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Tweak says, "What you do that for??"

MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-12-17 00:48:00

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250 - Fear Itself Mingle
[ Today is a day where most would be at risk of oversleeping.The dome lies dark like in the dead of night. The sun hasn’t risen today, streetlights casting a dull yellow glow and occasionally flickering out into nothing, only to spark back to life a moment later. There is no electric flicker from the kiosk. The Wardens are still. The wardens are silent.

The dome isn’t silent. There is a rustling of leaves, a snapping of twigs. Claws, scraping against concrete. The inhuman screech of an animal in peril, an animal hunting, an animal hunted. A screech that promises sharp claws and sharper teeth and blood.

The dome isn’t still either. There is something moving, thick as a shadow, tangible as a chill down your spine. Something that doesn’t belong here, something that snuck in when no one was looking. A boogeyman under the bed. A ghost in the closet. A will o’ the wisp, blinking in and out of existence under the flickering streetlights. Whatever it is it’s moving, leaving a trail of cold, dead fear wherever it passes. Something dark. A shadow so pitch black that it blots out the very lights in your heart, dragging your fears out screaming and kicking, reducing even the strongest, toughest man to a blubbering baby.

Perhaps best to stay in bed today, Marina. ]

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	wraith_7 2013-12-27 09:40 pm UTC (link)
	I always assumed I'd be a bit bitter tasting. [Its nothing like the usual effortless sarcasm. It feels forced and false and awkward, like a mask he can't be bothered to put on straight. The scratches on his arm are starting to bleed; there are older scars beneath them.] Emotions. You feed on emotions. Bad ones. Am I getting close? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2013-12-27 09:51 pm UTC (link)
	So clever... so witty and tasty and clever. [ Got it in one. Good boy. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wraith_7 2013-12-27 10:07 pm UTC (link)
	Lucky me. So you project the bad feelings, change to something we don't like and then its a fun cycle for you. [Figuring this sort of thing out is what he gets paid to do. It doesn't make him feel better or stop the fear and disgust with himself he's feeling. Everything still hurts.] What next? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2013-12-28 06:50 pm UTC (link)
	Nothing next... [ There's a wet noise, like a tongue licking or a throat contracting in a swallow. ] ...nothing... [ And with that it withdraws, what's left of its shape rippling and dissipating into mist. Thank you for the meal. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wraith_7 2013-12-28 10:27 pm UTC (link)
	Glad I could help. [He watches it go then slides down the wall until he's sitting slumped against it, head tilted back, organic eye closed. The mechanical one never shuts even when he wants it to and it's eery red glow is the only illumination in his gloomy surroundings. He doesn't move until hours later, when the lights finally turn back on.] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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