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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Edited 2010-10-28 15:24 (UTC)

[The past haunts Kratos as he takes a break from the horror the house had turned into. Lloyd, Anna, Svala, Soleille, even his father and mother, whom he only barely recognized, appear at the sides of his vision and call to him, all with desperation in their voices.

But they aren't real, and he knows it. He walks on without a glance, without a change in his expression. Once he sees a resident kneeling and holding onto a dog near the plaza, Kratos is pretty sure she's real, as she isn't fading or turning into some kind of monstrosity. He walks closer until he's standing a few feet away, then kneels down.]

Miss.

S-Sir?

[He may not know her, but just because she's a stranger doesn't mean that Kratos should turn a blind eye to her. Once he has her attention, he hesitates, then holds out his hand. An offering for a friend, and also to let her confirm that yes, he's real.]

You need not suffer alone.

Who are you?

I am Kratos.

[Now she has another form of support, and someone who can talk to her. Animal companions are wonderful - he knows that from his own, but he also knows that there's something about human companionship that offers a different sense of comfort.]

And yourself?

Winry.

Thank you. Was I... in your way?

No, not at all. If you'd rather we move out of the path, however, I have no objections.

We can find a bench, I suppose.

All right.

[He stands and straightens, though he's careful about helping Winry up. Kratos is by no means a touchy feely person, but with everything the way it is... It might be good for her to have someone to hold onto and affirm that they're there. So, he'll keep a hold on her hand as he leads her to a bench, the only sign of his own personal demons attacking him being his eyes narrowing slightly.]

I saw things, and heard things. They weren't real, I think... other people are doing the same?

[Kratos glances back at Den, ignoring the illusion of the dog's head suddenly splitting into the head of an Exubula. He does, at least, acknowledge that the dog is there.]

Yes... I, too, am seeing and hearing things that should not be here. It seems the entire village is suffering.

You are? Are they really bad, or...?

[Sapphire hadn't set foot on the ground since early in the morning. The upside to this is that it's easier to spot things from the rooftops, an important point when patrolling. And what's this?]

...Hey! Winry!

[She doesn't come down, but Rono and Toro - who are following Sapphire's path through the streets below - approach Winry to see what's wrong.]

Hello?

[Rono rumbles with worry, leaning down to blink at Winry and Den. Sapphire moves forward as though to leap down, but wavers hesitantly, casting a quick, helpless glance at Toro before calling out again.]

Winry! Are ya okay?!

I - yes?

[Encouraged by the happy...mutant Mightyena thing, Rono nudges Winry's shoulder with the blunt tip of his helmet, with a quiet "graaaw".]

...Ya should probably get home! It's dangerous out!

[That, and seeing someone just sitting chest-deep in slowly-rising water is skitzing Sapphire out a tiny bit, as much as she knows it's not real.]

But I have to... I was on my way to... Hello, you.

[After a few seconds, Sapphire jumps down to the street, walking over to Winry herself. She shifts from foot to foot as she stands there, looking a bit uncomfortable.]

That's fine too, as long as it ain't sittin' around outside! People are runnin' around actin' all kinds of crazy!

They are?

Is there something wrong?

[Nod!]

Ehh, this place is really creepin' me out. Not enough ta give up the patrol, of 'coz! Gotta make sure that everyone's safe at home, or gettin' there!