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!

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YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Click. Click. Click. Almost like she's gasping for breath.

She wants to move, tear herself away from those awful, horrible nails, but cannot. She wants to cry out, to scream, but cannot.

Click.

On top of all of this, there is an unpleasant prickling sensation boring into the back of Adell's head. Exactly like he's being watched, stared at, accused.


Click.]

1/2

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[He blinks again, and the images fade out. He rushes over to her on the table and tries to see if she's conscious. It turns out that it looks like she is.]

Flandre?! Flandre! Come on...

[With a click of her jaws, the images flash back into Adell's mind for a split second. Is that what she's...

Adell goes with his instincts on this one.]

...Flandre! It's not really happening! You're not there! Listen to my voice! It's me...

2/2

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[There's a tingling feeling in the back of Adell's mind right then. He feels like something's out to get him... it could be something happening to his own mind, or it might be genuine. In either case, he quickly raises his guard and turns around to look for the source of the feeling.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[...an unfamiliar voice? No, a familiar one...saying her name. Calling to her. They never said her name...

But Flandre just makes an odd croaking sound in response; not properly a word, but not a sound she has ever made before.

The vampire's teeth clack together again.


And when Adell turns around, there is Flandre--again. But rather than dull, agonized points, her eyes are bright, angry red coals.

This is not a very friendly stare.

Click.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[The clacking is right about when Adell gets a view of the active Flandre, who's gazing at him accusingly with eyes like a vicious demon.

He grits his teeth, thinking it might be another illusion. And with the next clicking of his teeth, the room around him flickers again, and for a brief moment, the bloodstained walls are back. ...And the Flandre in front of him changes slightly. Instead of her multi-colored filial wings, they're momentarily replaced with what look like... metallic wings, with crystals of all the various colors of the rainbow hanging from them, eerily refracting the dim light from the hallucinatory dining room.

And with another quick flash, they're gone, though the glowing eyes of this little vampire remain.

His guard's up still, but...]

Flandre? What...

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre growls at Adell's voice, this time--a sound less heard than felt, rumbling through the floor.

What she sees is not Adell. She sees a hateful, faceless caricature of a surgeon.]



[...oh dear.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[Adell staggers back a step when that sort of pure, seething rage comes from her. He's unnerved by a tone he's never, ever heard from Flandre before, much less imagined her using... feral, unhinged, and hateful.

He doesn't let down his guard. Not for a second. If she's hallucinating like he is, she might not even be seeing him for what he actually is.]

...Flandre? It's me. Adell.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Click. The vampire stalks after Adell, fangs bared and growling again. There is no spark of recognition in her gaze; Flandre still hasn't realized this thing from her nightmares isn't there. Isn't real. No matter how abstract it seems to be.]



[Click.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[His tone becomes more firm, despite her aggressive gesture. He's readied to grapple with her if she tries to lunge for him.]

Snap out of it, Flandre. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm your friend, Adell. Whatever you're seeing isn't real.

1/2

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre stops, as if she was listening. The growling even stops, aseemingly considering this...]

2/2

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[The only warning is the way she tenses--just before pouncing with a terrible snarl.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[He's still ready. That feral snarl prompts him to guard and he braces himself for the oncoming pounce.

Flandre's strength is surprising, but she doesn't have quite enough power to knock Adell over. In retaliation, Adell's going to try to shove her back away from him and hopefully knock her off balance.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[...he doesn't fall, as expected. He keeps standing and--shoves her away. Flandre flails back, clawed hands scything at the air, and flares her wings out to catch herself.

There isn't any hesitation before her wings bristle and she dives back at Adell, this time with her claws raised.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[When it's clear she won't stop her assault, Adell lunges forward at her as well, looking to try to grab her. He can't attack her, because she's completely out of her mind, but maybe if he can restrain her in a grapple she'll snap out of it.

He's going to try to aim for grabbing her wrists to prevent the claw attacks, first and foremost.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Adell succeeds with his grapple attempt, but--

My, those are some sharp looking teeth.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[...Right. Vampires have teeth. He's promptly reminded of that as they sink into his shoulder. Thankfully she missed his neck...

For what it's worth, Adell's skin is considerably tougher than what Flandre should expect from a human... and his demonic blood definitely tastes different. Either way, that hurt. Quite a bit at that.

Still, with all his might he tries to pull Flandre out of his shoulder and turn her around. Ideally, he can pin her arms to her sides while he's doing it, but it'll probably be difficult with how much she's likely lashing about.]

Flandre! Get ahold of yourself!

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre wasn't very well versed in such things; she has no concept of how difficult actually biting someone should be. And that blood tastes foul; enough to make her recoil--just in time to be dragged out of range.

The vampire certainly isn't going easily--she turns into a thrashing, snapping, violent thing, even moreso than before.

She's still not listening.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[It takes several moments of struggling to try to get Flandre locked down into a hold. His Mana power starts flowing rapidly through him and he's moving to turn the grapple into a bear hug.]

Come on, Flandre... please, just... snap out of it!

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[This kind of protracted struggle wasn't something Flandre was used to--or particularly good at. Most hostile encounters tended to end in the space of five seconds--usually with someone occupying a surface area rather than a volume.

After a moment, she seems to tire.

A moment longer, and she...suddenly stops. Still trembling, breathing hard, but no longer actively struggling.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[...He's still cautious, but he softens his voice to something more natural, and hopefully more soothing.]

Flandre? It's me, Adell. You're safe. You're in Luceti, you're in your house... can you understand me, Flandre?

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre is quiet, except for the sound of her own breathing. She tries to wriggle and squirm away a few times--but nothing like before.

...after a seemingly long time of nothing happening, nothing but the voice burbling around her ears, the vampire becomes slightly confused.]


...aren't you going to hurt me?

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

No. I'm not. I would never want to hurt you, Flandre.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[The vampire looks up almost quizzically--and finally sees Adell as properly Adell, not as a faceless enemy. Her eyes were clear, now; still glowing, because they always did, but not angry little coals anymore.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[Adell smiles to her. She understood. He loosened his hold on her into something more of a gentle hug.]

Don't worry. You're safe here. We'll protect you from anyone who would hurt you.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[The vampire plops her chin down on Adell's arms (not that it was very far to go). The only sign of the thrashing, manic thing from before is how strong her grip is, also clinging to Adell's arms.

...click.]

Stop it.

[And without so much as an initial warning, the Flandre sprawled on the table...disappears. As if she never existed in the first place. But unlike the false images, this one didn't come back.]