realityshifted | eleventh pact ❖ {my apocalypse}

[Emil (or is it?) appears on the Plane suddenly and without warning, surrounded by four big black wolves. They all have shreds of cloth in their mouths, and Emil's sawlike sword is covered in blood. If he's aware of his surroundings, he doesn't... seem like it.

In fact, he seems anything but lucid.]

I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them kill them kill them kill them KILL THEM kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them I'll kill them I'll kill EVERYTHING because no one NO ONE deserves to live. YOU. You betrayed me. Filthy, worthless humans! Humans, half-elves, all of you are KILLING THIS PLANET like you killed my tree and I'll make you PAY for hurting me. They hurt me. They HURT ME.

[And then, just as suddenly, he's cringing.]

It hurts it hurts everything hurts she's dead I'm dead I'm not alive I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying nothing is worth it everything is ending MAKE IT STOP!

[Suddenly, he gains a seething black aura that can be seen as much as felt-- pure power, hatred, and darkness. Oh, the darkness. It's his native element and it's expressed as much now as ever.]

[ooc: PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING. People who comment to this post have a HIGH RISK of being hurt and/or killed. EMIL HAS LOST HIS MARBLES BECAUSE OF CRANE.

Damage Control: How much do you want your character beat up? Please leave me an OOC note in your tag. I can accommodate. However, if you decide to have your character killed, please fill out this form and have it approved BEFORE it happens.

Emil should be able to survive this encounter, seeing as he's a huge godmod (and some plot stuff needs to go down) so I'd rather not kill him off here. Revenge can come later. You can ping me on AIM as heroic BSOD if you want to talk things over.

Happy holiday massacre, guys!]

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[he'll increase it, and will carefully try to prod through his mind, see if he can find where the damage in Emil's mind is]

[The damage? It's everywhere. But mostly it's rooted in fear, a telltale sign. Terror has driven him mad. The remains of a huge mental barrier are shattered, pieces everywhere, while a strange blueish energy sleeps through all the chaos.

Green fights with red, reminiscent of Emil's eye color. If the green is love, the red is hatred, and it's mixing... mixing...]

Emil, I can't fix this alone. I need your help.

[tries to put up temporary blocks on the fear to help him focus on healing himself]

[Mm. It works. He doesn't want to be scared anymore, he doesn't. At his name, there's some uncertainty, though... a resounding 'who am I?']

[the Doctor conjures up a memory of Emil introducing himself to him, and the confusion about which Doctor was which that first time they met, and the few things the Doctor does know about him]

How did this happen to you?

[... Ooh. That's familiar. Fuzzy memories. Something like a ripple passes through the space, and the green energy coalesces into a transparent, green-tinted version of Emil. He presses his hands to the memory like a child touching the television screen.]

I don't... remember. No, wait. I remember things I'm not supposed to. Things that happened to someone else.

Why're you supposed to remember them, Emil? Hmm? Who told you that you had to?

[while the Doctor can't recreate the broken pieces of his memory, he can help reinforce them, which he'll try to do, try to hold them in place so Emil can pull more of himself together]

He said... there's someone else here. Someone else I don't know.

[Oh, Ten. You don't know what you're dealing with. It's funny, the way his mind is-- the more pieces of memory that are reinforced, the more transparent Emil seems to become.

Or rather... his image seems to blur a bit. Like he wants to split into different people.

What the heck is going on here? :|

Upon closer inspection, his memories seem to be color coded with tints of red, green, or-- very rarely-- blue.]

Oh, Emil. You've had some cowboys in here.

[relaxes the reinforcement and starts clearing up the memories, trying to organize them]

He?

-- What's a cowboy?

[Emil shivers. He knows he's being watched. Both questions forgotten, he turns to look around...

... and a red-tinted version of himself can be seen, reclining against nothingness. He locks eyes with Emil briefly, then looks away.]

Um...

[he considers showing Emil, but decides that'll go a little bit off-topic]

There's more than one you here. Is one of them him? The one who told you that?

[Emil looks back toward the source of the Doctor's voice.]

No. That one... I don't know him very well, but I've met him before. He told me to protect Marta.

[He picks up a photo frame of a memory. It's distorted by emotion, but it depicts a professor-looking sort vaguely recognizable as Crane.]

I went to him to help me protect Marta. Because I'm too scared of fighting, of everything.

[The memory begins to play.

"Sir-- Mr. Crane-- I'd like to start the treatment as soon as possible."]

[the Doctor doesn't know Crane, but he leans over, watching the memory carefully]

What did he say the treatment would do, to help you protect your friend?

[he tries to p[ut protectors around the memory, to help keep it from being so distorted]

[The memory sharpens, brightens up a bit. It's definitely possibly to ID Crane from this memory. He has his eyes closed, though.

"I've come to suspect, Emil, that you are suffering from a mental illness called dissociative identity disorder."]

The treatment was for the memories that aren't mine. [He looks over at the stack of blue-tinged memories, which seem to grow by the moment. Most of them are too dark to decipher. Maybe they're broken.]

I don't remember you having anything like that.

[but the Doctor's not the most observant person in the universe]

Do you know where the memories came from, Emil? The ones that aren't yours?

[That's too bad, actually, considering he's supposed to be protecting it. LMAO]

N... no, I don't. He said they came from another me. Another me I'm not supposed to know.

[The red-tinged Emil in the corner speaks up.]

That's right. We're not supposed to know.

Another you? Like the other Doctor and me?

[to both Emils]

What aren't you supposed to know?

... No. We're in the same body. I thought we were the same person, but...

[Emil gets a little more see-through, and he notices. He gasps. His darker self takes over.]

There's someone else here. Not you, or me, but someone who's been sleeping all this time. And because of what's happening, he's beginning to awaken.

[He lifts his gaze and stares at the Doctor with empty red eyes.]

One of us is going to disappear.

It doesn't have to be like that. You can both function within yourself. Believe me, I've got nine blokes in my head besides myself, and while it's not easy, it's better than sacrificing any of them.

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