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thearena2014-01-19 10:45 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thearena2014-01-19 10:45 pm
Sweet dreams are made of this
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.
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!!!]
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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He tenses up even more, preparing further for action when he sees the true form of his opponent coming forth from the shadows. He should have known he'd be something inhuman...
"Illusion? What are you talking about?" Kain's patience is at an end. "You clearly don't intend to make sense, but perhaps now you'll give me a true fight." With that, he springs into action, charging at the Initiate with his spear aiming directly at him. He loathes mind games, and all that comes with them, but this at least is something he finally understands.
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He ducks, spins, and kicks the spear up high from beneath. The desire to crack Kain's skull open with his club is strong, but he refrains.
ASKED A MOTHERFUCKER TO AMUSE ME. NOT INSULT. AFRAID YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE. YOU WENT ALL AND GONE AT TO HAVE FUCKED UP, BROTHER.
And with that, the scene changes. The Initiate twists the true image. He reaches and digs, pulls up a new image. In the place where he stood, he leaves someone else. Someone close to Kain, someone important. Gored on the end of Kain's spear. The Initiate, all those he stands not far makes it so that to Kain's mind, he is nowhere to be seen.
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"I found that plenty amusing." He would rather trade insults and fight physically than have his mind invaded. But unfortunately... that's when the scene shifts.
Kain cries out very suddenly, realizing - believing in that moment- that he's stabbed Cecil. It was just what that inner darkness had always wanted, and what he'd even tried to do before while under mind control. Kill Cecil, kill his best friend. He gasps, clutching at his head as he tried to silence the part of him that enjoys the sight of his own spear jabbed in Cecil's back. How could he...? How could this be...?
"...No..."
I HOPE THIS IS OKAY
He walks to Kain, peering at him from the the side. Wasn't it all so funny how sometimes fears got to being something what was wanted?
'NOW...' He purrs into Kain's mind. 'AIN'T THAT MUCH MOTHERFUCKING BETTER? NOW, MOTHERFUCKER, NOW WE BOTH GET WHAT ALL WE MOTHER FUCKING WANT.'
He reaches out and scratches a line across Kain's cheek, leaping back, and with it, taking his voodoo and erasing the vision all together. His laughs burst free and echo loud out over floor.
But he himself, has vanished once again, hidden away and watching in amusement. With his voodoo, he lets Kain go. He is a troll of his motherfucking word afterall.
yep, it's totally fine with me!
The laughter and the voice deepen his terror. It's pure agony to have his thoughts invaded like this again, to know that his mind is still an open book even here. He's failed in every respect if he still has this weakness.
Blinking, trying and failing to clear the image of Cecil impaled from his mind, Kain eventually scans the darkness. It's already pretty clear that he won't be able to start a physical confrontation again. Not at the moment anyway. He brings a hand up to wipe at the blood on his cheek.
"You... You'll stay out of my mind... from now on..."