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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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	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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	marinanova_npc 2014-01-26 05:50 am UTC (link)
	Why ask us? We pulled it out of you of course. [But then Dexter not understanding just makes the taste sweeter.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2014-01-26 10:45 pm UTC (link)

[ Fear. It's unfamiliar, and that makes it all the worse. And it makes him angry that it does, at the same time. ]

It doesn't make sense.

[ His eyes are darting again, looking for a way out.

Close your eyes, Dexter.

Not his voice, not the entity parading around in his sister's form... he doesn't understand where the words came from, but they unnerve him all the more. ]

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	marinanova_npc 2014-01-30 03:19 am UTC (link)
	Maybe you're afraid it does make sense. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hastohappen 2014-01-31 02:09 am UTC (link)
	No. Blood doesn't... it doesn't do this to me. [ There's a growing edge of aggression t his tone, his control unravelling. But this blood does. Why? Because I'm not controlling it? And who is she, that voice? Maybe I was premature in killing the quack. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2014-02-01 09:07 pm UTC (link)
	And yet it is. Maybe you don't know your own mind. I don't have that problem. [Murmuring laughter.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2014-02-02 05:13 am UTC (link)

[ Trapped between seething rage and mounting anxiety - both so potent that it's entirely foreign to him, which only compounds the fear. But he can't entertain the possibility that this is originating from within]

No.

[ It's the same thing that's happening in the patches - fear, for no reason, no source or cause. It's all part of the tactic. ]

This is what you do. What's been happening today, it's you.

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	marinanova_npc 2014-02-03 05:00 am UTC (link)
	Perhaps. But then I went to an awful lot of trouble to make something special for you if it isn't helping me then I wonder why. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hastohappen 2014-02-04 12:28 am UTC (link)
	I don't know. [ He growls the words through a snarl, snapping, losing his grasp, his stance defensive but shake as he moves away as much as the space allows him without touching the walls. He's looking over them, looking for a way to slip away, clutching at his knife - for all the good he doubts it will do him. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2014-02-04 04:55 am UTC (link)
	["Deb" moves closer.] Where do you think you're going? [Go ahead. Lose your temper. Hurt your "sister."] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hastohappen 2014-02-08 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	[ He's clearly on the edge of it, glaring at the mockery of his sister. Not her. Not her. He knows it isn't, and yet. ] Away. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2014-02-09 04:13 am UTC (link)
	Fuck that! You can't get away from yourself, Dex! [The jig is up, but this is still fun.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2014-02-20 01:48 am UTC (link)

This is not "myself."

[ And yet the woman's voice -

Dexter.

She's calling to him. Who is she?

There's a moment of wrath breaking through, and he makes finally a wide, sweeping arc at "Deb" with his knife. It should be hard to deal with lashing out at what looks like his sister - the person closest to evoking actual genuine caring out of him - but the fact that this entity is parading around behind her only makes it all the easier to act, only fuels this rare burst of anger. ]

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marinanova_npc
2014-02-24 05:01 pm UTC (link)

[The slice is effective. He'll get to feel the resistance of the blade ripping through her shirt and skin and muscle. Her hands move to cover the wound, blood spilling out over her belly, staining all in it's path.

Her voice comes out weakly with more shock than anger threading through it.]

Dex... Why?

[Her knees buckle, and as she starts to fall, she reaches out with a blood-slick arm to try and grab hold of him for balance. Eyes wide and unbelieving.

It's all show of course. They let themselves be cut. Just another transformation on their part. The illusion doesn't falter for an instant. They're still admits all that blood. There's just more now. Her blood. Deb's blood.]

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hastohappen
2014-03-20 12:38 am UTC (link)

[ It's not Deb. It's not Deb. It already admitted it wasn't Deb.

The thought is secure in his head, but his head is in so much turmoil that he has to hold desperately to that certainty. But it looks like Deb. It looks like Deb, and there's more blood. So much blood. He hates the blood. ]

You're not Deb.

[ Quite notably angry. He's not used to emoting this way. ]

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	amidst, not admits marinanova_npc* 2014-03-26 12:31 am UTC (link)
	[The false eyes look up at him, protest twitches at her lips, but she lacks the strength to form the sounds necessary. She collapses fully down into the blood where she lays lifelessly, eyes still open, blood splashing up against him.] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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