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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]fratricidal
2011-06-06 04:23 pm UTC (link)
[What the hell is this? His Sharingan sees nothing but that little boy still--and as the scream rips through the empty chill of this place, and he flinches like he was the one in pain.]

[His eyes are wide when he realizes what's happening to the boy, and indecision keeps him trapped. Does he shatter the mirror? Does he look away?]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-06-07 05:52 am UTC (link)
[The reflection in the mirror ripples, rolls, as if waves are emitting from it. The little boy is screaming, his body flailing as he tries to break free of the boiling blood, but it swallows him instead, dragging him down into its depths even as his skin begins to peel from the heat. His arm flings out, slamming into the glass of the mirror from his side, over and over and--

--it shatters, blood like lava spilling out over the broken shards of the frame and onto the floor. It's coming closer and closer, spreading wide and melting all the things in its path.]

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[info]fratricidal
2011-06-07 06:14 am UTC (link)
[Fuck, what the fuck is-- His eyes are still red, but wide with horror, and as the boy's melting fist begins to pound against the cold unyielding glass, Sasuke imagines it's starting to crack. Then, it actually does, and that stuff (it can't be blood, blood doesn't do that), roars towards him like a torrent.]

[He doesn't hesitate, summoning chakra to his feet and lunging back and away, bolting through the room and searching for an exit. There's no time to waste.]

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[info]sinkinglotus
2011-06-07 07:11 am UTC (link)
[There are doors at each wall, but no exit. No matter how hard he pulls, pushes, fights, they will not open.

He may seek refuge on the raised platform at the end of the room, but even that will not stop the riding tides of the hot, putrid liquid. It bubbles and burps, the heat getting closer as hotter as more of it spreads--rising up.

Perhaps there is a secret exit behind the strange lab? Who knows.]

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