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- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
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Beyond the Walls of Sleep
Slowly but surely, the nightmares have been chipping away at the mental defenses of the crew.
Even those who attempt to stay awake to avoid the nightmares find themselves too on-edge to completely concentrate their defenses.
And the Nightmare King has not been idle during all this, no. He has been slowly feeding off the crew, gathering his strength so that he may yet break free from his prison.
And he now uses that new found power, reaching out to affect the minds of the crew even in the waking world. Even those avoiding sleep will find themselves drifting in and out of their nightmares, bringing everyone a taste of despair.
After all, no one can escape the grasp of the King of Nightmares.
No one.
[ooc: OH NOEZ. As you can guess, the Nightmare King is getting stronger. As such, the crew will start experiencing waking dreams. These are much more subtle than the normal nightmares, however, and are more so depressing and surreal than actually brain-breaking. Mostly they would be miserable versions of the character's normal life, or perhaps even their life on the ship.]
Even those who attempt to stay awake to avoid the nightmares find themselves too on-edge to completely concentrate their defenses.
And the Nightmare King has not been idle during all this, no. He has been slowly feeding off the crew, gathering his strength so that he may yet break free from his prison.
And he now uses that new found power, reaching out to affect the minds of the crew even in the waking world. Even those avoiding sleep will find themselves drifting in and out of their nightmares, bringing everyone a taste of despair.
After all, no one can escape the grasp of the King of Nightmares.
No one.
[ooc: OH NOEZ. As you can guess, the Nightmare King is getting stronger. As such, the crew will start experiencing waking dreams. These are much more subtle than the normal nightmares, however, and are more so depressing and surreal than actually brain-breaking. Mostly they would be miserable versions of the character's normal life, or perhaps even their life on the ship.]
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The master Bruce in question is aleady curled up on the plush leather upholstery, furrowing in his pocket for his cellular phone.
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She kneels, and yes, Bruce, she can see you. Do you remember these red eyes? Fingers covered in skin that could turn a knife punch through the shatterproof safety glass and pull. It comes off in a single, crackling piece and ends up on the cement just in front of the car.
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Bruce has been by all measures paralysed in the back seat, phone pressed to his ear, not even listening to the inattentive father on the other end of the line protesting that he is busy with the poisoning and so his son should be too.
"M-m-money?" he splutters, desperately thrusting his wallet in her direction. Her eyes... fiery with rage, yet somehow detached. Distant, like she was not entirely there. Had he seen them before?
"T-take-- money," Oh God, let her take it. Has has nothing else.
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A step, and the suspension groans and sags under the pressure from the braced foot at the side its frame. Motoko steps down to the pavement with a competent calm, as if she did this every day, "Wake up. We don't have time for this."
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He doesn't. They would do better without him messing up the prescription or something of the sort, as he always did. He doesn't even want to be there.
"Father is counting on me."
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It really was like a ghost-hack. Like an entirely different person.
"Or, should I keep calling you Batman."
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The paraletic pall cast over him seems to dwindle the more they speak. He's fidgeting in his seat, getting riled. How very ungentlemanly. Before either he can clamber out of the car or she can clamber in, Alfred steps forward and bars the Major's path with his cane, for what little good one would think it would do.
"Please, don't upset the boy," he says drolly, his tone oddly indifferent for someone who had cared for Bruce all these years, "He's terribly fragile. We wouldn't want to break him."
Bruce tries to get out of the car but Alfred's gloved hand presses him back, from inside he shouts, "Who is Batman?!"
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He was thinking.
"Fragile is the last thing he is. You don't belong here," She informed the thing with Alfred's face. She could kill him at this distance— it would be easy. Just reach out and grasp his head, squeeze until fragile, brittle bone collapsed under the pressure of thousands of pounds per square centimeter, rendering the brain nothing more than fatty tissue and blood. It made a pleasant simulation, but it wasn't the correct response, so instead she reached for his collar, intending to throw Alfred away as one would throw a used tissue.
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"Get away from him," That voice is new. Level where it had been quivering. Deep and commanding where it had been reedy and submissive.
"Master Bruce, I must insist you get back in the car," Alfred waves for him to sit, "Your father expects me to safeguard you and that is exactly what I intend to do. You've had quite enough excitement for one day. I shall resolve matters with the lady here. Why don't you make yourself busy and finish your case work?"
Yes. Yes, he would do that. Bruce picks up the folders and leafs through his reports on the poisoning. Only, they're not medical reports anymore. They're criminal. Supernatural. Bleached and half scorched faces with wild eyes and rictus grins stare up at him. Great alligator maws salivate at the sight of him. Gorgeous, deadly women sharpen their claws and the bat beats its wings.
"Alfred..."
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Her hand tightens in Alfred's collar, but she can't lift him. Fine. Motoko withdraws her hand and instead reaches for her gun. There wasn't time for this.
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It's not 'Master Bruce' that steps out of the car and strikes 'Alfred' across the jaw, "I never did."
He hears the sound of gunfire. Two shots in the night, and then he wakes up.
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Nevermind. On to the next, you wiley bastard.