lucetilogs | 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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[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.]

[Vash reaches for his gun that isn't there. Curses slightly and the Knives starts laughing at him. He snaps and rushes in, intent on punching his "brother" across the face.]

[And, much to Bern's dismay, the punch connects. She has no time to react from her coughing fits and is sent flying a couple feet by the impact. However, she quickly recovers and stands up from the ground, spitting out some specks of blood.]

Is that all you can offer, witch's pawn?

[As his fist connects Vash snaps out of his hullisionation with a look of horror.] W-what did I just do!? [Punching someone doesn't equal helping them.]

[Bern doesn't respond. Unfortunately, that punch isn't enough to snap her out completely, but before she can even summon her scythe again she quickly collapses to the ground again, clutching her stomach and coughing in pain.]

Kaaah---!

[Oh god, how hard did he hit her? Vash rushes over, kneeling down beside you.] What's wrong! Is it your stomach?

[She gets up to her knees and looks down at her stomach.

Entrails.

Her intestines.

Her entire mid-section is cut open and her insides are threatening to pour out. The only thing holding them back is her hands. She doesn't register Vash's voice, only staring down at her stomach and pushing her hands to it as hard as she can.]

[Vash puts a gentle hand on your cheek, not trying to move your head, but hoping the slightly more tender touch might jolt you out of your vision.] Whatever you're seeing. It's not real. It's not real. Please, you have to snap out of this.

[She looks up at him, a bitter smirk on her face.]

You're wrong. It's real. It's all real. No matter what it will always be real.

[Whether she's hallucinating still or not can't be discerned by her monotonous tone and wide eyed look.]

No, it's just Luceti. Luceti is playing tricks on your vision and mind. It's not real. It's not real!

[She brushes his hand away from her face and stands up.]

I'm going to go now. [She turns away, but before she starts to walk, she addresses him again.]

Forget everything that happened here today. If you do not I will kill you as many times as I must until the memory leaves your mind forever.

[We're sorry, you get to rid of Vash that easily.] W-wait! Can you breath again? Are you hurt?

[She turns around.]

Perfectly fine.

[That was a lie though. She could still see it. Her entrails were pouring out, her intestines covering the ground and it all felt so real. But it was already dull in her mind. The pain was almost beyond her and she couldn't even feel anything anymore. So, it was fine. She did this all before and she could go through it again.]

Head my warning, optimist.

Just... be careful. You never know when these visions might hit or how bad they'll be.

...Hmph.

[Saying just that she begins to walk off. The urge to kill him right there and now is still in her, but just staying up and keeping sane is becoming a chore. It will have to wait. So as she walks a blue glow overcomes her body and she vanishes.]

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goldenglasses - 2010-10-30 01:22 (UTC) - Expand