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paradisalogs2012-10-06 06:23 pm
mal_addict) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-06 06:23 pm
It's about craving
Who: Maladict and YOU
What: Nightmares
When: Nightmare plooot
Where: HER MIND
Rating: R for violence. If you tag into this she WILL attempt to kill your character.
[At least you're still in a castle for this nightmare. It's quite a lot like Paradisa, really. Big stone walls, suits of armour lining the halls. But there's a sense that you've wandered into something's lair which grows stronger with every step.
Drapes cover the windows, shrouding the halls in a semi-darkness, only the faint glow of the moon occasionally getting through. If you were to look outside the window, you'd see an old cobbled road. Any horse-drawn coaches outside move quickly past the castle, as if they don't want to be near the place, which is a pretty good assessment.
There's a faint screaming sound coming from under your feet. Multiple faint screaming sounds, in fact. Whatever is down in the dungeon, you really don't want to be there. Though soon you might not have much of a choice, because someone is following you in the darkness. Something which gives a low amused chuckle]
Mother won't like that you got out of the dungeon, sweet thing.
[Stepping out of the shadows is Maladict, though it hardly looks like her. Her hair is long, and she's wearing exactly the sort of dress she wouldn't be caught undead in any more. But this isn't the Maladict of Paradisa. This is Maladicta, and coffee is decidedly not her thing]
What: Nightmares
When: Nightmare plooot
Where: HER MIND
Rating: R for violence. If you tag into this she WILL attempt to kill your character.
[At least you're still in a castle for this nightmare. It's quite a lot like Paradisa, really. Big stone walls, suits of armour lining the halls. But there's a sense that you've wandered into something's lair which grows stronger with every step.
Drapes cover the windows, shrouding the halls in a semi-darkness, only the faint glow of the moon occasionally getting through. If you were to look outside the window, you'd see an old cobbled road. Any horse-drawn coaches outside move quickly past the castle, as if they don't want to be near the place, which is a pretty good assessment.
There's a faint screaming sound coming from under your feet. Multiple faint screaming sounds, in fact. Whatever is down in the dungeon, you really don't want to be there. Though soon you might not have much of a choice, because someone is following you in the darkness. Something which gives a low amused chuckle]
Mother won't like that you got out of the dungeon, sweet thing.
[Stepping out of the shadows is Maladict, though it hardly looks like her. Her hair is long, and she's wearing exactly the sort of dress she wouldn't be caught undead in any more. But this isn't the Maladict of Paradisa. This is Maladicta, and coffee is decidedly not her thing]
