unfashionedsoul (unfashionedsoul) wrote in awoken_rp, @ 2016-08-23 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lenaya bishop, character: victor henry van rijn, rating: r, status: in progress, type: private, type: thread, warning: language |
Where the Wild things Are
Date: August 22nd, 2031
Time: 9pm
Location: Some alley.
Characters: Victor van Rijn and Lena Bishop
Description: A run in with the other side.
Status/Rating: Private, in progress, TBD
There were little things about the day that seemed off. Victor had drawings that he did not remember making. There were empty pages that worried him, creatures that might have got out on their own? Victor knew his abilities were unpredictable when it came to 'living'' subjects, but they usually had to be touched by him to get out. People might tell him to stop drawing creatures that could make trouble for him, but those people did not understand the inner workings of a hyper creative mind. At times, he wondered if his magic was not him creating these things, but of them using him to get out into the world. How different could his ability be from his brother's after all? With the storm blowing outside of his window, Victor found his equipment already packed up. Most of his items had been meticulously built to be resistant to the storms, but much like making something water resistant- resistance was not waterproof. Nothing could be wild magic proof, it was too unpredictable and changed as soon as one thought they had it figured out. Victor had a theory that his items might have resistance due to most of them being brought into the world off of a 2D existence, but he had never really tested the theory. Standing outside, he stared up at an alley wall. His hands moving over the cement side with his chalks. The image before him slowly emerged from the depths of his mind. A hundred eyes in the darkness, that shifted before he was even done with them, while a large shadow loomed over a detailed illustration of him- of his brother. Part of Victor wanted his brother to come to life from it, but no matter how many times he drew his face, nothing happened. As Victor continued to draw the shadow became a monster, like all the others, with long spider-like legs and an ash white face. It wanted to live in his nightmares. Stopping the madness, he took out a pink chalk and drew a flower between the monster and his brother. |