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interstellar55552016-02-05 09:21 am
sailorgenerous) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-05 09:21 am
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You laugh until you cry; you cry until you laugh
Who: Virgo musicians - Ghost Quest people and their friends
What: When eight musicians go missing, what happens to those left behind? What happens when those eight come back far worse for the wear?
When: Feb 1st-3rd and after
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, violence, brainwashing, etc. It's ugly in here, folks.
The past three days have not been kind. The hauntings were odd, yes, but when your friends went missing without warning or a trace - well.
How have you been coping? Have you been coping?
And then they came back just as suddenly, and...it looks like your worries were not unfounded.
This isn't good, is it.
What: When eight musicians go missing, what happens to those left behind? What happens when those eight come back far worse for the wear?
When: Feb 1st-3rd and after
Where: Virgo HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, violence, brainwashing, etc. It's ugly in here, folks.
The past three days have not been kind. The hauntings were odd, yes, but when your friends went missing without warning or a trace - well.
How have you been coping? Have you been coping?
And then they came back just as suddenly, and...it looks like your worries were not unfounded.
This isn't good, is it.
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But then very slowly he pushes himself up, using the wall as support. The blanket he wraps around himself, because it is comforting.]
Thanks...
[His gaze is still firmly on the floor, since he's trying to keep people from seeing his red watery eyes.]
Um.... did anything happen here? While we were....
[He wants to know that Ryouta, Momo, and Ankh are okay. Nia isn't, so he hopes at least the rest of them were spared.]
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[It wasn't that he didn't know what was happening; Ankh could Feel the ghost. He tasted the wants, the needs, the essence of it and he had an urge to give it fuel for that. But he couldn't. Something was broken and he couldn't create the final piece to set it free
The king tried to use them all, tried to take all of what is you and you reached for that piece, that shiny Core that was yours...
What's wrong, Ankh? Can't you summon your own Yummy?
He couldn't and so he stayed here, writing and drifting and plotting in his own way.]
Don't pretend you're fine. [He's going to start to herd Tsuna towards the nest he built out of cozy blankets and soft pillows.] I hate that kind of lie.
[I'm fine.
Stop saying that! You are not fine!
If he wants to kill himself let him.
Does that make it right? It's not fair!
Those visions were getting really annoying lately.
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[They're okay. He lets out a shaky breath that he didn't even know he was holding.]
I won't... Nothing's fine right now.
[That last bit comes out in a whisper. Tsuna won't bother saying he's fine. Not when it's obvious he isn't. He also won't protest being herded into the pillow pile. Mostly because it's warm and comforting and provides a much needed illusion of safety. When was the last time he felt safe? Who even knows? Tsuna's not even sure he remembers what 'safe' feels like.]
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[Don't blame the helpless for being unable to do anything. Blame those who took the power and used. Blame those that only grasped more for the power. Find a way to drive at it and split it up.
Take their desires for your own.
Into the pillow nest they go, Ankh tugging Tsuna into the softest part of the pillows he could get.]