thorden bbonerstrand (skelett) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-07 00:07:00 |
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Somewhere near where he stood there was a tiny crack and the chances of ever finding out exactly where it originated were slim to none. One of the mirrors being damaged wasn’t enough to ruin the effect that came about from having the lot of them crowded around each other in a seemingly endless array, if anything it made the arrangement even more disorienting. If he allowed his eyes to follow it he’d realize that to one side or another the crack seemed to edge a fraction of a millimeter; your mind playing tricks on you in almost making it seem as if the crack itself was moving. He knew it wasn’t, though that really did nothing to keep his gaze from falling back on it time after time as if it was the secret to finding his way out. Oden wasn’t sure exactly how he’d ended up here. Somehow what had been a dream about soccer practice literally taking place in the lake had turned into this nightmare that was like that some psychological thriller by some foreign director whose name was never pronounced properly. While nothing was evidently wrong there was the sinking feeling of dread slowly and surely creeping in. Creeping and seeping and leaching any warmth his body might have formerly possessed, leaving him with nothing but gooseflesh and a gnawing pit in his stomach. It wasn’t as if there was anything terrifying about his own reflection or that sliver of a spiderweb crack, nor even really that there was no immediate exit available. Perhaps it was the absence of any true reason that made the discomfort all that more pronounced, he not used to being honestly unsettled. And had it been mentioned how this all was tedious in its own way? Somehow shambling through a maze of mirrors was tiring, mayhaps due to occasionally thinking he’d found an out and then bumping straight into a mirror. Precisely that was what led to the one in a million discovery of where exactly that crack was. There was the by now familiar soreness on his forehead upon meeting reflective glass, but this time there was a new pain a few seconds later. The crack had actually been holding up a corner piece of its broken member, the same piece that had been jostled loose by Oden running into the mirror. Also the same piece that had fallen to cut a gash into the side of his head above his ear before clattering to the ground to break into even smaller pieces. The damage already done, the only thing he could really do was curse under his breath, raise a hand to his hair and take a ‘preemptive’ step back. Flitting his eyes down for that split second meant that the figure suddenly reflected a thousand times over was only seen out of his periphery. It might not have been for very long at all but that didn’t really matter as even from that glimpse there was an instant recognition. “Ludde?” he breathed as he whipped his head to the side so quickly it was surprisingly he didn’t slam it into another mirror. There was no response. While it might have seemed impossible on a second thought - what with being stuck alone - Oden swore it sounded even quieter than before. Of course this offered for him to try again in calling out for his brother. “Ludvig.” With that wound steadily pouring blood to soak his collar and his heart now pounding in his throat, you wouldn’t think his concern would be with the acoustics here. And it wouldn’t have been had the eerie termination of din not extended to the fact that there wasn’t even an echo to his loud utterance. Shoving his hands out to meet the maze around him, Oden’s large form no longer felt like it could fit in the area allotted to it. Never having experienced claustrophobia before this was all a new (and horrible) trek as he now tried to rely on his sense of touch and sight to navigate through the reiterative cavity. Progress was truthfully no more than before, the only thing he really amounted in doing was working himself up while gaining a frantic edge to his tone as he continued to call for his brother. There were no sounds back. Until the sickening, indescribable squelch that played as a prelude to the reflections around him being marred with a sanguine coating. For the second time he was utterly caught off guard, fearing some worst-case scenario all but automatically confirmed by a wet thud and the appearance of his brother nth-fold again. This time there was no quickness, Oden facing a long moment staring in abject horror at the repeats of a bloodied, obviously dazed, yet still very much alive Ludde staring up at him. He may not have been aware of his brother’s exact location, but the same could not be said the other way around; that much he was aware of as those familiar blue eyes seared into his own from an unseen station. There was a chance he would have stayed frozen in that exact spot where it not for his injured brother being tugged away. With a lurching start less and less of Ludde was visible, the surprise on his face grave, right until the moment he slipped out of view, as if he knew this could only lead to some end one did not simply recover from. As if he’d been in a trance prior, Oden suddenly sprung into action in slamming into mirrors this way and that. He had to get to Ludde. If only these fucking mirrors weren’t in the way! One could say it was an accident as it hadn’t been intentional from the first point, however that his ability had inadvertently kicked into gear almost appeared to be what needed to happen to solve this. He was caught off guard by the sound of glass shattering and then raining down due to the ulna bone that had shot out of his right forearm at a startling speed. Really it was all that was needed for Oden to completely change his tactics, here. Without so much as thinking about the further damage that could be done to himself, he raised that dominant arm away from his side, in doing so allowing space for the ribs on that side of his body to pierce through his skin. Instantaneously replaced, those now appearing to skewer halfway through him quickly twisted and contorted like some tortured spider-half before he threw all of his weight and height and osseous matter into the closet group of mirrors in the hopes of destroying them. It worked, a bit too well it could be said. A shower of shards raining down on him, Oden grunted at the pain even if he did not slow down in the least to assess said injuries. No, there were too many mirrors to ruin so he could find and save his brother. This wasn’t the time to be caught up in things like a few dozen pieces of razor sharp mirror sticking and stabbing into you. Before he knew it he was in a downright fury, using his ability in a way that Rudd only wished he would in training. To the point that no matter how many mirrors he ripped apart there were still more; to the point that he could feel his body fatiguing; to the point that there was still no sign of Ludde past an occasional mark on the floor where something heavy and bloody had been dragged. Out of the blue came another twist: a new figure much smaller than before, again coming from the corner of his eye just begging to be spotted. Turning towards the figure with carpals ready to be used much like bullets and rip through whatever flesh existed there, Oden had simply enough time to heed who this feminine figure was before attacking and-- And suddenly waking up to find himself in his bed. True to his usual nature, there had been no dramatic bolting up or suppressed gasps finally let free. Only his eyes fluttering open to reveal wide pupils that nicely complimented his racing heart and the cold sweat that had his shirt plastered to his torso. Though immediately obvious that he was not in mortal peril, it took quite some time before he pushed himself up and shakily perched on the edge of that IVI issued bed he’d always found too small. Shifting his gaze around the darkened room, it fell on Marius, the window leading out, their desks and wardrobes and each little thing he could take in to further reassure himself he was fine. He was fine. That it was just a dream. And he was fine. After what felt like forever, he realized the one variable he couldn’t convince himself of was that his brother was okay. Ridiculous, he knew it, but not changed by the fact there was only one way to assuage his fears. As he took his phone and then made the way out of the room so as not to disturb the other, Oden couldn’t shake off a creepy, crawly feeling running up and down the right side of his ribcage; the same feeling he had after extended use of his powers. |