bravenewworld | 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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"I do." She says slowly, beginning to nod her head. An illusion. A fake. What she saw before her was not real. Robin, her cousins, the others; they were all right. If this Yuuna could be trusted.

Her hand felt firm on her shoulder, and Cordelia reached for it slowly, taking a deep breath. "I do remember."

"Good," Yuuna replied, reaching out with her other hand to touch one of the bodies, just to be sure. Cold. Completely so. That meant something, quite a lot of something.

"Dead for hours. And that doesn't add up since we just saw some of them. Definitely a trick. But who's doing it, is the question. and why?"

Cordelia took another deep, marked breath. She nods decisively, watching Yuuna's actions as she examines one of the illusionary bodies. "The gods, perhaps?" Her voice was still shaky.

Frowning deeply, the woman averted her eyes. "I'm sorry, I lost myself for a moment."

"The gods, perhaps. I've been confronted with this before, though. When we were in the Dream World, I fought a twisted version of myself. IT was the same here. I doubt Darkrai would bother a second time."

Which meant, maybe it was something else?

"And hey, it's okay. You missed me in my nightmare, I was way, way worse."

"It's inexcusable." She answers, plainly, harshly at herself. Taking a moment to step back, however, Cordelia sighs gently, turning away from the scene. She didn't want to look at it; it turned her stomach.

"I've lost comrades before. This... this was not something I wanted to see again."

“Nobody wants to see that,” Yuuna replies smoothly, releasing Cordelia’s shoulder. She understood that, she’d lost friends too. She wasn’t any sort of veteran soldier, but she definitely understood loss. It’d been only a year since she joined the Rangers, but she’d definitely seen her fair share of people who’d simply vanished. Or worse, in the case of Takeshi and Martin. Those two were outliers, of course, but those two were also among the less fortunate. Blue, Green, Red, Goku, Hawke and others? Well, they may be missing, but they weren’t dead or altered yet, as far as she could tell. Schrödinger’s Purrloin and all that.

“Sometimes it happens though, and there’s no stopping it. But not today. No reason not to be at least a little unnerved. Hell, I’m looking at my own corpse. You think that’s not freaky?” This was how she dealt, she groused and grumbled and poked fun at everything. “It’s okay to let go, y’know. Be bothered by it. “

Cordelia closes her eyes, taking in a deep, sharp breath from her nose. "I hadn't realize that these ghosts still plagued me." She thought that the incident still followed her years later hardly surprised her, but that it forced that sort of response was problematic to say the least. After all the rigorous training she went through, one would think she wouldn't be as affected.

Yuuna's strange sense of humor didn't go completely unappreciated, but Cordelia was never the sort to directly response to it in kind. She nods instead. "I can only imagine. Who or what ever is doing this has a twisted sense of humor."

"Ghosts?" Yuuna has to ask, not taking her eyes off of the redhead. She honestly knew comparatively little about Cordelia, and she'd never thought to really ask about her. She'd pegged her for a career soldier type, dutiful, a little stuffy, with her head secretly in the clouds. This was new, and while she won't pry beyond this, the question does need to be asked.

Cordelia shook her head simply. "It's nothing. I thought I left the past behind, but it seems that whatever is in this cave wishes to remind me of my mistakes." She said, coolly. There was something there in her words, a bit of irritation bubbling. Whatever was out there managed to hit a chord, and the redhead was not at all pleased.

"Then, I guess we should be getting out of here, huh?" Yuuna tries to smile warmly, squeezing Cordelia's shoulder.

"The less time spent in haunted caves, the better."

Descent into Darkness

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