his nightmares, quite literally. He'll be running out of his room and the apartment entirely, slamming the door behind him.]

[CH7, floor 5]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[Ted, for his part, has been avoiding the network and going outside as much as possible for the past week. Why? It wasn't exactly very helpful to hear others in their current state, especially when he was experiencing deja vu from that time when...

He jumps in surprise when he hears Aldo's scream though, and it takes him but a second before he pushes himself off the couch and heads to the door, worried. It reminded him of one other time, vague as it is, and it made his heart pound in fear. What was going on?] Aldo?!

Outside CH6

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

[Quiet.]

......Let....e ou...

[It's too quiet.]

...Ple.......

[She can't speak. It feels like her throat has a rope around it and she's being choked. But she can still breathe and she isn't dying. Death would be a saving grace as of now. It was okay yesterday, but now she too has been seeing hallucinations. Darkness. Silence-- no, cackles. One or two, but then it's horrendously quiet. The typewriter is in front of her and she's trying to press the buttons to write out Hamlet because if she can then maybe maybe maybe the witch will let her out--]

Wh....id I do....ng?

[The only means of sanity she has is the scythe (http://oi55.tinypic.com/2n07fdh.jpg) she is keeping herself balanced on. Without it she would surely fall to the ground, unable to move or see or speak or do anything but listen to the silence. She's holding on to it for dear life, because letting go of it would mean exposing her to danger. The witch will get her and she'll be trapped and it's too quiet quiet quiet quiet why can't she speak it's hard to breathe moving is a pain eyes open eyes closed help me HelP mE HELP--]

Haa--!

Re: Outside CH6

[goldenglasses]

[That... doesn't look safe at all. Vash had been walking, trying to clear his head when he spots the girl with the rather large weapon. It doesn't take much to tell she's seeing things that aren't there, but with a weapon like that, this could get deadly for people.]

Hey... miss? Can you hear me? Ma'am?

[His hope is to get you out of your hallucinations before you swing at someone who would only be in the wrong place at the wrong time.]

(OOC: Feel free to swing at him if you want - he'll dodge it.)

Outside - Between house 23 and the Plaza

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[salvationfound.livejournal.com]

[The past haunts Kratos as he takes a break from the horror the house had turned into. Lloyd, Anna, Svala, Soleille, even his father and mother, whom he only barely recognized, appear at the sides of his vision and call to him, all with desperation in their voices.

But they aren't real, and he knows it. He walks on without a glance, without a change in his expression. Once he sees a resident kneeling and holding onto a dog near the plaza, Kratos is pretty sure she's real, as she isn't fading or turning into some kind of monstrosity. He walks closer until he's standing a few feet away, then kneels down.]

Miss.

Outside the forest, backdated to morning of 27th.

[markofthewise]

[After spending the whole evening for Appa the day Aang was sent home, Sokka ended up trekking home in the dark, just as the fog set in. Before he knew it, something had hit him and he knew no more.

On the morning of the 27th, he can be found up against a tree outside the village, unconscious and looking like he got rolled down a hill a few times.]

[wise_maiden]

[The morning has already been a little busy for Raine - having already found Caesar and healed him after his unfortunate mishap.

After stepping back outside - no easy task in these conditions, as she's filled with a minor panic as she makes her way back off the porch, it seems that once again her trek toward the school building will be stopped by the sight of a certain injured someone. And given the way their last conversation had gone -

She turns off the path, heading for Sokka instead.]

[Outside - CH4, bits of forest, and near the village (wandering)]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[He had given up on searching for the voices in the other rooms. It must be his imagination, something in need of repair or the like. Jack donned the hood (http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb205/Spazzdude_pics/Candle_Jack.jpg) once more, the candle and rope in hand before stepping at last through the threshold into the public area of the fourth floor. Immediately, he felt something was amiss, the lights dimmer than normal and the door leading to outside seeming horribly far away. Slowly, carefully, the samurai walked down the hallway. Without warning, the hallway began to warp and twist, the lights falling away into shadow. A deep, almost guttural groaning of wood and timber echoed loudly through the hallway, the entire fourth floor undulating like the inside of some horrid beast. Instinct took over in place of fear as the samurai raced towards the door, the candle Jack's only source of light in the looming shadow.

As he neared the door, hand reaching for the doorknob, the entire door faded away as a deep, pure pitch darkness ebbed down over it. He recoiled back, hand reaching for the sword no longer at his side. That was when the two piercing red eyes in the darkness met with Jack's as a chilling, familiar voice spoke from within the deep dark:]



AHHHHHHHH! [His own eyes clenched shut, Jack charged the shadow and red eyes, stabbing at them with the dwindling candle flame. When he at last opened his eyes, he was shocked to find nothing there, the hallway and door completely as they had been: quiet, normal, peaceful. His eyes flitted about anxiously, sweat rolling down his shocked face beneath the hood. He flung open the door and stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air in large gulps as best he could, lifting up only a small sliver of the hood to break the seal. An acrid taste filled his mouth, his entire body shaking. It was just an illusion, it was all just grandiose illusions, he tried to assure himself. However, his mind could not sit at ease, no matter how he tried to meditate and calm himself. Wanting to be free of the hauntings, Jack set off down the stairs and onto the paths leading by the forest and to the village, hoping that what had been in the apartment would not follow him.]

((OOC: Thursday afternoon, feel free to catch him anywhere along the way.))

[goldenglasses]

[Someone screaming? In the hallway? You bet Vash is going to check that out.] Jack! Are you alright?

House 44

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre will probably be in four different places on this lovely, horrible day. All at once.


A) That eyes-on-the-back-of-your-brain feeling is very real, this time. Turn around, and you will see a pair of glowing red eyes staring at you out of the shadows.

B) She could be standing facing a corner, muttering inaudibly to herself--and smashing her head against the wall, clawing deep scratches into the paneling. Flandre doesn't seem to have noticed that her fingertips have started to bleed.

C) The most nightmare fuel inducing fun one. At first glance, entering a room, the vampire just seems to be sprawled on a table with her arms spread out--staring vacantly at the ceiling.

Look again, and you see nails. Iron nails, in a crude substitution for surgical pins, have been hammered through her throat, her wrists, her knees and her ankles. Her ribcage has been sawed open, and some rather important internal organs seem to be missing.

Flandre's jaws snap a few times. She's very much alive.

D) Or she will be tearing through the house screaming her head off for no readily apparent reason and possibly bowling people over--or attacking.


Someone has some issues, to put it lightly.


Will she kill you? Probably not.

Will she maul you? Well, that depends at how good you are at evasive maneuver.]

[A]

[littlestdevil.livejournal.com]

[Someone's got a baaaaaaad feeling about this...]

Um... Miss Flandre?

[Outside, on the bridge nearest House 14 | Thursday evening]

[fourteen]

[ Xion had tried, very hard, to ignore the things she was seeing. The whispers and eerie music had been easy enough to ignore, even if they'd made goosebumps rise across her skin.

But then the walls of her bedroom had spontaneously started to bleed, and when she'd tried to flee, the door had locked itself. She hadn't been able to keep herself from screaming before she abruptly realized that there was no blood and the door had been unlocked the whole time.

She'd fled, of course. And now she's here, curled up into a ball on the floor of the bridge, pressed back against the railings, eyes shut and hands pressed over her ears like somehow she can block all of it out if she tries hard enough.

It doesn't help that it isn't warm out, and her skimpy costume leaves her freezing. But sitting here, shivering and shaking, is better than being in that house, right now. If she even notices anyone approach, she'll probably jump about six feet in the air. But if you do approach her, you might notice that her wings seem to be turning red... how peculiar. ]

[generalflirt]

[Kida's, well. Kida's been very antsy too. Frankly, all the little things he's been seeing are starting to make go a little nuts. But something he's doing to try to pretend this isn't the case is to spend as much time as possible out hitting on girls. This includes staying out here doing it longer than he normally would.

even n his absurd costume which, if you're starting to see it as real, will be very odd indeed, because he'll be riding up on an ostrich.

Either way, walk/ride up he does to this cowering shivering mass he happens to pass as he's making a roundabout way home-]

Hello...?

[Near the bridge between Houses 12 and 15]

[knightofratatosk]

[Emil's thought he was going crazy before-- he's no stranger to that feeling, really, not with Ratatosk and everything else that's happened, but none of it has ever seemed quite this real before, because for just a moment there he could've sworn he was reliving one of his very worst memories involving that experiment where people had been possessed by the spirits. His logical mind knew there was no way he could actually be seeing Faize's body there. Faize had been gone for months, close to a year now, and this looked exactly the way it did in his memories of that day.

But that didn't do anything to make it any less horrifying, and his first response was to bolt as far and as fast as he could run on weak, shaky legs. He wasn't even sure where he was going - House 7? House 12? - just that he wanted to get away from that terrible sight. He just kept running blindly until a treeroot sent him sprawling, and that's it for him; he doesn't have the strength or coordination to get back on his feet, he's shaking too badly. Instead, he's just going to curl into a fetal position, hands pressed over his ears and eyes squeezed shut, whimpering like a frightened puppy as he rocks back and forth. Maybe it will all go away if he tries to block it out...]

Definite sanity it is, then

[silversnowfall]

[Dear Lorelei what happened to him? She doesn't hurry over, though. Approaching slowly seems better.

When she realizes it is Emil there, and not something else, she'll pick up the pace and kneel down next to him.]

Emil?

[In Town/Around Forest] why did I not see this convenient log ;A;

[notabluesbro]

[Going back to the apartment after speaking with Vash was a bad idea. Not only did the hallucinations seem to double, but he had to be in them, of all people. So without a word (but a small note of "I'll be back before dark, don't worry") Wolfwood left his community house the next day and ventured through the town with a destination in mind. Running into him here may be a little more troublesome for him, as he's busy pacing passed everyone and noting in mild shock that all their heads are bursting into pulps and then becoming completely normal in the blink of an eye.

He just puffs on his cigarette and focuses on the greenery ahead—the forest. When he's finally just a small ways into the wooded area, he slings off his cross, collapses against a fallen log, and closes his eyes in an attempt to block out the remaining images flashing across his vision. He's already finding it far easier to control it among a silent green backdrop, and so with his one bent smoke burning away between his lips he tries to make the most of it and close his eyes—

The sound of a gunshot forces them right back open, his shoulders go upright... and he's surprised to see himself, younger and holding that old gun right at him like all those years ago. He manages a defiant but strained smirk at this.]

What are you looking at?

[Wolfwood wondered if there would be some smear of blood on him if he inspected himself, but he doesn't bother, because it lasts for mere seconds before the scene is gone. He falls wearily back and crushes the bottoms of his palms into the round creases of his eye sockets.

It's not real, but the most shattering thing about these hallucinations for many people, he thinks, is that once upon a time... most of them were.]

[salvationfound.livejournal.com]

[Kratos' own nightmares are coming to life, but for all the world, he looks as if he's unaffected. It's simply how he deals with things like this - give it no attention, it isn't really there. Not even his own son with his sword pointed at Kratos like he did several years ago slowed him down, and he seemed to stare right through the boy as he passed through him, unharmed.

A man sits with his back to a log - Kratos can see this with his enhanced vision, even if the man is partially blocked by some of the shrubbery. Kratos changes his path and heads toward him. He knows that some of these people could use some guidance, and though this person looks like he might not need it, it couldn't hurt to try.]

between house 21~town square | open for jacks! o/

[symp3thy.livejournal.com]

[This week has been horrible. Nerve-wrecking, and horrible. In terms of trauma, Minako really hasn't been through much, that is to say, other that that car crash that happened so suddenly than in eyeblink later, she lost everything that she had.

Did she go through more painful memories? Yes. There were several more deaths that she had to witness during her school year, in addition to Ryoji-kun's farewell... But Mitsuru-senpai was here. Pharos was a child, but he's here too. And so is Minato, her nii-san.

She heard screams. She heard begging. She also heard the wails of thousands who disagreed with her choice, to prevent the Fall. Anyone looking her way - both her and Minato's, really, would sometimes see Thanatos (http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii216/thefullmetalshinigami/Persona%203/Personas/Thanatos.png), the ultimate Persona of the Death Arcana, hover above them. It came with a whole string of coffins, which didn't add to anything pleasant, but still, an illusion is an illusion.

She herself was dressed as her signature Persona (http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/397/femaleorpheus.png), while her brother did the same (http://matteomazzali.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/orpheus-main-psd-jpgcopy.jpg). And right now? Hand in hand, the twins were making their way to the grocery store. They needed to restock, but she's not leaving her brother alone - she's being even clingier than usual, actually, but while Minato's expression may seem grim and a bit distant, hers was fiercely determined.

He didn't talk much, but she knew well enough that this just meant he was trying to keep more bottled up within again. Well she's not going to let all this crap affect her: yes she's been through her share of rough patches too, but HELL no she's not going to let it drag down, especially when she has loved ones that she must protect and support.

She doesn't say anything (yet), but dimly, her hand squeezed tighter on his.]

[emp3thy]

[To a stranger, Minato with his silent blank face might seem utterly unaffected. But others would recognize it as his usual reaction to threats. The more distressing the situation, the more calm he appears. Logic and reason are the best tools in the face of danger.

The periodic green sky and patches of red blood on the ground don't phase him. Neither do the Shadows that appear in the corner of his vision, though they do cause him to turn toward the source each time to confirm they're only illusions. Things like that are normal. He lived through the Dark Hour every night for a year, climbed to the top of Tartarus, and fought Death herself. Something at this level is not going to break him. As long as it stays at this level, he'll be fine.

But if the steady escalating screams sounding more and more familiar are any indication, that wish is unlikely.]

Outside CH 7

[folklorist]

[ He’s actually reading before things…get bad. So everything is actually quiet and peaceful...almost. The hallucinations up until now were fairly tame despite the noises and the voices he was hearing. He could block them out, sure, but it was the painful wounds that they were reopening that was getting to him. There is a voice suddenly, behind him, or around him; he's not even sure where it's coming from anymore. It is old and yet sweet sounding, yet it is vile and corrosive. Whispering in an almost hushed chant but it gets louder and louder. It belongs to a woman and it’s a voice Helios has not heard in a long time. It’s your fault. You killed me. You killed me. The figure is coated in blood green hair falling about skeleton thin shoulders. He freezes as if on contact the feeling of those hands running along his cheek. ]

[ He gives an audible gasp and the cup beside him hits the floor and breaks into a million fragments, just like the his resolve. ] No no. You can't be. I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry; it wasn’t supposed to end up that way. You know it wasn’t supposed to end that way! You’re not real you can’t be real. [ Let’s be together darling. It’s not fair you left me alone in that hell. There’s a strangled gasp as the sickly demented form tries, and with successful, ease wraps its crooked fingers around his throat. He falls backwards into the table, the chair crashing to the floor in the same instance. ]

You’re not her! [ WHY DID YOU KILL ME! And he just races to the door slamming it as he doesn't look back. You may find Helios slumped out in front of the community building panting and very shaken. He’s in his costume again but he doesn’t care, he can’t care about anything besides what he just saw. That memory burned into the back of his mind resurfacing like this…he’s actually silently crying as he just sits there, shaken. Having hallucinations of your fiancée’s possessed corpse trying to strangle you will do that to a person. ]

[salvationfound.livejournal.com]

[... At least the costume somewhat hides the tears, but Kratos' enhanced hearing can still pick up the sounds of it. Sometimes it's best to leave a man alone in his grief, but with this event transpiring? Kratos would rather let someone lean on him than let their visions get even worse by themselves.

He follows the sounds until he reaches the man and... pauses for a second to stare at the ridiculous costume. Is that a... bird? Whatever. Kratos moves again and stands a few feet away.]

Are you all right?

Outside of CH7

[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Frederic had been hearing the the strange voices and noises about town, but he still decided to take a bath to calm himself down. Once he turned the handle of the tub, he goes into the kitchen where he decides to make tea for himself. After boiling the water though, he begins pouring it into his cup as he begins seeing it turn into blood.

He drops the teapot and his cup out of fear then runs into the bathroom to see the tub full of blood. Turning off the handle quickly, he begins hyperventilating as he stares at the blood in the tub before he begins to cough into his hand and wants to throw up. Pulling his hand away from his mouth, he sees blood in his hand as he screams like a frighten child then runs out of his apartment still screaming until he reaches outside of the community building and is trembling like a frighten child in a corner.]

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[de_bel_survivor]

[Kouki thought he saw demons from back home, moving and causing trouble. He keeps his brave front on, hiding his fear the best he can. A familiar move he used a lot, in the past. Beside, it's not real.

Walking back towards the community building, he saw the trembling man. His eyes widen slightly, seeing the familiar number zero above the man's head, before it's gone.

Kouki walks over to him, stopping at a few feets away.]

Sir, are you okay?

SPOILERS. Near town center.

[crisisrain]

[The fog was thick and heavy, as Raven made his way back home towards house 12. He didn't want to be stuck outside any longer, he was already starting voices whispering behinds him. As he approached the bridge however, he came to a hault. The entire landscape around him had changed into that of a destroyed mountain range. The voices no longer whispers, they were now the screams of lives ending. Before he had the chance to dismiss what he was seeing, a loud explosion caught him off guard, causing him to turn around to see the cause.

There across the battlefield, lay the scattered corpses of knights. The ones with life remaining were desperately trying to flee, their efforts ending in vain as they were attacked by monsters. He knew what they were though, they were same monsters known as Entelexeia that he had fought against all those years ago. He had fought alongside these knights, as one of these knights himself. Raven closed his eyes, gritting his teeth together as he hoped this nightmare would stop. As he did, a fallen knight grabbed his leg, quickly bringing him back into this hell.

"Why you! Why are you..." The knight attempted to cry out with his last breath, before becoming just another body on the field. Raven quickly broke from the grip and stepped away, his eyes fixed on the newly deceased body. The thought plaguing his mind "this man was just another nameless soldier, another victim of the selfish war we shouldn't have fought." He didn't want to think about what he was trying to say, he already knew. "Why are you still alive?" Was a question Raven had never honestly learned the answer to, one that had driven him to the point of insanity before. He wanted to believe the reason was more than just to exist as a tool, Alexei's puppet. Over the years the truth had been lost, along with his identity, his hopes and his dreams.

"I'm not fallin' fer this! It's just another one of those stupid experiments!" He growled, annoyed that this was happening. If anything was going to hit Raven where it hurts then forcing him to experience the great war again was definitely the most effective. These weren't just random knights, they were his collegues, his former friends, the people he had served, lived and trained alongside. She was bound to be here somewhere, the woman who gave her life in an attempt to save his.

"Stop it. Just stop it!" He shouted.

Raven was met with silence. The screams, the blasts, they were no longer making any noise at all. He could see them taking place in front of his eyes, yet they made not a sound. The silence didn't last though, it was broken by the beating of a heart. Raven paused, this was a sound it had been so long since he'd heard. He looked down towards his down chest where his heart should be, only to notice he was covered in blood, his own blood. A sharp pain struck, his false heart began to hurt. He couldn't bare the pain as he fell to his knees, clutching his chest tightly as he struggled to breathe. A dark shadow loomed overhead, blocking out what little light remained. As he looked up to see the cause, Raven recognised it instantly. This was the Entelexeia that had taken not only his life ten years ago, but also her life as well.

He pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the splitting pain. The line he had drawn that enabled him to distinguish this illusion from reality had vanished the moment he laid eye contact on the monster. He was going to fight. Drawing his bow out he took aim and fired. He was going to kill it for her sake, for his own sake; dying wasn't an option. He had become completely unaware that this wasn't actually happening, he was shooting at buildings and trees without even realizing it. It'd only be a matter of time before he hits an innocent person.]

[OOC: Even though the hallucination has ended, he's kind of flipped out a bit. If you want to injure him, knock him unconcious, throw him in a river, it's highly recommended. You could try and talk him out of it too if you wanted. Also, this post is such a narm when you realize he's still dressed as Old Snake :/]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash got lost on his way to the woods thanks to the visions he kept having. He was surprised when one finally ended and he found himself near the center of town and was that...?]

Raven! Are you alright?

Panic, Shear Bloody Panic! → Town Plaza

[acclimatized]

[ The week has become steadily worse for John Watson. At the beginning, the costume he was laden with had just been a nuisance and that was about it. However, noticing a pool of blood spreading out beneath the door was anything but a nuisance and the state of his apartment is the reason why he is out in the village this evening. Not that his fleeing in terror has done much help... he can still feel the rats nipping at his heels, each step becoming more laboured as the fog rolls in over the town, threatening to swallow him whole.

Maybe that would be preferable since he is supposed to be a soldier. But it's becoming unbearably hot, a sweltering heat pressing down on him, and he can only attribute the same suffocating feeling to central asia. It's hot, too hot, he can't bloody think straight, his ears ringing with that incessant chime and his pocket vibrating with each phantom text message his phone supposed receives. The only thing that seems to alleviate him is the off-hand burst of gunfire that jerks him to attention instead of allowing him to wallow in despair.

"You're not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson...you miss it."

As was the case back then, John has no comeback to that derisive statement as he comes to a shuddering halt somewhere near the plaza, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He can see the insurgents coming out the corner of his eye, emerging from the shadows of houses with their faces masked and guns raised, poised to strike him down again, finish what they started when one stray bullet had managed to catch him in the shoulder and end his military career.

His breath becomes hitched in his throat as his leg finally buckles and he sinks to the ground; too many. There are too many of them to fend off with just one gun and a handful of bullets and he knows it.

"If you were dying -- if you were being murdered -- in your last few seconds, what would you say?" ]

Please.. komak.

[ "Oh, use your imagination!" ]

[god-is-a-dude.livejournal.com]

[This damned fog makes it so hard to see. Despite his many negative experiences in Luceti, most of the hallucinations Haruki have seen have been minor glimpses at best, and even then it's been very simple to dismiss them. Oh, the benefit of having a normal life, eh? See, the thing is, this fog and the night are still complicating matters for him.

Because he doesn't see Watson, but Watson might seem him. After all it's God (http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/9089/4creati1michaelangelo4.jpg) walking towards him assuming this is far enough in the week for realform costumes]

Action for House 55

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[It was a fairly normal day today, all things considered. He'd gotten up early, done a little morning training, gone to school and watched Professor Sage and his classmates tweaking out until she finally sent them home...

Okay, maybe that's not all that normal. Things were getting weird, and it wasn't just the costumes. Go figure.

But otherwise, Raph had been doing fine, all things considered. He'd spent more time trying to stubbornly cut himself out of his costume than worrying about the other stuff. And now, it's his second trip to the bathroom tonight with scissors in hand. He opens the door, flicks on the light, and something scuttling behind the toilet instantly catches his eye.

Cockroaches. Bugs in his house.

With a growl, he throws the scissors on the counter and stomps off to the kitchen, grabbing the nearest blunt object - one of Don's textbooks - and brandishes it menacingly in the bathroom doorway.

Nothing. No more bugs.]

Hidin' eh? C'mon, you nasty little...

[One step into the bathroom, and the door slams shut behind him, making him jump.]

Hey! Who - ?

[And then they come, a trail of bugs creeping out of a crack in the floor, centipedes scuttling toward him on hundreds of legs. Tarantulas the size of dinner plates probing their way out of the toilet. Raph takes a stumbling step backwards only to scrape his shell against the locked door. He throws the book down and tries to pry it open, throw himself against it, tear the damn handle off, anything.

Cornered. Trapped. They creep toward him, ebbing like a buzzing puddle of congealing blood that consumes the tile floor with a tangle of legs and the flitter of wings. With one loud war whoop, Raph stomps on the mass of it, slathering gore across the floor.

Then, they retaliate. A plague of locusts pour from the shower head, a hurricane of hissing and sticky legs. Cockroaches bubble in like mudwater, crawling up his legs, burrowing holes in his shell, crawling everywhere, everywhere - biting, stinging, sucking his blood, eating him alive.

He thrashes, but the door won't yeild. He tears at his skin until he bleeds, but more replace them. He tries to scream but they spill into his throat, writhing their fury against his tongue. All that gets past is a strangled, mortified bellow.]

Action for House 55

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[As luck would have it, Raphael's adventure with the bathroom happens to occur just as April is heading down the hall to get in the shower after her forest adventure with Vash. She's found that the clown makeup comes off under the water, at least for the duration of the shower, and makes her skin feel less itchy.

Then she hears it; the screaming does not bode well.]

RAPHAEL?! Open the door! [But she finds that it is not in fact locked! It swings open at her touch, and inside she finds the thrashing ninja.]

OH MY GOD! DONNIE! DEREK! HELP!

[corrinesbell]

[Sheena's problems have only progressed. The voices aren't the half of it anymore. Now, around every corner...something is waiting for her.

She slinks from shadow to shadow, particularly along the sides of houses, jumping every time there is movement in her peripheral vision. He's after her, bringing them.

Volt is finally hunting her down, accompanied by all of the people he killed because of her inexperience. Ninja who can chase her into the best of hiding places, approach silently, and exact their revenge.

All while sparks crackle almost gently in the background, and two red eyes throb against the darkness.

Sheena crouches against the wall of the nearest building, hands up to the sides of her head, trying to block out the images and sounds. Her nails dig in deeper than she knows, leaving very real bloody scratches down her face. But she doesn't notice. Her mind is somewhere else entirely.]

[[ooc: Wish I'd known this post would be here before I posted yesterday - it's a good idea! But here, another angle that doesn't involve a lot of shouting and carrying on. Ninja, anyone~?]]

[blessingone]

[Fenimore's had the good fortune of her hallucinations being slow to start. Later in the week, it will likely be impossible to find her alone and outside her house. But at this early stage of the truly bad part of the experiment, it is only unlikely, so she happens to be passing by when she sees Sheena out of the corner of her eye.

She doesn't recognize the ninja immediately, only knowing her secondhand as Sophie's godmother, but she does recognize blood. She doesn't approach very close, having had some unfortunate interactions with a hallucinating recent mallynap return, but she does call out, though it'd be debateable if it's loud enough to get through to Sheena right now.] H-hey! What are you doing?