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[heal_theworld]

Who: Martel Yggdrasill and you!
What: Nightmares!
When: Today
Where: In Martel's nightmares
Rating: T to R for death and blood and general horror stuff.


[Martel was asleep in her bed when the toxin came, and she fell from her dreamless state of sleep to something much, much worse.

When you arrive in her dreamscape at first it seems empty, just blackness that seems to never end. It’s cold, and empty, and it’s almost like you’re trapped there, with nothing. Only when you take a step, does the blackness start to resolve into colors and pictures. A nightmare starts to take form, and you can’t escape until it plays out.

What’s your worst fear?]


[ooc: Sections: DEATH | GUILT TIME | SOULLESS/EVIL CRYSTAL DISEASE]

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DEATH

[heal_theworld]

[There’s a tree that it so large that it stretches up endlessly into the sky. Only this tree is brittle and dead, with black leaves littering the ground. There’s a pervading sense of urgency in the air, and there’s Martel, standing right in front of it, her staff glowing with power as she casts spell after spell on the dead tree, trying to do what she knows is the impossible and bring it back to life.] Please, work! You can’t die!

[But behind her? There’s a shadow, a man, more menacing than a normal man should be, with a long, wicked sword. He’s sneaking up on her, and he’s going to kill her. You can try to save her, but you’ll just stand there, helpless as he advances.]

[not_mafia]

[And Tsuna's there. He's not even that far away from either of them. He was watching Martel at first, frowning, watching her try in vain to revive the tree. But then he'd heard the footsteps-- no, it wasn't even that... He'd felt there was someone there-- and turned his head. Immediately, worry settles in his chest, and he tries to speak, tries to move-- and he can do neither.

That worry starts to bubble into panic when he turns his head; Martel doesn't see. She doesn't notice, she's so focused on saving that tree. That man, he's coming closer, and closer, and Martel doesn't know. He's getting too close, and Tsuna's literally screaming-- trying to scream-- but his throat feels like it's filled with cotton.

Where is his power? Even if he doesn't have his hyper dying will mode, if only he could just reach over and grab his dagger; but his arms won't respond, either.

He can't do anything but watch.]

[heal_theworld]

[Martel can't even hear Tsuna, or see him. She doesn't see the man either, or feel his blade, until it plunges into her back, running her through. She screams, dropping her staff as the man pulls out the sword, blood spattering her white dress as she falls heavily, hair pooling around her. The man drops his sword and disappears, leaving Martel dying on the ground.

Tsuna probably finds he can move now that he's watched her get stabbed.]

[not_mafia]

[The scream comes out too late.]

Martel!

[He runs over, thoughts racing, time seeming to slow. He couldn't do anything. Nothing. Not even warn her. He just watched, soundlessly, as the man stabbed her, blade going clean through her torso, out the other side.

Once he gets to her, he drops to his knees, reaching out to turn her over.

Oh my god. That is a lot of blood. She is losing so much blood, too fast, and he can't do anything.

He already feels tears pricking at his eyes as he whips his head up to yell.]

Someone! We need a healer, right now!

[Some part of his mind knows there's no one around. He bundles some of the loose cloth from her dress, pressing it against her wound. If only he'd at least said something.]

[valuedstrength]

[Steve doesn't know where he is and how he got there. The confusion quickly dissipates as soon as his eyes settle on Martel or more accurately the man behind her. He doesn't understand what Martel is doing, but he can tell she isn't hurting anyone. Even if she was, sneaking behind a woman with a sharp object made the man the bad guy in Steve's book. He tries to break out into a run to get in between them and protect whoever this woman was.]

Ma'am! Behind you! [His legs aren't working though. Steve glances down at them in frustration before shouting again.] Run!

[heal_theworld]

[Martel doesn't turn, doesn't even see him or hear Steve shouting. But she knows what's going to happen. She's already been through this once. Still, she can't even do anything as she's run through, a scream ripping from her throat. The man yanks the sword back out again and she falls right where she is, a puddle of blood staining the grass underneath her. The man disappears, dropping the sword right next to her with a clang, downing out her rattled breathing.]

[valuedstrength]

[It's a horrific sight to take in. Steve feels like he is watching a movie. Nothing he did seem to effect anything. It is in his nature though to always try even when there is seemingly no way to fix things. The second he can, Steve sprints to Martel. He drops to her side, pushing the sword aside, and looking over the wound. His first thought is that she can't be saved with a wound like that, but it's dismissed. He'll find someone who can save her. He has to.]

Hang on, ma'am. [He presses his hand against the wound to slow down the bleeding and hopefully buy her some precious time.] Help! We need some help over here!

[cloakand_danger]

[No. No, no, no, oh no. He knows what's coming. He's seen this in his own nightmares a thousand times and a thousand ways, and once again his limbs have failed him, rooted like stone as he can do nothing but watch and shout.]

MARTEL! Martel, run!

[heal_theworld]

[Martel can't hear him shouting, or see the man coming. She's knows her killer is there, though. She knows what's going to happen, as it's already happened before. The nightmare has to play out exactly, and she can't move, can't turn around, can't run.

She lets out a scream as he runs her through, and pulls it out, letting her collapse in a heap to the ground, holding her wound. And then he just disappears like he was never there, the bloodied sword dropping to the grass by her side.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke doesn't connect that the shape of a tree to his eyes rather than his general attempts to sense with his magic, but he's going to try to help Martel anyway. Just hurl his magic toward her in attempt to give her more power, to aid her, to shield her if possible.

The shadow doesn't seem to find his attempted barrier to be much of a deterrent, it seems, and Duke finds himself frozen with something he can't describe. ]

[heal_theworld]

[The power doesn't even reach her, and the barrier does nothing. Duke may not be able to see, but he can probably here Martel scream as the sword runs her through and her killer pulls it out, dropping it to the ground and disappearing as Martel falls heavily to the ground.]

GUILT TIME

[heal_theworld]

[You’re in a field. The field is full of dead things, dead grass, dead animals and plants, dead people. T here’s a group of faceless people alive, though, standing in what could only be a mob. Most of them are young girls and boys with long hair who look startlingly like Martel. There might be a few familiar faces in there, like the Aselians, and most notably, Yuan. They’re yelling at you, or maybe Martel is there too, and they’re hurling insults, that are sort of like this:]

This is your fault. You shouldn’t have died, and therefore the world wouldn’t be dead! Nobody would be dead!

It’s all your fault those girls died for you. Their lives were miserable because of you!

You could have done more, you could have healed the tree, and nobody would have to suffer.

You’re a weak person, and because of that all this happened.

[Things like that. Are you going to take that and agree with them? Or are you going to try to refute them?]

[wilder]

[After Zelos dealt with Onceler's dream of no breathing, he finds himself walking upon this field. He comes to a standstill, watching the mob scream and shout at him.]

[He crosses his arms, but for now he remains silent]

[heal_theworld]

[The mob focuses on him now, but it turns pleading and persuasive, almost like it's trying to convince him.]

You agree with us, don't you? Your life was ruined because of her. You say you don't blame her, but you do. Somehow, in some way.

[inafadingcrown]

[Does attempting to glare everyone into silence count as refuting? Because that's what Galadriel is going with.

Instinctively, she steps in front of Martel, placing a steading hand on her shoulder.]

[heal_theworld]

[Martel was not expecting Galadriel to walk into her line of vision, blocking the mob that is still shouting at her. She whispers quietly, tears gathering in her eyes.] Galadriel... What are you even doing here?

[selfless]

[When Colette arrives, she's to the side... watching this mob hurl insults at Martel. For a minute it's too much to comprehend. What is she seeing? This... this can't be real, can it? The shock roots her to the spot, but her mouth moves without thinking, and she says softly]

Stop it...

[and then she snaps out of that surprise that was rooting her to the spot. She hurries forward, standing to the side of the mob. She attempts to draw their attention by calling desperately]

Please stop!

[heal_theworld]

[Martel at least hears you. She turns, and she has tears in her eyes when she sees her, whispering, like she doesn't even believe it.] Colette...?

[lordofthevalley]

[Where his mother-in-law is content to glare at them, Elrond's a little more willing to comfort. And provide a shield against the mob, as he turns to Martel, resting a hand on her shoulder as he keeps his back to them, only casually glancing over to make sure they don't any overtly aggressive moves on them.]

[heal_theworld]

Elrond...? What are you even doing here? [She's watching the mob too, because she doesn't trust that they won't attack.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[For a moment, Dhaos believes that the crowd is yelling at him, though he knows not who they are. They're entirely correct about the world, the tree, and his being weak, and he wouldn't be surprised if he's at fault for the deaths of those children too. Thus he's rather confused when he realizes that the crowd is actually directing their scorn at a woman with green hair that seems rather familiar...

Seeing no reason why they should blame her for all that had gone wrong, Dhaos places himself between her and them.]

[heal_theworld]

[She startles when she sees him, because she remembers him, the man from their future, even farther than the others.] ...Dhaos?

SOULESS/EVIL CRYSTAL DISEASE

[heal_theworld]

[You’re in that blackness again, and it’s like a cage. No matter what you do, you can never reach anything or get out of that blackness. The terrible thing is, you can tell what’s happening outside of that blackness. People are talking, and you can see what’s happening, almost like watching a movie or something through a thick pane of glass. You can scream and shout and run all you like, but you’re never getting out.

Even worse it seems like there’s something…growing on your shoulder. Something painful. If you choose to look, it’s hard crystal scales that are green and ugly, creeping slowly down your arm. Soon, it will take over your body entirely and you’ll be crystal. It will be slow, and agonizingly painful. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

You might not be entirely alone though. Martel's probably there somewhere...if you can find her.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[Well, the cage sure wasn't pleasant. The Once-ler was used to his own self-made cages. At least those ones he could leave, even if he never chose to do so. He winces, rubbing at his shoulder, wondering if something bit him without realising.

...But what could possibly even leave something like that in a bite?]

Uh, hello? Anyone here, because I'm pretty sure this is infected and I don't have dying on my agenda right now.

[heal_theworld]

[Then something louder than the whispering outside voices, a possibly familiar voice calls out, slightly confused.] ...Hello?