Godisnowhere

[tricksterofthelord]

[It started slowly. Faintly. Even almost as a joke... or 602 thought it's a joke.

It apparently wasn't, and he has to realize that when he witnesses the letters born in front of his eyes 'G O D I S N O W H E R E' . The wall of his room's slowly covered by the phrase.

"God Is Now Here" or is it "God Is Nowhere" he can read both everywhere, and he's not sure which one he finds more terrifying.

Terrifying. Yes that's the word. 602 is scared, and it gets worse as he looks around and his room is decorated with dark red letters, repeating the same even darker sentences. 602 tries to keep the unholy scream inside as he hurries to the door to get away, but as he stumbles out the corridor it's covered too. Everything is written on, every surface...

602 lets out a hysteric laugh, but it frees the screaming too. It's not just a simple scream. It's a cry of something ancient in madness, shaking the cheesy pictures of landscapes on the walls, the loose doorknobs, the door frames...

Before he himself knows he's already dashing down the stairs and outside to where there are no walls.]



((OOC: The sentences are visible to others too, but only appear around Gabriel. They could be read either as "God is now here", or "God is nowhere". ))

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[blackstarsenal]

[ Gradually, 208 finds that her unease over plastic snakes is nothing compared to what she can hear and see over what's going on in the bath house...

First she sees the faint sentences "godisnowhere" appear on her walls, followed by the shaking of the décor and the sliding doors and windows, until she realizes, with an deathly chill down her spine, that the clamor comes with an unholy sound. The footsteps dashing down and out startles her, but her senses told her go check -- if something is terrifying this person, then she must deal with whatever it is and help them...

She waits until the the sound dashes past her door before she slides out, chain scythe in hand, ready to attack or defend herself if need be--

But nothing, no one came. She saw nothing but that phrase repeating itself over and over again on the walls. Chain scythe disappearing and turning back into her hair, 208 then decides to follow the dashing footsteps, foregoing the steps and leaping over the banisters where she can. She calls out -- ]

Wait! Wait, hold it!

[tricksterofthelord]

((OOC: Omg, that pic looks so epic, I don't know it's just so cool... /rambling in the very early in the morning--))

[When 602 realizes he's outside, he calms for a moment. But then he remembers THAT and suddenly nothing, absolutely nothing can make this feel better at all.

He spins around sharply, glaring at her with fear and anger.]

Ya're the one behind THAT, missy?!

[Common sense tells it couldn't possible be her, but who listens to common sense when they're scared out of their mind.]

ANSWER ME. [Look at that, the godly, ground shaking voice is back.]

[blackstarsenal]

(( OOC: Soul Eater has a lot of cool official art and I love them to bits ♥ /pets the rambles~ ))


[ 808 keeps her distance when she halts -- a good three, four paces away. Is he talking about the writings on the wall? Or the tremors in the building? ] Behind what-- ?!

[ Despite being startled by the demand, 808 stands her ground and brings her arms up in a defensive stance out of reflex, as if expecting a shockwave that doesn't come. But she realizes that the ground-shaking is being done by this man. Bringing her arms down again -- ] I thought you were in danger I want to help!

[tricksterofthelord]

How should I know you're not lying?! [He shouts, but his glance falls on the hotel for a moment in fear. There are no writings now... was he just imagining it?] What's going on here?!

[grip_on_reality]

[403 is in the stairwell, just passing the third floor, when she hears the screaming] Hey! What is it?

[she sees the man coming and quickly steps to the side to avoid being run over. she's not sure whether she should take his word for it and run as well or hope he stops to give an explanation. after all, in this place, the horrors seem mostly personalised. and as he gets closer, she spots those words on the wall--following him--and her eyes narrow]

[tricksterofthelord]

[602 comes to a halt when he spots her. His breath is heavy, and he's trying to avoid getting contact with the walls.

He opens his mouth to answer her, but he's stuck as he realizes that the words slowly creep around them as worms on the walls. 602's glance follows them, meanwhile he's starting to tremble visibly.]

I need ta get out... I-I need--

[grip_on_reality]

[when he's calmer, he might notice that she has a bump on her temple and some healing cuts on her face and arms. she doesn't say anything for a second--just looks at the words and looks at his expression. then she grabs him by the arm and starts leading him down the stairs]

Come on! Outside.

[tricksterofthelord]

[602 screamed when she suddenly grabbed him, but started moving along to run down the stairs and outside. From the corner of his eyes he could see the words following them like a monster, or like something way more powerful and mystical.

Maybe God itself.

That thought made his knees buckle and stumble just before they could exit the hotel. He grabbed her arm tightly, shutting his eyes, as if that would make it all stop, but of course all in vain.]

I can't, it's no use, it won't go away!

[grip_on_reality]

Oh, for crying out loud! [she stumbles with him but catches her balance against the wall. when he stops, she grabs him with both arms, trying to haul him along after her] Come on! Of course it won't if you stay in here!

[tricksterofthelord]

[602's wobbly on his feet, but somehow he collects enough strength to continue their way out.]

No, you don't understand! It... IT... HE! [His voice gets deeper, as if it would be coming from somewhere deeper, shaking everything around them.] Thou shall be afraid of the Lord for he's everywhere yet nowhere!

[He has no idea where that came from he's just sure that it was himself who said it... Confusing.]

[grip_on_reality]

[to her credit, she stops herself from pulling away from him only with a great force of will because that was startling. she does stop short, though, gaping at him]

Who are you?

[tricksterofthelord]

I don't know![He cries out desperately, the words gather around them, and he holds on more tightly not wanting to be left alone.] The Lord is my father, that's all I know! And that I have to get out, I need to get out of here! Help me...!

[grip_on_reality]

[she doesn't understand what he means, but she can see his fear and desperation, and that's enough for her]

Fine, whatever! Let's go! [she pulls him again, bringing him through the exit and out onto the Astral Plane]

[tricksterofthelord]

[He feels a bit of relief come to him as he spots the stars, and there are no walls around anymore. He refuses to look back at the hotel as he trying to catch his breath.]

Thanks... This- this happened to ya too?

[grip_on_reality]

[she shakes her head, letting go as he finally calms down. her expression darkens] Not like that. But I think that's what this place is all about.

[she looks him up and down] You all right?

[blackstarsenal]

I don't know! I'm sorry! [ At that, 208 takes to bowing low from the waist. ] I really don't know. Please-- I'm just as lost as you are.

[ And looking up just a tad -- ] What was it that scared you like that?

[tricksterofthelord]

Scaring the living hell out of people?! [Asking a bit louder than necessary.] Now I'm sure it has something to do with the fact I'm playing John Doe here!

I'm fine, I'm fine! [His tone is frustrated, because being scared like that is so not cool... He still refuses to even look back at the hotel, in case he might see the sentence again. It just a stupid sentence, but triggered something deeper inside him. Something he should remember...]

C'mere I'll heal ya in return. [Distraction, distraction.]

[tricksterofthelord]

[His expression turns into a worried one when she bows like that. More people with memory loss and all the fun... not good.] Dude...

Stop it, stop that, missy, it's makin' me uncomfortable! [Rubs the back of his neck, while he's thinking about the answer.] It... it was... those words... What they... said. [He frowns as he's thinking about it.] Or more like the one they were telling about. ['God', but the word 'father' flashes up in his mind at that.]

[grip_on_reality]

[darkly] Yeah. And you're not the only one.

What? [she's confused for a second, but considering his little display that he's obviously not human, she just asks:] You know how to do that?

[or rather, does he remember? then again, Morgana seemed to be able to use her magic just fine, so she hopes he really can heal. she's tired of the headaches from that whack over the head she got]

[tricksterofthelord]

Do ya think we've deserved this or somethin'? But it seems very unfair... [He grumbles as he walks closer, still having a slight shake in his voice and limbs. He could really have some chocolate right now.]

Yeah, 't was one of the first things I realized I could do. Pretty cool, huh. [Weak smirk as he puts his index and middle finger to her forehead, and in a blink of an eye her injuries should be gone.] Better?

[blackstarsenal]

I-I'm sorry-- [ And finally, she gets back up. ]

[ A tad hesitant, though she takes a step forward towards the troubled man -- ] I saw them too, in the building. I-I've found them troubling too it's just-- I don't understand what they truly mean...

But why do they trouble you so much?

[grip_on_reality]

[she flinches at that suggestion, a dark expression flitting across her face as she thinks of the gift this place left for her. but she shakes her head] Maybe they think we do, but I can't see myself wishing this on anybody, no matter what they'd done.

[she gives him a smile back] Just don't tell me that's the first thing you needed to do.

[she's surprised when he reaches out to touch her--apparently she's not very fond of people touching her when she's not expecting it. but her eyes widen when the pain suddenly disappears. she reaches up a hand to her face, first feeling for the cuts and then for the bump, but finding only smooth skin. she stares] You really can heal. Well. [she smirks] That's handy. Cheers.

[tricksterofthelord]

That's a nice thought, babe. Ya're havin' it bad too? [Tilts his head to the side to look into her face as he spots her expression.]

My first thing was to find some candy, actually. Seems like I crave the stuff badly. I'll be on my way to find some too now. [Because he's so not going to go back to the hotel.]

You're prettier like this too. [Proud grin here.] Dude, I hope I'm really something amazing when I'm not trapped in a nightmare. Some wizard or stuff.

[tricksterofthelord]

Well that's reassuring! [Sarcasm...] At least I'm not mad. [Spreads his arms, he's just as clueless as her.] I don't know either, missy! It's confusing, it could mean lotsa things!

[Start pacing about, shaking his head. Even thinking about the words is frightening. But her question makes him think. Really, why?]

Somethin' 'bout... him, ya know. It's frightening ta think about him.

[grip_on_reality]

It's 403--or Officer, if you want. [after receiving her little "gift," she knows that much about herself at least] And you could say that. 'ave you been to any of the other buildings yet? [her tone is dark. the bathhouse is the only place where she's been safe so far--not that she has any illusions about it since obviously it's been dangerous to others] Because you don't want to try them alone.

[she snorts] What, like out of Harry Potter? Sounds like some life goal! [amused]