mirageflicker (mirageflicker) wrote in strangergamesrp, @ 2012-08-20 13:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | closed, event, gin charlie, heraclitus, log, uchiha shisui |
Creatures of Dreams
Who: Uchiha Shisui, Gin Charlie, Heraclitus
When: August 4th
Where: All over the dorms and in the infirmary.
What: Due to nasty dreams and monsters, Shisui flees his room. Gin Charlie kills something. He’s but the first in the attacks.
Warnings: Cursing, rotting corpses, killing things.
Open or Closed: Closed
Observable: No.
*
It was one of those dreams that would end in screaming from the start. It was fated from the moment Shisui laid down and his mind started going around and around on the thought of the deaths of... everyone. Itachi. The clan. His mother.
He was being chased through a house by corpses, old and malformed, shrunken to four feet tall. Shisui was chased to the bathroom, where they held him under the bath water. It was only two of them. He managed to fight his way to the surface for a moment, and twisted to look at the corpses. Though they were no different, Shisui knew them to be Itachi and his mother.
His mother rotted before his eyes, turned to bone scraps, the skin and muscle falling into the bath with him. Her organs followed, and then her heart. Bones. Itachi took her place, and pushed him in deeper. Writhing and twisting and screaming, Shisui managed to get a hand into the cool air above him, groping for a hold to keep his lungs from filling with water. As if Itachi had absorbed his mother’s rot, he was clear and well-defined now. He looked like Itachi, and not a rotted black corpse.
Suddenly, the pressure was gone, and Shisui rose from the water. Stepped out into the cool bathroom, tile moist under his feet. He clutched his abdomen and shivered, starting to walk away from the pool. It took a long time to get away, and a longer time to notice the constant sound in the pitch-black.
Turning, he saw the tub he had been drowning in, illuminated by a window filtering unnatural light. There was a tiger there, lapping up the dark brown water. Bright blood was drifting from its jaw into the water, and Shisui saw a hand that could only be Itachi’s relaxed on the side of the tub. The rest of the forearm was in sight, but it had been cut off before the elbow. It was not bloody, and Shisui could see the bone and muscle in sharp detail, from the angle at which it had been cut.
As he’d been observing the hand, the tiger stood up and padded towards him. Shisui stood still as it did, watching as the tiger’s pelt turned metallic and golden, as its eyes fell out and were replaced by a glowing gem. As it grew and grew and grew, becoming a lion.
Shisui realized it was going to kill him as it pounced, and made a last-moment effort to escape. Its claws hit his side and chest knocking him down and killing...killing...
He would have woken up and moved, but he couldn’t. There was something on his chest, weighing him down and burning him, and that scared Shisui worse than the dream. He couldn’t make out anything but movement in the darkness.
Time continued, and Shisui’s fear grew. Two small hands were placed on his chest along with a furry body, and they started burning. He thought they would rip his heart out.
Instead, with a stinging pain, they withdrew, and Shisui sat up screaming. After a moment, he just shut his mouth and flickered, fleeing the bedroom and anything in it. While the lights of the hall meant he could see, they were blinding after the dark of his room. Shisui kept flickering forward and fast, to hopefully get some distance from whatever. He was going about six feet a jump, fast enough so that in the moments he was seen, he was just a flash.
Rounding a corner, Shisui just saw a flash of skin, and he did what made sense. He flickered through the person and twisted around, grateful that he at least had senbon to draw from the sweatpants he wore.
Gin Charlie batted the senbon from the teenager’s hand and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Chill the fuck out,” he growled.
Shisui had a heart attack, flickered two feet to his right, and bit the inside of his lips bloody to avoid yelling. He raised his hands in some attempt of communication, getting out the hand signs of danger and stop, before realizing that Gin Charlie would not know these in the least.
He realized that he probably looked like an idiot, with no shirt and long pants, trying to sign at Gin Charlie while his mouth was in perfect shape, and oh yeah. He was breathing too fast, probably hyperventilating. Shisui put a hand over his nose and mouth and tried to catch his breath.
Gin Charlie froze and held up a single finger. He cocked his head and listened, very hard. He slowly looked up at the ceiling.
In a sudden whiplash motion nearly too fast to see he drew his broadsword and plunged it straight up into the ceiling.
Something let out a truly horrendous squeal, and there was a heavy, musky, animal odor. When Gin Charlie pulled his sword down something was sizzling on the point, fizzing and bubbling. It was a disturbing shade of green.
“Fuck. They’re in the vents now.”
Shisui looked on in a horrified sort of wonder, backing away so his back was against the wall. “They?” As in; what is that and what the hell climbed on me? He had a feeling that whatever bled green was the same as what had gotten to him. He brought his hand from his mouth, crossing them over his chest. The movement exposed the sharpness of his ribs and the stomach that was a little less than flat, but neither was in extreme. It seemed more like a sudden growth spurt than any refusal to eat.
“Something got fuckin’ loose from the labs. Damn it all, I think it’s multiplying. That would be just my goddamn cocksucking luck. Son of mare.” Gin Charlie added to this a hissing word that the collars did not translate.
Shisui looked at Gin Charlie in mute horror. “Just great,” That smell. Covering his mouth and nose, Shisui exhaled through his mouth and inhaled through his nose to clear his sense of smell, and then took a breath. Shuddered.
He remembered, now. Shisui had been too close to pissing himself to consciously think about the smell, but now he remembered. It was too familiar to be anything else. “One of those was on me,” He murmured rather breathlessly. “In my room.”
“Did it bite you?” Gin Charlie asked, glaring up at the hole in the ceiling....which was sizzling loudly. Just his luck. “Or scratch you?”
What acid did it have in its blood to produce that? “It burned me,” A mumble, and Shisui glanced down at his chest, not expecting to see anything. He almost jumped when he did; red marks, just below his collarbone. “Shit,” He pulled his arm away, nose wrinkling, but it didn’t hurt obscenely. Not much at all. Just a mark.
Gin Charlie sidestepped away from the hole and turned to examine Shisui. He eyed the small red marks, then reached out and caught Shisui’s chin between a rough-calloused thumb and forefinger. He turned it up to the light and squinted at him. “Head hurt? Nothing going numb?”
Shisui twitched under the hold slightly, but didn’t otherwise react. “No. Other than pants-pissing fear, nothing’s wrong,” He scoffed at himself, and made sure he was relaxed. There. Calm. No-longer glaring lights.
“Chest ain’t hurting?” Gin Charlie asked, and released Shisui’s chin to thump a knuckle against his breastbone.
“Not at all. I didn’t even notice those until I saw them...” Gin Charlie’s thump was annoying, but he wouldn’t admit that.
“Right. You’re still comin’ down to the medics,” Gin Charlie grunted. “Like fuck I’m having a repeat of the last time. C’mon kid.” He turned and started heading for the elevator.
Shisui grimaced. “If I’m down there for more than an hour...” He trailed off in a grumbled threat that involved Gin Charlie’s booze, but went along willingly enough, glancing behind him for one last moment. He could have sworn he saw some other movement than the acidic blood.
“What’s last time?”
“Poisonous lizards that were invisible,” Gin Charlie answered, grimly, and didn’t look back. He punched the button and waited for the elevator. He had not sheathed his sword - the sizzling blood seemed to be turning into a gel, the colour fading.
“...Storm gods,” Shisui grimaced. There were probably people who could find them one way or another, but, the very idea... He suddenly felt very grateful for the fact that he was a ninja. Someone here with no powers or fighting abilities? “That’s not horrible at all,” He eyed the blood and glanced back again. It was doing the same back there, but at a slower rate. Interesting. He shifted slightly and crossed his arms again, absently wondering what time it was.
The elevator dinged and Gin Charlie stepped into it. He gestured for Shisui to follow. “We had a lot of deaths.”
Shisui slunk into the elevator and made a sour face. “I’d rather not die, thanks,” He folded his arms and considered the broadsword. “You’d think it would do damage to the sword...”
“It’s a good sword.” A special sword. Gin Charlie shrugged. “An’ that ‘tis why I’m taking your ass to the medics. Just to be sure.” He leaned against the wall of the elevator as it went down. “If it had poison in it, I’d like to know.”
Shisui nodded. Glanced at the top of the elevator. “...What’s an anha? Something that lives in the pond, but would it eat you if it caught you? Rip you to shreds? Throw you back out?” Something to distract him from the thought of smaller monsters, yes.
“The devil in the water that will eat you,” Gin Charlie answered, calmly. “And it’s particularly time-consuming to grow your body back from bloody shreds of flesh and splinters of bone. It’s not a particularly neat eater.”
The elevator chugged down and the doors opened. Gin Charlie stepped through first, sword at the ready, but there was no-one and nothing in the hall of the medics, only neatly-curtained rooms and made cots. Gin Charlie stepped out onto the white tiles and instantly a medic turned the corner.
“We need a poison-check. Now. Whatever the hell you guys let loose is multiplying,” Gin Charlie growled.
Shisui drew in a sharp breath. “...Right. No swimming in the pond, got you.” A devil... He grimaced and quietly made a sign against evil spirits. Right then. He quietly stepped to the side of Gin Charlie as he spoke, keeping his arms crossed. It was cooler than he liked.
Herclitus had been brewing of his cup to stewing coffee, looking over some reports when he heard Gin Charlie was around. Heraclitus found little need for sleep in his old age. He could nod off and nap anytime, but sleep for hours? He had so much to do!
Heraclitus considered Gin Charlie something of a friend. Something of an idol from his youth, slightly diminished, but he was always interesting to talk to. No one really had absolute authority in the Ludus, but everyone who wasn’t completely retarded or suicidal listened to what Gin Charlie had to say. Herclitus thumped around the corner and found Gin Charlie had someone with him--Uchiha Shisui. Cousin of Uchiha Itachi, who managed to get into a lot of trouble.
“Oh? What have you done now, Gin Charlie?” Heraclitus asked, nosing his way up into the gathering.
“Killed something.” Gin Charlie held his sword out for the medic to swab the gel off it.
They both blinked as the swab dissolved.
“Well fuck.”
The medic grimaced. “I’ll go get something else.... Sit your, um, ward on this cot here, and I’ll send Diana to see him. She’s best with blood-drawing and poison-checks.”
Gin Charlie grunted, pointed at Shisui, then the cot, and turned to Heraclitus. “What in the name of the sacrificed god have you let loose now?”
“If I had any idea, rest assured, I would tell you,” Heraclitus looked at the sludge with great interest. “Did you bring it in for examination?”
“It melted. And sizzled. And turned into this.” Gin Charlie gestured with his sword.
Shisui rolled his eyes, but did as asked, slinking off to sit on the cot. “For the record, I feel fine,” He muttered at no one in particular. Coming off of an adrenaline high, but not much else. He swung his feet for a moment, and then considered falling back asleep on the cot, but that would be silly. Damn, he hadn’t been wearing Sophie’s charm...
“I had assumed so, young man, but it is good to know.” Heraclitus trailed after Shisui, peering up at him intently. “How did the creature attack you? Are those burns?”Old people were freaky. “I think they are? It felt like I was being burned while it was on me,” It was probably best to answer this man’s question. “Um, I woke up from a nightmare, and there was a weight on my chest. I couldn’t make it out, but it had something like hands that were burning me... It weighed a good few pounds? Something like a small dog?
“Interesting. And it seems to have caustic blood....mmmm,” Heraclitus looked thoughtful, then glanced at Gin Charlie.
He smiled. “I have no bleeding idea what on the green earth it could possibly be.”
“Fan-fuckin’-tastic,” Gin Charlie declared, with a sigh.
Diana, she of the silver-streaked hair (metallic silver against brunette) and the needles came along, with a little basket of items. She began to lay these out on the bed. They mostly looked like miniature playing cards. “Hi. How do you feel?” she asked Shisui, with a little grin.
Shisui looked curiously at the little objects, and glanced up at this Diana. “Um, hello.’M feeling alright,” He glanced back to the objects. They were so odd!
“No dizziness, nausea, tingling?” Diana asked. “I’m going to draw some blood and test it for poisons. Unfortunately this does involve me sticking you with a needle, but it’ll be quick. I brought some ointment for those burns as well.”
The first medic came trotting back with a heavier-looking jar and a spatula, along with some thick gloves. He started on Gin Charlie’s sword, scraping the gel off into his jar.
Heraclitus found himself a convenient chair and plopped down to watch the proceedings. He could be of little help right now, but he could watch something interesting.
“Courtney, please go and give the jar to Leo. Tell him I’ll be up to help him analyze it in a bit. He should check it against the files from X543827309824-C,” Heraclitus nodded as if this made perfect sense, but the medic’s eyes started to glaze over at the fifth number. The medic snapped back to attention and nodded.
Courtney took his jar and wandered off with it. Gin Charlie grabbed a towel from the linen shelf by the bed and wiped his sword down. The towel turned from white to brown and started smoking. Gin Charlie dropped it on the tile floor and watched it, but it only smoked gently. Gin Charlie sheathed his sword and crossed his arms over his bare chest.
He glanced over to see how Diana was doing with Shisui.
“No, no symptoms, the burn doesn’t even hurt so much, honestly,” But at the same time, Shisui had always been odd about pain. “Mm, I’m okay with needles.” He didn’t freak out, at least.
Shisui glanced over at the now-discolored, smoking towel, and then looked to Gin Charlie. “Guess the effects are fading?”
“The hell knows?” Gin Charlie snorted.
Diana glanced at the towel, and knelt beside the cot, pulling out her needle, syringe, and wipes. “Where do they normally stick you?” she asked, even as she picked up Shisui’s hand and turned it over, examining it for veins.
“Elbow, I guess?” It had always been easier to draw blood from there, but if she could do it from Shisui’s wrist vein, then all the better. He straightened his arm slightly.
“Hmm, you’ve got one here...” Dian tapped on on the side of Shisui’s wrist. “Do your veins roll?” she asked, pulling a green rubbery tourniquet from her pocket and snapping it tight around Shisui’s arm.
Whoo, time to feel like he couldn’t move his fingers. “From any blood testing I’ve done before, the answer’s no. They don’t.” He nodded and wiggled slightly, shifting a little backwards on the cot.
“Good.” Diana rubbed an alcohol wipe over the space and slipped the needle into the vein. She started filling her syringe. “We’ll be done in a moment.”
She pulled the needle out, laid a gauze square over the drop of blood, and popped the tourniquet loose. “Hold pressure here,” she instructed, and started dropping a few drops of blood on each of her little cards. The blood absorbed into the cards, spreading in strange feathery lines along the weave of the paper.
Gin Charlie nodded as the edge of the cards began to glow green, one after another.
“Mhm,” Shisui held the gauze, but wasn’t paying much attention. What was more interesting right now were the cards, as they turned green, and the blood spread over them. “Poison check?” He assumed, but he didn’t know for sure. It was pretty!
“Exactly.” Diana watched for the last of the cards to light up. “You’re clean. Let’s get this ointment on those burns.”
Gin Charlie sighed. “Nice to know.”
“Yay, I’m not going to turn into a soup of internal organs,” Bad thought, bad thought, retrace. Shisui grimaced slightly. “Ointment’s good, are you going to use the aloe-vera one?” He’d grown strangely attached to that scent in the infirmary after the gold lion.
“Certainly.” Diana pulled out the jar and opened it. She offered it to Shisui. It was a little jar, not bigger than a plum. “I’ll let you take this with you so you can use it when you need it.”
“And if I could, perhaps, get a detailed account of exactly what happened tonight, that would help us greatly in our research,” The old man put in helpfully, smiling.
“Thanks,” Shisui gave her a tiny smile and palmed the jar, opening it to smear a little just then. “Er, sure...” How to describe it? He would give a summary, and they could press him for details.
“I woke up from a nightmare, and felt a weight on my chest. I couldn’t move for as long as it was there, and it was burning me...” Shisui frowned. “It had hands. Human-like hands. And it was, oh, the weight of a cat? Either way, it left, and after a few seconds, I could move again. I bolted, went down the halls, and nearly slammed into Gin Charlie.” There, story time over. He finished applying the salve and closed the jar. The burns weren’t terribly large.
“I heard something in the vents. I stabbed it. Fuckin’ the end.” Gin Charlie’s sense of humor appreciated that, like a bedtime story gone horribly awry.
Heraclitus looked thoughtful. “I wonder if these creatures might be related to the Verskae? Granted, those were bigger, but perhaps they’re from the same universe. I should go check and see if the...substance you brought in has hit any DNA matches.” Heraclitus creaked up to his feet.
“I’ll let you know if something interesting comes up,” Heraclitus promised Gin Charlie. He paused and fished in a pocket before turning back to Shisui. “Sweet?”
“And it melted through the ceiling,” Shisui muttered after Gin Charlie, and absently wondered how big bigger was.
After a moment’s hesitation, Shisui shook his head. “No, thanks,” He shifted slightly, dabbed a little ointment on his chest, and decided it would not be a good idea to sleep in his room that night.
“I dunno if you guys want to keep him overnight. I got hallways to fuckin’ patrol.” Gin Charlie nodded to Shisui. “Step up your game, Heretic, your playthings are getting away.”
With that parting shot, he turned and headed down the hall.
Heraclitus sighed and ate the candy himself. “I liked him better when I didn’t know him.” Heraclitus shook his head and looked Shisui over. “Perhaps you should stay the night---just to be safe.”
The nod and smile he returned to Gin Charlie seemed a little weak, but Shisui couldn’t bring himself to care. “That’s true of a lot of people I know... I’d rather...” Shisui wanted to go back, but maybe it wouldn’t be such a hot idea, if he remembered the smell. “...Alright. I’ll stay, I guess.”
Heraclitus nodded. “Good. I’ll tell the medics, and we’ll let you know if we find out anything about these creatures.” Heraclitus smiled. He did like the Others who came in. He hadn’t had much contact with this Shisui, but he seemed like a very nice kid. “If you need anything, let us know.”
After all, they were here to serve.
And he was going to be in a lab, examining steaming goo. He didn’t care how demanding Shisui got.