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deercountry2022-05-22 10:21 pm
wishforaneye) wrote in deercountry2022-05-22 10:21 pm
When Logic And Proportion Have Fallen Sloppy Dead
Who: Alice(White) and preestablished CR/Pandora CR
What: (TDM Mirror Reflection prompt inspiration)After catching sight of a reflection that takes control, "Alice" goes on a walk after gifting Xerxes Break with a new eye replacement; which brings back a lot of traumatic memories for the man. Chaos ensues with a few 'friends' literally made along the way. A girl just wants to have fun.
When: May
Where: Starts at Pandora House, various places after.
Content Warnings: Blood(puddled and raining), shambling pieced together and warped corpses, loss of control, casual acts of violence and gore, references to eye injury/eye gore- it's not a good time in here, really.
(OOC Note: Alice will not be directly engaging characters in any fights unless previously discussed{otherwise that's what her pieced together "friends" are for}, and will not be killing any characters.
Also, feel free to Action Bracket or Prose, I'll match you!)
One otherwise fine and totally boring day, an urgent message from Baltus comes through to the omnis of several individuals. The omen has selected those he reaches for very carefully. He does not want the entire city on alert and running to interfere. Still, his firm, almost stern tone -- and the video feed of what Baltus is looking at -- make it very clear that this message is absolutely a call to arms.
Something is wrong with Alice. She is as she once was, but she does not wish it.
It's the pale one he's looking at as she dances off down one of the hallways at the house, floating cheerfully, which is normal. What's decidedly not normal is the ragged grin across her face when she spins around, the way her eyes are blacked out entirely and the way her hands have lengthened horribly. Her own omen, Dinah, is trailing after her, and she looks back to nod at Baltus, as though to promise that she'll stay hard on Alice's heels. This gives Baltus a moment to turn and look at Break, who he is currently hovering over protectively.
It seems Break has not sent this message himself because he is currently on the floor, panting terribly, tense all over with pain. One hand is clasped over his missing left eye. Blessedly, the fall of his hair hides his expression.
If you are unable to defend yourself, stay out of her way, Baltus continues, turning back to watch Alice depart. Don't attack her if you can help it. Don't provoke her. This isn't corruption. She's in there, and she wishes to stop, but she's out of control. She may well attack on a whim --
A long and terrible pause as Alice disappears around the corner.
Do not allow Qrow to get too close to her. She has a terrible fondness for red eyes.
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Dinah, the Omen that belonged to the paler of the Alice twins, was moving along the ground at a large and noticeable size for good reason. Keeping ahead, trying to ensure the path taken was clear just to avoid anything happening- knowing the frantic screaming that didn't show on the outside of the girl herself was there; she was trapped in her own mind, a feeling that was unfortunately familiar, and no matter what she did she was basically stuck in the back seat of her own body. Only able to watch.
Was it her? Wasn't it her? This part of herself she knew so well and never denied, but knew she was so much more than when she had all of her mind about her. It didn't make it less—
Blood trailed after her, filling in puddles as it drizzled from above as a few pieces of what could have been flesh splashed down as well. Behind her was a large and shambling beast pieced together from a few unfortunate beasts that had gotten in her way. Likely where the sudden rain of blood had come from and was still coming from. No matter, they were useful enough, following after like some loyal pet despite the snarls.
There'd be more where that came from, too.
"Come now- didn't you want to play? You helped make quite the pretty show to enjoy for now, and we can find more playmates for you!" A pat to the bloody fur of it's head, a smile not leaving Alice's face as eyes of deep black gleefully took everything in. The color even bleeding down along skin, glittering a bit as Darkblood. "Doesn't that sound so terribly exciting? I can hardly wait to see who we can get to play with us."
There was good reason the Omen wanted to be first contact rather than- well. Keep moving.
At times the large Omen is also right beside Alice, whenever the Omen feels as if she can't scout ahead for safety's sake; too much of a chance for the girl to slip from her direct sights.
What: (TDM Mirror Reflection prompt inspiration)After catching sight of a reflection that takes control, "Alice" goes on a walk after gifting Xerxes Break with a new eye replacement; which brings back a lot of traumatic memories for the man. Chaos ensues with a few 'friends' literally made along the way. A girl just wants to have fun.
When: May
Where: Starts at Pandora House, various places after.
Content Warnings: Blood(puddled and raining), shambling pieced together and warped corpses, loss of control, casual acts of violence and gore, references to eye injury/eye gore- it's not a good time in here, really.
(OOC Note: Alice will not be directly engaging characters in any fights unless previously discussed{otherwise that's what her pieced together "friends" are for}, and will not be killing any characters.
Also, feel free to Action Bracket or Prose, I'll match you!)
One otherwise fine and totally boring day, an urgent message from Baltus comes through to the omnis of several individuals. The omen has selected those he reaches for very carefully. He does not want the entire city on alert and running to interfere. Still, his firm, almost stern tone -- and the video feed of what Baltus is looking at -- make it very clear that this message is absolutely a call to arms.
Something is wrong with Alice. She is as she once was, but she does not wish it.
It's the pale one he's looking at as she dances off down one of the hallways at the house, floating cheerfully, which is normal. What's decidedly not normal is the ragged grin across her face when she spins around, the way her eyes are blacked out entirely and the way her hands have lengthened horribly. Her own omen, Dinah, is trailing after her, and she looks back to nod at Baltus, as though to promise that she'll stay hard on Alice's heels. This gives Baltus a moment to turn and look at Break, who he is currently hovering over protectively.
It seems Break has not sent this message himself because he is currently on the floor, panting terribly, tense all over with pain. One hand is clasped over his missing left eye. Blessedly, the fall of his hair hides his expression.
If you are unable to defend yourself, stay out of her way, Baltus continues, turning back to watch Alice depart. Don't attack her if you can help it. Don't provoke her. This isn't corruption. She's in there, and she wishes to stop, but she's out of control. She may well attack on a whim --
A long and terrible pause as Alice disappears around the corner.
Do not allow Qrow to get too close to her. She has a terrible fondness for red eyes.
————
Dinah, the Omen that belonged to the paler of the Alice twins, was moving along the ground at a large and noticeable size for good reason. Keeping ahead, trying to ensure the path taken was clear just to avoid anything happening- knowing the frantic screaming that didn't show on the outside of the girl herself was there; she was trapped in her own mind, a feeling that was unfortunately familiar, and no matter what she did she was basically stuck in the back seat of her own body. Only able to watch.
Was it her? Wasn't it her? This part of herself she knew so well and never denied, but knew she was so much more than when she had all of her mind about her. It didn't make it less—
Blood trailed after her, filling in puddles as it drizzled from above as a few pieces of what could have been flesh splashed down as well. Behind her was a large and shambling beast pieced together from a few unfortunate beasts that had gotten in her way. Likely where the sudden rain of blood had come from and was still coming from. No matter, they were useful enough, following after like some loyal pet despite the snarls.
There'd be more where that came from, too.
"Come now- didn't you want to play? You helped make quite the pretty show to enjoy for now, and we can find more playmates for you!" A pat to the bloody fur of it's head, a smile not leaving Alice's face as eyes of deep black gleefully took everything in. The color even bleeding down along skin, glittering a bit as Darkblood. "Doesn't that sound so terribly exciting? I can hardly wait to see who we can get to play with us."
There was good reason the Omen wanted to be first contact rather than- well. Keep moving.
At times the large Omen is also right beside Alice, whenever the Omen feels as if she can't scout ahead for safety's sake; too much of a chance for the girl to slip from her direct sights.
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And he won't. Not about this thing in particular, at this time. However, conversely, he will snitch on Break. In recent months, Baltus has figured out how to switch the username on an omni, and created one of his very own. It allows him to chat on the network from time to time without Break finding out what he's been up to right away -- not that Baltus is ever up to anything Break can truly be annoyed about, but as Ange has just said, it's just easier if there are some things he isn't aware of.
To that end, tomorrow Ange will receive a short video clip from someone called "boof". It will simply be Break propped up on a pillow pile in his bed, changed properly into his favorite billowy pajama shirt and sipping slowly at a steaming cup of tea. He certainly won't recover from this whole mess in the span of a day. There is much to think about, and his new eye will irritate him simply by existing for quite some time. But even just this simple moment of Xerxes Break doing the sorts of things a Xerxes Break does is such a contrast from the pale, pained sight of him before that this tiny beginning is heartening.
And, after all, Ange is the reason he can sit up. It is important to put her heart at ease.
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She doesn't send a message back, well aware that Baltus might not be the only one to catch it if she would, but she still tells herself to make sure to give Baltus an extra squishy noodle hug the next time she sees him.
It's not a very mysterious username, after all.