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paradisalogs2012-10-06 10:34 am
commandsthewind) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-06 10:34 am
no more dreaming of the dead, as if death itself was undone
Who: Elizabeth Tudor and whoever feels like straying in here.
What: Nightmare plot, which in this case is just how awful the 16th century is to hapless queens.
When: All through the plot.
Where: The back pages of her mind.
Rating: R, for blood, beheading, death, sex, death and beheading.
[Elizabeth herself has fallen at her table, reading a book. A nice enough book for that matter, something silly and senseless.
Nothing at all that reflects what her dreams are about. Welcome to court, ladies and gentleman. 'Tis a merry occasion it seems.
For those taken into this part of dream -- it's not so bad at all, or at least not to start with. In fact the whole of court appears to have come out to this event, the great hall of Hampton is teeming with people. The gold and silver tapestry glitter like fairies wings in the candle light, the clothing of the courtiers is bright with colour, and their extravagant jewels shine so brilliantly. Something not unlike the Masquerade Ball so recently. The ladies with their perfectly made up faces, the men with their elegant manners. There is music playing in the background, and for the most part, it seems to be such a happy and lively place. Banners hang with the emblem of the royal family, the double rose in red and white. It's sewn into the servants clothing, it hangs around the neck of some men and women, carved into the stone and wood in some places, a mark of the gracious hospitality of the host. But what stands out most is they all seem to adore you, bowing to you as you pass as you make your way to whatever is in the centre.
It seems beautiful -- too beautiful. For there is something off with almost off with all of it. Behind their pretty laughter of the women, it sounds so subtly like a snake's hiss. The men smile and their teeth look like the fangs of a wolf. The back of your neck seems to prickle as you make your way through your crowd.
But come, stay a little while? Surely it cannot be so bad? It's just so lovely.]
What: Nightmare plot, which in this case is just how awful the 16th century is to hapless queens.
When: All through the plot.
Where: The back pages of her mind.
Rating: R, for blood, beheading, death, sex, death and beheading.
[Elizabeth herself has fallen at her table, reading a book. A nice enough book for that matter, something silly and senseless.
Nothing at all that reflects what her dreams are about. Welcome to court, ladies and gentleman. 'Tis a merry occasion it seems.
For those taken into this part of dream -- it's not so bad at all, or at least not to start with. In fact the whole of court appears to have come out to this event, the great hall of Hampton is teeming with people. The gold and silver tapestry glitter like fairies wings in the candle light, the clothing of the courtiers is bright with colour, and their extravagant jewels shine so brilliantly. Something not unlike the Masquerade Ball so recently. The ladies with their perfectly made up faces, the men with their elegant manners. There is music playing in the background, and for the most part, it seems to be such a happy and lively place. Banners hang with the emblem of the royal family, the double rose in red and white. It's sewn into the servants clothing, it hangs around the neck of some men and women, carved into the stone and wood in some places, a mark of the gracious hospitality of the host. But what stands out most is they all seem to adore you, bowing to you as you pass as you make your way to whatever is in the centre.
It seems beautiful -- too beautiful. For there is something off with almost off with all of it. Behind their pretty laughter of the women, it sounds so subtly like a snake's hiss. The men smile and their teeth look like the fangs of a wolf. The back of your neck seems to prickle as you make your way through your crowd.
But come, stay a little while? Surely it cannot be so bad? It's just so lovely.]
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Hungry vicious wolves.
Another reaches for Sayaka's neck, and the nails are not so subtle this time, they leaves deep red lines on tender skin that should well with blood. Still the laughter continues, the vile words.]
Just like her bitch of a mother, should of taken her head off too!
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Mami-san.
Her airway struggles with a sensation that can only be called drowning, even as she still stands on dry land. The ring on her left hand glows, shifting into the teardrop-like shape it was originally in, so bright it may well be aflame, until her entire body is engulfed by blue light. Combat garb replaces the civilian clothing she had worn, circles of self-regeneration spells already beginning to fix damage.
She doesn't speak, but the snarl widens.
With the practiced hand motions of a conductor, seemingly-endless cutlasses pierce through the crowd gaining on her, coming from every direction]
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Like mother, like child! Traiterous bitch. Illegitimate whore!
[the blades cut them, and oh they bleed. But they do not stop. Now they bare down with blood dripping from their fingertips as they got to rip and pull at clothing this time.]
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She draws more blades, movements slowed as her magic defaults to eliminating physical pain, continues to hack away.
Maybe she'll die again here. So be it, then, but she sure won't let up until she takes some of them with her]
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In fact, the more violent she becomes, the more they come to ignore her.
Till it seems like she never existed at all, and all the blows come to nothing on them.]