bravenewworld | Descent into Darkness

Descent into Darkness

As the characters arrive, they will find what appears to be a rather deep cavern. Upon entering, the caverns are quite narrow, with twists and turns everywhere and different tunnels that all seem to be interconnected. As characters travel deeper within the caverns, reality around them will start to warp, they will start to see and hear things that aren’t necessarily there - images of old enemies, past failures, voices of condemnation, visions that strike at the soul and core of the characters. Once this begins, it will only increase in power and volume, demanding it be confronted, lest they be trapped within these caves forever.

[OOC: This event will run for a week. All characters who enter the caves will be subject to some of their deepest fears, darkest demons, and most abject failures. To overcome them, characters must help each other out, finding their purpose through strength of character and resolve to move forward. In general, these visions should require characters to come to grips with themselves. Illusory images and voices can and will appear and can take any number of forms, depending on what is most appropriate to a character. Additionally, characters may thread with each other and are encouraged to help each other out to overcome these personal demons. For those who wish to take part, they are able and encouraged to narrate their own personal demons, which will be on display for everyone who enters their thread. IC threads may be made in this post.]

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For a reason...I can believe that. Do you suppose it's the gods' doing?

[She could believe in the gods testing her. Or trying to help. Whether she was human or Pokémon, they'd have an interest, certainly.]

[Isabela breaks into her usual grin, the area fading entirely back into a normal, if still ridiculously dark, cave.]

Well of course, but come on, even five seconds of watching her trying to process it will be hilarious.

Who else could it be? If not the gods, then who? I'm not sure there's a human capable of it.

[Yuuna smiles halfheartedly.]

Maybe so.

[A sigh.]

And then "Oh...Isabela, that's not very nice...playing games like that."

But that's why I love her.

[Saber nods again, and looks to the hill at the center of this mess again.]

I'm most likely meant to go up there, then.

Probably.

D'you...want company?

[Right looks thoughtful for a few moments.]

Well, I don't doubt that first part - bet you're really strong already. But how are you gonna do the latter?

"W-What?!" Yukiko's eyes go wide as she looks around the auditorium, confused and unsure. Her shadow blissfully remains silent. For now, anyway.

"Where are we? Why...are you afraid of something like this?"

"Useful? Like what??" The shadow sneers again, reaching up a hand laced with coruscating blue fire. There's a cruelty to it, a certainty and surety of purpose in her eyes as she glowers at Rincewind. This woman is a killer, no doubt about it. "Like telling you all about how I want to protect the world? Because I don't. That's not me, not anymore."

Her hand draws back, readying itself to take a heavy punch at the forgetful Magi.

"Don't...Don't you do it!"

The shadow doesn't reply, save for with a peal of dark, malicious laughter...and the obligatory fist flying right at Rincewind. A fist that seems to falter...accompanied by a loud crack as the real Yuuna slams a boot into her knee.

"I said don't!"

Dear...

[Rei smiles gently, leaning in closer.]

You don't have to know a way. You just do things. You act as the spirits, the gods, and as your beliefs guide you. You have a path you can forge on your own. That's what I do. We don't have any guidelines in my faith. We just have...faith?

[Rei nods, and immediately begins siphoning the heat out of the cracks, her own pyrokinetic abilities shunting it away. It may not help entirely, but it's got to do something...

And Ariel and all the rest? FIRE AWAYYYYY!]

You idiot!

[Waver hissed out the words, scrambling to grab Jack's arm and pull him away before anything could happen. Why, oh why all of this was happening was beyond him-- but, he wasn't at a point where he was willing to pick a fight with one of the senior lecturers in the academy right yet.

The apparition seemed to chuckle in amusement, as if he were watching children play.]

"It's all a matter of perspective, Homunculus. And your's bears no consequence here."

I think this cave is borrowing things from us, [he muttered quietly,] and it has finite limits. I....well, I've never seen that man fight.

[He shrugged, almost disappointed that he didn't have a chance to say his piece-- but, he had found something better. A friend, and the understanding that he wasn't making a bad choice in his decision to come to Union.]

....there's no guarantee we're going to find anything down here, Saber. Maybe we should try to find our way to the surface again?

Rincewind was already scurrying, thrown into a backpedal from the crackling fist. He overbalanced and fell, landing butt-first in the sand and continuing to crab walk away from the sudden spark of conflict. The Luggage jolts into action, its many legs situating themselves and beginning a slow, menacing creep towards the doppelganger.

[Gordon looks into Cordelia's eyes, watching her.]

Can you hold it together? This... This isn't really happening, and it wouldn't be your fault anyway.

[ Rincewind was lost. He had been for a couple hours. Anxiety settled neatly in the pit of his stomach. He kept up a mild jog, eyes squinting into the ink-stained darkness. Every sound ricocheting magnificently off stone formations and cavernous walls. With every step, a cloud of dust rose. He hadn't recognized it at first, too bewildered to even consider the idea, but there it was, floating resolutely in the hollows of his memory. ]

[ This was one of the libraries of Sanctuary. He'd know the heavy, dust-laden smell from anywhere. The air tasted of magic and weighed with centuries of heavy-bounded knowledge. A palpable silence, so familiar he could close his eyes and remember the feel, draped over him and hushed every step into a whisper. ]

[ He passed through aisle after aisle, drawn to a flickering light and two shadows dancing in its cool glow. ]

[ He drifted close enough to hear and nearly walked right into a bookcase when the sever tone of voice sternly slapped him upside the head. Rincewind was from a Magi family. He hadn't ascended the echelons of society himself, but he knew well enough who to avoid and who was safe. The man scolding Waver now was one of the ones he did his damnedest to avoid, but it might be too late to turn around. ]

[Gordon frowns, heading for the door that marks the exit from the roof. He opens it up and steps through, even as his younger self rises from his seated position, walking towards the blonde woman. The tense sound is undeniable now, a constant tone right at the edge of hearing, Rex whining at the pain of it.]

What was it for you? Past failings?

[That's what this all is to Gordon, as he throws the door open, just in time for the younger man to embrace the blonde. If Waver lingers, he'll see something truly private. Once through the door, the cave is once again a cave, no sign of having ever been a stairwell. Impossibly, though, there's a door at the end of this particular tunnel.]

Squir!

[Mike the Squirtle runs to the familiar door, no signs of arguments on the other side, looking just as he knows it and as inviting as ever. Going up on Tip-Toe, he turns the knob.]

"Please stop, you're hurting her!" Is what Fuuka wanted to say back. However, she didn't even bother to say anything. Instead, her eyes were glued to the strange new figure that was in front of her.

With bright yellow eyes and a giggle that could be heard, she looked just like Fuuka in every single way. Although, the smirk on her face was telling along with tutu she was wearing.

"After all, that is what you want isn't it? That is really rude though, to think that you want to be the one who crush her into little pieces~!"

[And that was when Fuuka didn't know how to respond back. Instead, she just looked at the ground mumbling to herself]

To be honest, I'm not so sure either. I went in with Yukiko hoping to find the source of the radio signals but...I'm afraid I got lost as a result.

[In other words, this wasn't going to go well, was it?]

[Was...was he talking about her? There was no way that he could see her! ...Could he? At any rate, Fuuka knew she couldn't hide forever and especially not after a conversation like that.

As she slowly emerged out from the shadows, a nervous chuckle escaped through her lips]

I'm sorry, it was rude of me to listen in on this wasn't it? I was worried what might happen if I interrupted this conversation…

[Did he just say what she thought he just say? But that's impossible, how could that be...? As she looked at the body once more, she looked back at the taller stranger.]

T-Then...are you telling me that this body over here is a fake? How can that happen? That can't be a fake, it looks...too real be one!

What's going on...?

[Yup, she can definitely tell that Yukiko would be so disappointed if she found out what Fuuka did just there. Although, if anything, this only proved her parents were right. As she bit her bottom lip to listen to this strange man's words to the young boy, she so desperately wanted to speak up.

But she was just one young woman against someone’s harsh words. What could she do when they didn’t bother to listen? Should she try again and fail or should she just let it be?]

H-How about we can let him visit the library for only 10 minutes? Even if he is someone on the streets, it seems so mean to say that to him when he just wants to learn!

And I don’t see anything wrong with that!

[She’s trying, really!]

[Meanwhile, Fuuka could only walk through the debris as she tried to make her way back home. Of course, the problem was that she didn't know who or exactly what it was just yet. However, just as she finally managed to find someone in all this chaos?]

Is...Is everything okay, sir?

[Stupid question but...]

[At Rincewind's comment regarding ghosts, Gordon looks to the Luggage, considering it for a brief moment, but leaves discussion of it's nature for another time.]

I work with a few ghosts. Not as bad as you'd think.

[Incredulous, he turns back the way Rincewind came, and continues along the path he finds himself on. Shortly after, the voices are back, the woman's voice repeating her complaint with another whiff of perfume.]

The children and I need you, Jim.

[Scowling, the older man glances back towards Rincewind, trudging on. His steps come to a complete stop, however, when the counter argument comes with another, different whiff of perfume and a feminine voice.]

Doesn't she know the city needs you too?

[Gordon glances into the darkness, then back to Fuuka.]

The conversation happened long ago. You aren't interrupting.

[He gives an empty little smirk.]

I'm afraid you're not catching me at my best.

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