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Welcome to my nightmare

Who: Sheena Fujibayashi and YOU!
What: Nightmare!
When: During the Nightmare Plot (backdated to the 5th)
Where: Her mind
Rating: PG?

[Sheena had planned to go back to Lloyd's house as soon as she could, but that plan was changed without her permission as she succumbed to whatever malevolent force decided to infiltrate the castle and put its residents to sleep.

Like many others, she now sleeps deeply, no movement or sound except the occasional protest as her slumber is interrupted by memories and nightmares she had long ago buried.

Memories that are now alive and well and waiting to share themselves with whoever crosses their paths.

Sleep well.]

Sections: Corrine's Replacement || Friendly Advice? || Left Behind

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[You find yourself in a strange place--a Temple of sorts--where Lightning rules and can appear from nowhere, striking whenever, whatever, whoever it pleases.

But, you are not alone. You are with a group following and aiding the young summoner Sheena Fujibayashi, who very cautiously and trepidatiously approaches the dais where the Summon Spirit Volt makes his presence known. You watch as Sheena requests a pact with Volt, which he resoundingly refuses, lashing out with fatal lightning strikes, taking down whoever they strike--including whoever protects Sheena.

But, be warned, for that's only the beginning of this nightmare, for as with any good dream, things shift and change, and you'll find yourself the one watching as Volt takes away those you care about.

One by one. Over and over.]

[ooc: For this scenario, canonmates who take the place of Corrine will each have a different reaction from Sheena as her feelings for them are revealed. Her "it should have been me" attitude will be the trigger for the change, but of course, she doesn't become either the spectator or the victim.]

Edited 2012-10-06 13:51 (UTC)

[Once again, you're in that Temple, and although you know you came in with a group of people, when you look around, they aren't there. No one is there--except you.

And the voices. So many of them. Male, female, familiar, unfamiliar--all from the past... They start off barely audible, a murmur that forces you to listen intently to catch the words, phrases that can chill a person to the bone, especially when uttered by your best friend with such conviction that you know them to be true:

"You never should have survived. You never should have been born."

What will you do now?]

Edited 2012-10-06 13:36 (UTC)

[This dream starts off pleasant, in the castle garden. You and your friends are playing with an adorable fox-like creature that part of you knows shouldn't be there, but your heart is glad he is.

You turn away for a moment to get something, and when you turn back, everyone is suddenly gone, leaving you feeling abandoned and utterly alone...]

Edited 2012-10-06 13:58 (UTC)

[The Once-ler is rather confused here. Angry mobs aren't foreign to him, and his family have muttered such things before. When they thought he couldn't hear them.

But these people? He has no idea who they are]

Ohhhkay how exactly did I make you mad?

[Dhaos isn't terribly sure what exactly is going on for a moment. He recognizes Sheena, but this place and the others he has no recollection of. The "how" and "why" of the situation stops mattering the moment the spirit switches to the offensive though.

He doesn't think when a blast of lightening arcs toward Sheena; he acts, throwing himself in the way of the blast.]

[ That sounds like its a potential good thing, as Duke doesn't really have many friends to make one-by-one last very long.

But unfortunately, he has some friends with multiple forms. Duke reacts the same to a young elven man with odd hair extensions as the large gold-and-white creature, the same to a young elven woman with odd hair extensions as the large brown-blue-and-white creature.

... and even if there are only a few of them, there's a small variety of ways one can die from electricity. Charring is different from electrocution.

And soon Duke can't decide if he should curl up on the ground and try to hide from the sounds and scents or if he should run for the electric ball in attempt to make everyone he cares about stop dying by beating them to it. ]

[The whispering begins again, filling the air and surrounding him, until five simple words can be heard.]

You. Know. What. You. Did.

[Overwhelmed by memories, Sheena has fallen to her knees and remains unmoving, even as Volt's Lighting grows closer. The sudden silence when it stops deafening, broken only by the horrendous sound of a body hitting the floor behind her. Eyes wide with horror, Sheena turns slowly, afraid of--yet knowing--what she'll see.

And screams one word:]

NO!!

[He can try to stop the Spirit, but his anger towards humanity and whoever helps them knows no bounds. He had been betrayed by them, a promise broken, never to be rectified.

How dare they and their ilk seek to make a new pact with him?

He is determined they learn the lesson that he won't be trifled with and like a cat with a mouse, torments his prey with near misses and bolts that both sizzle the skin and shock the system, but yet to do any real damage.]

[It hurt a little. ...Well, alright, it hurt a lot, but it was hardly the worst pain he'd ever experienced. Dhaos is a might bit annoyed at the temporary paralysis though; it's a tad difficult to protect anyone when you're lying prone on the floor. For the most part though, he's uninjured.]

I'm fine! Run!

[Well, yes. Yes he did. He frowns, still trying to locate where those whispers are coming from]

I'm getting a lot of that recently.

[ Its a pity Duke can't understand the spirit, because they might have something to talk about if he could.

Its only after Duke has to struggle to keep his limbs from trembling and refusing to support him that he starts thinking about hurting the spirit for what it kept doing a little more carefully.

He wasn't good with earth. Earth was opposite, right? What was opposite fire-and-wind? Duke tries to focus an Aqua Laser upon it, even if that was the other element he wasn't good with. ]

[Well... isn't this feeling bit familiar? Thing is he's not sure of why it is so.

Where did everybody go, anyway?]

... Hello?

[Hey this is a place that Zelos actually recognizes]

The Temple of Lightning-!?

[Except he sees Sheena in the way of some lightning strike, and without really thinking he moves to shove her out of the way. He was about to dodge too, but he wasn't fast enough and gets hit]

-- Ngh!

[Understanding the Spirit won't help him in the least--just ask that half-elf who understands what he's saying. Volt doesn't want to have anything to do with humanity.

Not even a simple, civil conversation.

Instead, he continued his game of cat and mouse, aiming wherever he could to confuse them, scatter them, making them his targets to do with as he pleased.

But what is this? Did he somehow manage to miss one? Gliding over towards the white-haired man, he sent a bolt flying in his direction--a token warning before the Spirit got down to business.

Only to be surprised at the water-based spell aimed at him. It hits, but although it's his weakness, it does very little damage while angering him more and bringing his focus upon the man before him.]

[The voices are coming from all around; above, below, behind, never in the same place, yet always there.

A new phrase can be heard, soft at first, until it becomes a cacophony of sound clashing with itself.]

It's your fault. It's your fault! IT'S YOUR FAULT!

["Your fault" echoes in the air and through the body, repeating endlessly through the mind and soul.]

[Sheena's frozen in place, her eyes unseeing that he is in fact, all right. She somehow manages to crawl her way over to his prone body, the words he's spoken lost in the dim recesses of her memory. When she speaks, her voice is choked with tears--both shed and unshed.]

No! Why?! Why did you do that? Please, don't die!

[Welcome to the scene of two of Sheena's worse memories and nightmares, Zelos--one of which you thought you knew because you were there. But what is knowing without experiencing? Merely a guess or observation that can or cannot be correct.

And that experience is only beginning as he pushes her out of the way, the epithet she's ready to hurl at him stilling before being spoken as she watches in horror as he's struck down.]

ZELOS!! YOU IDIOT!!!

[No one answers, but they can't be too far away, since you can hear the murmur or their voices coming from nearby somewhere.

Perhaps you should take a look?]

[Okay no. This is not cool. His own personal guilt is enough of a burden, and this extra is an overload to the system. He winces, closing his eyes and covering his ears with his hands, even if neither of those actions do anything to stop that endless tirade]

Okay, I get it. Just quit it!

[Oh, but the voices are far from finished with their accusations. The punishment has merely begun as the volume continues to rise and fall--an ear-splitting crescendo one second, and a barely heard lover's whisper the next. Until there was nothing more than an eerie silence and a pitch blackness that envelops everything.

Enjoy this brief intermission in this dream there's no escape from.]

[Yeah, he so wants to go back to his crappy Lerkim now. At least there he knows the only voices hating him are the ones in his own head. And most of them take the form of his mothers voice anyway. Nothing like this.

He turns, looking about the darkness when silence finally returns]

Okay. Right. Finding a way outta here.

[Want and desire have no effect here. Every step taken returns to this very spot of inquisition--this memory of fault and failure.

A memory that takes on a new life as the darkness is suddenly pierced by a lightning strike, revealing that voices and darkness aren't the only things surrounding the area.

Faces appear in that brief illumination--men and women both--all with eyes filled with an indescribable hatred. A loathing so strong that it can be seen and felt as the brightness fades, leaving only the eyes shining in the darkness, unblinking and forever judging.]

[ Duke could still agree with that - although at this point, he just wants to hurt it enough that it knows it had gone over the top, even if it kills him. Because at this point, the mage doesn't care if he dies from this.

The lightning hits, and Duke staggers, trying to focus again. The young mage had used it on him several times, it shouldn't take him that long to remember how Tidal Wave worked. Obviously he takes longer than he should, and the shape of the spell is wrong, and he might be swept off his feet by his own spell, but that's not what he cares about at the moment. ]

[Oh, well that's not pleasant. Of course, he's dealt with angry people. His family. His workers. The people of the town he poisoned. But this is new. This is...pretty gosh darn uncomfortable.

He backs up a little, frowning when it gets him nowhere]

Great. Now what.

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Welcome to my nightmare

Tonight, the part of Corrine will be played by:

Friends Don't Lie, Right?

Left Behind

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This is going to be awful~ <3

... did I do this right?

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Probably!

It's fine!

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