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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House 44

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre will probably be in four different places on this lovely, horrible day. All at once.


A) That eyes-on-the-back-of-your-brain feeling is very real, this time. Turn around, and you will see a pair of glowing red eyes staring at you out of the shadows.

B) She could be standing facing a corner, muttering inaudibly to herself--and smashing her head against the wall, clawing deep scratches into the paneling. Flandre doesn't seem to have noticed that her fingertips have started to bleed.

C) The most nightmare fuel inducing fun one. At first glance, entering a room, the vampire just seems to be sprawled on a table with her arms spread out--staring vacantly at the ceiling.

Look again, and you see nails. Iron nails, in a crude substitution for surgical pins, have been hammered through her throat, her wrists, her knees and her ankles. Her ribcage has been sawed open, and some rather important internal organs seem to be missing.

Flandre's jaws snap a few times. She's very much alive.

D) Or she will be tearing through the house screaming her head off for no readily apparent reason and possibly bowling people over--or attacking.


Someone has some issues, to put it lightly.


Will she kill you? Probably not.

Will she maul you? Well, that depends at how good you are at evasive maneuver.]

[A]

[littlestdevil.livejournal.com]

[Someone's got a baaaaaaad feeling about this...]

Um... Miss Flandre?

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Probably a good survival instinct to have. That is not a very nice stare.

And now she's growling--if the way the floor, the walls, even the air seems to quake with the sound could even be called that.

She doesn't see Koakuma; there is no recognition in her eyes. She sees a faceless, anonymous and very human enemy instead.]

[littlestdevil.livejournal.com]

[Recognizing the apparent danger, Koa takes a step back...and right onto a pencil that had somehow found its way to the floor. When it rolls underneath her foot, she slips and falls backward.

Being on the floor in a situation like this is bad. Very bad.

She begins scrambling to get back to her feet before Flandre can act, but is she fast enough? Probably not.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[The enemy was weak--fallen down, running away!

Flandre's chase instinct melds with her fear, overpowers it--and the growl turns into a hideous snarl.

Then she pounces, claws raised.]

[littlestdevil.livejournal.com]

[Noticing that she won't be up in time, Koakuma rolls to one side in an effort to evade the pounce, ignoring the discomfort and possible pain in her back from going over one of her own wings.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre...completely misses. Though there is a sizable dent--or small splintery crater, it's not terribly important--in the floor, the vampire skids away anyway, even when she digs her claws in. There was quite a bit of momentum there.]

Hit me with [C]... and then [A].

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[Adell walks by the dining room later in the evening, the house... eerily quiet. Most people must still be in their rooms right now, and the soundproofing keeps the house very, very quiet.

...Which makes it telling when he hears a loud clicking noise coming from the dining room. ...The hell is it? So... he goes inside. Oddly, the lights seem to be dimmer than normal, barely giving much light when he steps in. But there, sprawled on the table, lies Flandre.

...That's not too weird. A little strange that she'd be lying there, but whatever.

And then Adell blinks.

And everything in his vision changes. Blood spattered all over the table and room, leaking from large nails hammered into various points all over her body, holding her down. And that's not to say anything for the massive hole in her chest cavity he doesn't dare look into once he realizes it's there. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he could swear he's hearing the little vampire screaming in agony but the only sound coming from her....

...is that clicking of her jaws which alerted him here in the first place.]

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Click. Click. Click. Almost like she's gasping for breath.

She wants to move, tear herself away from those awful, horrible nails, but cannot. She wants to cry out, to scream, but cannot.

Click.

On top of all of this, there is an unpleasant prickling sensation boring into the back of Adell's head. Exactly like he's being watched, stared at, accused.


Click.]

1/2

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[He blinks again, and the images fade out. He rushes over to her on the table and tries to see if she's conscious. It turns out that it looks like she is.]

Flandre?! Flandre! Come on...

[With a click of her jaws, the images flash back into Adell's mind for a split second. Is that what she's...

Adell goes with his instincts on this one.]

...Flandre! It's not really happening! You're not there! Listen to my voice! It's me...

2/2

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[There's a tingling feeling in the back of Adell's mind right then. He feels like something's out to get him... it could be something happening to his own mind, or it might be genuine. In either case, he quickly raises his guard and turns around to look for the source of the feeling.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[...an unfamiliar voice? No, a familiar one...saying her name. Calling to her. They never said her name...

But Flandre just makes an odd croaking sound in response; not properly a word, but not a sound she has ever made before.

The vampire's teeth clack together again.


And when Adell turns around, there is Flandre--again. But rather than dull, agonized points, her eyes are bright, angry red coals.

This is not a very friendly stare.

Click.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[The clacking is right about when Adell gets a view of the active Flandre, who's gazing at him accusingly with eyes like a vicious demon.

He grits his teeth, thinking it might be another illusion. And with the next clicking of his teeth, the room around him flickers again, and for a brief moment, the bloodstained walls are back. ...And the Flandre in front of him changes slightly. Instead of her multi-colored filial wings, they're momentarily replaced with what look like... metallic wings, with crystals of all the various colors of the rainbow hanging from them, eerily refracting the dim light from the hallucinatory dining room.

And with another quick flash, they're gone, though the glowing eyes of this little vampire remain.

His guard's up still, but...]

Flandre? What...

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre growls at Adell's voice, this time--a sound less heard than felt, rumbling through the floor.

What she sees is not Adell. She sees a hateful, faceless caricature of a surgeon.]



[...oh dear.]

D

[1week-wizard.livejournal.com]

-And Patchy? Patchy has mistaken Flandre for a Hitlerjugend. Which means she's going to scream her own head off and run away. Because magic doesn't work on anyone who wears that accursed mark...-

Re: D

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Someone...someone running. Running away. Even though Patchouli's scream makes her flinch away, instinct is telling her to chase, chase, chase--and isn't leaving any room for intervening thought.

The vampire has taken off, though her flight is unsteady at best. She hasn't caught up to her just yet, but she just might. And soon.]

[1week-wizard.livejournal.com]

-OH GOD HAVE MERCY! Patchy can't run forever, and eventually find herself cowering in a corner.-

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Aaand...once again, Flandre misses. The blow that would have smashed Patchouli's head into the wall instead connects with said wall somewhere above it, causing her arm to sink up to the elbow in splinters.

Flandre snarls--mostly in frustration, and only a little pain even though more than a dozen tiny cuts have been ripped open on her arm--and the vampire tries to pull herself free, flapping and struggling only a little bit above Patchy's head.]

[1week-wizard.livejournal.com]

-Patchy does the only thing she can do... cowering and crying hysterically.-

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre tears her arm out of the wall and...that wasn't right. That wasn't what happened next.

Her snarling stops, and she backs away, shaking her head.]


...who's there?

B

[redsynonymhere.livejournal.com]

[Remi is doing her best to keep her hand between Flan's head and the wall. Sheesh, sister.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[When the sound of the impacts change, Flandre abruptly stops, though she keeps staring straight ahead with an utterly blank expression.]

[redsynonymhere.livejournal.com]

Please stop this nonsense, Flandre.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[She seems to jolt awake.]

...Remi? Remi, Remi!

[Now instead of bashing the wall in with her face, Flandre clings to her sister, trying to bury her face in Remilia's shoulder. Her voice is a bit muffled.]

They're here. Bad people. They're in the house.

[redsynonymhere.livejournal.com]

[Remi just encourages her to squeeze as hard as she can.]

It's okay, I ran them off. It's okay...