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オリジナルの投稿元:Gydaton RP
9/12/2016 11:11:34 PM
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[i]Lance's heart ached and screamed for the poor child, his fists bunched up so tight his nails were digging divots into his palms. He knew he couldn't do anything considering it was only a memory, but it still killed his heart.[/i]
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[b]Suddenly, Lance feels the sensation of pulling cascade across his body with that sharp prickling feeling as he's suddenly thrust into a large red tunnel... Which was squishy and damp... [/b] [b]Large red disks began to fly by, while a familiar voice mumbled something behind him... It was Damien, looking at the opposite wall of the tunnel as the red disks floated past.[/b]
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[i]"Well... Damn..."[/i] [b]Damien turns and quickly raises an eyebrow, seemingly seeing Lance.[/b] [i]"Woah... You are here too... Can't figure out where I am... It reminds me of a blood stream. Cells... Membranes..."[/i] [b]Damien scratches the top of his head, looking up as a large disk floats past.[/b] [i]"Think we've reached your bloodstream... Maybe. This must be the flow canals."[/i]
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[i]"I don't mean literally dumbass. Flow is represented by our bloodstream. There's no other way to describe it... Most of my studies on seals are theoretical. We've reached your flow. That means we've found the mind... Which begs the question... What did you see? I don't need details, just an overview. We'll know by the visions."[/i] [b]Damien folds his arm as another disk flies away overhead, off into the dark red darkness.[/b]
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[i]"Eh... Figures... We haven't breached the first layer... We need to push deeper. It'll be more dangerous... And the likely hood that the memories take on a corporeal entity is very likely..."[/i] [b]Damien pushes on one of the squishy walls causing it to rumble.[/b] [i]"I'm going to see if I can open your body first... Mind next, and of course heart is the hardest."[/i] [b]Damien pushes into the wall until it seemingly begins to absorb him and pull him in, his body disappearing under the red later until he disappears entirely.[/b]
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[b]Damien begins to slip away into darkness at the same rim as Lance as the tunnels folds away behind him and pulls him away. He sat there... Suspended quietly as he looked around. Theories and scientific hypothesis could only get him so far. He was breaking new ground every second.[/b]
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[i] The darkness around Damien shifted, until he was standing inside a house. Hardwood floors and high vaulted ceilings along with chandeliers and artwork all over the walls made for a nice setting. If flames weren't licking at the walls and smoke was curling from the floor. A boy stood at the bottom of a staircase, no older than maybe eight, with soft blue eyes and short brown hair. He wore a white t-shirt and shorts, his face fixed with a look of horror. If Damien followed his gaze, across the large living room was a tall man dressed in all white, from his shirt to his shoes. Black hair topped his head, and a sneer was stamped on his square face and jaw. He held a familiar all black katana, that was buried in the chest of a man that lay on the floor. The man's skin was ashen and his hair was and face were dusted with ash from the fire around them, but the man on the ground managed to lift his head and yell two words, before the katana was jerked up and cut through his chest even farther. [/i] "Go, Lance!" [i] He choked out, before being eviscerated and lay still. The boy at the bottom of the stairs ran forward, out the front door with a slam. The strangest thing about the murderer though, for all the blood, ash, and smoke around, his outfit stayed spotless. He didn't seem to chase the boy, instead flicking the blood off the katana and spattering it across the corpses face, simply walking towards the door.[/i]
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[b]It was times like this... Damien could use a smoke... A Cuban Cigar, 1845...[/b] [b]He followed after the boy, not willing to tempt fate by following the bigger man... If he suddenly sensed Damien's presence... He'd have chaos on his hands... Besides, he needed to follow what he assumed was a younger Lance... He was the more important piece of the puzzle.[/b]
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[i] He found Lance standing across the street, staring at what was once an impressive but simple house, now going up in flames. Pieces of the roof collapsing, Windows shattering, etc. The boy stood, silent tears falling from his face and leaving tracks in the ash and smoke that covered his face, his fists balled at his sides. If Damien was any kind of judge of character, he could see the definitive look in the boy's eye, even clouded by tears. A look of vengeance and sorrow, born then and there as he looked upon his burning home. [/i]
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[b]Damien blinked slowly and rubbed his metal jaw... He knew the look all to well... It was what he felt when he was younger. Lance wasn't much different than him in that regard... But such passion at a young age was nothin but cruel. No one should have to experience such pain.[/b] [b]But he knew there was nothing that could be done... There was only the past to remember.[/b]
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[i] The scene shifted, into a dark warehouse. Lance had just walked in the door across the room, a knife falling from his hand as it clattered to the floor. In a pool of blood. Closer inspection would show that the walls and floor were decorated with the Crimson liquid, and the source seemed to be.. Humans. Teenagers that were hanging from chains. Two boys, and three girls with their skin hanging off them in strips, their faces unrecognizable from all the blood on them. One of the boys, the only one Alive, lifts his head and utters one word to Lance. Too far across the room for Damien to hear, but it sparks Lance to run to the door, slipping in blood on the way. [/i]
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[i] Outside the door and into an alleyway, Lance was vomiting up bile. Once he seemed like he'd emptied his stomach, he sat down, back sliding down the brick alley wall and screaming to the heavens at the top of his lungs. [/i] "Why, why, why?!" [i] He screamed between choked sobs, before a voice spoke up. [/i] "Why, you ask? Well, your answer is right here." [i] Standing a few feet away from Lance was the same man Damien had seen in the previous memory, albeit a few years older. Still dressed in white, still spotless. The man looked like he was about to speak, but the scene shifted once again. [/i]
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[b]Damien's eyes shift to a fading purple, rubbing them slightly as he felt weariness draw upon him. Brutality, along with his current input of power into Lance made him tired. But he knew he had to be strong... To continue this mind numbing torture...[/b]
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[i]The next scene, there was a joyous occasion, Lance was an adult, standing in a hospital room next to a beautiful woman on a hospital bed, a nurse pulling a baby boy from the woman and holding him in her arms while Lance leaned and kissed the woman, his hand in hers. The happiness didn't last long. Things go awry, the woman on the bed starts to convulse, monitors and machines start to beep and screech, until the woman lies still, her eyes blank. The void that was within Lance, what had seemingly been repressed, seemed to swallow him up with a sense of finality and dread, a feeling of never being able to recover. That memory flowed seamlessly to one of a tearful Lance, full of anguish. He was standing in an area that was pitch black, but light shined on two figures, a table with a piece of paper and a pen. Lance seemed to be talking to this extraordinary figure, like he was making a deal with him. The man was dressed in a sharp suit, but the amazing thing was his body. It was like he was made out of stars, galaxies, and stardust. The contract theory was only supported by Lance bending over and signing his name on the piece of paper, probably a contract, with the celestial being shaking his head like Lance didn't know what he was getting himself into. [/i] https://imgur.com/a/iGjnc
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[i]"Okay... Lance knows great big people... I'm gonna have to find some more important friends..."[/i] [b]He remarks with a sarcastic bite, as he runs a hand through his hair.[/b] [b]For a moment, Damien just stood there... Quiet... Pondering something before a few simple words passed his lips.[/b] [i]"Annibelle is in good hands..."[/i] [b]Damien sighed and rubbed his shoulder to relax himself. He felt certain... He knew that Lance was the best one to handle this...[/b]
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[i]"More like uncensored documentary, but equally as shitty... I'm certain that's all broken down your mind to an extent... But not your body... That means we start with the head."[/i] [b]Damien shrugs and walks down the looming tunnel quietly, hands falling into the pockets of his jeans. He was still shirtless... But his skin had taken on a pale tone as if he had grown sick.[/b]
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[i]"Loosing energy quickly. Should have brought imaginary orange slices and vitamin water."[/i] [b]He jokes, not turning to Lance as he walked.[/b] [b]The tunnel eventually drifted off into a massive black area... A small light at the end.[/b] [i]"It's one of mine... Looks like we can go around it."[/i]
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[i]"Well... Faster through the memory... But less you have to see."[/i] [b]Damien remarks, slowing down until he comes to a complete stop.[/b] [i]"Besides, I'm useless until we get to where we need to be."[/i]
