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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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[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.]

[Naoki looks satisfied at this as he sits between them, not minding Isamu's grip on his hand. The physical contact is grounding and, with this coming to mind, he takes one of Richard's hands in his free one, squeezing it slightly, as though to reassure him that he's there and, more importantly, real.]

There.

[Isamu takes a few deep breaths, feeling much better now that he's in company.

He finally lets out a chuckle.] Are we... are we just gonna sit here for a few hours, then?

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[Richard's answering laugh is strained but genuine as he gives Naoki's hand a soft squeeze.]

I certainly have no objections to that.

[Here a tiny smile flickers over Naoki's face and he shrugs his shoulders lightly without releasing either of their hands.]

I don't, either. Unless you have an appointment or something to keep, Isamu? [Trying to tease a little bit, now.]

Nah, I'll call off the dentist one. My teeth can survive a bit longer without fillings. [His voice is shaky, but he's trying.]

I'm afraid you're stuck with us for the time being, then.

[Richard's own voice is slightly shaky as well, though he too tries to hide it.]

[It's hard on the two of them, that much Naoki can tell, even if Richard's trying to hide it. Maybe he's used to seeing the things he's glimpsed already in his nightmares so he can push it back--and concentrate on keeping an eye out for them.]

There're worse people than us to be stuck with, at least.

Definitely.

[He rubs at the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.] The hell is all this, man...?

An experiment, most likely... which means it will last for a few more days, if the previous experiments we've had are any indication.

[There's a grim note to his voice as he says this, because he's honestly not sure he'll be able to stand a few more days of these horrible visions.]

[Naoki glances between the two of them, exhales thickly.]

It's only a couple more days. As long as we stick together like this, it won't be as bad...

Yeah... A-as long as I glue myself to your side. [Perhaps literally.

He keeps his eyes closed. If he can't see anything he can't hallucinate, right?]

[Richard's expression softens out into one of concern rather than fear. Isamu seems to be the worst off out of the three of them, at least so far...

Quietly he reaches his other hand over to find Isamu's free hand and give it a squeeze.]

We promised, didn't we? No matter what happens.

[Naoki gives Richard a little smile before turning his eyes back to his friend with a firm nod.]

Right? So don't expect us to leave you alone.

[And, with a flash of somewhat wry humour, can't help but think that Isamu's going to be sick of them whenever this experiment decides to end.]

Not any different from normal then, huh?

[Man, his humor's falling flat today. He needs to work on that.]

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