THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

[mind_blown]

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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RULES AND SETUP

[idolpro]

Your goal is to remove the corruption. Your characters will ICly know that the goal is to remove the corruption via the immediate, continuous feeling that something is not right. They will have a vision of their vision being overtaken by flowers, and their senses and feelings folding into a heightened feeling of rage.
If you get a mysterious text, or just know, both are valid.

Make sure your character stat sheet is up to date, and reply with a link to it in this comment.

Then, reference this sheet for the types of rolls that might be asked of you.

If the roll uses a stat that was not on your sheet, don’t worry, I will tell you what to use instead depending on the tenor of the roll. For instance, Manipulate Someone may use Sharp or Tough instead of Charm. And you may want to Manipulate Someone… just saying!

However, my main goal is to have fun. So, per that goal:

1) We will use dice to institute some randomness.
1a) But within reason, I will completely forgo dice if it hurts fun and it's for a one off instance. For instance, if you don't want to be wrecked by the heart... don't do stuff that would reasonably lead to that. I will only allow some getting out of consequences.
2) I will do a hard stop at 5 hours from start.
2a) But once we've had our break from the game, I will continue to backtag. But for my sanity, and for your ability to focus on other hearts, I will be sticking to a 5 hour window of undivided attention.
3) HAVE FUN. I will TRY to make sure I catch TWs as they pop up. If I don't, please ping me before you reply so I can edit the subject. Mea culpa, I'm human.

Re: RULES AND SETUP

[iamverybadass]

Talon

Re: RULES AND SETUP

[vitainmorte]

cypress

Re: RULES AND SETUP

[softlyfalling]

Shrike

Re: RULES AND SETUP

[soulcarve]

kiri hellfire

Re: RULES AND SETUP

[gigadevilbreaker]

Nero

... START

[idolpro]

You're certain you were dead. The feeling is possibly familiar to you, as formally still lungs inhale a desperate gasp of air. But there's something unsettling about this compared to the times you've revived in the past. You get the sense that just moments ago, you were nothing. The essence known as "you" definitely did not exist, with an air of finality.

You open your eyes as panic overtakes you at that thought, that you were nothing. That you had left so much potential behind. That-- it's dark? And you are certainly in a cramped space, aren't you. As you start to move, you feel the vestiges of rigor mortis. It's difficult, even painful to move your limbs. You feel phantom injuries and unhealed wounds.

But it is dark, and so you can't see them. There is plush silk surrounding your body, and as your hands move, you quickly realize where you are.

You are in your own coffin. And the air-- there's only so much of it, isn't there?

1/? (in thread)

[softlyfalling]

[ hm

like, is being nothing a thing to panic over because— ]

[iamverybadass]

[ nnnnno no no no NO NO HE DOES NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL

He immediately twists around, trying to contort himself so he can fold his knees up toward his chest and kick at the "ceiling" of the coffin ]

Re: ... START

[soulcarve]

[ all of this is wrong.



not the being nothing part. that's fine.



the stiffness of her body, of having been dead and not shattered, dead like a human way of dying, air in her lungs and needing it.
it's wrong wrong wrong wrong; it's a lie—

(anyway: she flails.) ]

[vitainmorte]

[ ah,

Only carefully stretches, and after the initial moment of panic, regulates her breathing, feeling all around her for openings or seams. ]

Re: ... START

[gigadevilbreaker]

Wh... at the hell?

[Nero thumps his fist against the lid of the coffin, trying to tell how much give there is on the other side]

GOTHAM

[idolpro]

You find yourself staring up at a dark city from an alleyway you don't entirely remember entering. Several things overwhelm your senses at once. The sounds are vibrant. If you've never had the chance to experience a major city's ambiance, well here this one is. From passing cars, you might hear blaring songs with bass that overwhelms the actual movement. Or the shake of an overpowered motorcycle. In the distance you can hear the wail of sirens.

And around you, you can hear people. The sounds of them living-- at least what would be typical of living at night, perhaps on a weekend.

The smells are just as overwhelming. Right now, being in an alleyway, you get the distinct, displeasurable smell of garbage, mold, and probably a few other things. Make sure to avoid any unknown puddles-- it doesn't look like it's rained recently.

The lighting is dim from this vantage point, but on the street, it's brighter. You can head back further into the alleyway, if you would really like, retracing the steps you don't remember taking... Or move forward to the main street and try to get a sense of where you are.

Re: GOTHAM

[iamverybadass]

[ He hesitates briefly in the alley before turning to head out onto the main street. Can't decide where to go if he doesn't know where he is yet. ]

death

[idolpro]

This place feels… heavy. It’s hard to breathe here, and you can’t quite place why. At least not at first. But as you look at the dusty, sanded warehouse blend seamlessly into a dilapidated house, connected via walkway to a flashy hotel, it starts to hit you. You are terrified. So terrified, that you can’t even entirely separate the feeling from your confusion. Your chest is tight, constricted, and you feel every muscle in your body on a hair trigger.

It would take everything in you to not panic at the drop of a hat, given any shock what-so-ever. There is nothing in this place that you can anchor to that would make you feel safe.

You can turn around, and head into the darkness. Or you can look ahead and see a pit-- you can’t see the bottom. But there’s a terrifying urge to jump. You can hear the sound of unhinged laughing grow, the longer you stare at that pit.

Re: death

[soulcarve]

[ She lets the fear sit in her; lets it settle like a scar. It's not so bad, that it hurts, or that she's afraid, or that it's dangerous.
It's like the thrill of battle, right? It's like the memory-that-isn't-a memory of 𝓝innuan.

....But she's alone. That part is awful.
—Unless the laughing means she isn't alone after all? ]

Hello?

Re: death

[gigadevilbreaker]

These are... the places he's died?

[DO NOT LIKE THIS




but like. How many flowers are here.]

Imeeji

[idolpro]

You find yourself in what looks like future is now's main dorm room. It's a perfect replica, nothing seems off... at least not until you find the first signs of wear and tear at the edge. Then it becomes easier to identify hints of BAD END's dark greys where fin's silver usually is. But that's not that surprising, is it?

What is surprising is that there seems to be... a purple flower growing along the walls? As you walk down the hall, it's faint at first. And then the flower grows like a vine. A weed, along the walls, its presence strongest once you get to where Jason's room would be. Which, you realize, you feel like you've walked longer than expected? As though the change had dragged out the length of the hallway. But when you look back, you see-- an even more overtaken room. What had been a perfect replica of fin's main dorm is now almost reminiscent of a garden.

Just this same flower, over, and over again.

Re: Imeeji

[softlyfalling]

[ well

she's been here......... not that many times, but she recognizes it, anyway. but she follows the vines all the way to the common area, and... frowns at it. ]

Is anyone here?

Lazarus Pool - DO NOT COMMENT UNLESS LINKED TO THIS

[idolpro]

When you next can open your eyes, you realize that the loud noise is not just a pounding headache, but your voice screaming in agony long past when your lungs should have given out. Everything tinting your vision is green. As you stand, and air hits your wet, nearly naked body, you finally feel the scream abate and you're able to take a deep breath.

You don't notice it, but your mind races so fast. You can't actively keep up with every little impulse bombarding your senses. And you realize, as you stare up at a woman with long, dark hair, you are angry. And she, for a brief moment, is scared of you. But the moment passes, and she stays rooted in her spot, just outside of the pool of green water you find yourself in.

You are angry. You are confused. Your mind is so loud, but you don't notice anything off. It's just always been like this. You have always thought fast and desperate, tinged with anger, with a subtle desire to destroy it all.

Re: Lazarus Pool - DO NOT COMMENT UNLESS LINKED TO THIS

[soulcarve]

[ Well yeah, that's true.

She was forged out of rage. It courses through every crack of her. The anger of the nobles of Ninnuan, but it is the one thing she has always, always had, so it might as well be called hers too.

Khrysaor, Temptation of Angels, looks up at the woman, and the feelings in her do not bother her. They simply are. ]

.........Hello. Am I here to cut?

Arkham Asylum

[idolpro]

As you move back, the scenery shifts again without you even realizing that it has shifted. You don’t exactly know where you are, except that it looks and feels sterilized. Overly clean. And yet, there’s that faint grunge that lets you know this place it tainted. As if on cue, you hear a manic giggling from around you, but it’s hard to pinpoint where it’s come from.

But strangely… you see a flower starting to bloom amongst the cracks of this place. It’s a lovely flash of yellow amongst the drab, sterile browns and whites of the hallways.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

As you look on, you can see a room, and the laughing seems to draw… closer? It sets your teeth on edge, the more you hear it.

Re: Arkham Asylum

[iamverybadass]

[ The giggling sets him on edge even if he can't remember exactly why. It's ominous enough on its own ]

Talking isn't high on my list of objectives today.

[ Is there any way to move...away from the laughing... Regardless of if there is or not, Talon's eying the flowers to see if they seem to be more clustered in any specific location ]

The Hotel

[idolpro]

It's almost an exact replica of what the actual hotel looks like. Except covered in flowers. They've grown progressively larger, and are starting to block out the light, giving the main room an eerie sort of glow.

There's a path, but narrow.

And with the way the vines are growing, you think if you go this way, you may not be able to make it back the same way.

Re: The Hotel

[softlyfalling]

[ following Cypress—

mmmm, yeah that seems bad. ]

Well—I have no idea what to do about this but go inside.

GOTHAM ...?

[idolpro]

You find yourself on the street of a city. Its sounds and sights are everywhere! If you've ever wondered what a real modern city might sound like, this is it. The street is relatively well lit, though there aren't many people out at this time of night. And there's an instinct in you that recognizes you should definitely stay away from some of them. You hear a cop car in the distance, but it quickly fades.

Otherwise, it's late at night, and while there are some lights on in the apartments over the street, the primary source of light is the street lamps. You sort of smell someone's dinner, but it's faded, and mostly overwhelmed by the smell of a recent rain. If you look behind you, you see yourself at the entrance of a... school? "Ma Gunn's School for Wayward Children."

You could go in there, or you could turn in either direction on the street.

Re: GOTHAM ...?

[soulcarve]

[ ...weird.

Well, school seems boring—she's pretty sure there's no warriors, much less any war, there at all. Obviously a waste of time!!

So she heads down the street, picking a direction essentially at random. How about... down the street to the right. ]

THE BATCAVE

[idolpro]

The area you’ve found yourself in managed, somehow, to shift from a city street to-- an underground cave? But the scale of it is massive. There are so many things here, from a giant penny, to a T-Rex. As you look around, you realize you can descend lower, to a platform at the bottom of the cave, where there are large computer monitors staring back at you.

There’s so much information there. You can see one person with their back to you, working diligently on the computer monitors-- which flash images from various places. Some of them you recognize in Tokyo-F, but some you don’t. You also get the sense that there are other figures operating in this room, but their visages are half formed and there’s only a vague impression that “someone else is here.”

You can go down, go up, or return the way you came.

Re: THE BATCAVE

[iamverybadass]

[ Ah...Jason's version of the cave. He's not sure how long he wants to spend here; it's feeling more invasive the further he goes. Still...the idea of leaving corruption behind feels even worse.

He glances uncertainly at the young Jason before taking a step towards the figure at the computer, offering a chance to stop him if he'd rather avoid the big bat ]