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!

Comments

[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.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[Adell glanced back over to the table... with the Flandre there gone. ...He doesn't quite get what's going on, but instead, he just gently rests a hand on top of Flandre's head and tossles her hair softly.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre flinches under Adell's hand at first; she's not used to being touched.

...on the other hand, she really likes headrubs. So she'll nuzzle right back to where she was.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[He's not in any hurry to go anywhere. So he'll just stay here for a good, long while, holding her and stroking her hair reassuringly.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Hope you don't mind an almost catatonic relaxed bitty vampire on you, Adell, because that's what she is now.


...at least she isn't drooling on him. Vampire drool is kinda numbing. Also gross.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't mind. And in fact, settles in to hold her for a good long while. Poor thing really needs it.]