Re: The Battle Royale S2 [Round 3: Endymion]
08-25-2011, 07:33 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Voices twisted around him, gibbering, chanting, laughing, a mix of madness that drilled into his mind and clung tenaciously…
The Dream didn’t like where this was going. The fact that he had lost his ward was worrying enough, but his own appearance had become drastically different. That only happened when there was an instability in identity.
His new appearance was gaunt and crooked and...actually, well, sinister all around. He couldn’t say he liked where this was going.
As it was his duty to take care of his ward’s health, both physical and mental, the Dream started down through the labyrinthine sewers. It didn’t feel like it was a lucid dream. He could only hope it would stay that way.
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Jeremy found himself disappointingly outside, out where people milled around, being not-drunk, out where it felt vaguely damp, out where bartenders didn’t give you large frothing mugs of liquor. It was all very saddening. Which meant it was probably a good time to have a drink.
But not back where he had come from; he was fairly certain he wouldn’t be welcomed back. Just keep opening doors until he found a different bar.
When Jeremy reached for a doorknob, he was somewhat surprised when the doorknob reached back. He still had the presence of mind to yank his hand away when the knob bit down. And then it went back to being a regular doorknob.
Shaking his hand as though it had been bitten, Jeremy glanced suspiciously up and down the street. He could only think of one situation where doorknobs could bite, and it wasn’t a very welcome one. Choosing a random direction, he slunk off. It was probably best to not mess with doors for a while.
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And all around, the town was warping in eerie, but subtle ways. There were some things that grew darker. There were some things that grew deadlier. And there were some that didn’t seem to change at all but lay in wait, ready for any passerby to find out how much they did change…
Voices twisted around him, gibbering, chanting, laughing, a mix of madness that drilled into his mind and clung tenaciously…
The Dream didn’t like where this was going. The fact that he had lost his ward was worrying enough, but his own appearance had become drastically different. That only happened when there was an instability in identity.
His new appearance was gaunt and crooked and...actually, well, sinister all around. He couldn’t say he liked where this was going.
As it was his duty to take care of his ward’s health, both physical and mental, the Dream started down through the labyrinthine sewers. It didn’t feel like it was a lucid dream. He could only hope it would stay that way.
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Jeremy found himself disappointingly outside, out where people milled around, being not-drunk, out where it felt vaguely damp, out where bartenders didn’t give you large frothing mugs of liquor. It was all very saddening. Which meant it was probably a good time to have a drink.
But not back where he had come from; he was fairly certain he wouldn’t be welcomed back. Just keep opening doors until he found a different bar.
When Jeremy reached for a doorknob, he was somewhat surprised when the doorknob reached back. He still had the presence of mind to yank his hand away when the knob bit down. And then it went back to being a regular doorknob.
Shaking his hand as though it had been bitten, Jeremy glanced suspiciously up and down the street. He could only think of one situation where doorknobs could bite, and it wasn’t a very welcome one. Choosing a random direction, he slunk off. It was probably best to not mess with doors for a while.
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And all around, the town was warping in eerie, but subtle ways. There were some things that grew darker. There were some things that grew deadlier. And there were some that didn’t seem to change at all but lay in wait, ready for any passerby to find out how much they did change…