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オリジナルの投稿元:Gydaton RP
9/21/2016 1:57:12 AM
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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]
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[b]As they moved, the bright light overcame them and they stood in a massive orb, surrounded by hundreds of red disks swirling around.[/b] [b]Damien doesn't hesitate to throw the orb out of his hand as it grows and fills up the sphere, the strange glass below them the only real space they have still for moving.[/b] [i]"Once more... It will be more painful... But you must feel alive."[/i]
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[b]Damien quickly faded away, as does the rest of the strange room, Lance falling into emptiness as a pulsing sensation grabs him.[/b] [b]This time, the pain feels like whips with barbed glass dig into his skin and tear away at his flesh while screws spin inside his bones. Then the intense feeling of sorrow and grief as if heavy depression cam crashing down.[/b]
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[i] Lance screamed, a guttural sound that came from the depths of his body, the pain tearing at his very being. Once that was over, he gasped as the sinking and suffocating feeling swept over him. He'd felt exactly like this far too many times... but once Lance felt it was too much, he thought of his kids, his sister, and Annabelle. The reasons he was going trough this hell. [/i]
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[b]The feelings seemed to wear on, endlessly... Then the strangest feeling came over Lance... Like the feeling of intense time passage... Years seemingly going by with the pain refusing to ebb away...[/b] [b]Then altogether, it stopped... The surge never coming, but the relief returning in waves... Slowly... Like the flow of water over his very being.[/b]
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[i] Lance shivered as the feelings went away, but it set his teeth on edge. He didn't like how one minute he felt like he'd rather jump off a bridge than deal with that, but the next moment he might as well have been relaxing in a hot spring. [/i]
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[b]The darkness wiped away in a blur... Damien standing tall above him, suspended in air... Around him... Two small black orbs.[/b] [i]"I went ahead and collected these while you were gone... I just need to know where you want these..."[/i] [b]Damien dropped to the strange concrete ground that was barely illuminated by a strange light source above them. Everywhere else was just darkness... Utter darkness...[/b]
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"Just go ahead on up my forearm. Might as well continue there, and we'll put the last one on my chest." [i] He shook his head, running his hand over his face and hair.[/i] "This'll make three..? It feels like thirty." [i] Lance says, and he meant it. The physical strain of the new seals were ridiculous.[/i]
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[i]"It's gonna only get worse from here... But we are close."[/i] [b]Damien blinks slowly, his yellow eyes faded back to their plain blue. His own seal strength was waning from the energy he had to give to create these seals.[/b] [i]"That means it's your memory next."[/i] [b]Damien turned and looked around, scratching the back of his head in annoyance. He had no idea where they were... He had never done more than two seals in a single person.[/b] [i]"Well... Where does it feel we are...? Could be the brain with all this empty space."[/i] [b]He says with a stupid grin, looking up at the light above them.[/b]
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[i] Lance flipped him off, looking around him. [/i] "Actually.. it might actually be my brain, feels like my mind anyways." [i] When the scenery began to fade to a white, snow falling around them, Lance nodded with a half smile.[/i] "Yeah, I know where this is. I suppose we're both gonna see this one."
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[i]"I used to like snow... Until I took up smoking."[/i] [b]Damien says monotone as he moves his eyes slowly across the scene. One more horror to add to the already copious amounts of violence that had contorted his mind into a virtual hellscape.[/b] [i]"Brothers bonded by blood may be close, but brothers bonded by the mindset of prevalence and perseverance are not only true brothers, but the deepest of enemies..."[/i] [b]Damien quotes, folding his arms and tapping his cheek with his finger as they went.[/b]
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Willにより編集済み: 9/25/2016 6:58:07 AM"That sounds oddly familiar.." [i] Lance muttered, the scene taking the form of a mountaintop, a clearing filled with snow and surrounded by jagged rocks while two figures sat in the middle of the area. The first was clearly Lance, only slightly younger looking than what he was now, maybe by a year or two. Even in the snow; he wore a black t-shirt and jeans, legs crossed as he stared at the person across from him. His companion was wrapped in a white cloak, body concealed except for his head. Long, white hair flowed down his back and stopped past his shoulders, unnaturally long for a man. Kind, warm brown eyes gazed outwards, his face marking him at around thirty to thirty-five years old. [/i] "Codename; Frostbite." [i] The present Lance gestures to the man.[/i] "One of the only men I can honestly say I don't want to get in a fight with." [i] Damien saw on the past Lance's arms and face, were bruises. Mottled purple and yellow, like he'd lost a fight, a bad one at that. [/i]
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[i]"That's why you use guns."[/i] [b]Damien remarks, thinking of how high explosive grenade launchers could solve most of life's problems... Kinda... Well mostly small problems like how to take out anger on broken machines or how to misfire into a crowd of civilians... Either way... He didn't understand why Lance was such a person for sword fighting. He'd taken a bad one from this... Guy.[/b]
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"Guns are weapons of impulse. All it takes is a twitch of a finger to end someone's life. Takes a lot more with a sword." [i]He said simply.[/i] "And I assure you, a gun wouldn't have solved anything against him." [i] Suddenly, terrible, atrocious feelings washed over Damien and Lance. Anguish, sorrow, rage, revenge, sadness, not a single positive emotion. The source, was Lance. The past Lance anyway. It was a terrible sight to behold. Or feel, rather. Even the present Lance winced. Whatever was happening between the two men before them, it was something on a spiritual level. Lance seemed to be meditating of sorts, and so did this "Frostbite." [/i]
