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Alma Karma [Not Akuma] ([info]sinkinglotus) wrote in [info]marinasylum,
@ 2011-05-27 00:26:00

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Entry tags:akito/agito/lind wanijima, allen walker, alma karma, castiel, kaito wanijima, lavi, lelouch vi britannia, miles edgeworth, road kamelot, sasuke uchiha, saya otonashi, yu kanda

[Dream Event | Open]
The room is dark and wide, the sound of your breathing echoes. Your breath puffs visibly before your face from the cold. There are far corners and deep walls, where tall columns stretching out to the tall ceiling as if to reach for a sky that isn't there. They are all shadowed but mirrors line them--broken. shattered. streaked with blood. scattered across every surface, whether standing, lying, or crumple as if thrown to the side--the only light glimmering from the pools that are spread out around the room.

Something draws you to the mirrors, perhaps it the reflection looking back at you. Is it yours? At first. But blink once and it will change. What is staring back at you now? A shadow? A face so like your own, but with eyes of a stranger?

Someone you used to know. Someone you've never met. The look in the mirror you never want to see. Are their lips moving? Can you hear the whispers?

CRASH.

Something shatters. Will you try to find out what it is?

Or will you step to the pools of green light, shimmering with dancing shadows toward the ceiling above you?

If you go deeper into the room, the sound of the shattering will get closer and closer--broken glass littering the floor, broken faces with twisted smiles and dark eyes gleaming from the pieces.

{OOC: This is Alma's world. The mirrors will show each person a part of themselves, whether it be one they know or one they've never seen before. Feel free to do damage to the room! Alma sure is. Event-style threadjacking is allowed as long as permission was asked for first, and your character does not see what other characters see in the mirrors or pools unless the player(s) say so. Also be warned: Violent and disturbing content is possible in these threads.}



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[info]pierrot
2011-05-27 05:09 am UTC (link)
[Allen approaches the mirror unsteadily, slow, hesitant steps. part of him wants to go over there and see them for himself. but-- at the same time... part of him...]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-27 05:22 am UTC (link)
[The mirrors shimmers, almost as if the absorbing the glow of the green lights into itself. There's movement, barely along the edge of the glass. Perhaps a hand?]

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[info]pierrot
2011-05-27 05:44 am UTC (link)
[he hesitates a beat, holding his breath] Is someone there? [his gaze lingers briefly on the mirror before it flickers behind him, anxious. what is it about this place that makes him feel so sick]

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[info]crimson_blade
2011-05-27 05:16 am UTC (link)
[small, ginger steps toward the mirror. it's okay. just look. you know what's in there -- you know who you are. just... open your eyes.]

[And Saya does, and at first it's only herself, short hair, school uniform. Everything normal -- except the blood. Drip, drip on the floor beside her...]

[She looks down. Her hand, her arm, covered in warm blood -- ]

[And when she looks up again, she is greeted by a sanguine smile on Diva's face.]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-27 05:27 am UTC (link)
[The glass cracks, splintering right across Diva's face, but the smile is never broken. It's almost as if she's laughing. Her own hands are red--drip, drip, splat--and she raises one to lick the excess from it. It streaks her chin and her cheek.

She pulls the hand from her mouth and reaches out, straight toward Saya. Beckoning.]

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[info]crimson_blade
2011-05-28 12:00 am UTC (link)
Diva... [Saya steps closer even as she trembles, hand reaching out to touch the mirror.] Take me with you.

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[info]primeprosecutor
2011-05-27 05:31 am UTC (link)
[So many mirrors. So many of them. The chill has him on edge, and his footsteps seem too loud as he cautiously approaches. He sees himself standing there for a moment, tired, uncertain, but nothing seems out of place.

He blinks.

A noose is around his neck, tightening slowly, but deliberately. The look on his face is resigned--even anguished. The prosecutor forgets to breathe even as he unconsciously reaches up to touch his throat, transfixed.]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-27 05:37 am UTC (link)
[The noose will tighten and Miles may begin to feel as if the air in his own throat is being slowing cut off. Maybe he can even feel the burn of the rope as it continues to rub the skin raw--tighter, harder, his vision at the edges may begin to dim.

The longer he looks into the mirror the more he is compelled to step closer, closer. The him that he sees is choking, eyes bulging, a hand reaching up--a hand reaching out right toward him.

Can you save yourself?]

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[info]primeprosecutor
2011-05-27 05:56 am UTC (link)
[His world is threatening to grow dark. It would be so easy to fall, to let himself tip forward and hit that cold, smooth surface of the glass--or to even reach out for the hand of his dying self.]

[Dying. He tried to choose death, once. The realization is so sudden that he realizes he's choking, and, briefly consumed with mindless panic, he claws at his throat, stumbling and falling backwards and away from the mirror. He hits the ground hard, gasping for air even as he trembles. What the hell had that been? He won't look at the mirror again, petrified that he might see himself, the way his lips were turning blue. Oh, Christ, how horrible.]

[Had he just been imagining things?]

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[info]sky_shark
2011-05-27 06:26 am UTC (link)
[The mirrors...he hates the thought of being drawn to anything, but drawn he is. Agito growls softly as he glances into one, seeing the reflection of himself...then he blinks and it changes.

The twisted shark smile that's grinning at the carnage he can't see. Golden eye glows bright with bloodlust, and his clothes are soaked in blood. The eyepatch is stained red, adding to the crazy look.

And then Agito realises that it's a reflection. That's not the right eye showing, it's the left. Almost involuntarily he steps back, eye wide and shaking somewhat]


Akito...? [That can't be his other half...Akito would never hurt a soul, so why...]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-27 06:39 am UTC (link)
[And it's that eye that turns to look right at Agito. He sees you, feels you, because you are part of each other, aren't you? Separate, but never apart.

He turns slowly, languidly, a smooth motion as if seen through water. He leans forward, as if pressed against the glass, but that smile never leaves his face. His blood hand leaves a smear right across the cracks at the top of the mirror.

He's reaching upward, is he reaching out? No.

That red hand goes straight for the eyepatch. A begins to lift it.

Can you handle what might be there? Will you try to stop it?]

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[info]thursdays
2011-05-27 07:19 am UTC (link)
[Broken mirrors and reflections are noticed but largely left unchecked as Castiel makes his way past to follow the sound of shattering glass. It's the source of these fragments that he wants to seek out--their calls and whispers ultimately ignored in favor of the knowledge of how they came to be.]

[He stops when he's gone far enough and where the damage seems to be at its highest. For a moment he waits before calling out.]
... Is anyone there?

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-27 07:31 am UTC (link)
[Crash. Something is broken in the shadows to the side of the platform where the machines lay silent. Footfalls echo and clink, clack, crack right over the splintered glass.

There is a voice speaking softly, but harshly.]


--op. Shut up. You don't belong here.

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[info]xcix
2011-05-27 07:20 am UTC (link)
[He stares at his reflection, flat. His reflection is distinctly more smug; in his Zero uniform, eyes glowing red without the protective filter of the contact lenses. He's proud of himself. What he is.

Proud of the terrible things he's done and the terrible ways he's done them.]


You're disgusting. [he tells himself]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-27 07:39 am UTC (link)
[The reflection tilts it's head just slightly, as if amused by his words. Being hated was never something he feared.

He pulls out a gun from his waist, holding it in consideration. Then he turns, showing his back to Lelouch in a way no normal reflection could, gun pointed at a figure in the background.

Soft eyes stare straight ahead, looking at Lelouch, not the barrel of the gun pointed right at them.]

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[info]fortyninth
2011-05-27 02:14 pm UTC (link)
[ wary, as he looks around; he's familiar with this sense of unreality... he wonders if he just hangs around, if Road will show herself. nothing seems familiar at all.

those mirrors though... he steps toward one, looking at it clinically, but one hand is resting on his hammer in its holster. it can't be so bad, he's already seen the worst of his demons, right? there's no fuel left for that fire. ]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-27 03:26 pm UTC (link)
[The shadows in the mirror ripple and flicker like the invisible edge of a flame. There's water--dark, dirty, putrid, can you smell it?--and a bench away at a distance. A piano bench.

There's no sound, no echoes save your breathing and the crashing of glass in the distance. Someone else is there, maybe you should check? But the mirror is so alluring, something about it makes you want to stare.

A figure sits on that bench, perfect posture, fingers in motion, cheerfully playing a soft, haunting tune. White hair curls lightly around a face that's harder than it should be, the smile a razor despite it's amusement.

It's far away, perhaps not even a sound at all, but a whisper trickling through your own mind. You can hear the music.

But where is the piano?]

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[info]gunfires
2011-05-27 06:43 pm UTC (link)
[He's cold, ridiculously so. That alone sets him on edge, never liking how it seemed to just seep right into his bones. He huffs and casually pulls his jacket around himself further; appearances, appearances-- always appearances first despite there being no one around... a crash. Was there really no one?

He casts a quick look around the room to double check before taking a few steps toward a mirror before he stops himself, brows furrowing in confusion. That was his name just now, wasn't it? Why he'd gone so readily, that familiar voice. The movement had brought him closer to one of the pools scattered about, and he looks back over toward the mirrors before he decides that peering into the water for a second or two while he's there won't hurt.]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-27 07:25 pm UTC (link)
[The closer he comes to the pools, the more he can see that there is movement, a figure. Some is in there, down deep in the glowing, twisting light of the strange liquid, but too far away to make out what it is.

The whispers are everywhere. Can he hear them? They're calling. Come closer.

The dark form rises, coming closer to the surface, almost visible.

You're not closer enough, Kaito. Here. Come closer.]

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[info]fratricidal
2011-05-28 04:35 am UTC (link)
[Initially, he'd been concerned with his surroundings. He couldn't sense any chakra but his own, but his guard is up. That's when he sees the mirror, and he doesn't pay it any mind at first. A second glance makes him stop dead.]

[A small boy is there, sobbing and a shiver runs down his spine that has nothing to do with the cold. There's no doubt in his mind of who that is, or why he's crying. What he doesn't understand is why he's seeing this in the mirror, and he steps forward without thinking, feeling his jaw clench.]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-29 02:00 am UTC (link)
[The little boy is crying and scrubbing, a dirty rag in his hand that he roughly runs it over the dark stain on the ground. But the more he scrubs the larger the stain gets, spreading until it surrounds his entire body.]

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[info]impaledcandles
2011-05-28 05:08 pm UTC (link)
[At first Road's smiling as she walks across the room. She likes dreams like this - strange and cryptic and creepy. She wanders on over to a mirror and peeks in. What scary reflection will pop back at her?]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-05-29 02:15 am UTC (link)
[The mirror shimmers darkly, but nothing is revealed at first. The mirror is completely black--no light, no shadow.

And then suddenly there is a spark--a flame, a candle. It flickers and glows, wax slowly dripping down it...

...onto the small hand that it has tacked into the wall like a pin to a butterfly's wing. Another candle bursts to life--another pin for a human's wing--lit by a hand with a match that slowly pulls away.

A familiar, smiling face burns orange from the candles' light. Gold eyes and dark hair--wild, untamed--a face she hasn't seen in a very long time, but is so like one she sees everyday.

Tyki? No. She knows who it is.

As the candles burning, the light spread, revealing more.

Like the familiar figure currently trapped to the wall by those candles. Road could never mistake herself.]

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[info]lotusreborn
2011-05-30 06:29 pm UTC (link)
[ he's so very cautious, approaching the mirror. being careful to avoid broken glass. he has on thick boots so he's not worried about injury, just -- making sound. ]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-06-04 10:26 am UTC (link)
[You, oh, Yu. Can't you feel the way the room almost bends to you, like flowers seeking sunlight? It knows you, feels you, call for you.

Yu...Yu...

The glass still cracks and crunches, but it's quiet. Not enough to hold the whispers at bay. The mirror before him is streaked with blood, but it is from the inside or out?

And beyond that--bodies. Dozens littering the floor as the reflection shifts like a macabre montage. He should know them well. Years ago, they may have been all he knew. A life before and after his life.]

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