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Tweak says, "Do what now?"

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. ]

((OOC: Event information HERE. We ask the winners of the raffle to fill out a simple survey and then tag into the Vapor thread HERE! Happy mingling, Marinanites! ))

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hastohappen
2013-12-18 05:11 am UTC (link)

[ Dexter doesn't truthfully care about the idea of being punished by the wardens of the facility; he's already imprisoned, and to be here and under such close surveillance is about the worst that can be done to him. What he is concerned about is maintaining appearances with the other inmates. If he's outed as what he really is, it'll certainly get a lot more difficult for him to secure any allies among the population. Strategically, he needs that if he hopes to get by or, even more importantly, actually get out.

But all that surveillance leaves him with a cutting hunger that gnaws at him, that's been peeling away his careful layers of control and discipline. This is perfect. They're hardly the kind of prey he's accustomed to, and not nearly as satisfying to dispatch of, but the raptors make for a release of sorts under the circumstances. And as far as any of the other inmates are concerned - well, half of them are out here alongside him. He's hardly standing out as a particularly menacing predator, just another inmate trying to help his fellow man.

In a moment to step aside and out of the skirmish, he does so and finds an inlet, leaning back against a wall to regulate his breathing. The darkness is... absolute. Deep. Having his eyes open or closed makes little difference. He is in his element. ]

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marinanova_npc
2013-12-18 05:33 pm UTC (link)

[No, no, no, this will never do. Too many among them enjoy the hunt, the feast, the thrill. Not enough fear. And this one. This one enjoys it more than most. We can't have that. We must look deeper. We must see what he doesn't want to see.

The street lights flicker back on. This time instead of showing the surroundings as they are, they show them as they might be—messy, splashed and splattered with blood. Too much blood for his own kills.]

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hastohappen
2013-12-20 03:49 am UTC (link)

[ The light is unexpected, startling - it's instinct that closes Dexter's fingers over the handle of the knife he has tucked in his belt. But there's no immediate adversary to be seen, no creature to lash at. But as for what it does reveal...

Blood. Too much, too fresh...

There's something unnerving about it, a strange experience for Miami's star blood spatter analyst. Of course, as such, Dexter is able to tell more than most people just by looking at the mess and what he sees doesn't match up. There is too much, and it is too fresh. There hasn't been that large of a skirmish here, the blood is still too wet. He steps off of the wall, turning to examine it as well. His fingers are still on the knife as his gaze moves over his surroundings - alert, aware, (he thinks) at the ready. ]

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	marinanova_npc 2013-12-22 08:56 pm UTC (link)
	[Stranger than the blood is the way an area once full of entrances and exits has become somehow closed off. At every turn a wall, a gate, something blocking your path. It wasn't like that before, but it's what you have to work with now. That, of course, and the blood.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2013-12-23 02:27 am UTC (link)

[ This is certainly not the area Dexter walked into - the struggling lights had dimmed to pitch when he found himself ducking aside, but he knew the surroundings. Felt them, traced his movements them carefully... this was not where he had come from. This was not where he had been. And it's tight.

The walls aren't scalable, but the gate... no purchase to climb it, he pushes against it. He can't quite account for how urgent it seems to get out of this space. There's no immediate threat, but in the back of his mind a foreign sensation is nagging at him, pressing against his discipline. He's trapped. He's trapped inside with the blood - blood that shouldn't bother him; he works with it daily, has seen more than anyone's share... But he's trapped. He should stay calm, retain his control, assess everything carefully. There is no creature lunging at him right now, making this a far cry from the most danger he's been in from any rational standpoint.

But there is the blood. And there is no way out. That inexplicable urgency building, he tests the gate again, charging it with his shoulder. ]

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	marinanova_npc 2013-12-23 02:45 am UTC (link)
	[Yes, keep trying that. It will work eventually, right? Just keep trying to run from this. Pay no mind to the amount of blood growing. Of course, there may be something else to distract him.] Shit, Dex, what is this? [Recognize that voice? You should. It's pulled straight from your memories along with the form we take. It seems like her name is Deb.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hastohappen 2013-12-23 04:15 am UTC (link)
	[ The voice freezes him in place. He backs off from the gate, and turns towards it, even among the blood... so much blood. Why does it bother him so much? The boy... But this. Here and now, this is impossible. She's not here. It's not -- ] Deb? [ He eyes her warily - it can't be. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2013-12-28 08:00 pm UTC (link)
	Who the fuck else would it be? [She's tough, but there's also that tremble in her voice. All carefully crafted from his mind.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hastohappen 2013-12-29 01:06 am UTC (link)
	[ It certainly does sound like Deb - convincingly so. But the doubt, of course, remains. ] Deb isn't here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2013-12-29 01:07 am UTC (link)
	Is something wrong with your eyes? Deb is right here. Where the fuck is here? Dex, come on talk to me here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2013-12-30 04:11 am UTC (link)

[ Deb is right here, it seems, but that can't be Deb. Or can it? He's starting to lean back towards his first instinct - that none of this is real at all. ]

Here is a blood-spattered, closed-off alleyway in an underwater prison city that's overrun with something out of Jurassic Park.

[ If his tone sounds on edge, that's because he's rapidly approaching that state. The blood is getting to him - is there more of it or is that his imagination? Somewhere, outside his thoughts, is that little boy. He just wants that to go away. ]

And you're not Deb.

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	marinanova_npc 2013-12-30 04:17 am UTC (link)
	[Vapor could argue. They could pull more bits and pieces out of his jagged little mind and perform a more convincing sister. They could, but instead they chuckle. It's a low, strangely malicious sound for a laugh, but there it is. They don't change forms. This one will serve them.] That's too bad since she likes you. At least the "you" she knows. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hastohappen 2013-12-30 04:34 am UTC (link)
	[ He tenses there, though he shouldn't be taken by surprise - suspicions are one thing, malevolent confirmation is another entirely. Struggling to keep control within his own mind, he tries to retain his calm in the face of... ] What are you? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2013-12-30 04:37 am UTC (link)
	We are anything we want to be. Maybe today we're your dark passenger. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2013-12-30 05:03 am UTC (link)

[ And there, he freezes. Completely. His stance, tension, expression - it all freezes. He's rooted in place. Nobody else uses those words. He knew it was inside his head, Deb was more than enough to show him that, but having the contents of the darkest corners of his psyche wrenched out and displayed before him, his secrets paraded around...

It seems a long time before he does speak. ]

What do you want?

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	marinanova_npc 2013-12-30 05:48 am UTC (link)
	I want to feed. [Simple enough, right?] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hastohappen 2013-12-31 11:01 pm UTC (link)
	"Feed." [ His eyes narrow - on the defensive, which he's far from fond of. ] And what do you feed on? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2014-01-01 07:49 am UTC (link)
	You of course. That's not a problem, is it? Sometimes others have to suffer for our benefit. We thought you could relate. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2014-01-06 04:18 am UTC (link)

[ Scowl. ]

Few are ever happy to see that situation reversed.

[ He glances around - at all that blood - and gives a small shudder as he does. ]

Why all of this? The hallucinations, the psychological attack. Ritual?

[ It's not unlike my own in a way. Make it personal, let them know what they've done, exactly why they've wound up where they are. I liked it better when I was doing it. ]

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	marinanova_npc 2014-01-07 05:26 am UTC (link)
	It's how we extract what we need from you. It's the hunt and the feast. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hastohappen 2014-01-10 03:31 am UTC (link)
	What you need? [ Those inexplicable feelings, randomly seizing patches of the facility, this focused attack - there is a pattern to it. ] Fear. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2014-01-10 06:49 am UTC (link)
	[A smile curls on "Deb's" lips.] You know that hunger too, don't you? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2014-01-13 12:36 am UTC (link)

[ There's something about having this conversation with Deb that is immensely unsettling, even to him. The state he's in doesn't help, that irrational fear building. The blood. The boy. ]

Fear doesn't sate mine.

[ His voice is somewhat hollow - that's an acknowledgement. More of one than he'd like to give, certainly to something that looks like Deb. Though it's a release, too, in a way. Like telling Doctor Meridian. ]

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	marinanova_npc 2014-01-16 12:30 am UTC (link)
	Appetizer. More for us then. ["Deb" walks, making a little path around him. Blood deep around her ankles.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2014-01-24 03:28 am UTC (link)

[ The movement draws his attention to the blood, and he shudders - violently. He wants to crouch down, instinctively, into a defensive stance, but the blood is there. Everywhere. There isn't anywhere to go. He breathes in a careful, long breath, trying to focus on it.

This doesn't make sense. Why blood?

And there's that image, jutting between his thoughts - the boy, screaming. ]

What is this? Why blood?

[ His voice sounds distant, detached. ]

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