Mink (mindflux) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2015-02-24 19:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: darkness, mink, s&s, shima inao, simon maeloch, vance harlow |
Who: S&S and Mink (Also open to people getting pierced by darkness if you want, read within, just don't tag in the S&S thread part)
What: Darkness rears its ugly head again
When: 2/25 night
Where: Downtown New Waverly, tendrils spread for miles in different directions.
Warnings: violence, mental trauma (BUT NO CHARACTER DEATH HAAAYYYY)
Since Halloween things had really slowed down for Mink, he was able to do a couple good things in the world that he almost didn't resent having to do and there were reasons to be happy he guessed. If you could count something like not being plagued by some strange mind dwelling monster as reasons to be happy.
He absolutely would have counted that as a reason if he knew it was about to end.
Simon Maeloch had taken the fall for him and he'd been allowed to fall into obscurity again as much as an actor could, it was nice. Every once in a while he felt a little bad about letting someone go through a lot of fuss to keep him from having to confess but then.... well Simon looked like he was doing fine in the news. Of course Mink avoided electronics as much as possible but he found himself pulling his computer out more and more lately if only to check the news and refresh refresh refresh until he got too tired to care anymore.
Now it was almost the end of February and life had reached such a lull that he could call it stagnation. He decided, for the first time since he ran into that horrible girl who stole his phone, that he would stay out late and not depend on his guardian Artie to get him home. That had been so many months ago and so much had changed he imagined nothing as bad as being mugged could happen this time.
Of course that's what he thought right up until he had that creeping feeling like the dark was watching him again. The darkness shouldn't be watching him anymore, it used him as a way to get into the world and it should be done with him. He forged forward down the street by himself with his phone out for light (pretending he was busy texting someone when he wasn't) and lingered under the streetlights. He just wanted to overcome this fear now that he was free but it wasn't working out the way he wanted, turns out fear didn't just disappear with well wishes.
Or was he really being watched? He stopped just past a streetlight and whipped around to look behind him, and that's when he saw it a second too late. The tendril of darkness shot out from the non-living dark and pierced his heart. There was no blood, there wasn't even really a wound, but Mink fell dark inside as the darkness consumed him and burst from his body like miles long legs of a spider. Lights flickered out one by one as the tendrils passed them and either threw aside or pierced people it passed by. Anyone who was pierced fell down to the ground and found themselves locked in a vivid mental prison of darkness and their worst nightmares creeping around for the duration (of this thread) of the reign of darkness.
Mink was no longer home but his body was puppeted around on dark living strings that hoped to rip through all of the city and bring darkness upon all it passed.