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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 18, 2018 15:01:30 GMT -8
((-1 stability... I think I will hold off on more for the rest of the scene, unless you feel otherwise... ))
The house collapsed around you. You were barely able motivate your skeletal form
out of the way of the falling ceiling beams. How could you keep moving like this?
The last bits of your skin and flesh were falling off in flaky ashes. Your body was
so stiff, but uncannily light. All that work at exercise, literally blowing away in the
breeze. But how could it be real?
Something caught your eye (did you even have them anymore? How could you see?) in the flames-- a chunk of the roof had fallen, and a man sat atop it like someone
waiting for a bus. He looked to you, and smiled. He was unrecognizable, face
underlit by the flames.
((Roll 2d10+Reason to see if you can remember))
Man- "It feels interesting, doesn't it? The first time..."
On looking around, the whole neighborhood was aflame, houses already reduced to crumbled ruins. Cars blazed, trees were bare torches. Behind the house, the
abandoned factory tower was a pillar of flames reaching up to the orange-red sky. Heat waves rippled through the air, making the whole scene seem dizzy and
disorienting.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 15:03:55 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 15:07:45 GMT -8
I had read that psychopaths are less likely to pick up on imminent danger and are less able to process risk. I was unsure if my disconnection from the immediate danger was pathological or a matter of my current stress levels.Ryan (unfocused)-- "First time for what? Who are you and how do I get off this bullshit slide?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 18, 2018 15:16:33 GMT -8
You think you recognized this man-- he had somewhat unusual ears. Your vision
of the impaled man in the car...
He chuckled like a 50's TV dad talking to his precocious son.
Man- "Wouldn't we all like to? If you concentrate, your flesh
will come back. This is ב̀͢א̶҉ר̢ ̸͜ש͏͏ח̨͠ט̷͢͜. It's not always like this,
but it seems to want to be like this for you. Wonder why?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 15:22:18 GMT -8
My litigating instincts kicked in, whether that was a good idea or not was up for debate. I concentrated on re-fleshing, presenting my best self, but I was distracted by my irritation.Ryan (unfocused)-- "You sound very sure of yourself and yet you say nothing. Would you like to take another try at answering my questions?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 18, 2018 15:29:09 GMT -8
((Roll 2d10 + Will to see how much meat you can get back.))Man- "Oh yes yes, let's see... 'first time for what.' Well, first time here. If you want to call it hell, you can, but it's sort of like calling Tokyo 'earth.' And how do you 'get out'-- that's the real question. Don't think there would be many people here if they knew. But I don't think you're really here, you're just on vacation. The flames still burned, but somehow never consumed any more than they
already had, seemingly content to just lap at the edges of the rubble. "I'm not going to tell you how to change your evil ways. I don't even think you'll go here after you die-- you go where you think you deserve to go. What do you think you deserve?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 15:38:55 GMT -8
6btPdeKn+2 Oh, Hell, sure, I guess that makes--Ryan (unfocused)-- "And with that you have lain the whole cosmos at my feet. Hardly. If you are telling the truth then there is no absolute and universal truth of good and evil. I think people that strive and work to improve themselves and rise above their circumstance should be rewarded. If, as I said, what you say is true, then I certainly will not be returning here, as this is a place for the weak and faithful." ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 18, 2018 15:46:46 GMT -8
You gain more fluidity to your movement, fibers of muscle spread over
your limbs. You appear now more as a shrunken, burned corpse rather
than a fragile skeleton. Man- "It is, that it is. But I'm just talking about naturally. Obviously, you're here now. People get dragged into hell all the time. It was either an accident or סתריאל҉ wants you here. ¿̶̛̛ɹ̡͜ǝ̵͘͢ʍ̴͠͡o̧̨͏̕ʇ̶̧͜ ̸̕͟ǝ́̕͟҉̢ɥ͝͏͟͡ʇ̢͟͏ ̧̀̕ɥ̛̛̕͢͠ʇ̵̨̨̛̕ᴉ̡̧̀͟ʍ́͢ ̛́͟͝ʇ͢ɔ̷̢͘ɐ̡̀ʇ̀ú̸͡o̴͢ɔ͏̵̧ ̛͡҉̛͜u̡ᴉ̵͝͡ ̨̧ǝ̡͟҉̨ɯ̨́͢͞͠o̸̴͟ɔ̧̛̀͢͠ ̸̨͡ń̷̨̕o̴̢̧͢͞ʎ̷̢̡̡͠ ͟͡҉͘p̡̡̨ᴉ̷͠͡͠p͟͝ " I know about the boat, sadly I can't visit. I'm confined to ҉̶͟͜͞l͟͝͠ǝ̧p͘͏ɐ̨̢͟ʇ̸̷̨͜ᴉ̵̵̀͘ɔ̵̶̡́͝ ̴̡͢ǝ̴̨̛͟ɥ̶̢ʇ. "
You sense that if you just concentrated... you could make out more of these garbled words. ((You can sacrifice 2 stability to understand from here on.))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 15:58:05 GMT -8
Ryan (unfocused)-- "I don't remember a tower and I don't particularly care about your Citadel problem. If Centriol(?) wants me here, how would I go about returning? I need to speak with Mills about what all he has gotten me into."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 18, 2018 16:08:21 GMT -8
The words become clearer, but so does the rest of this hellscape. You feel
more a part of it, your charred body aches. Man- "It's up to Her whims, really. I suppose you could make an offering or do a favor for Her. Go somewhere alone, meditate on your loneliness, the inherent isolation of man, whatever. Get in the spirit, She's way into that. She's probably already watching you."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 16:11:32 GMT -8
Ryan (distressed)-- "I can do favors, but critical introspection and meditation aren't my thing. What do you want?" The final question was directed at any possible observer. If I was lucky, her favor would just involve murdering the entire Mills clan, in the material world and whatever afterlife they were residing in.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 18, 2018 16:18:18 GMT -8
Man- "Hmmm, you're not the perfect fit for Her then, but seems like you've already got a good career going anyway."
He glances off down the road and nods his chin that way. A police car
is on fire, but the cab sees clear, the door hanging open and the red and
blue lights still spinning somehow. "Might be her. Say hello to my son if you see him."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 16:21:35 GMT -8
Ryan (distressed)-- "And who pray tell is your son?" I looked towards the police car and gave him a moment to respond before departing.[/quote] Ryan (distressed)-- "Good luck in your prison, man."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 18, 2018 16:32:29 GMT -8
He smiled faintly.Man- "Not much of a family resemblance? Well, little Tim will join us soon enough."
He let you go, watching you from his perch on the ruined house. When you approached the police car, you could hear a sound over
the roaring flames. The car's radio was crackling. RADIO- "Calling all cars, where is Mills?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 16:38:30 GMT -8
I sat down in the driver's seat and took the radio.Ryan (distressed)-- "Mills is on the boat. If you take me to him, I will send him your way however you like."
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