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lifeaftr2017-11-06 07:53 pm
foreverafter) wrote in lifeaftr2017-11-06 07:53 pm
[semi-open] strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
Who: Sachiko, Edward, Ginko... aaaaand anyone on Islet 5 if they want, just make your own individual thread!
What: Sachiko's spending her first night asleep on the island, and testing her boundaries. It's not pretty, especially for the castaways from the Ryslig Peninsula.
When: Near Midnight.
Where: Islet #5
Warnings: Description of illusionary hangings. Sachiko being Sachiko.
[ She hasn't felt the need for sleep in years. Decades. Maybe centuries, depending on how you stacked repeating time.
The cozy blanket she basically extorted from Mickey-damn-Mouse makes little difference in cottage #5, the only empty house on this island, but her tiredness is more than just that, it's draining. The mana pool gave her a burst of life (not life-life, but, you know) and power, what she felt was wrung from her as she played tricks over the day. It sucks having to be a battery to be recharged. Cottage #5 is abandoned once more, now free to some new person with the misfortune of living near her.
Her knapsack is over her arms as she stares at the two others out resting by the mana pool. So she's not the only one? She isn't. The energy doesn't come to her to fake kindness or any other sort of expression. Years and years of no sleep. Internally laughing at what her buildup of nightmares will be like on the other side of it.
The blanket is in her arms and she only puts it over her as a farce to appear normal. She picks a tree to sleep against, a narrower ficus with roots sprawling down its limbs. It was a creepy looking tree, to be sure, but it was normal enough in the daytime. She pads the blanket over one of the roots and curls up to sleep. With the warm glow of the pool enticing her to sleep and re-energize, it's not long before she dreams.
But Sachiko has never dreamed before, since her death. She would never have known how it manifested in the world around her, what her subconscious wanted. Against the glow of the mana pool, pitch black crawls up the tree starting up from the roots where she lay, spreading like an overflow of ink back down the hanging roots, into the branches, the tree, the leaves. It doesn't reflect any light. Once very full of life, it looks rotten. And hey, that'd be scary enough...
But blink-and-you'll-miss-it silhouettes appeared in the tree, only visible in the light of the pool. At first it's hard what to tell they are. They seem like abstract shapes that only appear every ten minutes or so. Then, you notice all of them have two appendages at the lowest part. More at their torso, their arms-- heads. Hanging bodies, disappearing within seconds of appearing. Only a faint white outline helps identify them-- almost exclusively young-looking people.
And Sachiko is staring.
From her head on the root on the tree, only one eye is closed. Her white eye is-- it's either open, or it doesn't shut all the way without some willpower behind it.
But hey, at least she's comfortable, right? ]
[ ooc; please do not feel like you have to match tag length to the intro, I was just getting really into the scenery :Y ]
What: Sachiko's spending her first night asleep on the island, and testing her boundaries. It's not pretty, especially for the castaways from the Ryslig Peninsula.
When: Near Midnight.
Where: Islet #5
Warnings: Description of illusionary hangings. Sachiko being Sachiko.
[ She hasn't felt the need for sleep in years. Decades. Maybe centuries, depending on how you stacked repeating time.
The cozy blanket she basically extorted from Mickey-damn-Mouse makes little difference in cottage #5, the only empty house on this island, but her tiredness is more than just that, it's draining. The mana pool gave her a burst of life (not life-life, but, you know) and power, what she felt was wrung from her as she played tricks over the day. It sucks having to be a battery to be recharged. Cottage #5 is abandoned once more, now free to some new person with the misfortune of living near her.
Her knapsack is over her arms as she stares at the two others out resting by the mana pool. So she's not the only one? She isn't. The energy doesn't come to her to fake kindness or any other sort of expression. Years and years of no sleep. Internally laughing at what her buildup of nightmares will be like on the other side of it.
The blanket is in her arms and she only puts it over her as a farce to appear normal. She picks a tree to sleep against, a narrower ficus with roots sprawling down its limbs. It was a creepy looking tree, to be sure, but it was normal enough in the daytime. She pads the blanket over one of the roots and curls up to sleep. With the warm glow of the pool enticing her to sleep and re-energize, it's not long before she dreams.
But Sachiko has never dreamed before, since her death. She would never have known how it manifested in the world around her, what her subconscious wanted. Against the glow of the mana pool, pitch black crawls up the tree starting up from the roots where she lay, spreading like an overflow of ink back down the hanging roots, into the branches, the tree, the leaves. It doesn't reflect any light. Once very full of life, it looks rotten. And hey, that'd be scary enough...
But blink-and-you'll-miss-it silhouettes appeared in the tree, only visible in the light of the pool. At first it's hard what to tell they are. They seem like abstract shapes that only appear every ten minutes or so. Then, you notice all of them have two appendages at the lowest part. More at their torso, their arms-- heads. Hanging bodies, disappearing within seconds of appearing. Only a faint white outline helps identify them-- almost exclusively young-looking people.
And Sachiko is staring.
From her head on the root on the tree, only one eye is closed. Her white eye is-- it's either open, or it doesn't shut all the way without some willpower behind it.
But hey, at least she's comfortable, right? ]
[ ooc; please do not feel like you have to match tag length to the intro, I was just getting really into the scenery :Y ]
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He's still asleep, lying on his side by the mana pool in the shade of a nearby tree, when Sachiko first arrives. So it's not until she's asleep that he wakes up, and sees-- well.
That.
Ginko jolts back, his ears flipping against his head, and pulls his tail in close to himself.] --Shit!
[What... is happening to that kid over there.]
3-way thread y/y??
[Ginko's reaction is enough to startle Ed awake with an undignified bleat, and he flails for a moment with tail and limbs before shoving himself upright.]
What the, what's--what the fuck?!
[...eloquent.]
yyyy
Getting close to her will make the smell of tree rot all the more apparent, and waving a hand in front of her eye will garner no reaction. It really does seem like it just needs effort to close, like a corpse's eye.
Some branches creak with the weight of their shadowy illusions. Some bear terrifying silhouettes, with broken limbs twisting in the wrong ways to accompany the main 'problem'. ]
SORRY FOR THE WAIT i am finally free 2 tag
...Huh.