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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[endthem.livejournal.com]

[ignoring the ground that seemed to be crawling with...something, Legato takes a step closer. He can't see who it is clearly, with the way these things--bugs, rats, bits of meat--are swarming all over]

[goldenglasses]

[There's something moving behind him. Vash sits bolt upright and spins around. It was another Legato with blood slowly pouring out of a hole in the middle of his head. Vash lays there for a moment, blinking long and slow trying to make you go away.]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[this Legato is not going away. In fact, he's getting closer, peering down as if he can't quite make out who this is. He should be able to tell, he should be able to tell without even looking. But...something isn't right. He can't decide who this is.]

...Vash?

[goldenglasses]

L-Legato? [Is it the real Legato? It's not going away, but the way that flesh is slowly rotting away makes it hard for Vash to be sure.]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[...no. Wait. It's not Vash; he was wrong. Legato's eyes widen, as that face suddenly comes into focus]

--Master.

[goldenglasses]

[Okay, none of his visions have called him that before.] No, I'm not your Ma- [Wait. If Legato thinks he's Knives then saying that might not be good.] I'm not Knives.

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[he narrows his eyes, trying to see through Knives' face. Knives. It was him, he could see him, he could sense--]

...No.

[turning away, Legato shut his eyes, putting out a hand to lean against a tree. Focus.]

[goldenglasses]

[While you focus, Vash works on standing up, but as he does so he sees that his hands are covered in blood. He starts rubbing them frantically against his coat before he can stop himself.]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[he senses the motion, doesn't want to open his eyes. He knows it's not Knives. It can't be.]

What are you doing? [distracted and tense, hearing the sound of chains nearby] ...What is going on?

[goldenglasses]

The Malnosso. It's an experiment. [Simple, quick answers. Maybe those will get through, past what they were each seeing.]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[good idea, Vash. That gets through enough, helps him get a handle on the situation.

And then there is a familiar voice, an invisible presence looming up right beside him and he whirls toward it before he can catch himself. Every sense is being tricked, in dizzying random turns]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is a bit more lucky, his visions leave, and he can clearly see you there now.] They're making us see things that aren't really there. For now all we can tell ourselves that they're not real and they can't hurt us until their gone.

[endthem.livejournal.com]

...Experiment.

[maybe if he just keeps his eyes closed, ignores the presences that he's sensing and knows aren't there, pretends the voices aren't real...]

How much longer is this going to last?

[goldenglasses]

Probably will last until the end of the month. After Halloween.

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[one hand still leaning against the tree, Legato shifts to support a little more weight. He can't help it. Even with such a frustratingly undying will, he's distracted, tired. Rapidly losing strength. If he couldn't find his way out of these woods soon and back to some sort of shelter...]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is quiet. Afraid to make a move while he's not sure if Legato is stuck in a hallucination or not. After a few more moments though he realizes that not all the blood on Legato's coat has left. He waited for it to disappear with the rest of the visions, but that drying blood stayed right where it was. He couldn't resist asking any longer.]

Legato. Are you hurt?

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[that...was a very good question. Still looking pretty delirious, Legato brings a hand experimentally to one of two new holes in his torso, pulls it away and-- oh. That was a lot of blood]

[distantly, almost musing] Yes.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash takes a step back. Someone... shot Legato? He blinks a few times expecting it to go away. Shit, it's not going away and that's a lot of blood.] You're losing too much blood. [You should fix that.]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[twice, actually. Legato takes a weak step back, staring at his hand. The blood was crawling, flickering in and out of view. At times just staining his fingers, and at times drenching his entire arm, dripping off in ropey loops of gore]

1/?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs. It was obvious Legato wasn't going to be able to help himself in this state and if he just walked away he'd bleed to death.]

2/?

[goldenglasses]

3/?

[goldenglasses]

4/6?

[goldenglasses]

5/6

[goldenglasses]

[...it would be a chance to try to make up for what he did.]

6/6

[goldenglasses]

[It's what Rem would do.] Legato... [He reaches into his pocket and takes out the small first aid kit he had placed there after running into Ginko earlier and realizing it had been missing.] ...I'm going to help you. I'm not going to hurt you. [He takes a careful step forward to test the water.]