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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[fourteen]

[ she feels kind of bad for asking, now. Xion bites her lip, looking concerned for him. ]

I can't really blame you. [ shakes her head ] It's not like that for me. At least, they don't get any worse with other people around...

[ she hesitates, debating asking if he's okay while simultaneously wondering if that's a stupid question. ]

[notabluesbro]

[Before he notices her hesitation, he notices the figure standing to the side of her—an older man in suspenders, bottle in one hand, blank stare blocking out her last sentence in his mind. But he manages to look natural, smiling while the figure fades in and out in the corners of his vision. It makes him angry, angrier than any other vision has made him, but he's calm on the outside. His clenched fists are hidden in his pockets.

Instead, he keeps looking at the water. He would have preferred to deal with the crowds than have to see that sack of shit again.]

That's good—just make sure you don't stay out after the fog rolls in... Whatever's in there, no one seems capable of staying away from it.

[fourteen]

[ Xion doesn't notice anything, instead just watching him. Why... wait, why is he suddenly looking at her that way? Did he just tell her to stay out after the fog rolls in? Xion's brow creases as both her bunny ears seem to twitch and swivel to face him. ]

... what did you just say?

[notabluesbro]

[He looks at her; maybe she was as tired as she was, because he's not much for hearing things the first time people say them after a long day. So he repeats]

I said you shouldn't stay out of the fog—it can be pretty dangerous, from what I hear.

[fourteen]

[ she stares at him like he's suddenly sprouted another head, her bunny ears all a-quiver. then abruptly she looks away, pressing her hands over her ears and shutting her eyes.]

That can't be right... you helped me, you wouldn't tell me to stay out in the fog... go away... [ it's clear that part's not meant for him -- just for whatever is making her hear these awful things, making her see that odd look on his face.

her wings flutter with her sudden anxiety. is that -- is that blood, flicking off of her feathers? ]

[notabluesbro]

[He notices the ears, the blood, the sudden fear—and he puts his hands out as if to say he wasn't going to hurt anyone.]

Xion, you all right?

[This isn't good at all—most of his hallucinations have been straight-forward, but there are some people getting reality twisted into some horrible fiction. He curses this place quietly.]

Your wings...

[He reaches forward with a grim look on his face, grabbing the edge of his trench coat and pulling it back to expose the wing a little more. Was this just a fake images he was seeing? Had to be.]

[fourteen]

[ Xion's eyes only open when he actually grabs the trench coat, apparently not having heard his first question, and she starts a little in surprise. ]

What...?

[ she shrugs the coat off a little, too, fully exposing both wings. they're reddened... but there isn't any blood, anywhere.

Xion gives him a long, searching look, then a deeply sad, apologetic smile. ]

I'm fine.

[notabluesbro]

[He leans back, clearly unsure about that answer. But, as usual, there's not much he can really do. He's stuck being an observer, and for that he feels like he's looking through left open windows that he has no business peering through. He instead nods, and sits on the railing of the bridge with a little jump.

He points a finger at her, grinning.]

Well—I don't know much about you other than your name, and that's no good! If it'll help take your mind off these stupid mindgames, maybe you could tell me about yourself. Or maybe where you come from? Or even your favorite food!

I hear chatting about stuff like this is good for the nerves.

[fourteen]

[ again, she pulls the coat a little more tightly around her body to keep the cold out, consciously keeping her wings still, now.

but she blinks at his display, for a moment clearly not sure what to make of this strange man. no one's ever been quite so forward about getting to know her before. there's no way she can tell this person, still a relative stranger, all about her bizarre and terrible nature.

so she smiles, thinking she'll keep as far from the secrets as she can. ] Only if you tell me the same things! [ she wraps her arms around herself, humming in momentary thought. ] The world I came from is called The World That Never Was. It was always dark there, and the seasons never changed, but it rained sometimes. And, well ... I don't know if I have a favorite food. I really like sweet things, though. [ sheepish grin. ]

[notabluesbro]

[When you travel around, you learn fairly quickly over time that the best way to get to each destination is to simply talk to whoever's nearby. He wasn't much of a social butterfly before he started traveling around with a set destination.

Hn... but those were some of his more darker years, he supposed.]

The World that Never Was... Sounds a little like my own, in a way. [He smiles a bit at the comparison.] I'm from a little desert planet—we weren't supposed to even land there, but... well. We make the most of it. It doesn't rain and there's no source of water above ground, but we manage with what's under the earth.

[fourteen]

You know about other worlds?

[ a little excited. not everyone does, after all! usually Luceti is their first experience with it. ]

How did you get there if you weren't supposed to land there, anyway? It sounds hard... did you like it there?

[notabluesbro]

Unfortunately, I only know about two—before I was even born, humans lived on a place called Earth. Not really too sure on the details, but that place turned unlivable, so... we had to leave it.

[He pauses—Vash had told him everything. About how Knives had caused them to fall onto Gunsmoke, how many people were killed in the process... And he decides instantly against ever uttering it to anyone. It wasn't his place to.]

I guess the ships malfunctioned and they all had to crash-land there. It was a pretty tough existence, not gonna lie... If the sun didn't kill ya', there were always a variety of bandits and thugs to watch out for—a tough place for an orphan.

But... I guess when the people there are good people, they're really good people. I've ran into some that seemed too good to be true, in a dustbowl like that...

[fourteen]

[ wow, he just said so many different things to ping her she's not sure where to start, she's quiet for a moment, considering his words, before speaking. ]

Well, that's still one more than most people. I still find it strange, sometimes, since I've been to way more than two.

But... did you grow up like that, in such a tough place, with no parents? [ a pause ] I don't have parents either... and The World That Never Was could be a hard place to live in, because we were always fighting and you had to keep up... so I know what you mean about good people. [ she smiles with such warmth. ] My two best friends from there are here in Luceti with me. I got really lucky... both in having them here and ever meeting them. I don't know what I would have done if not for them.

[notabluesbro]

[He rubbed the back of his head, thoughtful. He did tend to be a bit too chatty at the most random moments. Maybe it was the fact that he hasn't seen a hallucination in the last few comments, and it's... been nice. Though it sure as hell won't last very long.]

Well—yeah... There were a lot of kids who ended up parentless. It was just the way things were.

[He smiles, though it's tough to match a warmth like that, miss.]

Good—that's great to hear! Two of my really good friends are here, too, so I think we really are lucky, eh? Even if Luceti can be a real bastard, it's nice to have friends around...

[fourteen]

[ you know, you really shouldn't tempt fate like that, Wolfwood.

either way, Xion smiles at him in earnest ]

It is. Even if Luceti does horrible things like all the visions we've been having lately, this place has become my home. I still don't think I'd want to leave. So many of my friends here are from worlds I'd never even heard of before...

[ hey, wait. what's that? Xion trails off her smile fading into surprise as she stares around them. to hear, a mass of Heartless have suddenly erupted from the ground, all Shadows, twitching and shaking their heads and staring with their bulbous yellow eyes.

Xion's surprise turns to something serious as her eyes narrow. She doesn't seem scared in the least -- more like grim. ]

Do you see them?

[notabluesbro]

[He looks back, shoulders rigid and stern like a man who would fight if he had to—they'd always been that way. But when there was nothing there, his frown shrank and he shook his head. Even if nothing was there, he had an idea that it wasn't friends. The look she has is like someone who, had they'd been real, would have fought them away however she could.]

No. Unwanted hallucinated guests of yours?

[fourteen]

[ Xion's mouth tightens, her jaw clenching. She's keeping an unbelievably tight reign on every reflex, every battle-honed instinct, that's telling her to get up and fight. she knows they're not really there. but it leaves her tense, her spine rigid and her hands curled into fists. ]

They creep closer, slowly. An uncharacteristic look of mild disgust curls Xion's lip. ]

They're called Heartless. Back home... it feels like such a long time ago now, but it was my job to fight them. Every day... for almost a year. [ a beat ] I know they're not real, but they're not going away. Can we leave?

[notabluesbro]

[He understands the look, and turns with a quiet wave of his robe's hem and a hand hefting the crucifix over one shoulder with precision and strength.]

Any time you want.