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realityshifted2012-10-23 11:53 pm
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There is blood. Everywhere.
1006, having woken up to a rather unpleasant surprise in his bedroom, had left the onsen later in the day to explore the Plane at large, and, perhaps, find some clues as to just what was going on.
His feet had, in time, led him to the Ballroom. For awhile he was content to explore here, tracing his fingers over the magnificent architecture and simply reveling in the expansive privacy that the empty room allowed (Something he found oddly soothing, at the time).
And then he saw a mannequin.
There is blood. Everywhere.
1006 is pressed into a corner, a trickle of black stardust running from a cut on his forehead and knees drawn to his chest. On the far side of the room are three bodies, savaged and cold and so, so bloody, and a man stands before 1006, hands seemingly pressed against an invisible wall, leaving red smears as they shift.
A faint sheen stains the air when 1006 curls up tighter, pressing his face into his knees. The man snarls angrily.
(Oops guess who walked clean into his own worst nightmare! Why am I describing the hallucination? Because Mu is projecting. This mean anyone tagging in has the option of seeing (and feeling) and interacting with the visions to ANY degree)
1006, having woken up to a rather unpleasant surprise in his bedroom, had left the onsen later in the day to explore the Plane at large, and, perhaps, find some clues as to just what was going on.
His feet had, in time, led him to the Ballroom. For awhile he was content to explore here, tracing his fingers over the magnificent architecture and simply reveling in the expansive privacy that the empty room allowed (Something he found oddly soothing, at the time).
And then he saw a mannequin.
There is blood. Everywhere.
1006 is pressed into a corner, a trickle of black stardust running from a cut on his forehead and knees drawn to his chest. On the far side of the room are three bodies, savaged and cold and so, so bloody, and a man stands before 1006, hands seemingly pressed against an invisible wall, leaving red smears as they shift.
A faint sheen stains the air when 1006 curls up tighter, pressing his face into his knees. The man snarls angrily.
(Oops guess who walked clean into his own worst nightmare! Why am I describing the hallucination? Because Mu is projecting. This mean anyone tagging in has the option of seeing (and feeling) and interacting with the visions to ANY degree)
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Her explorations had also taken her to the large theater -- perhaps she would find the mirrors she had been looking for. Surely, theaters would have dressing rooms?
She was about to turn into a corner until she spots what is happening and she keeps her quiet, her composure, shadow-like as she observes what is happening. She doesn't fully understand, but it looks to her that the angry, silver-haired man is out to harm the one in the corner and that perhaps, he might have been responsible for the bodies on the floor--!
From her corner, 208 takes to observing her surroundings -- would there be beams or hanging lamps she can use to get to the cornered man? ]
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