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[OPEN LOG] SIGNLESS BLEEDS ON PEOPLE
Who: Signless and YOU
Where: Around the city, probably away from the downtown area.
When: March 30th.
What: The things that went into making Signless like this never really considered mental stability a worthwhile trait. Signless's scary psionics start manifesting blood everywhere when he forgets that he isn't a ghost.
Warnings: Blood, violence, weird horror mental shit. Trauma. Drama.
He thinks about being dead sometimes.
Less than you might expect, all considered. After all, as far as he can tell he was dead for at least a thousand sweeps before being brought back again, and he's not sure that he ever left Alternia in all that time. That existence doesn't mesh well with this one - in ways the Empire never bothered examining before sending him out.
There was a lot of things they didn't examine. They took him back, not that long ago, and he doesn't care to remember most of what happened while he was there. It's all just flashes of cold, wet, and pain.
He's been fulfilling his purpose, he keeps telling himself. He's been doing what he's supposed to be doing. Some nights that just isn't enough.
The full depths of the cycle leading up to this night doesn't bear explanation. All it takes to get started is really thinking about his death, and everything that came after. It turns into a repetitive, nagging thought that he can't get rid of, and the full weight of everything hits him all at once. His lair becomes stifling - more like a cage than ever. He feels wet, and dirty, and the weight of his body suit is smothering.
He's all but destroyed the walls when he finally leaves, but the effect comes with him. The energies of his own fear and pain congeals into bright red liquid - blood that leaks from his pours, and manifests on the ground and walls around him. He doesn't notice. He wraps himself in his cloak and leaves, and walks, and runs, because it's better than sitting still.
The trail of blood is thick in his path, and it lingers for entire blocks.
Where: Around the city, probably away from the downtown area.
When: March 30th.
What: The things that went into making Signless like this never really considered mental stability a worthwhile trait. Signless's scary psionics start manifesting blood everywhere when he forgets that he isn't a ghost.
Warnings: Blood, violence, weird horror mental shit. Trauma. Drama.
He thinks about being dead sometimes.
Less than you might expect, all considered. After all, as far as he can tell he was dead for at least a thousand sweeps before being brought back again, and he's not sure that he ever left Alternia in all that time. That existence doesn't mesh well with this one - in ways the Empire never bothered examining before sending him out.
There was a lot of things they didn't examine. They took him back, not that long ago, and he doesn't care to remember most of what happened while he was there. It's all just flashes of cold, wet, and pain.
He's been fulfilling his purpose, he keeps telling himself. He's been doing what he's supposed to be doing. Some nights that just isn't enough.
The full depths of the cycle leading up to this night doesn't bear explanation. All it takes to get started is really thinking about his death, and everything that came after. It turns into a repetitive, nagging thought that he can't get rid of, and the full weight of everything hits him all at once. His lair becomes stifling - more like a cage than ever. He feels wet, and dirty, and the weight of his body suit is smothering.
He's all but destroyed the walls when he finally leaves, but the effect comes with him. The energies of his own fear and pain congeals into bright red liquid - blood that leaks from his pours, and manifests on the ground and walls around him. He doesn't notice. He wraps himself in his cloak and leaves, and walks, and runs, because it's better than sitting still.
The trail of blood is thick in his path, and it lingers for entire blocks.