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thearena2014-12-20 10:11 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thearena2014-12-20 10:11 pm
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Can I get an amen? For all the bleeding and the prayin?
Who| Initiate and Open
What| Milling about the arena
Where| spaceport upper levels
When| Week 0 to the end of week 1
WARNINGS| body horror (missing horns), violence against aliens? talk of death. Language.
NOTES| Explanation of how the chucklevoodoo/Fear power works can be found here.
What| Milling about the arena
Where| spaceport upper levels
When| Week 0 to the end of week 1
WARNINGS| body horror (missing horns), violence against aliens? talk of death. Language.
NOTES| Explanation of how the chucklevoodoo/Fear power works can be found here.
Xenomorphs
The doors snap shut ever so fast. He starts each time. Even though it feels long now as though it's been since he was Avoxed, the flinching ain't yet all gone. Especially when Terezi or whoever else gets caught on the other side of where they's meaning to be, and he has to reach on through with the holy chucklevoodoo, tell them to meet him wherever all else, quietly keep the fear up and around both himself and them so they ain't got to face no beasts unexpected.
On the flip side is Terezi, her seer visions showing him them most feared dead ends, allowing him to find by default what's best. They avoid the worst of threats that way. It won't last forever though. Her fear builds and he knows almost before she does that his death is coming swift and there ain't being no ways what to claim avoidance of it.
As though he can somehow prove her visions wrong, when all ever the Xenomorphs come, he wastes no time in dispatching them. It's almost a relief, in the oddest sense. That Alternian part of him is still there, for all it's been broken and buried. That Alternian part of him wants the cull what no other part will give, except for when it ain't being neither tribute, capitolite, or otherwise being a person. When it's the Xenomorphs, he can let his own snarl out and tear the beasts to pieces. There's no holding back because the fuckers is strong. It just so happens, he's stronger, and so he grins at them as they circle, growl rumbling over his breath, proving, that for all he looks it without his horns, in the dark of space, he ain't human.
Star Watching
When all strifes get to end, when he finds himself with all broken bodies around, his eyes turn to the windows. Grand and expansive, he takes in the sight of the stars, the dark abyss of space. This was to be his future, when he was old and damn near ready to plough into the motherfucking rot bliss, to become old and damn near decrepit. The result of total Alternian war, of thousands on thousands of his kind put to waste and the Empress's command that no more would an adult troll grace the gruff of Alternian soil.
He looks at the stars and decides they're beautiful. Beautiful just as they are sad. He can imagine himself growing cold out here. He can imagine it right the motherfuck now.
It's an incredible sight, them all feeling so close and distant at the same time, but... "Ain't worth it."
Chucklevoodoo
His energy leaves him fast with the ache in his skull, rooted up in his missing horns. It has him drifting, either sleeping by the wall, or otherwise losing himself in some sense in the swath of fears, nightmares and daymares, what mill about him. In those latter times, he navigates the world on two planes, eyes all a-flash as he seeks and searches out them what he knows, just seeing if there are things what need be said, or simply to see if they're alive.
Then there were them other times, when he grew too tired to carry on, and too tired to hold the fear in. So used, is he, to simply letting it all roll out of him. And so it does. It creates a miasma thick in the air of voodoo. It infects those motherfucking unfortunates what stumble to near. It digs in, hungry for them dreams, and leaving mares in the wake. It makes every corner one worthy of double-take, every movement worthy of twitch and flinch.
In his presence, paranoia runs high.
Zero Gravity
He was... he was almost dreaming pleasant. He's had a good dream just once before in his life, even as he fretted about, waiting for his voodoo to take over the dreamscape. The crowning of Enjolras. He saw Sigma in the form of his younger self. He'd danced with Terezi and talked of a place after death, a waiting bit before the Carnival where those dead could go into bubbles of dreams.
He felt, on some level, almost certain he'd just about reached past the minefield of endless daymares, horrors unspeakable and terrors unceasing. His finger tips had just grazed the edges, touching upon it, before, suddenly, he was ripped away.
And when he awoke, he found the ground far as well.
He makes an exclamatory noise, flailing helplessly in the air. No gravity. No motherfucking gravity. This was ridiculous. How was he supposed to get anywhere, he couldn't just swim, there was no traction.
"NO. No. YOU KNOW THE FUCK WHAT? Fuck this. FUCK SPACE. This is stupid." He huffs and tries as best as he can to reach some solid surface-- a wall, a ceiling, a floor even, anything he can propel himself off.
The doors snap shut ever so fast. He starts each time. Even though it feels long now as though it's been since he was Avoxed, the flinching ain't yet all gone. Especially when Terezi or whoever else gets caught on the other side of where they's meaning to be, and he has to reach on through with the holy chucklevoodoo, tell them to meet him wherever all else, quietly keep the fear up and around both himself and them so they ain't got to face no beasts unexpected.
On the flip side is Terezi, her seer visions showing him them most feared dead ends, allowing him to find by default what's best. They avoid the worst of threats that way. It won't last forever though. Her fear builds and he knows almost before she does that his death is coming swift and there ain't being no ways what to claim avoidance of it.
As though he can somehow prove her visions wrong, when all ever the Xenomorphs come, he wastes no time in dispatching them. It's almost a relief, in the oddest sense. That Alternian part of him is still there, for all it's been broken and buried. That Alternian part of him wants the cull what no other part will give, except for when it ain't being neither tribute, capitolite, or otherwise being a person. When it's the Xenomorphs, he can let his own snarl out and tear the beasts to pieces. There's no holding back because the fuckers is strong. It just so happens, he's stronger, and so he grins at them as they circle, growl rumbling over his breath, proving, that for all he looks it without his horns, in the dark of space, he ain't human.
Star Watching
When all strifes get to end, when he finds himself with all broken bodies around, his eyes turn to the windows. Grand and expansive, he takes in the sight of the stars, the dark abyss of space. This was to be his future, when he was old and damn near ready to plough into the motherfucking rot bliss, to become old and damn near decrepit. The result of total Alternian war, of thousands on thousands of his kind put to waste and the Empress's command that no more would an adult troll grace the gruff of Alternian soil.
He looks at the stars and decides they're beautiful. Beautiful just as they are sad. He can imagine himself growing cold out here. He can imagine it right the motherfuck now.
It's an incredible sight, them all feeling so close and distant at the same time, but... "Ain't worth it."
Chucklevoodoo
His energy leaves him fast with the ache in his skull, rooted up in his missing horns. It has him drifting, either sleeping by the wall, or otherwise losing himself in some sense in the swath of fears, nightmares and daymares, what mill about him. In those latter times, he navigates the world on two planes, eyes all a-flash as he seeks and searches out them what he knows, just seeing if there are things what need be said, or simply to see if they're alive.
Then there were them other times, when he grew too tired to carry on, and too tired to hold the fear in. So used, is he, to simply letting it all roll out of him. And so it does. It creates a miasma thick in the air of voodoo. It infects those motherfucking unfortunates what stumble to near. It digs in, hungry for them dreams, and leaving mares in the wake. It makes every corner one worthy of double-take, every movement worthy of twitch and flinch.
In his presence, paranoia runs high.
Zero Gravity
He was... he was almost dreaming pleasant. He's had a good dream just once before in his life, even as he fretted about, waiting for his voodoo to take over the dreamscape. The crowning of Enjolras. He saw Sigma in the form of his younger self. He'd danced with Terezi and talked of a place after death, a waiting bit before the Carnival where those dead could go into bubbles of dreams.
He felt, on some level, almost certain he'd just about reached past the minefield of endless daymares, horrors unspeakable and terrors unceasing. His finger tips had just grazed the edges, touching upon it, before, suddenly, he was ripped away.
And when he awoke, he found the ground far as well.
He makes an exclamatory noise, flailing helplessly in the air. No gravity. No motherfucking gravity. This was ridiculous. How was he supposed to get anywhere, he couldn't just swim, there was no traction.
"NO. No. YOU KNOW THE FUCK WHAT? Fuck this. FUCK SPACE. This is stupid." He huffs and tries as best as he can to reach some solid surface-- a wall, a ceiling, a floor even, anything he can propel himself off.
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Yes, I'm alright. Whether he means that for the physical or the mental is open to interpretation. Are you?
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WAS LOOKING ABOUT WAYS OF TEREZI. WONDERED IF SHE MIGHT BE AROUND. But that's not all. Of course it's not. He could've just reached out for Terezi, or someone he knew certain she was being with.
... ALSO THOUGHT AS TO GET US ACCLIMATING. IN CASE THIS BROTHER EVER NEEDED OF REACHING A MOTHERFUCKER ONE DAY. EASY TO FIND THOSE WHAT ALL BEEN FOUND.
It's hard to tell, in the distortion, but there's an apologetic note up in there.
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Then he promptly hopes to high Heaven that Initiate can't read his thoughts in addition to communicating with him mentally.
I haven't seen Terezi. If I find her, I will keep her safe and try to find you. He feels that goes without saying but the saying of it will put Initiate a bit more at ease, or at least that's the hope. Albert cares dearly for Terezi, practically adopted her, and the fact that he's been less than useful to her in most Arenas is a fairly large thorn in his side.
Can you only do this with powers active? And can you reach anyone outside of the Arena? The apologetic tone is accepted without comment, Albert instead getting to brass tacks and seeing if they can maybe use this ability to their advantage. Telepathic communication between those in 13 and the Rebellion members in the Capitol would be an overwhelming strategic advantage.
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THANKS BRO, Is all what's given regarding Terezi. He'd be down to ask it Albert likewise needs anything, but Albert seems as to have it covered.
ONLY WHEN ABILITIES IS BEING GIFTED ON BACK, YEAH. Which was a pain. But one he'd well and motherfucking established at with Albert already.
MY VOODOO SPANS FAR. I TOOK OUT A COUPLE MOTHERFUCKING BLOCKS OUT AROUND THE TRIBUTE TOWER ONCELIKE. JUST SUBTLE. MAKE ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING FEAR OF CAPITOL IN THEIR NAPHAPPY PANS. GET A STIRRING OF THE GUTS UP IN THIS BITCH AT TO RILE. THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO THOUGH AND WOULD ALL HAVE FADED THE FUCK OUT BY NOW. HARDER TO MAKE PRECISE ON IT THE FURTHER THEY IS. WHAT'RE YOU THINKING AT? WRAP IT UP IN AS MUCH FEAR ALL AS YOU CAN THAT I CAN BE TO SEE IT.
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I didn't know you were causing the fear, I just meant the telepathy. It's unnerving, that ability. It's one thing to have weapons or armor or even psychic ability, but to force someone to feel something artificially or potentially control their mind gives Albert unwelcome chills.
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SAME MOTHERFUCKING THING, BRO. IT'S ALL FEAR. THESE WORDS YOU'RE 'HEARING'? FEAR. ALL THE WORDS YOU GET BACK AT TO ME? GOTTA BE WRAPPED IN IT TOO. EVERY DAYMARE, EVERY PANIC, EVERY CRY AND FUCKING PROTEST. IT'S ME AND MOTHERFUCKING MINE. IF IT'S NOT FEAR, I CAN'T SEE IT. BUT EVERYONE'S GOT FEAR AND I CAN ALWAYS PUT MORE UP IN. CAN DO SO JUST AS MUCH AS ALL YOU'RE FEARING RIGHT NOW, THAT I TAKE OVER. IF THIS WERE A DREAM I COULD MAKE AT OF ANYTHING. WHEN I FUCKIN' SAY AS I SWIM IN THE HOLY FEAR CONSTANT, I DO MAKE FOR MEANING IT.
And yet he passes all this ever so careful. Because fear can break and bleed a motherfucker.
IF YOU WAS THINKING ON INFORMATIONALS PASSED, IT WOULD COME WITH SENSE MOST ILL. JUST HOW IT UP AND GOES, YO.
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Or does that say something about Albert? Is he so steeped in fear regularly that this seems such in the commonplace that it defies his wrapping his head around it? That while Initiate speaks to him through terror, he's calm as ever and still in control of his mental faculties? Does that mean he is untouched by it, or that he's simply so used to it he doesn't recognize fear for what it is any longer?
It's a harrowing thought, but could also be useful.
I think it's something worth looking into later. Some means may be necessary. If he doesn't fall apart at Initiate's speaking to him this way, perhaps a share of information could be had were they able to control their powers again. It's a big if, but something to keep in the back of their minds.
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Instead, he says, EVERYONE'S GOT FEAR. IT'S CONSTANT. SURVIVAL INSTINCT, ESPECIALLY UP IN PLACES LIKE THIS OR BACK UP ON ALTERNIA. EVEN IF IT AIN'T SURFACED, IT'S BEING PART. AND VITAL PART UP IN TOO.
He knew too many niave motherfuckers what thought they could (and should) cut out fear. Including his ownself.
I GOT MY HOPE AT FOR IT. LOT WHAT COULD BE MAKING USE. IF ONLY I GOT CHANCE AS TO UTILIZE.
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He takes the explanation, rolling it around in his head. Fear is vital, it's true. It's the primal instinct that teaches mortals when discretion is to be followed, when a choice is unwise. It can be wrong, and it can be overpowering and sinister, but ultimately it can also be a help and even a boon. He's a little surprised to come to that realization this way but mostly simply proud that Initiate is the one to be able to bring him to it. The pride is from somewhere paternal, and he doesn't comment on it, but he knows Initiate can feel it just the same.
If we can find a way to activate our powers outside of the Arenas, it would be a help to communicate instantaneously over distance like this. Powers outside are the first step, however. I suppose we can't rely on it until that's achieved.
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That, and there isn't anyone in the world who understands fear like he does. A being what all is made from it. Messiahs bestowed vision of his true face, the one he wears now. He and fear were one and the same. He's okay with that.
He can't read clear every little thought, but he can feel the outline and impression. He feels the churn of worry and wonder. Every bit of fear a small press in his pan. He feeds into words lacking fear with little nudges of worry-- what if we don't find a way, what if something goes wrong at with that-- and it's the difference in blurred vision and clear to the words.
WE WILL. ONE WAY OR MOTHERFUCKING OTHER, I GOT MY INTENTION AT TO GET THIS ABOUT US. THERE ARE MANY HERE WHAT GOT PROMISE UP IN THEM, HELD. ONE WAY OR OTHER WE'LL FIND AT A MEANS.
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That thought is all wound up in fear and worry. Hope too, but Albert was always the down to earth one. Not so much as Pyunma, but still a planner, a tactician, and Initiate being the same, Albert knows how he can help. They think alike on some level, or so the cyborg has come to notice. Where the Rebellion is concerned, it's a great help in that Albert can work with Initiate and know that they have the same end goal - especially by the same means.
And moreover, he's come to see Initiate as family, like a brother or son. Son in law, really, considering Trolls don't marry and being Terezi's matesprit is as close as they'll get. It's not something he's told the Troll exactly, but whether he's reading Albert's mind or not, the German believes he's more than shown his care.
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The only needed the means. Soon enough, he was sure. He can feel a coming strom like he could feel the distant end of times back upon Alternian.
THANK YOU, BROTHER. BELIEVE I'VE CAST ENOUGH VOODOO UPON YOUR PAN. BE ALL MOTHERFUCKING NAPHAPPY WITH YOU.
The Initiate does not have concept of a thing as a son in law. But he can understand an ally. A friend.
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And you, my fiend.