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tushanshu_ooc2016-10-26 09:29 am
3!
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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"It is called the Dreaming," she explained as the last of the nightmare fell away. "Sometimes it pulls things out of your mind. Important things. Sometimes those things are painful."
She peered up at him curiously. "There were many dead people there. Were you a sacrifice...?"
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He'd called Miles his Apostle, his Paul. And a lot of the Biblical apostles became martyrs. Paul included.
"...I might have been intended to be," he said, feeling uneasy.
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"People should never be made into sacrifices," she said, her usually airy and distant tone suddenly firm and certain.
"You are safe now here. This city, the people are kind. They will not kill you."
oh no i hadn't even intended for The Suspicion to hit but. There It Is
Then he blinked. "That was a kind of weird thing to say about sacrifices. What made you think of that?"
Reporter instinct or his well-deserved right to be paranoid? YOU DECIDE.
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"That is why humans kill each other, yes?"
The tone didn't quite fit the question - it was mild, more like she was asking about a perplexing math problem than the darker facets of human nature.
"That is why the horned children were brought to the castle. I cannot think of any other reason why so many would be killed."
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This kid was asking about this like it was totally normal, barely confused about it. Also, horned children? What???
...he was trying not to think about the glowy heal-y thing. Nope. Nope. Not even going there. Magic. Isn't. Real. Even the Walrider, which everyone had thought was supernatural, was just crazy-ass Nazi science controlled by a kid in a coma.
"...no. Not usually. Rarely, actually." He wasn't even going to go into the Aztecs and the rest of that. That might just confuse her. "Usually it's for land. Or religion. Or self-preservation. Or just because they can." And sometimes, it's because you're there.
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"But... that does not make sense. Why?"
As much as she hated it, she could understand why the horned children were brought to the castle. It wasn't like the people bringing them had much choice - one child or the whole village. Painful and horrible as it was to consider, she could understand. But to kill for land? Or simply because they could? What was the sense in that?
SORRY YORDA, HE HATES TO BE THE ONE TO BREAK IT TO YOU BUT HUMANS ARE SHIT
But he hadn't expected to be down two fingers when he'd woken up that morning. C'est la vie.
He sighed. "Kid, if we knew that, we'd be a lot better off."
THAT IS A DIRTY LIE HUMANS ARE WONDERFUL AND SHE LOVES THEM
It was hard to tell whether or not she was actually processing what Miles had said. She seemed to have a permanent expression of mild bewilderment.
"I should show you where the doctors are, so they can help you." She said at last, her voice quiet.
he is cynic boy
Himself included, if he's gonna be honest with himself. There's blood on his hands. Well. Figuratively and literally.
"...yeah," he said. And then, after a moment, "Sorry."
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Yorda really needed to be introduced to the wonderful world of blinking.
"I do not understand - did you do something wrong?" She asked as she led him back out to the main road, headed towards the clinic.
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Even if he had good reason to be cynical.
"What's your name, anyway?" He hadn't processed that she'd asked him earlier.
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"It is not something to be sorry for. I am Yorda."
She gave him another one of her curious and somewhat scrutinizing stares. "What is it that you are called?"
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If he could ever be happy - or even calm - again, it'd be a goddamned miracle.
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"Are you called that because you have traveled a long way?"
God only knows what Yorda was hearing through the translation magic that was in place.
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And down, down, down the rabbit hole we go.
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"I do not know," she admitted.
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"It is a kind thing to say," she said. "Thank you."
She hesitated for a moment as they rounded a corner. She didn't want to press Miles for information if talking about things was painful to him, but she was curious about other worlds.
"How are people named in your world?"
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