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FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

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!

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[He actually appreciates the physical contact, and glances at Naoki's arm before looking back at the teen.]

Yeah. ...No. Well, I am now. [He tries for a smirk. Fails.] I shouldn't be... that is... can I stick close to you for a while?

Please do. [Can he see light, flickering along the edges of those painted-on markings on Isamu? He half-thinks so, for a moment. But he doesn't care if sticking around him makes the hallucinations worse--he doesn't want to be by himself.]

[Good. The longer he's alone, the worse it gets. The more he reverts to that. But the demi-fiend... he can fix everything.

It's hard to even consider them false images, and realize that Naoki might be dealing with the same.]

Thank you. [He bows his head, then leans forward to lay it against his friend's shoulder.]

[Naoki half-lifts his arm, pauses, and then brings it up to sift fingers lightly through the hair at the back of Isamu's head.]

Nothing to thank me for.

[...he hopes the things they're seeing won't last much longer. Naoki's not sure if he can keep dealing with them as he's been, even if he isn't alone.]

Shut up. Of course there is. [He doesn't lift his head, content to stay where he is for the moment.]

[Naoki half-smiles at that.] This, at least...it's a given I'd stick close to you.

Maybe to you. [It's harder to think that way when there's no one visibly nearby.]

[Naoki's fingers slow a bit in their idle combing.] It's not to you?

It should be... I don't know. I'm sorry.

[Naoki doesn't say anything to that, just shifts his arms up and around his shoulders to hug him lightly. He'll just have to try harder so that it'll be obvious to Isamu, too, is what he's thinking.]

[It's not your fault, Naoki. Not really. It's just his current mindset.

He doesn't even mind the hug right now. Just as long as the demi-fiend doesn't go anywhere.]

[Naoki squeezes him a bit before he lowers one arm, keeping the other partially lifted with a hand on his friend's shoulder.]

Come on, let's sit down.

[He nods against the demi-fiend's shoulder, then pulls away finally. You're going to have to tell him where to sit, though, Naoki.]

This way.

[He keeps a light grip on Isamu's shoulder to guide him a bit toward the door and out into the hallway. Downstairs is brighter and not as quiet as upstairs, after all. And, given that the two of them are going through this, he's worried about Richard, too.]

[Isamu follows obediently and silently. The occasional flash of red isn't as worrisome at the moment, since the demi-fiend is there.]

[And it's right about then that there's a startled cry and a crashing sound from down in the kitchen. Looks like the two of them aren't the only ones seeing and hearing things they shouldn't be at the moment...]

[Naoki goes stock still, heart jumping up in his throat, before he drops a hand from Isamu's shoulder to take him by the hand. He quickens his pace and draws him along toward the kitchen.]

Richard?!

[Who...? Oh, right. Richard. Blond. Isamu is pulled further out of his memories by the name, following Naoki in less of a daze.]

[Richard's so distressed that he doesn't even notice them approaching. His attention is fixed on his shaking hands, which he could've sworn were covered with blood just a moment ago, just like that blood in the teakettle he'd hurled across the room.]

[Naoki leads Isamu into the kitchen, freezing for a moment because, as he goes to enter, he's not looking at the kitchen or at Richard but in an all-too-familiar peephole. And it's drawing him down, down, further down to that curtained stage and the glowing eyes in those shadowy holes in the walls are just stari--

He draws in a shaking breath. Naoki's seeing the kitchen again and, more importantly--]

R-Richard, whatever it...it's not...real.

[Isamu is unfamiliar with that part of Amala, but not the rest of it. He focuses on Naoki to avoid the way the walls keep trying to shift and move, red magatsuhi flowing along the floor.]

H-hey, man. You all right?

My father's...

[He closes his eyes for a long moment and swallows hard, taking a few deep breaths before he opens them again. It's not real. Of course it's not real. But seeing it had taken him back to the throne room, suddenly surrounded by his father's most trusted knights who had shattered that trust with a single swordstroke, and...]

... forgive me. It seems like I was seeing things as well.

[And he's moving to go pick up the teakettle from where it came to a halt a few inches in front of the refrigerator, a trail of water marking its path. He's trying to avoid looking at that water, though, just in case.]

[Naoki darts a glance over to Isamu after he spends a moment staring at the floor until the sight of the red magatsuhi fades. He grips at Isamu's wrist a little before turning his attention to Richard, crossing the kitchen toward him and bringing Isamu as long as he does.

If Richard's mentioning his father, well--Naoki remembers what he was told, about what happened to him. So, he reaches out his free arm to grip Richard's shoulder.]

Let me. You both sit.

[This... this makes him feel more grounded. Naoki is here. Richard is here. They're in Luceti, in their house.

He follows his friend to a seat and sits heavily, not letting go of his hand.]

Naoki...

[It's a half-hearted protest at best, because although he doesn't want to admit it, seeing that blood (or what he thought was blood) has shaken him a great deal. He's spent a lot of time trying very hard NOT to think about that entire incident; having it suddenly brought to the forefront of his mind on top of everything else that's been going on is jarring, to say the least.

So he'll just let Naoki lead him out to the living room and over to the couch, his mind too jumbled to protest further.]

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