Sweet dreams are made of this

[carnagecarnival]

Who| Everyone and anyone! May be with or without the Initiate
What| IT'S VOODOO TIME. COME GET YOUR FREE DOSINGS OF FEAR & NIGHTMARES!!!
Where| Specifically the culture exhibits, but really anywhere
When| Starting from early-mid week 1 and carrying on with increasing severity from there (in ten minute bursts)
WARNINGS| to be announced!! / self harm?

The masks pique his interest. Like the paints, but made to something even more exterior. But somehow they were less and more all the same. Something that would work well for war. With no one around, at least that he can see, he pries one off the wall. It comes down easy, like it was meant for him to have. He turns it over idly for a moment or two, examining the designs on the front, how it was crafted, then lifts it up to put it on and peer through it, a grin on his face.

The holy fear rushes in. It's bursts like a bomb going off in him and it immediately rushes out, spreading all around him across the arena. His eyes flash like bright strobes between pink and purple. He can feel it. He laughs out loud in surprise. He can motherfucking feel it. He can feel everyone, where they are, he can feel every layer of fear, the textures of it all, the mother. Fucking. LIFE. He can almost feel the holy two again in his mind, just so very close. He laughs again, louder this time, and brings the voodoo to wrap and curl around him like an affectionate but terrible beast and he gives a joyous purr with it. Then, he lets it free.

He doesn't even give pause the whole ten minutes. Until the mask latches in. Ten paltry ass minutes. And then suddenly it's gone. It evicts more of a cry than the hooks do, digging into his skin. He starts and snarls, immediately reaching up to tear the mask off his face and throw it from him. Indigo pours out from the wounds over his paint. He breathes heavily, staring at it. Then turns his head to another. These masks would have his face ruined by the end of this if his suspicions are correct.

But he knows, as he reaches out to the next mask with his scarred up palms, sometimes wounds were more than worth it.
 

[OOC: Below is your chance to thread out one of three options! For the first, Option 1, think of it like the nightmare part of Enjolras Crowning. Whether you got in that or not, this is your chance to have some fun! What paranoias or fears might your characters feel or hallucinate if they are awake? What nightmares might they navigate in their dreams? Perhaps they get a little trigger happy? It's all tailored to what your character fears most and available for you to thread out amongst yourselves+with other characters! The major bursts of nightmares and/or fear last for ten minutes (as long as he has the mask on) and so long as they are not too close in Initiate's range (or are particularly susceptible to psychic attack) these things shouldn't be too severe, but the effects can often still linger on... (and obviously, everyone can opt out, just assuming the Initiate is not in range at the time of these attacks.)

Option 2 is similar to the above, but in this case, the Initiate would be attacking your character specifically and this tends to make the power lay on more intensely. This is the option for folks who want their character driven to some intense nightmare jitters, the most vivid of hallucination to, at it's worst, a drive to madness. Or perhaps you character is going to be Initiate's mind-control pawn for the next ten minutes (PM me for more details) for something or other. Maybe both! Of course, your character should be someone he is not close with in this case unless discussed prior.

Option 3 as stated in the player post, of those he considers trustworthy (on the scale of not back-stabbing and selling him out, AND not being vocal about capitol distaste while definitely having it) and able, he will seek them out to try and share information with them through use of his power. It speaks directly through and using fear so it will definitely leave your character feeling distinct discomfort (fear, nausea, dizziness, etc.) regardless of whether they think themselves fearless or not. But it will be a way only they can hear the message, capitol will know nothing of it. If your character is not particularly close with the Initiate, he will begin on something like option 2 or 1 until he picks out the right fear for capitol, and determines they are worthy of the info-- but only with an inserted fear of speaking the information out loud (for safety measures) and possibly even an erasure of the memory of where it came from (PM me on this). If Initiate does not like said character, i'm afraid they're out of luck.

Please specify when you tag in which of these options you wish to chose!!! If the first option is chosen, the Initiate himself will not be tagged into the thread. For more details/a place to message me, go here. HAVE FUN!!! AND SWEET DREAMS!!!]

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Re: whoo!

[carnagecarnival]

He plucks the new mask off the wall, but he doesn't put it on, merely holds it in his hands. He runs his fingers along the edges but as far as he can tell, the hooks aren't out.

"TELL A MOTHERFUCKER FIRSTLY. How all do you get at to dealing with fear? WOULD YOU SAY YOURSELF SUSCEPTIBLE? Would you speak that it makes all to motherfucking wash and over power, downing a brother? TO BREAKING? It is important that he knows. IT IS OF UTMOST MOTHERFUCKING IMPORTANCE."

He is far too excited about all this. It adds an extra note of coming off unnerving on top of all else that is normal with him. He could near bounce on his feet.

Re: whoo!

[futilecycle]

This was not the first time the Initiate had asked him about fear, and Sigma had an inkling of what the masks might do, now. Intrigued, he answered honestly. "It would be a lie to say I do not frighten easily. However, I handle fear and pressure fairly well, based on past experiences," Sigma replies. So long as there was still hope, still a way of coming out alive by any means, Sigma could handle terror.

"If anything, it gives me reason to act. Fear exists to save an organism from death and freezing up under stress is counterproductive. Does that answer your question?" The Doctor would not have been chosen as the one to save the human race if he was one to bend to his fears, and he would not be the cyborg he was if he did not possess the constitution to walk calmly into a trap of blades, after all.

Re: whoo!

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate listens intently. His eagerness would not interfere with what had to be done. And anyway, it's interesting to hear him put praise to fear. It almost feels likes it's to he himself, and oh does it make him smug with pride.

"It does, perfectly," He all but purrs. He lifts the mask up to his face and says, "GOT SOMETHING WHAT ALL TO MOTHERFUCKING IMPART TO THEE PERSONAL, BROTHER. You'll be wanting at to brace yourself, it ain't like to being motherfucking cozy." He laughs, gives a moment, and then the mask goes on.

The fear bursts in a wave, heavy and thick, then suddenly pulls back, drawn into him. He can feel Sigma before him and feel others around and he relishes in it, eyes closed. When his eyes open again, they are bright glowing pink alternating with solid indigo-- there are no irises, no pupils.

Carefully, he reaches out with the voodoo for Sigma's fear, where it's settled and curled in the mind. He takes hold of it shaping it to take a form not of visions, but of words.

'AIN'T YET BEEN ABLE TO TELL. AIN'T YET GOT THE CHANCE. BUT NOW HE'S ABLE AND SO IT SHALL ALL MAKE TO BE MOTHERFUCKING TOLD. ON COUNT A MOTHERFUCKER IS ALL STILL HOLDING THE FUCK UP UNDER HIS VOODOO. YOU WITH ME, BROTHER?'

The words reverb, loud, layered, and demonic within the mind. It both is and isn't the Initiate's voice. It almost certainly brings discomfort at the least. The troll is grinning.

[futilecycle]

The Doctor has no time even to agree to the Initiate's terms. When the voice shaped from his own fear fills his head, different enough to be the least bit unfamilliar, Sigma breaks into a cold sweat and flinches, raising his arms reflexively, searching for the source of the voice and expecting a knife upon his back. Realizing miliseconds later it came from inside himself, courtesy of the Initiate, the Doctor tries to stand fast. Between deep breaths, he wonders if this was how Akane felt as a Receiver, capable of hearing voices from other universes in times of intense peril.

Still, he knew of no other that could manipulate the mind, who could draw forward and use emotions, and his apprehension is compounded with respect. It was certainly to be a useful skill in a game where all was recorded. Sigma stays frozen long enough to habituate to the sensation and finally to listen to the Initiate's words, completely at the mercy of the other Tribute. He remembers that, however terrifying the troll may be, he is an ally he can trust. The Initiate would not allow his sanity to be destroyed.

Paling, but steady, Sigma nods.

[carnagecarnival]

He feels-- doesn't see, but feels-- all the twist and turns, the sudden sensation of the imagined knife, but distant in that way he knows it's not his. He feels the unease and he feels Sigma hold himself steady in it. Level. Just as promised. He feels the fear of him, and still Sigma stands. It brings another twitch to his features behind the mask, something genuine for a split second, for all it doesn't matter. Initiate takes that as sign to go on ahead.

He presses forward careful, so as not to stir up any of the deeper fears. Just the most shallow to form the words. He won't pretend he doesn't enjoy the taste of it though, he is a creature of sensation.

'I HAVE INFORMATION WHAT ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW FOR. THINGS WHAT ALL I HAVE GATHERED AT FOR MY OWNSELF. AIN'T GOT A KNOW FOR WHAT YOU'VE HEARD AND WHAT ALL A MOTHERFUCKER HIMSELF HAS A KNOW FOR. BUT THE MURMERS, MOTHERFUCKER, THE WHISPERED MURMERINGS WHAT UP AND BE OF A DISTRICT THIRTEEN. THEY SPEAK OF IT'S RUIN AND FALL TO THE CAPITOL. I WANT YOU TO MOTHERFUCKING KNOW... THIS IS NAUGHT BUT LIES. LIES OF AN EGREGIOUS MOTHERFUCKING NATURE WHAT AIN'T TO BE HEEDED. EXCEPT UP ON THE CAMERAS. THE THIRTEENTH DISTRICT HAILS AS OF THE LIVING AND STRONG ENOUGH CAPITOL, FOR IT'S KNOWING OF THEM, AIN'T DONE SHIT.'

He pauses. Sigma will need both chance to breath and to process that information for what it could mean. He knows he certainly did.

'GOT MORE. IT AIN'T ALL BEING OF ENDS. REBELLION GETS TO HAVING ROOT THERE, BROTHER. GET'S TO BEING REAL AND HAVING MOTHERFUCKING ROOT. THEY AND CAPITOL GOT THEMSELVES UP AT MOTHERFUCKING STALEMATE THEY ALL DO. AIN'T NEITHER SIDE SEEING US UP ON AS WE ARE. CAPITOL PAINTS THEIR SHIT OBVIOUS, ALL DONE THE FUCK UP BRIGHT. REBELS DON'T. REBELS WANT FOR SEEMING LIKE THEY AIN'T NONE BUT STARSHINE AND MOONLIGHT. THEY AIN'T. THEY WILL JUST AS EASILY SKEWER ANY AS CAPITOL UP AND MOTHERFUCKING WOULD. THE RELEASE OF THEM ALIENS ALL THE FUCK BACK? YOU REMEMBER THAT?'

He stirs up it's image and likeness for the briefest moment. The eggs, the young, the queen. He continues.

'THAT WAS REBEL WORK IT WAS. WE GOT OURSELVES MOTHERFUCKING WAR UP IN THIS BITCH. YOU MOTHERFUCKING FEELING ME, BROTHER? I TELL UNTO YOU BECAUSE YOU AIN'T LIKE THEM OTHERS. YOU GOT A HEAD WHAT ALL GETS PROPER THOUGHT AT TO IT. I TELL UNTO YOU BECAUSE I KNOW YOU AIN'T GONNA SPIN SHIT STUPID AND HANG US BOTH. DO I GOT THAT DOWN THE FUCK RIGHT?'

He waits. Fear sits on the edge, ready to be pulled back or hammered down. He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to wreck Sigma. But by Messiahs he will, if that's what it has to come down to.

'GIVE SIGN YOU UNDERSTAND.'

[futilecycle]

District Thirteen? Sigma knew nothing of it. Every inch of what the Initiate told him now was new information, and the Doctor listened carefully. He had heard of the rebels - heard their transmissions - but never would Sigma have expected they were organized into their own district with its own military stronghold.

When he hears about the Xenomorphs, Sigma cannot contain his surprise. He bends forward, hands resting on his knees, as he listens in sick-to-his-stomach shock. They had done that? It hadn't been the Capitol testing how far they could push their muttations? A very different, but real fear springs from Sigma now: doubt. He is uncertain if it is worth rebelling if the rebels would set loose such monsters to devour the guilty and the innocent alike.

And then, Sigma remembers Kyle and Akane, how the Capitol had ripped them limb from limb with their creatures, his son and the boy's old mother...

His head spins, he is exhausted. Wearily, but determinedly, he straightens up; standing at attention to regain control of his composure, Sigma nods again. This time, it's in allegiance with the Initiate. It would require some thought and careful planning, but Sigma is not stupid. There would be a war, a rebellion, regardless of whether he agreed or not, and he would be called to choose a side. The only way to prevent more families and children from being rent apart was to conquer Panem.

Right now, Sigma can only be grateful that the Initiate had trusted him enough to share with him this secret. And to take a few innocent lives to save the many... Is that not what he had done in the Nonary Games?

[carnagecarnival]

'GOOD.' He's grateful; to Messiahs and Sigma himself that this was heard. He doesn't stop there though.

'THERE IS NO MEANS OF COMMUNICATION WITHIN THE CAPITOL. I DON'T TRUST THE REBELLION'S CAPABILITIES WITH USELESSLY ANONYMOUS NETWORKING TO LAST FOR LONG. A MOTHERFUCKER HAS MADE ALL TO SEEK OUT OTHER ALLIES OF POTENTIAL, THOSE WHO CAN HOLD THEIR TONGUE. WE NEED TO KEEP SMART AND WE NEED TO KEEP CAREFUL, UNTIL SUCH A MOTHERFUCKING TIME OPPORTUNITY PRESENTS.'

He feeds in a fear. Subtle, unnoticeable. But strong enough it should make anyone think twice about speaking this all. It was a war. One couldn't be too cautious.

'NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, TO MYSELF, OR YOU, OR ANYONE. NO MATTER WHAT TORTURES THEY THINK OF, THIS CANNOT BE SPILLED AT MOMENT INOPPORTUNE. UNLESS THE REBELLION THINKS TO KILL US ALL, THE CAPITOL MUST NOT KNOW.'

He lets the fear break. It pulls back into himself, settling in his own pan and bones, his mixed all with the taste of Sigma's fear mixing and becoming part of him again. He breathes out with its return. The flash and glow of his eyes stop, and he speaks out loud this time, the remnants of voodoo heavy on his tongue and throat and putting reverb into the words he speaks aloud as well (explaining the cause of the fluctuations at last).

"LET THIS GUIDE YOU ALL THROUGH THE MOTHERFUCKING ARENA. Let what all I've shared take you to victory."