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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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[When he starts to get closer she moves back a few spaces. She won't attack yet, but if he keeps pushing it she might be forced to.]

Do you...have.....it? The......solution. I need-- [another string of coughs] --it......can't....escape.

[He stops as you back away, not wanting to scare or stress you out anymore than you must already be.] Solution? What do you need? Please, I want to help.

Help? [And in that moment. Everything stops. Everything. No movement. No breathing. No recognition. Nothing. Nothing at all.]

[And then.]

[She laughs.]

[Laughs. Laughs. Laughs. Laughs. Laughs. Laughs-- just hysterical laughing.]

[Vash takes a step back. That's a bit... disturbing, but at least she's breathing?]

[The laughter continues for a good minute, but then abruptly stops.

Bern gives a crooked smile to the person in front of her. Whoever he may be. Her recognition has gone down the drain and she can't even tell who this person is. Is he the witch that is torturing her, is he the Master who trapped her here, is he the Answer she has been typing away for, she has no idea anymore.]

Have you ever read Hamlet?

No, why? [Now he's not sure if she's hallucinating or not, but no way is he letting his guard down now.]

[She scoffs.]

It's a very poetic tale. A prince's father, the king of Denmark, dies and his uncle marries his mother, the queen, and becomes the new king. The father comes to the prince at night as a spirit and proclaims that his uncle killed him and that he must take revenge.

[She laughs a little again, but begins to cough once more. It only lasts for a few seconds, but when it's over she picks the bottom of the scythe from the ground and removes the support from it. She can now stand normally.]

The tale is incredibly long and is regarded as a classic masterpiece in tragedy. ...The witch told me...that if I can type it all out in the dark, by punching what I think are the right letters, I can go home. Typing randomly I can recreate Hamlet and that would be a miracle.

[She laughs again.]

.....Why is...it so...dark? Quiet and dark. Dark and quiet. It's infuriatingly horrifically quiet.

It's not dark, you're having a hallucination. Luceti is playing tricks on your mind.

You're wrong. It's too quiet. It's too dark. I can't breathe, I can't speak, it feels like my throat is on fire and you're here to mock me, you witch's pawn.

[She moves back again, holding the scythe a bit tighter in her hand.] Stay away. I can solve this. I can type it out. I don't care if they all say I'll be here in this dark room forever, I can do this because I'm me and nobody else.

You can speak, you're talking to me right?

I'm not with the witch. My name is Vash, I'm from Luceti.

That's just a delusion in my head. I'm still in the room. I always will be. Until I can type it out and make a miracle I will remain there for eternity.

Now leave witch's pawn. Do not think I will give up because of your mockery known as torture.

Please, I only want to help. Is there anything I could do to prove that I am not with her?

...Actually, there is.

What is it?

[Once he says that, she takes the scythe and swings it at him. It should be easy enough to dodge, given their distance.]

A witch's pawn shouldn't die from a swing of a ceremonial scythe. Therefore, if you die then you aren't a pawn.

WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! [Jumping back away from the scythe] I don't want to die!

Can't I just... get a paper cut and prove I bleed or something!?

Edited 2010-10-29 02:32 (UTC)

Everyone bleeds. [And, just to prove it, she pulls down one of her arm sleeves.] See, even I'm bleeding and I'm not human at all!

[Of course, in reality, there is nothing there. No blood, no scars, absolutely nothing. But, to Bernkastel's eyes, her entire arm has been bashed up by the witch when she tries to squeeze her arm through the hopelessly large crack in the door.]

C-come on! There must be some other way than killing me!

[Bernkastel doesn't reply and only swings the scythe again, aiming for his mid-section]

[Jumping backwards away from that again.] But wait! I want to help! And if you kill me to prove I'm not with her than your help will be gone! What do you have to lose to trust me?

[She stops her movements.]

I don't need help! I can solve this on my own. Don't think of me as some weak feeble minded fool, you pawn! [She focuses and vanishes in a flash of blue, but reappears right behind Vash.] I won't be mocked! [And she swings again, aiming for the wings on his back.]

[Oh shit. Vash ducks and rolls out of the way, coming up in a squat.] Everyone needs help now and then.

Your brand of help isn't appreciated, pawn. I am not so gullible.

[She jumps from the ground and swings downward with the scythe, now aiming directly for his head.]

[Vash jumps out of the way, but this time when he lands his face as gone from sympathetic to angry.]

Stop this Knives! I won't let you hurt anymore people! [Whoops, guess who's slipped into his own hallucination.]

Hah-! To think the witch's pawn has forgotten the captive's na-

[Another string of violent coughs come out. Please leave a message after the cough.]

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