Mostly Closed Catch-all for November

[azurestar]

Who: Lance (azurestar) and CR
What: Catch-all for November, after this
When: All of November
Where: Prufrock, Cellar Door, Crenshaw

Content Warnings: discussion of death, murder, trauma/ptsd, psychosis, past torture

( ooc: this is a catchall for Lance this November after his conflict with Reaper and then Maul, though I am trying to keep my new threads this month limited in number, if you have CR with Lance already you are welcome to come plot something with me here or on plurk at spypigeon and we can start something here in this log or I may ask to wait till next month while I get his inbox more caught up and under control if I've already got too much going on, either way I'm happy to plot always! )

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[onerthes]

That's not how any of this works! Horses don't talk! But fine, if it gets us out of here!

[Just call her Wilbur? She was grabbing where his hand directed, hauling herself up and over the lip of the wood, arm extended to him. Her eyes clenched shut, the world a swimming sea of awful colors that made her want to be violently ill, but as long as the two of them could get inside, the cart could do the rest, right?

Wait, was Bob his omen? She'd have to ask him later.]

[azurestar]

Then why did he just say 'yippie ki-yay motherfucker'?!

[That was all in Lance's hallucinating mind, of course. And as they both get on, fumbling and freaking out and just trying to trust what they're seeing is something else, the Zealots send lightning attacks their way. Lance turns around to look compulsively and then SHRIEKS at what he sees as Bob darts forward down the street, running as fast as his big bulky body can go.]

WHAT ARE THOOOSE?!

[onerthes]

That was NOT what I heard!

[As the horse began its race to get away from the lightning strikes, thunder echoing and sending her hands swiftly to her ears to protect them. She saw nothing more than black phantoms, horrible things that chased after them, practically bleeding fire and power.]

I don't know! I've never seen the like! Faster, Bob!

[azurestar]

Then get your ears checked!

[Bob goes faster, though it's unclear if it's because of Vira-Lorr or because he's scared out of his horsie mind. Lance for his part is increasingly more freaked out and detaching from what's real. He turns to look back at the zealots again and yells, firing off a blast of star power without thinking and then immediately curling in on himself when his body's injuries protest.]

Aughhh. We gotta… we gotta go up.

[onerthes]

Aren't we going up already? It feels like a spiralling...ugh, closing eyes.

[She managed to get a shot off, though if it actually hit anyone, she couldn't tell. One thing they were fortunate for... the zealots didn't have a pale or duskblood in them. They couldn't afflict the mind of the horse and nobody could stop time to catch up. They were powerful but they were quickly getting outdistanced.

There would be easier prey than these. Their shrouded, awful visages were fading and she could feel herself sick to her stomach.]

Need...ginger.

[azurestar]

We are?! But the spool is pulling us down again!

[Lance starts hyperventilating and his voice is trembling with something… a little unhinged. Then he yelps when a fireball whizzes past their heads and it looks like it has a thousand flaming eyes. He fires a blast at it and it creates a mid-air explosion a few feet in front of Bob. The horse whinnies and rears up in fear, halting abruptly. Lance is thrown forward onto the horse's back. He scrambles and clings as Bob starts swerving down another path wildly out of control.]

It's okay Bob, I killed it!

[onerthes]

[The one advantage of this haphazard path was that Bob was taking them well away from those things. the downside was that it might be a while before they got out of this completely. Vira-Lorr had to control her stomach's lurching while she reached up to grab for Lance, to yank him back in. Or at least, she assumed it was lance. He looked like a Galran with tentacles for hair.

...]

Get back in here you. I hate those mushrooms!

[azurestar]

[He yelps as what feels like a cold claw grabs him and pulls him back. He flails and thwacks Vira… in the boob. With the back of his hand.]

Wh-what was-?! What are you?!

[onerthes]

Easy!

[She pulled back and rubbed her breast as the cart careened down the alleyway, keeping her eyes closed. Bob was finally starting to slow down, gradually.]

Close your eyes. Breathe. I think... I think they're gone. Nobody's throwing fireballs now, or whatever that was.

[azurestar]

[He doesn't realize what he hit, just that it looked... agh. Vira's voice is starting to distort, and he's desperately trying to hold on to the knowledge that it's her and this was the doing of the mushrooms. But his grip is starting to slip. He's always been especially vulnerable to this stuff since his mind was broken and feasted on by the winter lantern, and now after the upheaval of killing Reaper and then fighting Maul so recently, he's shaking and bending over where he sits, gripping the side of his head and closing his eyes. Trying to breathe, and because of his injuries, the breaths come out rattled, wet and shallow.]

It n-needs to stop… Are you-? Are you okay? N-no what are you?

[onerthes]

It's me, Vira-Lorr... I'm alright, but ngh... I feel really sick to my stomach. Bob's running pretty hard.

At least... I think that's bob?

[It was Bob. And actually at this point the cart was coming to a rest. The feeling of the world spinning was all vertigo. She was starting to come out of it, slowly, but boy did she want to lose her lunch. Good thing she hadn't eaten yet.]

[azurestar]

It's… he's not… he is?

[The car stops and Lance doubles over to hug his knees, trying to keep his shit together and not doing so great with that.]

M-maybe I gotta… burn it out. Right? Burn it out…

[onerthes]

Easy there... it's a drug. A hallucination. It'll fade. Don't try to burn anything. That could make things much worse...

[She was holding herself and breathing softly, trying to get her heart rate to calm down.]

Keep your eyes closed. Bob'll run if anything happens... I'll let out Sharona, in case.

[Her own omen emerged, lingering by the cart, out of sight of either. It could sense her distress, but thankfully they'd given the bastards the slip for now. They had to wait this whole thing out, though.]

[azurestar]

[He wheezes and breathes heavily into his knees and tries to hear what she's saying for what it is. But his brain is distorting it. What he does hear is snippets that get mashed into something… different.

He lifts his head and reaches over to grab her shoulders, expression pleading.]

D-don't put a Sharona in Bob! What's a Sharona?? [Then he blinks and her face, oh god-] AHH! WHAT ARE YOU?? A SPOOL DEMON OF THE DEEP?! P-please don't eat my brain!

[onerthes]

ACK! I'm not a spool demon! You look like a mushroom head right now, Lance? It is Lance, right?

[Sharona? What's a Sharona? Oh, right, her omen was currently pacing, out of sight and out of mind. It had an eye out in case there was any trouble. Vira-lorr gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Swirling colors were everywhere, but with her eyes closed she knew it was a lie.]

Keep your eyes closed. That way you know it's all illusions. Just breathe slowly. Relax. I think we're safe for now... mushroom noggin.

[azurestar]

Y-Yes? I don't know? M-maybe?

[Is he Lance? Oh god, now he's having an existential crisis and breathing fast. He closes his eyes and starts touching his face all over and then his chest and body.]

Is this my body? Am… am I supposed to have this face? How many arms am I supposed to have? A-and you didn't tell me what a Sharona is! Is it a mushroom?

[Deep, heavy breaths, but his lungs are… not in the best shape, and neither is the rest of him and he coughs. Blood ends up on his hand when he does, but it doesn't look like blood. But then it does? The visions are fading a bit, he looks around and everything looks a bit less wavy. He coughs again and more red, oh good, it's red now, not bright yellow.]

[onerthes]

Sharona's my omen. Like Bob's yours. [At least she assumed Bob was an omen, but right now she was sufficiently confused that anything was possible. She settled back into a position, lying on her back as best she did.]

She isn't a mushroom. She's a pokemon. I don't think they can be mushrooms.

[Tell that to shroomish.]

[azurestar]

Bob's not an omen!

[He says incredulously, and heaves a few heavy, shaking breaths as he looks wildly around. The hallucinations are slowly starting to ease and he's glowing. Is it because his powers are raising his metabolism? Maybe, but he doesn't have the mental acuity to gather that. Luckily, otherwise he really will start burning brighter and cause some damage.]

What're you talking about? There's a mushroom pokemon down the road.

[He points. No, Lance, that's another Walking Terror. It looks like a Shroomish to him rn, though. Ambling along, getting closer…]

[onerthes]

Mushroom poke... Bob, run!

[She went to try and slap Bob's haunches. It wasn't easy. But she managed to do it. As she did, she felt Sharona do ... something through the link. There was a rush of air, and as the cart started to take off, her omen's head whipped forward. Something like a scythe blade came flying, connecting with the 'pokemon' before the absol lunged up and onto the cart. The air scythe bashed into the terror, sending it flying backwards with a squeal.

Nope, Sharona was definitely not letting them get caught up again, though absols were scary things when you hallucinated.]

[azurestar]

[Bob lurches forward at the slap and then whinnies in surprise when Sharona does its thing. Lance has fallen backwards into the back of the cart at the lurch, not at all prepared for it. He bounces around on top of the few logs that are in there as Bob continues to run.]

A-ah! It's trying to- [He stops suddenly, and squints down at the logs. They stop looking like moving giant corpse arms and more like what they actually are. He takes in a sharp breath and tries to calm himself more, the auditory hallucinations are still intense, but he's used to that.]

I think… I think it's getting better. [Except he's still lit up like a solar flare and he's setting the logs on fire by being on top of them. The seat of the cart has been enchanted against that, so that's why it hadn't happened yet.]

[onerthes]

Try to calm your powers down... it's getting hot in here, Lance

[She was keeping her voice measured, trying to focus, to find where the fire was starting, and to tamp it out as best she could without getting too close to what he was emanating. It was... not easy work, and it was only partially successful considering that she was occasionally still hallucinating.]

As... long as we keep our distance we should be fine. Hopefully. Gods I have a headache.

[azurestar]

S-so take of all your clothes…

[He shakily sings in response to try and comfort himself into calming down his powers. And his… everything. He swallows and lust sort of sits there in the burning logs in the back of the cart like he doesn't even notice it's on fire. At least the cart itself won't burn, but it's got Bob running harder because that's scary!]

Oh no, oh man. I think I'm gonna puke.

[onerthes]

Haha, oh gods. Now is not the time for that kind of flirting, you!

[She managed to laugh, even as she edged away from the heat. They weren't burning down, so that was good, but she had to try and keep Bob steady and herself steady while Sharona loped to keep pace with them. Her heart wasn't racing like before, but god she felt awful.]

ngh... could use a little ginger myself. Just lean over if you have to puke.

[azurestar]

F-flirting??

[Bob whinnies and he sees a spark of fire heading for the horse's backside. The hallucinations are calming down enough now that he's able to understand that's happening. But he's still not entirely rational because he yelps and starts pushing the flaming logs off of the cart to help Bob… and they fall in the street and go rolling into people's vehicles and uh… homes.]

D-don't worry Bob! I won't let it get you!

[onerthes]

Oh good! You can be shocked again! I think my Lance is coming back! ... are you blushing? I can't tell just yet.

[Damnit, she was keeping her eyes closed. Thankfully those logs weren't going to cause tooo much damage. Hopefully. Probably. It'd be fine. All they had to do was get away from anymore of those blasted mushrooms.]