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オリジナルの投稿元:Gydaton RP
9/19/2016 3:18:18 AM
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[b]Slowly, the feeling ebbed away, replaced once more with relief. Darkness folded away and Lance stood in a massive room... With a single beating orb in the middle. It gave off the same sound as a heartbeat.[/b]
[b]Damien was sitting down not to far off, gazing up at it silently.[/b]
English
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[i]"Kinda. The first placement is always the hardest... At least, in terms to getting to the rest. Pain wise... I wouldn't think on it too much. Your goal will to feel alive. These are meant to break you. It will feel like they are killing you. If you admit that you are dead... You will in fact die."[/i] [b]Damien says, not turning to Lance as he wipes away a trickle of blood pooling down his nose. He hadn't felt what Lance did... But there was the constant threat of brain injury. His mentality in this task was beyond that of physical strength... And Damien wasn't mentally stable to begin with.[/b] [i]"Now it should be one memory per seal. I just need to know where the next one is supposed to be..."[/i]
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[b]Damien nods and gets to his feet, extending a hand until the pulsing orb shrinks and floats down to his palm. He closes the metal fingers around the now small object and nods to the far end of the room.[/b] [i]"We can walk there."[/i]
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[i]"Doubt it... Interlocking doesn't work that way. These rooms are technically my body... While the tunnels are yours. Traveling between the two on a spiritual level... It almost like... We are really religious conjoined twins."[/i] [b]He shrugs as the room folds away, another tunnel slipping upwards... But this one was massive... And metallic... Lined with wires and electrical tubes.[/b]
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[i]"Possibly... Depends on what's left. There comes a point where my memories stop altogether."[/i] [b]He says simply, the world around them slowly rebuilding as Damien narrows his eyes.[/b] [i]"Guess we are going into this one at the same time..."[/i]
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[i]"Seems so... But that usually means something is wrong..."[/i] [b]Damien's breath shorten as he proceeds with caution, the scene rebuilding into a large street, with tall buildings that were crumbling, and lamp posts that were shattered...[/b] [b]As they went, the sky eventually gave way and droplets began to fall... But these were heavy, and almost amber in color... And smelled like boiling alcohol.[/b] [i]"I say my memories stop at a point because I've cut many of them off... This one is damaged..."[/i] [b]He remarks, pushing a hand farther to feel the unnatural rain, looking around at the misshapen structures. Damien didn't even know what this was... It was long swallowed away by his demons, malformed and turned into this... Place. The buildings were crooked and missing pieces, falling apart like paper in water. The street had deep black holes that fell into nothing, and the sky was asunder with the heavy smell of fire bourbon.[/b]
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[i]"This is what happens when you drink away your past... It breaks down your brain... At least the processing part."[/i] [b]Damien remarks as they trudge through the broken landscape, broken and hollow people beginning to stroll by... Like monsters in a horror town.[/b] [i]"I doubt anything bad will happen. Nothing left to hurt us..."[/i]
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[i]"We'll see..."[/i] [b]Damien remarks as the street continues in a mostly straight line for what seems like an extended time... Nothing of interest really happening. Every now and again the sickly rain would increase in its rage, but it usually faded away a moment later.[/b] [b]Eventually the road disappeared altogether, only dirt remaining as the buildings began to give way to rolling hills and a sky of emerald lightning.[/b] [i]"Course... Storms... This is Ubonae."[/i] [b]Damien muses as he picks himself up over the slimy grass.[/b]
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[i]"A man made planet... My man made planet."[/i] [b]Damien remarks as the rolling hills give way to lush green fields of grass, the rain picking up and clearing away into actual water, the distortions fading away... [/b]
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[i]"It was supposed to be my slice of heaven... And it was... For a time... But things changed."[/i] [b]Damien remarked as they continued towards a tall white structure coming into view.[/b] [i]"Curve balls are bitches..."[/i]
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[i]"War shattered it..."[/i] [b]Damien said simply, the small building coming into view, a white gazebo. Inside was a cushioned bench with two people, one clearly a much younger Damien, the other a woman Lance didn't recognize. She had long blonde hair and soft blue eyes... She had a gentleness to her, but a deep and aggressive fire as well.[/b] [b]The woman was laying across Damien's lap, reading a book, while Damien sat, half dazed in his seat. He was without augments, looking... He still had yellow eyes and spiked blonde hair... But the only metal on his body was a synthetic leg.[/b] [i]"Well... Best to keep walking... Can't dawdle..."[/i] [b]Damien says, pacing away from the scene in a hurry as the torrent continued its attack.[/b]
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[i]"Yes... But it's easier to forget her than remember."[/i] [b]He remarks as the fields begin to distort once more as the as fills once ore with the smell of alcohol, stronger than before, the storm raging like a monsoon... Luckily, with a light appearing not far off.[/b]
