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

[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.