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idharlotry) wrote2020-05-09 02:15 pm
idharlotry) wrote2020-05-09 02:15 pm
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[ The world that Maki steps into is that of dazzling backlight against rugged stone, modern casino flashiness clashing with nature. On one end, the cave tapers to a close, reef-like structures of light hanging from the ceiling. The furniture is comfy, looking as if made of entirely nothing but slaughtered lambs - look in just the wrong way and you can even still see the blood.
On the other end is a bar, the ocean's bottom held back by a pane of glass. The bartender - half-man, half-goat - cleans a glass.
Don't stare too hard at anything here; focusing on any one object for too long results in seeing the world in 3D overlay: the past and present collide, blood spilling from the goatman and bullets and broken earth fill your periphery, the sound of screaming - the sound of lambs bleating. All in all, it's more than enough grounds to create a headache, but if that wasn't enough, the overlay breaks the glass and floods the whole cave - sometimes, it feels as if you can't breathe. Sometimes, it looks as if you've sunk into the darkest parts of the ocean, bioluminescent lights bright all around you.
Off to the side is a piano table with bar stools, broken and repaired and bloody and not. Lilith is seated on one of the stools, nursing a drink. Wrapped in and out of her dress is a yellow bellied sea snake.
There's no body present for Doodle, but what Maki does manage to bring - his soul, which really just looks like ghostly bodyparts in slightly bigger sizes than "actually just digested meat" - starts to weigh heavier, the "skin" burbling like it's trying to re-shape itself but it doesn't know how yet to look. ]
On the other end is a bar, the ocean's bottom held back by a pane of glass. The bartender - half-man, half-goat - cleans a glass.
Don't stare too hard at anything here; focusing on any one object for too long results in seeing the world in 3D overlay: the past and present collide, blood spilling from the goatman and bullets and broken earth fill your periphery, the sound of screaming - the sound of lambs bleating. All in all, it's more than enough grounds to create a headache, but if that wasn't enough, the overlay breaks the glass and floods the whole cave - sometimes, it feels as if you can't breathe. Sometimes, it looks as if you've sunk into the darkest parts of the ocean, bioluminescent lights bright all around you.
Off to the side is a piano table with bar stools, broken and repaired and bloody and not. Lilith is seated on one of the stools, nursing a drink. Wrapped in and out of her dress is a yellow bellied sea snake.
There's no body present for Doodle, but what Maki does manage to bring - his soul, which really just looks like ghostly bodyparts in slightly bigger sizes than "actually just digested meat" - starts to weigh heavier, the "skin" burbling like it's trying to re-shape itself but it doesn't know how yet to look. ]
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It hasn't been any time so far, but. You never know.
Once they start moving, she deposits the bodyparts on the floor, with a bit more care than she might.]
...I brought you one.
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[ The woman looks over the bodyparts as though unimpressed, ]
One bag of bird feed for my children?
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[sighs]
I'd appreciate it if you could put him back together.
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Who did this?
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[ with a wave of her hand ]
You may go. If you find out who it was—give them my compliments.
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[dry.]
...Will it take long? People will probably be worried about him.
[read: she is worried about him]
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This is a tricky one. You could take this thing back now, but it wouldn't be your [REDACTED].
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...Is that because of the amount of damage? Or because of what he is?
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He's... his own person, though. Now.
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DOODLE
As you're recreated, you can see it:
Finally, finally, you can feel the hard flooring dispelling that horrid nightmare of yours.
Just where are you. . . ? ]
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but he doesn't want it. it's not fair, it's not fair that he's being stripped of the humanity he's put together for himself once more. it's not fair that he has to be a demon when he never got to really live as a human. it's not fair that he has to lose his form and be nothing again.
so as his body reforms he claws at the stony floor around him, desperately struggling against the will of the world for the chance to keep being himself for just a second longer -
and when the nightmare fades he's left gasping, eyes wide and barely able to comprehend his surroundings]
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Welcome back, dear.
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Who the fuck are you.
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How rude.
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Oh. Oh, right. I died.
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Returned to the earth, as it were. Drink?
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Sure, I'll have a drink. What's the worst that could happen, right?
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[ The bartender starts on a glass and she indicates for him to get up while she takes a sip of her own drink. ]
Now tell me: just how did this happen to you, dear?
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I got eaten by a crocodile.
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[ the drink given to him is "muddy", a chocolate drink with mint leaves at the top and chocolate biscuits to look like sticks and leaves in the "mud". it's cute ]
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[tastes the drink :9]
Hey, this is pretty good.
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[ the more he drinks the more it feels like Vengeance and Murder and Killing but he is already pretty accustomed to that so ]
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Maybe I'll have to swing by more often.
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Besides, I can always use you as fertilizer.
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Anything left to say, [REDACTED]?
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1/3
[ She stretches her hand out—the last thing Doodle will see are the details of shells on her nails— ]
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You are bodiless, mindless—unable to feel anything or do anything—but you have one scrap of consciousness left. Just enough to know who you are—just enough to remember your desire.
The night ends, and the day begins. The day ends, and the night begins. So goes life, and you are trapped there, seeing the grass grow, the people you knew continue to do everything you can't do anymore: walk, talk, eat, sleep, breathe, exist—and this goes on endlessly. Time moves too slowly and too quickly—the days are uncountable but every moment feels stretched out and exhaustive, painfully slow.
As life goes on, you can only simmer in your one thought, and the growing jealousy accompanying it:
I want to live. ]
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