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SHARON DA SILVA ([personal profile] fogsong) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-09-08 06:46 pm

forget everything you saw | open & closed

Who: Sharon Da Silva & You
What: September Catch-all, including TDM Prompts & Event Starters
When: Throughout the month of September
Where: Trench & the pocket dimension version of Trench

Content Warnings: graphic violence, gore, razor wires tearing up through a woman, cults, a massacre, burned flesh, cursing, and maybe more. will edit when necessary. starters will have warnings.

 


dohaeris: (ALAYNE yell)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-09-09 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[for a moment sansa thinks she's fallen into the massacre at the twins. then she realizes that it is not in fact her mother on the floor, but a woman she knows from somewhere else. the rest clicks into place; sharon's memories on the network, the book she had been reading, the wood for burning. she lets her arms go slack and shouts.]

Rose!

[it's not sansa's voice. rose somehow cuts the ropes, and there's a little girl...something in her gaze reminds her of the white walkers in her dream. sansa scrabbles backwards, grasping for rose. part of her thinks of arya, of jinx, of alayne stone. she shouldn't give up on this girl because she unsettles her, but she doesn't think she has a choice.]

Rose, we have to leave!
dohaeris: (can we get the disappointment in her eye)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-09-09 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[sansa doesn't bother struggling out of rose's arms. her limbs are still weak.]

I'm not frightened, but we need to run. I think there's something coming after us...

[she flexes one leg and then the other, trying to shake some life into them, and grasps rose's shoulder to peer over it.]

Here, I can keep watch, but you have to keep moving. We might be faster if you set me down.
dohaeris: (if you could just listen to me)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-09-09 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[sansa stumbles forward, reaching back for rose's hand.]

Please. I think––

[what does she think? she can't sense anything except what's right in front of her. the girl reminds her of the wights in her dream.]

We have to get far away before anybody comes to see what's happened here, and I don't think that little girl is...alive.

[she tugs on rose's arm insistently.]
Edited 2022-09-09 23:02 (UTC)
cuddlery: (did i do that)

[personal profile] cuddlery 2022-09-10 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was very easy to get lost when exploring this mysterious other world. Between the fog and most of the town being in ruins, she couldn't find any familiar places to take shelter. It was lonely, frightening and nerve-wracking. So Scorpia wandered around carefully and doing what she could to avoid monsters in order to minimize her risks and conserve her energy.

These movements eventually brought her to a certain area by chance. Scorpia realized she wasn't alone over here - and that the other being wasn't a monster. It was a person, huddled over and crying by a wall. All of Scorpia's caution went out the window as the tall scorpion woman rushed over to her aid.]


H-hey! Hey there! What's wrong? [She tries to sound soothing as she approaches her and tries to assess her condition by looking her over.]
dohaeris: (I won't cause problems!!!)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-09-10 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[sansa walks briskly on the balls of her feet, trying to concentrate her chakra there. she doesn't know if that will do anything in this..dream? but if it were a dream, she could do anything...]

I promise you, I'm not frightened of the rest of it.

[sansa has seen death and blood. perhaps this is more gruesome, but it's also better deserved.]

Is there somewhere we can go to be rid of her?
martyrofduty: (Default)

[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-09-11 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Though he lacks context for a great deal of what's going on, Duty pays attention when he cannot do anything else. The room is locked shut with no one getting out. Most people are dying; it couldn't happen to a nicer cult.

Once the ropes are free, Duty doesn't stay in his mother's arms. Things are far from okay, and closing his eyes and hugging it out doesn't solve their problems. He picks up the knife where Rose dropped it, and leads the way out the way she came. Down below, most of the space is occupied by sharp razor wires, but the wire doesn't seem to target them. Good since a knife can do little against sharp razor wires controlled like tentacles.

The little girl stares down from the balcony where they just were, not upset or angry but intense. Great, he thinks. However, he doesn't talk, so as not to draw additional attention to them. The little girl has seen them, but he's less sure about the being at the center of the razor wires. As softly as an exhausted young girl's body can move, he moves.
possessum: (the canyon shadows grew long)

[personal profile] possessum 2022-09-11 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( This isn't the first time that Peter's been brought into some kind of nightmare world. Deerington had its times, and Trench has transported him into horrific places once or twice — when he first looks around, wide-eyed and trembling uncontrollably, he thinks maybe he's back in the Tower, in the Sleeper Farm.

But no, this is something... different. Different but eerily similar to the city, almost like some mirror version of it. But despite that fact, it's impossible to make sense of where he is; buildings crumble inwards, the fog is thick and black and burns to breathe in. Thunder rolls and ripples ominously overhead, and cracks of lightening split the air in random intervals.

When Peter thinks of Hell, it's something like this. And maybe that's what it is. Maybe this is where he's supposed to be. Where he's always been leading towards.

But then he hears people calling out through the gloom to anyone who passes by, voices a rising wail, hoping to draw attention — mentioning the Old Ones and the Nightmare. Those sound too much like Trench terms. And then he hears Sodder's name, and he's frozen in shock for a few long moments, before hurrying away. Maybe he should try to find out more about whatever the fuck's going on, but he's always flinched away from it, even back in Deerington. He'd seen Sodder for himself once, in a hospital. He'd never wanted to see her again. He never really wanted to know the truth. Never wanted to face it.

So Peter's moving away from the small hoards of townspeople, heart pounding, head spinning. This isn't Hell — at least not his own personal one. This is... something still connected to Trench. He just has to find the way back out. There's always a way back out. ...And Paimon will protect him until he can find it; he can feel the demon there, its ancient spirit crackling with awareness and alarm. Sometimes random objects around Peter lift or are sent flying through the air from the demon's energy pulsing so loudly.

He doesn't know how long he wanders through the devastated remains of the city, arms wrapped tightly around himself, keeping close to the broken walls of buildings and alleyways. His clothing's filthy, lungs aching from breathing in the thick, polluted fog. And he almost doesn't see the person crumpled on the ground and crying into their hands. Maybe it's Paimon who senses something familiar and alerts him to it, but all of a sudden Peter finds himself just staring right at the person, eyes wide. He hesitates at first, but then slowly moves a little closer as he realises it's someone crying — sobbing so hard it looks like it hurts. A young woman.

Wait... Is that— )


Sharon?

( Some weird, awful mixture of relief to see someone familiar and horrific alarm snaps in Peter like a string pulled past its limits. He's immediately rushing forwards, kneeling down close to her as she rocks like that, lifting his hands but not touching her just yet. She's bad off, really bad off, he can tell that right away as his horror grows. )

God, Sharon— C-can you hear me? It's Peter. I'm Peter.
dohaeris: (think)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-09-12 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[sansa slips into the room, finally grimacing at the blood on her shoes, if only because it made running harder. she attempts to stamp it of as if she were stamping snow of her boots. she recalls septa mordane telling her to go to her room and bar the door, and scans the room for a chair or something to bar the door with. even then she had been taller, stronger than this body is now. she glances back at rose.]

We should bar the door.

[and then a small, tired smile.]

Thank you. I'm glad you're with me.
dohaeris: (very yes)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-09-12 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[sansa's smile softens, widens. she embraces rose with sharon's arms.]

You did well. You're a wonderful mother. As strong as––[sansa's own lady mother. she can't say that.] anyone could ever wish.
dohaeris: (gentle smile)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-09-12 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[sansa smiles sadly. perhaps she should have tried harder to sound like sharon, but she'd scarcely had time to think.]

I'm a friend of hers, a guardian spirit. I've come to help you both. I swear on my life, by the old gods and the new, that I mean the two of you no harm. She's safe. You saved her.
Edited 2022-09-12 21:46 (UTC)
dohaeris: (eep)

[personal profile] dohaeris 2022-09-13 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[sansa nods, sad-eyed, her mouth tugging to one side in a gesture inherited from her own parents.]

Sharon will be fine. I'm sorry for the trouble. You mustn't let in the other little girl...

[she shouldn't be able to sense them in here. it affirms sansa's instinct that this girl is dangerous, and sharon and rose must be protected from her. nevertheless a part of her wishes she could perhaps try to talk to the girl, and find out what she wants, perhaps convince her to go elsewhere and live her own life. it is perhaps what margaery would have done. and yet sansa eyes the desk, wondering if rose could move it, and if they would have to take the chair away to slide it in place.]

I think she wants to hurt us.
Edited 2022-09-13 01:19 (UTC)
martyrofduty: (g1deon!face profile)

[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-09-13 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Memories don't work quite the same way as life. In some ways it's more like a dream. Duty still leans into his experiences because spy work still applies. Expectations and meeting them. Guiding people without being hamfisted. Admittedly 'small child runs away from scary ass shit' isn't a hard sell. Shouldn't be, he thinks. Fight or flight or freeze. It's option two.

He doesn't know exactly which terms of endearment this child usually uses. It wasn't covered in what he read before showing up. Hopefully the memory, like a dream, allows some leeway.

"I want to be safe, Mama," he says. The exhaustion and child's voice add to the performance.

Duty continues on then, aware of the slow inexorable progress of the other child in this strange game of tag, toward another set of doors. Out of sight, out of mind. Perhaps with the razor wire construct if not the little girl. It's a long game, so much as he can stretch it. Delay delay delay.
cuddlery: (sad uncertainty)

[personal profile] cuddlery 2022-09-13 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Scorpia comes a halt a few feet away from the girl, noticing the way she seems to react to her approach. She does have enough self awareness to know that some of scorpion features might seem a bit intimidating to others. And her words further full Scorpia with concern for this girl and what she could have gone through.]

N-no! No. [She raises her pincers to try to make placating gestures.] I'm not bringing you to anyone. At least not to anyone you don't want to go to. I'm just one lost scorpion gal who wants to help. Are you hurt?

[She tentatively tries to step closer.]

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