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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-16 10:54 pm

I can feel the madness slowly creeping in...

It is that time again, meatship.

Once again, the King of Nightmares has deigned to spread his touch to all of your dreams.

This time, however, he has decided to give them a much more personal touch, sending his very own children to visit each and every one of you, slowly sowing the seeds of madness within all of you.

Such a kind and loving king he is, isn't he?

[ooc: Alright folks, Nightmare King is ramping things up a bit. These nightmares are a good bit more dangerous now, and he's sending in his minions to make things a little more real. The nightmares will be of a much more serious nature this time, designed to start driving the crew slowly insane. Characters are more likely to run into nightmare minions in the guise of someone or something that will tug at the edges of their sanity. Also, this time, the characters can have joint dreams, as these nightmares are of a more mystical nature this time. Once again, tagging in isn't mandatory, but if you want to, go crazy (literally)!]

[Additional Note: Any injuries won't be carrying over to real life at this point in the plot but don't worry, we'll get there eventually!]

WARNING: contains some gore

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
The reach of the King of Nightmares has gotten quite long.

It has even managed to pierce the fortress that is the Seer's mind.

The Seer stands impassively as he sees another figure that is himself standing above a writhing mass of living bodies, innocent lives that have been stamped out by his own actions.

He watched as his other self gleefully reached down to grab one of these innocents, before eviscerating and slaughtering them in ever more inventive ways.

He looks about as the innocents at his own feat grab up at him, begging him for mercy. Their screams would be horrifying to any normal human.

The Seer merely watches impassively.

He slowly begins walking towards the other Seer, stepping over those innocents in the path between the two with seemingly no compassion for them.

The other Seer turns his head when the true Seer reaches him, a mad grin on his face.

"Do you like it?" the other Seer says. "So many die because of our work. It's so much easier to kill them befor--"

The other Seer is cut off before he can finish his sentence, as the true Seer grabs him by the throat, plunging his other hand into the facsimile's stomach, tearing out his viscera. The false Seer coughs up blood over the Seer's robe, but he pays no heed.

The other Seer brings his arm up to strike his opponent, but the Seer calmly grabs his wrist, crushing it in his hands.

As the false Seer lays sputtering and dying in his clutches, the Seer looks at him with empty eye sockets, his stare somehow all the fiercer for it.

"Can you hear me, daemon?" he says, not to the creature before him, but to the will that controlled it, the King of Nightmares himself. "You cannot hope to defeat me with such paltry tricks. I will come for you. I will end you."

He crushes his doppelganger's neck with his bare hands, its body going limp as it dies.

"This I swear."

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The boy stand behind him, revealed as the false-Seer dies, glaring up at the dreamer. His white Hakama is flecked with black, there is blood and oil in his hair, and something thin and smokey smeared across his cheeks— like soot, only thinner. Haku is not best-pleased.

"So, even here."

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The Seer lets the corpse in his hands fall to the ground, his hands and robes covered with blood.

Were Haku a mortal, he might have been disturbed by the calm demeanor the Seer takes as he turns to the boy, covered in so much blood as the innocents below them continue to claw at his robes.

He is growing stronger.

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2010-01-20 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," He replied evenly, without moving. Not so different from his own natural plane was this dream-world, but still one did not draw the attention of danger by moving too quickly.

"At this rate, we might not be ready in time."

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
It is not like we have had any choice from the beginning.

The Seer inhales deeply, placing his hands before him as if in prayer.

He begins to chant quietly in a form of pseudo-Latin (not that Haku would likely be able to tell the difference), and slowly begins to reassert his control over the dreamscape.

Instead of an endless sea of crying, innocent souls, the scene is replaced by an ancient stone room, lit by bronze braziers along the wall.

We will face him, ready or not.