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 Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 9:46 pm
This wasn't supposed to be happening.
They'd won. They had driven the shadows out, killed the big thing, defended the school . . . So why did the air fill with more whispers? Why was the gym closed off, no new portals to the Haunted House appearing? Had they somehow still lost despite all their efforts? Mort had heard there had been similar fights at the school gates and within the school itself, and yet they had no repercussions for their battles even though they too had driven off the strange shadowlings . . . Mort had hoped he could get away from the unsettling rise in Insanity, but it seemed as if the horsemen had their own problems.
Jack damn it.
The fog pervaded here too, clinging to the ground like natural Halloween fog and yet far more sinister. He could see different frustrated and confused horsemen about the Sanctuary, far more than they had excavated one of their lairs . . . The zomboil frowned at the implications and fisted his hands in his hoodie pockets as he shuffled along. What losses had they suffered? Were their solutions more tangible, or were they too lost in the mist until Jack knew how long? Now he felt like an intruder rather than an Initiate, a wandering student that twitched ever so often and rubbed his head because the whispers took delight in giving him unwarranted migraines.
He had hoped coming to the Lair would give him some sense of solace away from Insanity, but that had been far too optimistic. It was surprising the disease hadn't quashed every remnant of that out yet. It was working a lot faster now, though, starting with the paranoid thought that he was now in real danger of turning - or at the very least escalating into the next stage, where the gray streaks and distorted thinking came.
Jack, his head hurt.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 11:00 pm
As Kiwi stared up to the crumpled remains of the Lair, all he could see was white. A white mist that thickened and ebbed before his very eyes, seeping in around his ankles.
It settled a sudden chill along his spine.
They had left something, these shadow-beings. Something that was certain to make his skin crawl and his temples ache. His chest too, felt tight, but not from the mist. No, the whispers were growing louder. And with them, his time as an aid to his people was growing short. There had to be a way to stop this. Something that could hold the Insanity at bay, or at least make it more manageable.
One of the voices rose up, a breathy whisper by his ear that he could almost make out. So clear in fact, that the horseman glanced to the side, half-expecting to find a figure in the fog. And he nearly started as he realized there indeed was a figure coming through the fog. A student, of all things, an - hey, wait, didn't he know-
He squinted into the mist. ... Ah yes, the scareling who had approached him at the Spirit Week booth! He must have come to discuss whatever he had needed that day ...
What poor timing. Kiwi bit at his lip anxiously; a part of him very much entertained the thought of turning round, and attempting to find a quiet place to wait this all out. But doing so would do nothing to rid the clan of this mist. And perhaps ...
He approached the zomboil. "Ah, hello again, Mort, isn't it?? ..." He wasted no time on kind gestures, only shifting golden eyes toward the lair. "... As you can see, we're in quite the predicament at the moment. ... How are things going on your end?? ..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:32 am
Lost in his thoughts, Mort was startled to hear someone actually talking to him and instinctively pulled out a fist from his pocket to - what, strike the fog? Oh, wouldn't he enjoy that again. Fog beasts and betrayal and a call to go Home . . . Blinking rapidly, however, he came to realize the figure was somewhat familiar, a horseman he had conversed with during Spirit Week when he had been . . . in less than sober condition. "Y-Yeah," he began rather lamely as he lowered his hand with a wince, following the Famine horseman's gaze to where the Lair had once been accessible. He couldn't imagine being cut off from school like that, or Home - home for that matter.
"Isn't . . . N-Not going well at school either," Mort went on to say as he turned his head back to face him. "Gym s'closed down, fog everywhere, n' some people don't care . . . don't see . . ." The zomboil shook his head a bit and clenched his teeth momentarily. Maybe to some people Insanity was just some running joke of a disease, but to him it was a very real and very present danger. What if the mobs began appearing again and infecting people? What if someone else got Insanity from this? What if the fog never left -
He rubbed his head with a grimace. "S-Sorry, forgot name. Wasn't in right mind when last talked. anything else been happening here?"xoxomenai argkdgjlkdj I'm not normally this bad at replying honest Also does Kiwi have visible gray markings at this point? ouo
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 2:57 pm
The horseman fell silent a moment, listening as the voices ebbed and rose. They were an endless sea of frustration. He kneaded a palm across his brow, and actually smiled faintly as Mort failed to recall his name. "Kiwi. I am Kiwi."
But his smile soured a moment later. So then, it had spread through the school as well ... Was there no place in Halloween safe from these voices?? ... not that it mattered for him, he was stuck with the Insanity either way. But Kiwi feared for his people. And a part of him, feared for Halloween itself.
The zomboil's talk didn't ease his troubled mind. There were scarelings actually joking about this?? ... He had half a mind to ask Mort to point them out, so he could set them straight. That is, if the Insanity didn't get to them first ...
"I ... I see ..." he frowned, and crossed his arms. "No, nothing other than the shadowlings causing havoc and now this ... and it infuriates me! As if it isn't enough we have lost our homeland, we are tormented by this sickly curse. ... And perhaps in a way, it is penance for all the things the Clans have done. For what I have done as well ..." He felt his chest tighten as he spoke the words. "But even so a curse can be broken, and surely there must be some way to remedy this." Kiwi paused a moment and then glanced to the boil. "... I am curious too, what Amityville does know of Insanity. I hear rumors, that one of your teachers suffers from it as well."Ol-j-man It's fine, my post is kind of idek too >A> And not quite yet, but he's on the verge of it. I'm planning on probably having them start showing within the next few RPs <3
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 9:25 pm
Kiwi, there we go, it came back to him. He was surprised frankly since it reminded him a minipet, and the difference between minipets and horseman was, well, vast . . . But easy to remember now that he was sober. Very, very sober.
Mort couldn't help but frown a bit in curiosity, however. "Penance?" he prompted. "What for? Not . . . Isn't saying is 'bout killing humans, is it?" He highly doubted it, since the horseman seemed to thrive on the Fear of human murder sprees from his understanding (and unfortunate experience). In a way, he supposed, the deaths he had caused might very well have cause to throw karmaic backlash like this . . . He mrr'd softly.
"Knowledge is scattered. D-Don't think anyone fully understands it here, 'cept maybe select few. Lot've new students don't even really know what is beyond what i-is told." Mort didn't like withholding information, but trust was hard to come by for him, especially when horsemen could just as much dislike a student as they might an Initiate for this or that. He had seen what had happened during that crown searching business, where Mei and Gene and maybe others had protected the Hunters. Ugly business, this conflict.
"Have theories, have been collecting ideas n' formulating conclusions, but . . . Figured Clans had more info. Heirs have Insanity, y-yes? N' some've you too. Have had longer than most, so thought would have better idea 'bout . . . er, how t'cope," he said mildly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 5:18 pm
The zomboil's question perhaps cut a bit too deep. His own guilt was something Kiwi was scarce to admit, even to his fellow horsemen. "I suppose you could say ... we horsemen have a strong sense of pride." His lips crinkled slightly, and deepened a moment more as he recalled just what that word meant.
Kiwi nodded softly as Mort continued. "Yes, the Heirs do, I believe. And several other respectable clansmen besides." He turned to stare the boil in the eye. "I ... am afraid we know very little ourselves. This is something we've never seen, at least, I cannot recall it ... before ... before the clans fell."
He turned again to stare into the fog, voices rising in murmur as it breathed around them. "Perhaps the Heirs know more, but if they do, they haven't spoken about it. And it would be unlike them to withhold such important knowledge from the clan. ... It is a mystery to us, but there must be a reason for it. A way to remedy it. If we could only grasp how. ... A source maybe?? ... Or an opposite ..." But the truth was, even if such were true, Kiwi had no way to test such a theory. And he had no leads to go on. It was a frustrating truth. "I am sorry ... that we cannot be more help to one another ..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:28 pm
No kidding. Mort had only gone on a few of the missions with horsemen, and even without talking to them he had already gotten suffocated by the sense of superiority some had. Then again, being able to go out and kill humans like they were nothing at all needed that dissociative sense of species--predator and prey. In that regard he was envious of their pride.
He grew uncomfortable as Kiwi stared him in the eye and shamefully averted his gaze lower, though he did nod in response. "Mrrr . . . Opposite . . . Like Fear n' Joy?" he suggested. Oh, he wanted to try that line of thought about Heirs and information, but Mort wasn't sure how far he could push it. At this point he was all but suspicious someone somewhere knew and just wasn't telling, and the mysterious Heirs were as good as anyplace to begin. Then again, they were Heirs and probably would not waste time with a student.
The zomboil tapped his chin thoughtfully as he forced his gaze back up to meet Kiwi's. "Is weird, how can be 'round us n' not know lot 'bout it. Know this much: affects Fear placement. Stories 'round school is couple've students got turned into big monsters with lots've fog; one've 'em turned to stone. N', well, was there at fall of your Isles n' saw that bird . . ." Despite having also been there when the horsemen had returned, Mort continued gingerly. "Heard was m-man'festation of those caught in Hunter attack. Any've 'em 'speriencing memory loss per chance?"
xoxomenai dhfjsryjdf ahhhh i'm so sorry this is outdated and late ;;
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 4:38 pm
Fear and Joy hmmm?? ... Kiwi paused a moment to consider that. "Yes, I think perhaps ... the question is what is Insanity's opposite?? ..."
He had heard rumors of a giant grey monstrosity attacking the Isles shortly before ... well, before the incident. It never occurred to him though that the students could manifest such things. The phoenix, the phoenix that had trapped the souls of their loved ones. Had ... had well, caused changes in him. And all because of the Insanity ... He was grateful for Mort's delicate handle on the subject, and smiled ever-so-softly before adverted his gaze back out to the fog, a frown curling again. "I did not realize it was this widespread. No, no memory loss that I am aware of ... Though ..." He paused a moment. "That phoenix you mentioned ... We managed to finish it off. And well ... I believe, in some form, it manifested from memories. From our loved ones." It was painful to admit, but he felt it was something that needed to be shared. "Perhaps memories have something to do with the Insanity ..."Ol-j-man /finally makes tag /A/ ... Want to try and wrap this up soon??
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