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I'm only a nightmare
Who; Illyana + Anyone!
What; Nightmares and magik
Where; Red Building and near the edge of the forest
When; Early October at night
Warnings; None so far!
Nightmares. It seemed like it had been an eternity since she had experienced nightmares like this. Memories bubbled to the surface of her childhood in Limbo. Every waking moment there had been a nightmare and night never held any reprieve. The older she got though the more accustomed she had become to living a nightmare. Perhaps it was something to do with the loss of bits of her soul. Or perhaps it was simple conditioning. You grow used to horrors when they are all you see. Eventually, nightmares had faded from her life completely.
Until now. Now they returned with brutal vengeance. Reminding her of things she wanted nothing more than to forget. At first she just woke with tears and fear. Both were things she wanted nothing to do with. Others feared her, not the other way around. Not anymore. Yet as the nightmares grew more frequent and more memorable the fear grew within her. Then the bear imagery began to appear.
With that she screamed. Those in the red building may find themselves hearing the young woman's scream occasionally. She's always quick to leave her room and the building itself, teleporting out in an attempt to avoid sleep itself. Her teleportation leads her to the edge of the southern forest.
"It cannot be you again," she said loudly to the forest itself. "But if it is, I will find you." Her tone seems weary but firm. Defiant and filled with bitterness. "You do not scare me." But the nightmares did. That would not be something she would admit readily.
Any who stumble upon the scene will be met with a scene straight out of an occult book. Candles line the way making a path to a fiery circle with a pentagram in it's center. Above is Illyana can be found floating with her eyes closed. Any who have encountered her before will notice the change in her appearance: a prehensile demonic tail can be seen flicking in irritation and large curved red horns now protrude from her forehead. She's muttering something in a strange language that cannot be linked back to most familiar languages, even the most ancient ones.
It is not something she would wish many to see, but something about the imagery in the nightmares has made her more reckless than she might usually be.
What; Nightmares and magik
Where; Red Building and near the edge of the forest
When; Early October at night
Warnings; None so far!
Nightmares. It seemed like it had been an eternity since she had experienced nightmares like this. Memories bubbled to the surface of her childhood in Limbo. Every waking moment there had been a nightmare and night never held any reprieve. The older she got though the more accustomed she had become to living a nightmare. Perhaps it was something to do with the loss of bits of her soul. Or perhaps it was simple conditioning. You grow used to horrors when they are all you see. Eventually, nightmares had faded from her life completely.
Until now. Now they returned with brutal vengeance. Reminding her of things she wanted nothing more than to forget. At first she just woke with tears and fear. Both were things she wanted nothing to do with. Others feared her, not the other way around. Not anymore. Yet as the nightmares grew more frequent and more memorable the fear grew within her. Then the bear imagery began to appear.
With that she screamed. Those in the red building may find themselves hearing the young woman's scream occasionally. She's always quick to leave her room and the building itself, teleporting out in an attempt to avoid sleep itself. Her teleportation leads her to the edge of the southern forest.
"It cannot be you again," she said loudly to the forest itself. "But if it is, I will find you." Her tone seems weary but firm. Defiant and filled with bitterness. "You do not scare me." But the nightmares did. That would not be something she would admit readily.
Any who stumble upon the scene will be met with a scene straight out of an occult book. Candles line the way making a path to a fiery circle with a pentagram in it's center. Above is Illyana can be found floating with her eyes closed. Any who have encountered her before will notice the change in her appearance: a prehensile demonic tail can be seen flicking in irritation and large curved red horns now protrude from her forehead. She's muttering something in a strange language that cannot be linked back to most familiar languages, even the most ancient ones.
It is not something she would wish many to see, but something about the imagery in the nightmares has made her more reckless than she might usually be.
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He really shouldn't be talking about safe and not-safe because Jacob really had no way to defend himself.
"I'm just worried about you." That was all it was and he hoped that it was okay. He didn't know Illyana well and her appearance had changed some since he'd last seen her but he still liked her.
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She seemed a bit surprised by his confession of concern though. "Why were you worried about me?"
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"I like to think we're friends. I don't know you well yet but I like you. You're fun to talk to and you don't judge me for what I think. I don't feel like I have a lot of people like that. So you're important to me."
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She shook her head and looked down at her own feet. At least those had not changed, that was a positive. "Friends are we?" It had been a long time since she had made any new friends. Even when it came to her older friends and teammates there was still a distinct awkwardness in the air. Distrust and shame mixed between the group of them. Now it was even more complicated with her recent decisions.
"Many people would tell you to be cautious when trusting me."
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"I don't really care about what many people say. I trust you." He paused and thought of a better way to say it. "I trust you to be yourself and I'm still learning who that is. I trust that you are in charge of a world known as purgatory and that you're resilient enough to handle that. I trust that you are honest with the things you don't want to talk about and with your opinion. I trust that you'll tell me to go away when I bother you too much."
He shrugged. "I don't see anything wrong with any of that."
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She hesitated for a second and then looked over at him with the smallest hint of an awkward smile. "Thank you." The awkwardness in her voice was hard to ignore and she looked down. An overwhelming amount of what if's flooded through her mind as she thought about someone putting that much trust in her. It reminded her of her brother and she suddenly wanted to teleport away from this situation. "I hope you do not come to regret that trust."
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"Look. Don't worry about it. I am just worried about you. If you're good. I can leave you to it but it's dangerous out here." Jacob didn't know how ironic that statement would be in a few weeks.
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"There is no need to worry. I will be fine."
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"I'll worry anyway but if you want me to leave. I will."