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genessia2015-04-03 01:30 pm
koishi_komeiji) wrote in genessia2015-04-03 01:30 pm
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[Action/Memory Event] A Silence So Deep...
WHO: Koishi and Anyone
WHAT: Koishi's Memory
WHERE: The Bay, Nova City
WHEN: April 2nd
WARNING!: Blood, dark themes, self-harm, extremely graphic, feels
Lights. There were lights in the water. Swimming. Dipping. weaving... She had to catch one. No easy feat considering how quick they were. She had been heading over to Satsuki's apartment, even getting changed into her uniform to do so. They were going to practice with Satsuki's flight pin but obviously something so new and interesting took priority.
Eventually she had one cornered, gently reaching down and scooping it up along with a great deal of water. Sitting down at the edge, bare feet in the bay, she examined it. Gradually the water drained out between her fingers, the mote of light touching her hand for a moment before dissolving into nothing.
***
"... He walked his path with eyes closed, unable to see the road ahead. He tumbled down into the pit, the worms bored into him, feasting until only a husk remained. His family took the body home and grieved for the mind they would never hear again."
~Unknown
Pain. A sharp vice-like ache that began above her left temple and lanced back over her head, pooling at the top of her spine and spreading around, cutting through flesh and bone and clawing its way up to her crown. It had been getting progressively worse over the week, changing now very suddenly. It was swelling up forcing its way through the precious artery on her left side, trickling down to flood her third eye.
She could hear them now. Like a rising tide, the voices of a thousand minds, the ones she had turned from, beating her down ceaselessly, their psychic presence overwhelming her own.
Her mind was boiling.
Her own cries struggling to be heard over the mental din, she clutched the delicate eye to her chest, turning it. forcing the lids apart. The glow was gone, pupil twitching, sclera red, bloodshot, and swollen. She held it like that, waiting, praying, but it wasn't helping.
Nothing was helping.
Stumbling forward, she heaved, tasting bile. The tile of the kitchen swimming into focus. Each step echoed through her bones as the pain spread, trickling slowly down her spine. She groped along the counter, blind, fingers curling around the handle of a chopping knife. Yanking it free from its wooden stand, steel clattered across the counter as she drew it to the sealed eye. The back edge of the blade caught on the lens nearly displacing it as she pulled hard, a new, physical pain driving itself up the connection into her head.
It didn't stop. She brought the knife down again, point first, her wrist catching on something. A voice was shouting her name, pulling her. It tried to wrench the knife from her grasp. She struggled and fought but the weapon was pulled from her, screaming, thrashing, trying to free her wrists as she was wrestled to the ground and restrained.
An unpleasant numbness was creeping up from deep in the base of her skull. A hole into which her mind was slipping.
Panic became desperation, kicking, wrenching her wrists free from the hands that held them. She ripped at her hair, her hand closing around something above her left temple. A hard pull, a deep sensation as something was uprooted. Pain blossomed in her mind, burning away the numbness, all sensation. Liquid fire poured from the wound and broken artery, steaming on the frigid tile.
Moments later the pain began to drain, flowing steadily from her mind and eye, down her face, staining her clothes, and pooling beneath her. She quieted, sitting there, her eyes closed, wobbling as a pleasant coolness soothed the mental burns. A clarity filled her, managing a weak smile as her form started to waver, falling back, sinking gratefully into silence and stillness.
***
Koishi stumbled back, eye wide and trembling, staring blindly up. Completely visible, she lay there for some time looking physically ill before she unsteadily climbed to her feet. She turned toward the gate and began walking, flying, racing. Into Genessia and then into Fayren, wiping the moisture from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She was going home to Chireiden. To be with her sister.
WHAT: Koishi's Memory
WHERE: The Bay, Nova City
WHEN: April 2nd
WARNING!: Blood, dark themes, self-harm, extremely graphic, feels
Lights. There were lights in the water. Swimming. Dipping. weaving... She had to catch one. No easy feat considering how quick they were. She had been heading over to Satsuki's apartment, even getting changed into her uniform to do so. They were going to practice with Satsuki's flight pin but obviously something so new and interesting took priority.
Eventually she had one cornered, gently reaching down and scooping it up along with a great deal of water. Sitting down at the edge, bare feet in the bay, she examined it. Gradually the water drained out between her fingers, the mote of light touching her hand for a moment before dissolving into nothing.
***
"... He walked his path with eyes closed, unable to see the road ahead. He tumbled down into the pit, the worms bored into him, feasting until only a husk remained. His family took the body home and grieved for the mind they would never hear again."
~Unknown
Pain. A sharp vice-like ache that began above her left temple and lanced back over her head, pooling at the top of her spine and spreading around, cutting through flesh and bone and clawing its way up to her crown. It had been getting progressively worse over the week, changing now very suddenly. It was swelling up forcing its way through the precious artery on her left side, trickling down to flood her third eye.
She could hear them now. Like a rising tide, the voices of a thousand minds, the ones she had turned from, beating her down ceaselessly, their psychic presence overwhelming her own.
Her mind was boiling.
Her own cries struggling to be heard over the mental din, she clutched the delicate eye to her chest, turning it. forcing the lids apart. The glow was gone, pupil twitching, sclera red, bloodshot, and swollen. She held it like that, waiting, praying, but it wasn't helping.
Nothing was helping.
Stumbling forward, she heaved, tasting bile. The tile of the kitchen swimming into focus. Each step echoed through her bones as the pain spread, trickling slowly down her spine. She groped along the counter, blind, fingers curling around the handle of a chopping knife. Yanking it free from its wooden stand, steel clattered across the counter as she drew it to the sealed eye. The back edge of the blade caught on the lens nearly displacing it as she pulled hard, a new, physical pain driving itself up the connection into her head.
It didn't stop. She brought the knife down again, point first, her wrist catching on something. A voice was shouting her name, pulling her. It tried to wrench the knife from her grasp. She struggled and fought but the weapon was pulled from her, screaming, thrashing, trying to free her wrists as she was wrestled to the ground and restrained.
An unpleasant numbness was creeping up from deep in the base of her skull. A hole into which her mind was slipping.
Panic became desperation, kicking, wrenching her wrists free from the hands that held them. She ripped at her hair, her hand closing around something above her left temple. A hard pull, a deep sensation as something was uprooted. Pain blossomed in her mind, burning away the numbness, all sensation. Liquid fire poured from the wound and broken artery, steaming on the frigid tile.
Moments later the pain began to drain, flowing steadily from her mind and eye, down her face, staining her clothes, and pooling beneath her. She quieted, sitting there, her eyes closed, wobbling as a pleasant coolness soothed the mental burns. A clarity filled her, managing a weak smile as her form started to waver, falling back, sinking gratefully into silence and stillness.
***
Koishi stumbled back, eye wide and trembling, staring blindly up. Completely visible, she lay there for some time looking physically ill before she unsteadily climbed to her feet. She turned toward the gate and began walking, flying, racing. Into Genessia and then into Fayren, wiping the moisture from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She was going home to Chireiden. To be with her sister.
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Her eye was wide open, unnaturally so, the edges cracked and bleeding some, not used to being stretched so far. The surface was milky white, an especially opaque line drawn horizontally through the lens.
"Y-Yes. Hi Miss. That's my name!" She sounded... Really clear and direct, her voice straining to keep that cheerful tone. "I keep forgetting... There are a lot of you with rope-belts now huh? I-" Pause. "I'm not used to seeing people fly around here..."
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If Petra was very worried about Koishi before that reaction and all those words, they sure made her much, much more worried about her. This really wasn't the place for hugs, she kind of wished they had been on the ground for that one, but Petra reached out her left arm anyway. "Hey..." She almost pulled it back, wondered if it was even a good idea when someone, who wasn't even a human seemed to be so... so... She didn't even know what to call it. "That's right, there are many of us now, though we all don't have these. I'm still not used to seeing real flying either... Where are you going?" She sounded more and more worried but still calm.
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"It's okay. Not many people can fly here it seems..." Her third eye was shaking, open wide, blood still dripping from the corners. "I was going home. Sis is there and I wanted to spend some time with her..." All traces of her cheerful tone were pretty much gone. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve again, sniffing.
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Or spend a long time trying to, anyway. They were too quick for him. He got an idea. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a bowl, a rod, and some duct tape. A few minutes work produced a solid net, from which he hoped to surprise the nervous fireflies. To his delight, they didn't seem to mind nonliving material, which provided the necessary reach. That or he just got lucky. Either way, he looked on, satisfied, at his catch. He reached in, and gasped when the lights swarmed on his hand, swarmed his vision, swarmed his consciousness...
***
"...if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell."
~Matthew 5:29, KJV
His vision cleared, and he looked with a start to find that he was on hands and knees, on a kitchen floor. And much shorter than he remembered. And with another eye? Did the starlight transform him into something else?
Amidst his panic, he began to piece together that he was...Koishi? That bubbly fairy he'd met at the party? The green hair hanging from his cheek made it likely. Then he noticed that he couldn't move; nay, that he was numb. He could not feel the cold tile beneath her, and could not control her. He was a helpless passenger. His eyes were working fine, at any rate, though what they saw was a dream-like haze. But of all his senses, the one that had not been dulled a wit was his heart; her passions laid naked to him, even eclipsing his own, so that his terror at being transported into a nightmare was gradually replaced, by what he could only guess to be her panic.
Physically, nothing seemed to be happening to her. He was looking out from the vantage point of her face, and so could not read what emotions were on display. But he could guess. Something seemed to be troubling her immensely. Fear, weariness, and desperation waxed and waned in her heart, each driving the other to a pitch. He saw sickness expelled, and guessed that she was in the throes of some violent illness.
And then, amplified by intensity, his heart came round to something that was too familiar. A fear that made fear; a pain that squeezed you to a bottleneck, compelling you to do violence to yourself to escape a steadily worse fate. He wondered if giving birth were like that, telling a mother to push even in the midst of suffering Eve's curse.
But it was more morbid than that. His (her) hands held an eye, that monstrous appendage. The way his heart stirred, the mixture of familiarity, regret, and frenzy, suggested that this, somehow, was the cause of the trouble. His mind raced: this must be what she meant, around Christmas. The third eye that tormented her so. Hesitation revealed itself, before being thrust aside by savage necessity. The blade came down.
And then, fear became wilder. The first was not enough. The courage worked up to do the deed can be summoned easily enough, if it has to do but one visceral act. But in its haste it fell short of the mark, and it now had to be summoned again, to attempt the work a second time. Despair roiled in him; how many more? Could it not be over and done with, like a shot, or the squeeze of trigger?
No. Another attempt must be made, however brutal. But she was arrested; a party had caught her too late, and he felt too mad to care for their identity. The job must be done, however well-meaning the interloper! He felt animal passion: struggle, violence. He saw her hand go up to the place of her pain, and wrench. He felt the panic climax, and then subside.
Liquid violence pooled around him, and the fear was replaced with a weary clarity. Refuge was finally, finally granted. Even her assailant seemed to ease up, forced into a respect to the quiet that contrasted from the awful fear moments before.
***
Ted's eyes snapped open, breathing heavily. That was hell. Deep breaths; ten of them, at least. He tried to right himself, then stumbled, going into the water. That brought him back to speed. He spluttered, then looked to see that the star was gone.
No, not gone. It was the nearest one to him, judging by the length of its siblings and the distance from his hand. Mind reeling, he gathered what sense he could, and struggled out of his fatigue to capture it again. Again, he succeeded.
He breathed again, looking at the mote of light with fear, awe, and loathing. How had it done this? Why?
His questions soared, and perplexity was eventually repelled by its enemy, purpose. He knew that Koishi must know what had happened. Or did she already? What mystical effect did this mystery have on her, if anything?
It's no use. Duty first. The questions, if they survived, must come later.