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- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- aang,
- ahava,
- brainiac 5,
- cale tucker,
- captain kirk,
- dean winchester,
- demon alessa,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fletcher tringham,
- gauron,
- gwen mackenzie,
- haku,
- inara serra,
- jaime reyes,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kate bishop,
- kaylee frye,
- kazami shiro,
- komali,
- luis sera,
- luke skywalker,
- lyle norg,
- malcolm reynolds,
- mara jade,
- matt olsen,
- meluly,
- nathaniel richards/iron lad,
- nova terra,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- plays-in-traffic,
- red devil,
- rhiow,
- robin,
- roy mustang,
- russel tringham,
- sam winchester,
- samus aran,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- spider-man,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- tess lee,
- the major,
- wyn callahan,
- zelda and sheik
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!]
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!]
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He turned in place, hoping to see someone, anyone. He caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye -- but then it was gone. The pub's door stood ajar, and Fletcher only hesitated for a moment before heading in.
It was so empty and quiet that his footsteps echoed even on the wood floor. He tried to call out, but his voice caught in his throat. Someone had to be here, but-- what if they weren't? What if he really was alone? He couldn't...
He didn't have to say anything, though; a sound reached his ears. A girl crying. He followed the voice through a door into a side room, and up a flight of stairs. He knew that voice even before he pushed open the door to her room and saw her, Elisa, curled up on her bed sobbing.
Finally he forced the words out. "What-- what's going on? Are you okay?" The dread building in his gut told him the answer, though. He knew what she would say before she said it, but he was powerless to stop it.
"Why did they save you?" Her voice was distraught and accusatory all at once, and it tore through Fletcher like ice. "Why do you and Russel get to live when we don't? Why didn't they bring us?" She was the only one here, but she wasn't the only one speaking. Her words were those of everyone else in Xenotime, all of the people Fletcher and Russel had sworn to help and atone to. All of them gone now, all but for the brothers.
Fletcher couldn't answer, and he couldn't move away from the doorframe where he stood. All he could do was stand and listen. He couldn't even bring himself to cry for them.
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Xenotime had been a dead town, slowly reviving. Children were being born, and the roads were being once again filled with playing children, toy shops, schools, and plants hanging in pots from eaves, in window boxes, in backyards, in the fields.
But now, all that remained was the vague outline of the homes' foundations. No rubble, it had been windblown enough to completely disintegrate. The brick train platform is what Russel stood on. The tracks were completely buried by blowing sand. He lifted his hand to his forehead to block the harsh light of the sun, and surveyed the scene more closely. One house still stood. Way at the outer edge of town. Mr. Belshio's.
When he arrived there, he let himself in. "Mr. Belshio?" he called. A door slammed, bursting from the kitchen came the lined, tan face and tight, thick curls of Mr. Belshio. Russel's face lit up. He was okay, he was still alive. But before he could express that, he was being slapped across the face.
He looked back at the man in shock. He'd never raise a hand to them. "Was destroying this town once not enough for you?" the man hissed. There was another voice under his, one he couldn't place right now.
"Wh-what?" Russel stammered, completely unable to articulate any kind of response.
"Everyone's dead, Russel. And it's all because you have absolutely no control over yourself! Let go of the Stone, Russel!" The voice in the background slowly became louder, soon dwarfing Belshio's. "You're a disgrace to your father's memory, and the wounds you've inflicted on Fletcher will never heal!" There they were, all of Russel's fears and guilt laid out bare.
"Get out!" the new voice screamed. Hands from behind him grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. He was shoved out the door by these hands, large and strong.
He awoke with a jerk a moment later, panting and sweating. His chest, tight with anxiety, ached. He sat up, and pulled his knees up to his chest. Maybe that warning actually meant something. He thought over that second voice. He knew it, but he couldn't place it.
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Back in reality, he was tossing and turning in his bed beside Russel, whimpering aloud. Even in his usual nightmares, he never acted up this much. Obviously something was wrong.
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But he still tried to awaken him. He even pinched his arm.
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He was disoriented at first. Where was this? All he knew was Russel was there, sitting next to where he was lying. Fletcher sat straight up and clung tightly to his brother, almost desperately. Now he remembered. All the things Elisa had said in that dream... they were true. He was on board Stacy, and everyone else was probably dead.
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But he needed reassurance. It was muffled by his positioning, but he asked, "It's-- it's all true, right? They're all gone."
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