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Miles Upshur | Outlast
Unfortunately for Miles, he hasn't had a lot of nice things to think about lately. The worst night of his life - with absolutely no exaggeration - is weighing heavily on his mind.
The Dreaming notices.
When he rounds a corner and finds himself back in the decrepit, dimly-lit hallways of Mount Massive, a moan of terror and utter hopelessness escapes him and he sinks to his knees. The coppery stench of blood is all around him, smeared on the floor, on the walls, cryptic messages written in it. Messages for him. Corpses in the hallways. He peeks at the world through what's left of his fingers, his eyes wide. "No, no, no, no, no..."
He's going mad. He must be. It's not real, he can't be back there. Maybe he'd never really left.
1.
Miles is wandering the market with the small purse of juulan provided to him by the welcome center. The color of the world is staggering compared to what he'd gotten depressingly used to.
Something familiar catches his eye. "That's mine," he says, pointing at the camcorder with his left hand. The merchant disagrees, and Miles rolls his eyes. "Okay, fine. How much do you want for it?"
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The carnage had certainly elicited a shocked gasp from her, and she'd staggered from the stench of blood and decay - after all, she had been going to the bakery for sweets and she hadn't exactly been expecting to round a corner into a nightmare. And after the initial shock, she suspected that this was exactly what this was. She'd heard about the Dreaming doing this sort of thing, and the overall feeling that this wasn't exactly real grounded her. Getting her bearings, she looked around for the source - this wasn't her nightmare after all.
The man on his knees who was covering his eyes with his hands and repeating 'no' like a mantra seemed a likely candidate. She hadn't seen him on the networks before - he might have been new.
Slowly, she approached, sidestepping a corpse and trying not to look at the writing on the walls. Yorda crouched down next to the hysterical man, and extended a hand to him.
"Hello," she said softly. "Are you hurt? What is you name?"
oh yorda <3
He hopes.
At the quiet words, he looks up, his hands falling away from his face. Yorda might be able to see that his left ring finger and right index finger are gone, snipped away by bone shears and bleeding, even though they shouldn't be bleeding anymore, he's been to the Guild, he's been to Fletch, he's been bandaged up and he'll never get those damn fingers back but the wounds shouldn't be this fresh anymore.
"You have to get out of here," he says in a hoarse whisper. "It's not safe, there's-- a kid like you shouldn't even be here."
Her presence briefly breaks him from his spell, and the edges of the nightmare unravel.
she tries <3
The smell of blood had been so overwhelming that she hadn't noticed his mangled hand, but the bleeding stumps were now in plain view. Wordlessly, she clasped her hands around the bloodied mess, and a faint, pale glow radiated from her palms. It wasn't much, but it was the one ability she had any semblance of control over - it would dull the pain at least, and Miles would probably find his wounds would heal much faster. The strange light also seemed to sap away fatigue.
"Can you walk?" She asked, not noticing that the illusion was already beginning to unravel.
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"Yeah," he says in response to the question, getting to his feet, trying to spare his injured hands as much as possible when he levers himself up. Magic anesthetic or no, bumping one of his stumps on the ground is gonna hurt like hell.
The illusion was peeling away; the decrepit staircases and ancient elevator were beginning to dwindle and burn down like ash.
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"It already fades," she said, getting to her feet. "You can go to a doctor now."
And then, because she wasn't sure if this man was from a world where doctors were a thin (Yorda certainly didn't know what they were when she arrived) she added:
"They are people who fix bodies. So you do not have to hurt as much."
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He gives her a shaky smile. "And thanks for helping. I have no idea what just happened, but I really don't want it to happen again."
He is holding his swears in around the child.
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oh no i hadn't even intended for The Suspicion to hit but. There It Is
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SORRY YORDA, HE HATES TO BE THE ONE TO BREAK IT TO YOU BUT HUMANS ARE SHIT
THAT IS A DIRTY LIE HUMANS ARE WONDERFUL AND SHE LOVES THEM
he is cynic boy
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Instead of asking permission, he uses his metal arm to grab the man and yank him back out of the alleyway, and away from the horror. He turns away frmo the horror and crouches in front of the man. "Breathe. Don't stop. It's nothing but a nightmare." He says.
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But there's no snapping and crunching of bones, no pain, and Miles peeks through the fingers he has left at the man in front of him. He tries to breathe - can't - then manages to get a few short, sharp ones in. His heart's going like a rabbit's.
"How do you know?" he asks, knowing it's a stupid question but neurotically having to ask.
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"Because I have my own horrors." He answers, without explaining anything. He'll never forget the night he'd woken up to see the chair they'd always used on him sitting in the corner of his room.
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He nods, though, slowly. "Okay. Okay." He licks chapped lips, tasting blood and sweat and things he'd honestly rather not think about, and grimaces. "So how do I make it stop?"
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Bucky shakes his head. "I don't know." He hates admitting that. He doesn't know how to make it stop. No one's ever told him how to do that. "But breathing through it helps. As does focusing on something else."
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He nods, and tries to focus on his breathing. Just the act of breathing, not the smell of blood and viscera. And slowly but surely, the nightmare around them unravels, leaving an inoffensive Earth Sector alleyway.
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She ignores them, linking her arm through the newcomer's. "Now, to properly ask, you simply say..." She whispers something in his ear, that roughly translates to "How much is that?" It's a phrase she really knows well.
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He mumbles the provided phrase to the merchant; the pronunciation isn't perfect, and the merchant holds up three fingers, considers it, then adds a fourth, and Miles almost thinks the guy's mocking him. Fuck you and your intact hands!
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"Easy darling. Now counter with this." Another whispered phrase in his ear and she tells him how to counter the merchant's first sally.
She loves the back and forth of a good barter session.
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He says the next phrase, halfway hoping it's local for 'fuck you and the murder unicorn you rode in on'.
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The merchant holds up three fingers and a half. Heather wags her hand back and forth. Heather smiles when the merchant reluctantly holds up three fingers. "That's about as good as it's going to get, darling."
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"I guess I should thank you," he says to the woman leaning her head on his shoulder.
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"Wow, you're pretty fucked up, huh?"
This was a fucking massacre. The Stalk generally avoided situations like this, but she was no stranger to them. Not the worst she had seen, but it was up there.
ah yes. the only person on the turtle who could freak him out MORE. gg stalk :')
Nice.
Is it rude to ignore hallucinations or is she just a really fucked-up Variant?
Wait. She. There are no female Variants, at least not to his knowledge. Regardless, he falls backwards in shock and tries to scoot backwards.
Bad idea, dumbass. Once he lands on his hands, he realizes what a bad idea that is, and bites his lip to keep from howling in pain. Missing a couple fingers'll do that to ya.
she lives to serve
Kind of.
No pupils, so her eyes kind of widen in mock rolling.
"You know that gets old really fast."
more like she is EXTREMELY RUDE and he doesn't appreciate it >:(
"You know what gets old really fast? Being fucking mutilated by a crazy motherfucker who calls himself a doctor and chased around by a cloud of nanomachines controlled by a kid in a coma that can turn you into meat paste! So excuse me if I'm being a little rude, spider-tits!" And he flips her the double-bird. He's missing a finger on each hand, true, but at least it's not that finger.
If he dies now, it's totally worth it. He is Fucking Done.
she is that also
"Anyway you're not really here, this is the 'dreaming'."
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"And what the fuck is that."
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