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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"...Yes." He closes his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. No, she's right - he can't let it get at him. What kind of leader would he be if he's just going to cower and hide like some kind of child? "I can't just leave. Just... please. be careful."

"You're going to regret this..." A mimic of Sinbad's voice calls out in a sing-song manner.

"Good!" And just like that, the sense of danger emanating from Morgiana faded into nothing. She made a wry face at the mocking sound of the mimic.

"I think it would be good to talk about those visions, but perhaps right this minute would not be the best time. I think someone is trying to distract us."

He nods slowly. "Yeah, they want us to run... no. They'd just make giant monsters and impassable chasms." As they walked, small houses and huts lined near the wall with the shadow of a walled city cast over them - but the scale is off - everything was too big, like they were little children.

"The fact they're showing us this - it must be a test." Sinbad was tensing as giant shadows appeared - it was clear from the body language that he recognized this place. "...No. Not this."

"Please. Tell these men you're wrong, you're not a spy, you're just a merchant that washed up here. I swear he is not an enemy!"

"Badr, you are an idiot. Your brat might've saved my life -"

The young man suddenly jerks as the shadow that seemed to be accuse of a spy moved behind him. He starts to scramble away, but grows stiff as a blade was pushed into his mouth. He knew it wasn't real, he couldn't actually feel it - but the brain seeing the shape of it was enough to keep him still for the moment before it's nature really registered.

"Now let me go or I will kill him."

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Morgiana froze. This situation struck a nerve. She looked away, screwing her eyes shut and muttering "It's not real it's not real it's not real" under her breath over and over.

Sinbad, for the moment, was on his own as his friend battled with her own bad memories.

He scrunches up his face. It's just a fake, it's not real, he doesn't have to fear it cutting him - that's what he keeps trying to remind himself.

A woman screamed for help, but the growing crowd of shadows made no move to stop what looked to be a hostage situation, some even started to turn their backs, leaving the looming form behind Sinbad, and the man leaning on a crutch in front of him.

A flash of motion, and the hostage-taker collapsed, and the other man was dragged away by what looked to be guards as a shadowy blade clattering on the ground.

"Why...? He told me stories... He was nice to me - he said he liked us. Why did he...." A child's voice whimpered. "Why does daddy have to go away?"

"Why..."

As it all started to fade away, Morgiana felt only shame. Even if neither of them had been in real danger, she had let her past stop her from acting. And now Sinbad had relived something that had clearly be traumatic enough the first time. After a moment, she turned back to face him, then bowed.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Sin. That was terrible, and I did not support you at all."

He shudders, his tail curling around him as he kneels, not immediately responding to what she's saying, hands clamped over his ears as he buries his face against his knees, just almost unearthly quiet.

After a moment of silence, Morgiana sat down next to Sinbad. She didn't say anything, she just sat close enough that he would be able to tell she was there.

Some people cry pretty - Sinbad is not one of them, what with the hiccuping and gasping as he suddenly threw his arms around Morgiana, burying his face against her shoulders.

"My fault...." His voice hitches. "It's my fault."

"It might be. It might not be. I don't know enough to say. But either way, it is in the past. It can only hurt you as much as you let it."

Let's see, what was it boys liked? If her observations were correct, the proper thing to do would be to not acknowledge that he had cried at all and let him recollect himself so that he could save face. She just sat there and let him get it all out.

Descent into Darkness

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