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thespherelogs2019-08-12 11:19 pm
sphererpmod) wrote in thespherelogs2019-08-12 11:19 pm
It's where my demons hide, oh it's where my demons hide.
Who: Everyone
What: The August nightmare log.
When: August 13->28th
Where: All over.
Notes: Please check the plotting/notes for the plot and it's specific timing here! Also please run things by other players if you're doing them!
Warnings: Demons, creepiness, possession.
What: The August nightmare log.
When: August 13->28th
Where: All over.
Notes: Please check the plotting/notes for the plot and it's specific timing here! Also please run things by other players if you're doing them!
Warnings: Demons, creepiness, possession.
August Nightmare Log: Demons
Days 1-3
Like so many bad things, this nightmare starts in the middle of the night. It starts with the sensation that the private domes and moves outwards from there. For the first two-three days of the nightmare, you experience the sensation of being watched, even if (especially if) you happen to be alone in the space. As the feeling intensifies, characters see things out of the corners of their vision, and if they turn around, or look quickly, whatever they thought they saw is definitely not there. The things that they see are nothing more than vague shadows that could be anyone (anything) but if there ever was it’s gone when they look. As the times progress, people start to hear whisperings in guttral, perhaps dead languages but the sound is too faint for anyone with the ability to speak them to hear. It’s mostly just gibberish whispering from far away.
On the third night, something new comes along. It’s a discordant sound that has no natural reference. It’s frightening, but also beautiful somehow in it’s sound. If nothing else, it’s definitely interesting. Of course it probably gets less interesting and more annoying the longer it goes on, or if you happen to know just what exactly it is. However, the sound of it ushers something new with it on day four.
Days 5-10
Between days four and ten, the Unsound has done what it’s supposed to do, allegedly and it’s begun to summon demons into the Sphere domes that are affected with the nightmare. During the day, the Tall Pauls are more shadow than anything else, but at night they solidify. They solidify and become more frightening. For the most part, all they do is watch. Tall Pauls are described as: looking like a gnarled tree made of shadow, with large and hungry of eyes, and the twisting length of its too long arms and branch-like fingers and the crazed over-sized smile. (Basically? Slenderman. We’re kinda talking Slenderman here only with a face.) They will watch, they will loom and they will terrify and fed off that sort of fear. Tall Pauls only wanna be your friend, and sacrifice you when your ready for it! Hopefully it won’t get to the point where you’re ready for it.
Tall Pauls will particularly bother sleeping people, children and those who have seen demons before, or those with the magical ability to shove them away. Go nuts.
Night of the Tenth Day->Day 14
Beginning on the night of the Tenth day and running til the fourteenth the Tall Pauls will be joined by their more terrible cousin: The Helvation. The Helvation is described as: “It's tall, hunched and black with gnarled teeth and hair. It looks old, ancient, as it slowly tilts its head the children finally see it, drop the camera and scream. And I don't know why I didn't notice this when I first viewed the tape. Perhaps I was tired, maybe I was asleep, but the creature... it looked like one that appeared in my dream last year, one that stood at the side of my bed” With the further description of the demon in her nightmare, edited for content (dream animal death). “And there was this woman standing at the end of my bed, she had long black hair and she was hunched over. But when she turned to face me, I could see that she had this crazy maniacal smile on her face. A twisted smile that literally stretched from ear to ear as if she had no cheeks, just this mouth - a dark mouth. [...] I wanted to scream but my voice was stuck in my chest. And it looked like the woman was laughing, her shoulders were going up and down. That smile…
“But all I could hear was a baby crying. I realized she wasn't laughing, she- she was changing into something bigger. Something wet and dark and horrible was coming. And this time, it wasn't coming from under the bed. It was coming from within the old woman. She- she turned and started crawling up onto my bed. Hitting me beneath the covers, my arms to my sides. Like I couldn't move. Her mouth opened wide, peeling back and the- the dark thing started to crawl out of the old woman. And I knew with absolute certainty that once it left the old woman, it was going to enter me.”
The Helvation will start by being creepy, doing what the Tall Pauls did times a thousand. However, it’s more violent in what it does. And it’s goal is the possession of the character. However, no more than one person may be possessed in a scene due to the nature of the singlar Helvation. Fighting off the demonic possession is going to be extremely difficult, and only possible for those with magical or psychic abilities or those who are divine. However, even that fighting should only be partial, as the demon is fed by the ability of the Sphere. No one should be possessed the entire last four days, and removing someone from the affected areas will definitely remove the possession. However, the possessed can use the network if the player is so inclined.
Any personal abilities that characters have are turned off by the demon, instead leaving them with super strength and telepathy is based particularly about character’s guilt and things that are in their pasts. (This is something else that players choosing to do this scene should talk about in advance. It can be feelings of guilt or history of the person possessed, just spilling the character’s own guts as it were, or surface reading from a second party.)
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Night of the 11th - Closed to Wanda
After that the feeling only got worse, followed by seeing shadows of towering long figures in the darkness. Wanda told herself that no one was there but when she reached out her senses she knew that wasn't true. Something was in the Sphere.
So when Tommy once again arrived in Wanda's room she was already awake. Her thoughts were buzzing uncomfortably with the family that she struggled desperately to protect. There were times when she wondered if she could and then other times when she realized that it didn't matter because she had too.
That was when she heard Tommy's voice. Wanda moved quickly to the main room. If she'd known about his and Ultron's arrangement she'd probably yell at both of them because they had kept it from her though her anger would be geared more towards Ultron who she didn't believe cared about anyone except for himself.
She exhaled a breath of relief when she saw Tommy and then felt a stab of something uncomfortable in her chest. It's been awhile since everything started and she hadn't been able to catch up to Tommy. She's tried but Wanda got the feeling that he'd been avoiding her. "You're looking for Ultron." There was no hiding the hurt in her voice. "Are you still avoiding me?" She didn't understand why he was doing it and it hurt her more than anything the shadows had done, more than any nightmare. She'd thought they were getting close but maybe that had been wishful thinking by a mother who had wanted to be close to her son.
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Tommy moves with all his speed, which is a terrible move. He manages to cross to her and wrap his arms around his mother moments before going just short of limp. Almost falls over in his embrace of her. Too much was taken out of him today. Far too much.
"Mom," he says softly, arms wrapped around her as tight as he can manage, which is weakly for him. His arms are shaking. "Mom, something happened. I can't... I almost heart Bev. It made me do things, say things."
And then he pulls back just a bit, cursing. Sure he's weak, but he's realizing there is still blood on his face from where Bev had almost broken his nose. He can't get that on Wanda's clothes.
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Her arms circled his shoulders, gently pulling him into a firm hug. She didn't care about the blood on his face or the feeling of uncertainty and inadequacy she'd felt in the sleepless days following this moment. Nothing mattered except for Tommy. He was the only thing that mattered.
Wanda gently pet Tommy's hair, cradling his head against her shoulder as she sought to offer her son some amount of comfort. "Tell me what happened when you're ready. I'll be here." She knew Bev. The young girl was scrappy and Wanda had no doubt that she'd be able to protect herself though maybe not against Tommy's speed. Wanda didn't know about the demon's possessions yet. She didn't know how this could happen.
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"It came for me. It made me do things. Say things. It said I was like it, a demon and all I can ever do is destroy everything. Hurt people. That I can't be anything else. It made me try to kill</> Bev."
Oh yeah, he's shaking now as the words keep pouring forth.
"I'm part demon. I always was. I can't be good, and I almost hurt people. I swore I'd never hurt people again. I promised."
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"You cannot destroy me." The words were whispered against his temple while her fingers ran gently through his hair. It was a gesture she'd done with Pietro a few times, a way to let him know that she was here and with him. "You can be whatever you want. That was the demon, not you. Remember what I told you? It doesn't matter how you were born or from what power, only you get to decide what you do. You are not evil Tommy. You're-" Her voice cracked awkwardly as she buried away her tears.
"You're everything to me. Just by existing in another universe, you saved me." Even if they were far apart, in her heart, she'd know that she wasn't alone. "How can something as wonderful as that be bad?"
Wanda knew that Bev was strong enough to take care of herself but she couldn't help the knot of worry that twisted in her chest at the thought of Tommy trying to hurt her. She'd have to check on Bev later, for now she wanted to be there for her son.
"I've hurt people. All we can do is keep trying." Even when it sucked and when it was hard.
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"I didn't save you. You've got no reason to take care of me, to care about me."
And yet here she is, caring. It makes no sense.
"Maybe... I can stay here a few more nights? Ults doesn't sleep, he's... been helping some."
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"Family doesn't need a reason." She smiled at him, feeling tears well at the corner of her eyes. "I love you Tommy. You're my son. And that won't ever stop being true."
It was easier to say now. She had gotten to know him and love him for who he was. He wasn't a dream or an ideal son but he was hers and that made him perfect in every possible way. "You can stay but will you sleep with me? Ultron can sit in here with us."
This was a big step for Wanda. She didn't trust Ultron but she'd do anything for Tommy.
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Keeping them out of his voice is a lot harder.
"Yeah. Yeah I can do that, Mom. I was... I had been staying in Gramp's bed. He doesn't use it. There were just... I felt like I was being watched and I couldn't sleep. Thought maybe nothing would have the guts to sneak in here with you two around, even asleep."
And it's so hard to believe all of this.
"I can stay, Mom. I want to."
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"Thank you Tommy."
He needed her but she needed him just as much.
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How does he explain the paranoia that came with it. How scared he'd been to trust her.
"I thought it had to do with how I was created. And you'd hate me if you knew."
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"I am sorry if I made you doubt."
Wanda wanted him to have faith in her, to trust her, but she knew that it was more complicated than that. She might be a version of his mother but she was still in some ways a stranger to him.
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"I'm a mutant, made from the reborn piece of a demon's soul. I'm not exactly the sort of person that people want around."
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"Wherever you came from, you are still you and you are my own. I will always want you around." And she's ready to repeat herself until he believes her.
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"You make being here not hell. And trust me, I've actually been to hell once. This is a lot better."
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She tucked a thread of silver hair behind his ear.
"Come on. Let's relax. I have ice cream." She didn't think that Tommy would be able to sleep right away but speedsters could always eat.
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"Yeah. Okay. Food. But after that, would you... be okay with watching while I sleep? I take one nap alone in my room, and bam, possessed. But I'm so tired. And I don't know that I can risk closing my eyes without someone to keep me in line."
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"Come on."