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    Unintenti-schizm

    Post by Nessa on Sun Nov 20, 2016 3:04 pm

    NOV. 18 ; 3:02 PM

    What just happened.

    In the blink of an eye, no, in a moment far faster than a blink of an eye, the night sky turned to day. People who weren't there before are, and the normal crowd of weekend warriors are gone. What in the world just happened? Nessa's body shifts to the side, suddenly dizzy. Does she remember anything else? Anything that could have happened? No. Nothing. Finding a street bench, she sits down, very disoriented. The Piper looks down at herself. Her Red and blue paisley dress drifts to and fro with the slight chill on the wind. Her wicker sandals feel scratchy under her feet. Yes. That's what she wore on the way out of her home. Did...

    As if her dizziness meant nothing, Nessa stood tall and quickly. Either someone, or something has caused some sort of rift. In time, space, or... something! Outrage plain on her face, she turns to the nearest alleyway and calls forth her aura. Dark shapes twist and undulate around the shadows of the pathway. Rats perk up out of hiding holes, eyes squinting in the light of day. Sorry dears, to wake you, but Mother needs information. Now.

    The minds of rats slide into her consciousness. Unfamiliar. What. New children? How many?!

    Nessa's body wavers again, slamming into the wall. She's panicking. Panicking?! The Demon Pied Piper does not PANIC. HOW much time has passed? HOW LONG.

    The thought rings out so terribly loud along the legion of rats in the city that the ones nearby actually flee. A couple, still privy to Mother, come forth. Her aura blazes bright red, her original children flooding out, last of all the smallest white rat.

    "Suzanne... What has happened?" The Piper picks up the small white rat, who is also in a tizzy. Her red eyes open wide and the ridge of fur on her back. Nessa brings her close to her chest and smooths back her fur, calming down slowly. Mother is here. Calm thyself, child. She makes small clicking noises behind her cheeks, something she hasn't done in a very long time for Suzanne. Not since the child was very new. The Immortal closes her own eyes, already tired, and fear gripping at her. Confusion swirling in her thoughts, she lets out a sigh. She can't let too many question compile. She must compose herself. Squaring her back against the metal frame of the building, she realizes she had sat down. When did that happen? She... she needs something. Something familiar. Some...ONE. Her blood listens to her call. Around her wrist she touches a tattoo. A small speck, calling out to a very special necklace. In hopes it would work.

    Mausi. Livewire... wh... oh no.

    Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, responses become more apparent and panic fades from the leylines of Mischief.

    You've been gone so very long mother...

    Memories and sights flood into her mind so quickly she almost seizes. Quickly getting back her bearing, she scratches at the concrete beneath her and stands. Her long dreadlocks wildly flailing behind her head, her aura a physical wind as she strides back onto the main street. She could glean only a small amount from the tide of thoughts, but this much was certain: she had been gone for months.

    Her aura snakes out like a guiding beacon above her. This is one of the few times Nessa WANTS to be found.
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    Re: Unintenti-schizm

    Post by Nessa on Sat Nov 26, 2016 8:25 pm

    After an hour...

    She grows tired. Her paranoia beginning to grow. What is going on? Her brain scatters. And panic grows to an all time high. Her body slumps to the ground. Her beacon, though she has plenty of aura and energy to continue, dissipates. What is she doing? She's been gone for MONTHS. She can't just do that in the middle of the city! She isn't thinking clearly. She needs to hide and rest, and think, and...

    RRRUNNNN

    And just like that, her panic overflows. What if whatever took her away takes her again?! What if everyone she knew here was gone?! Did anyone die?! Kev? Fear? Lunette? ..Liv...

    Her eyes waver, and she grabs at her hip, Carnwennan leaning into her grip, as if wanting to be wielded.

    And she is gone. Her aura gone, her body flying along the Shroud. A sewer grate pops up, and then closes immediately.

    She might not be wounded, but she is frightened. Time to lay low... and find out what is going on.
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    Re: Unintenti-schizm

    Post by Livewire on Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:07 pm

    Location: 225 Broadband Boulevard
    Time: One hour ago




    She had been doing better.

    Really, she had. Against all of her own expectations and, in no small part due to the tenderly relentless actions of her guardians, Livewire was doing better.  It was difficult.  Painful for all involved, she thought, from what she was able to gleen when the task of going outside and interacting wasn't too daunting to perform.  People seemed to handle her carefully now.  Maybe it was her renewed muteness, maybe it was how she was always ducking behind either guardian or tome. She didn't know what she did to display how raw everything was, but she was thankful all the same that people responded to it.

    As it was, a more prideful streak of her hated how she had to be so carefully handled now. As it also was, the rest of her was very aware that this time, she had broken into shards that didn't fit back together quite as well as they used to.  She didn't know. Livewire had considered that part of her rather poetic, but the worse it got the less romantic it all seemed. There was nothing deep or profound about feeling sickened by exposure, even if it was exposure to people she loved.

    But there was something deep to cupcakes. Or at least, Livewire liked to think so. Raspberry-filled cupcakes were sitting neatly in colorful paper cups on the counter, filling the kitchen with their deliciously sweet aroma. Mixing bowls and ingredient packages were filed neatly into a corner, out of the way, as Livewire went about spooning some tart lemon icing into a piping bag. She had just gotten a new set of star tips and was eager to try them out.  She reached over to grip one of the pink-hued cakes as her other hand gripped the icing with a well-practiced motion. The tip touched against the sponge, let out a nicely-shaped teardrop of yellow icing, and-

    Mausi.

    And promptly clattered against the floor as both piping bag and cupcake left pale yellow smears of sugar against the tile. Her hand was empty, still half-curled in memory of the bag it had just dropped.  The weight of a small red stone around her neck seemed crushing in that moment because, she had heard it.  She had heard it, and it was nothing like the half-whispered lies of her mind, the tear-streaked memories trying to make themselves real once more, it was sound.  It had been sound, so quick but so very effective.

    Her knees hit the tile hard.  It would bruise, but she could barely feel it right then. The air wasn't there, she couldn't breathe and it hurt, it hurt so much and she couldn't breathe.  Sound is a powerful thing.  Pictures and memories could only do so much but they were her familiar tormentors all the same. She remembered faces and how they hurt her when they weren't real anymore. She remembered images and sights and had long grown used to the gnawing pain that accompanied the colors. Sound was new in its torture, because never again did she think she would ever hear Nessa's  voice. Never again did she think she would feel this pain slipping into her gut like a blade, ripping open wounds that had only just begun to numb.

    She was broken, more so than before, and all of the pieces of her could not realign themselves in order to function as an entirety of Livewire. This sound rushed through her mind, bounced off of broken shards and angles until it twisted into something choked and ruined, ripping from Livewire in a fit of uncontrolled breaths and unfinished screams.

    It occurred to her, a small part of her, that she had never cried in a human body. It occurred to her because it was terrifying.
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    Re: Unintenti-schizm

    Post by Fear on Mon Dec 12, 2016 1:35 am

    "Hmph..."

    Cold.

    Cold, cold, cold.

    No matter how many times he stepped outside and braced the elements, Fear was always surprised at how poorly his body received them. A loud sneeze thundered from the side of the house. "Damn," he sniffed, wiping his nose with the back of a sleeve. "It's cold outside." And yet he stubbornly remained out there, determined to soak up every ounce of external stimuli he could. Winter always did remind him of home... Of grey skies and brisk air. He could have done without all the pesky leaves, though. Bloody things had practically covered the entire front yard in a mottled blanket.

    Scrrrrrape, scrrrape, scrrrape!

    It wasn't the best of jobs, raking up leaves, but it beat sitting around on a perfectly nice day as this, cold or not. Fear worked diligently, not too fast and not too slow. He wanted to savour the sensation of exhaustion, of sweat beading upon his brow, of the thick bundles of muscle clenching beneath his skin. It was a good feeling, to work and toil. After centuries of effortless superhuman strength and limitless endurance, fatigue had been a welcomed change. But, much like the leaves, he could have also done without the ripe aroma of body odor... Fear sniffed once and paused in his mundane task to study his nearby environs, a broad hand rested upon the smooth bottom of the rake's handle. "Huh..." The remark was soft, quiet. "I forgot how colourful autumn could be." Eyesight wasn't quite the best when one's eyes were glossed over by death and disease. Made him appreciate the reds and oranges all the more. Ah well... can't stop to admire everything while neglecting his job. He reached up and readjusted his wool cap, eager to once again return to - Clack!

    "Hmm?" Was it his imagination or had he just heard... a sound? It was faint and almost imperceptible, but it nonetheless aroused his senses, Fear's training now at the forefront of his thoughts. Eyes roamed the neighbourhood quickly, not a single detail overlooked or dismissed. Things were quiet as usual... so it hadn't originated from the neighbours or the next street over. No kids playing out on the road... No stray animals, no wandering persons... Muttering to himself, Fear twirled the rake in his hands and placed it upon a shoulder, his suspicious riled.

    Time to check the perimeters.

    He left the leaves alone for now, mentally noting to return later after making sure everything was alright. First on his sights was to inspect the house - had something happened inside? Wiping his boots on the welcome mat, Fear eased himself into the foyer and gently shut the door, locking it. "Hey Kev," he called out, voice traveling upward, "did you hear anything a moment ago? Are you okay? Did you drop something?" Not waiting for a telepathic answer, he turned around and hung up his thick winter coat. "What about you, lass? Are you okay?" Ears remained on full alert, expecting to hear the scampering of a child's feet any second.

    None came. And when none came, Fear instantly solved the mystery. He stopped fiddling with his boots and immediately power-walked to the kitchen. Livewire always loved spending time there. It was the first place she'll be. "Lass? Are you in - "

    And that's when he found her.

    Alone, on her knees, and crying - one of a guardian's worst nightmares. A million thoughts went off at once. "Lass," was the only word Fear uttered as he rushed to her, his brow furrowed. Was she hurt? Had she cut herself? No... No, that probably wasn't it. Livewire was a master in the kitchen - a prodigy with both cutlery and appliance. It was something... else. Had to be.

    Warm hands slid underneath her arms as Fear gingerly picked the sobbing child up, a sturdy arm nestled beneath her bottom. "Shh, shh... It'll be okay," he soothed. Whatever happened in here, despite all the questions and concerns rattling in his head, Fear knew better than to make demands out of a distressed child. He carried her to the living room and carefully sat upon the couch, Livewire still cradled within his arms all the while. "Shh... Take a deep breath. Take a deep, deep breath. It'll be okay, lass. We're here for you. We're here."

    What in God's green earth happened...?
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    Re: Unintenti-schizm

    Post by Kev on Thu Dec 15, 2016 3:09 am

    Kev was surrounded by a fluffy cloud of a comforter, light green with white crescent moon shapes and little stars dotted about. With his back firmly pressed into the pillows, the alien's attention was all on a certain book that was propped up on his stomach. Curled up on his side and making for a very comfortable heater was an ebony Great Dane. The loyal dog propped his chin on the reptile's shoulder, huffing lightly. Pinching the pages of the book between his fingers to keep it steady, he reached up to stroke and pat Metus' firm neck. Such a good boy. Despite the affection, his eyes never strayed from the pages.

    Book wrote:"An toir thu dhomh pòg?"

    Gods, was that a mouthful. Glancing to the 'helpful' pronunciation guide, Kev narrowed his eyes. "Un...un tuh-r oo," He spoke haltingly. The foreign words were already a nightmare, but the pronunciation guide only seemed to muddle this language for him. "Ghawn-huh pawk?" Where was the 'g' in 'dhomh'?! Or the 'awn' for that matter? When Fear called this a weird language, he definitely wasn't kidding. Still, the alien continued to study over the sentence. "Un TUH-r oo ghaaawnh pawk? Un TUH-r oo ghawnh pawk?" Every repetition saw the mouthless reptile becoming more and more confident. And yet, the speech was still that of someone reciting something.

    Pressing the pages flat against his chest, Kev shut his eyes and imagined his boyfriend, the surprise in his eyes when he heard his native tongue coming from Kev himself!The meaning was another matter entirely, scaly cheeks burning emerald as he opened his eyes once again. Looking Metus in the deep brown eyes, the alien's back straightened up. "Fear...un TUH-r oo ghawnh pawk?" It came out passionately, dark blue eyes brimming with affection. The Great Dane held Kev's stare, before leaning forward to lick at Kev's cheeks with a long, wet tongue. Laughing to himself, the Kryptonistanian allowed the doggy kisses. "Yeah Metty boy, I'm getting better at this Gaelic stuff~!" He ruffled Metus' cheeks together, cooing and doting on the dog that could dwarf him. As always, Metus took it like an absolute trooper. Lolling tongue and closed brown eyes, the pooch was content to sit there and soak up the love, if it weren't for his canine instincts catching wind that something was wrong. Abruptly, Metus pulled his head out of Kev's hands and stared at the door to the bedroom. The reptilian was quick to follow his gaze. "What is it, Metus?" He regarded the door seriously, expecting something to come bursting through the door. His muscles became tense. Waiting, listening...

    "Hey Kev, did you hear anything a moment ago? Are you okay? Did you drop something?"

    Nearly jumping out of his skin! One arm reached out to tighten around the Great Dane, the other continuing to press the book into his own bosom as he panted lightly. Phew, it was only Fear. Closing his book and setting it aside, Kev answered back as he did so, "No, I'm fine! I didn't hear anything!" Though that was probably because he had been talking and babbling over Metus. A little embarrassed, and yet still worried, Kev rose up from the comfort of his bed. "Hold down the fort, Metus. I'll go check it out." Easily slipping his feet into light purple slippers, Kev crept slowly down the stairs. On his way to the first floor, his ears picked up sounds. Sniffling, weeping of some kind? And the faint sound of comforting words.

    "Shh... Take a deep breath. Take a deep, deep breath. It'll be okay, lass. We're here for you. We're here."

    Words became clearer the closer he came as the alien had come to a stop in the doorway leading to the living room. So too did it become clearer what had happened. There Fear sat on the couch, cradling and speaking to somebody in his arms. Leaning to one side and peeking over a brawny shoulder, he could see a bit of brown hair. Stepping closer to the couch, Kev stooped over the back of it to peer down at his boyfriend and their adopted daughter nestled in his arms. It was a bewildering sight to see, even in her worse moments Livewire hadn't exactly cried. Not like this, with fat tears rolling down her cheeks. The sight of it made his chest clench, utterly clueless as to the cause. He knew that she had been making cupcakes in the kitchen, he'd been looking forward to trying some, but...how did that lead to this? Reaching over, Kev began the soothing motions of stroking her hair. "It's okay little bumblebee, we're here." He echoed Fear's sentiments with a soft tone. Brow furrowing, he glanced to the redheaded man, a question in his eyes. What happened?


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    Re: Unintenti-schizm

    Post by Nessa on Wed Dec 21, 2016 1:53 pm

    The Shroud feels different somehow. Disconnected and heavy on her shoulders. Whispers of the souls attached to her weapon feel like screams in her ears. Her paranoia has grown too powerful. She has lost all semblance of control and she hasn't a clue where she is. Without direction, the Dark could spit her out at the bottom of the ocean, or even inside of the earth around her if it so wished. The amulet would reflect this. Unnatural cold emanates from the stone of blood,and if one listened closely, chattering teeth and whispers too faint to understand in full leak out.

    As if knowing,  Nessa, within the Shroud of Carnwennan, activates her aura in a single moment of control, turning off the connection to the amulet. She doesn't know who has the necklace. It's a different time. Nothing is to be trusted until she can regain control.

    It might take some time. And Nessa does not want to think about much else.

    ((ooc: I'll stop posting as Nessa here now! Just wanted to clear up that the necklace has gone dark.))

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