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recolle2017-10-09 08:56 am
negativism) wrote in recolle2017-10-09 08:56 am
[ open ] I made a wish under the bloodshot sky that this would all be a dream when I open my eyes
WHO: David and you! (open prompts under the cut, closed toplevels below)
WHERE: Various!
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: A sparring match goes wrong, panicked calling, a mage on the loose, general mental trauma and hopefully some fluff to counteract all of this ridiculousness.
WARNINGS: minor body horror, violence
i. someone help, I know that it’s over (10/4 only)
So what would you do if you started randomly sprouting scales all over your arms, neck and face while trying to defend yourself from your boss nearly trying to kill you during a sparring match gone wrong?
Call anyone you can think of to try and figure out just what the hell is going on, of course!
Unfortunately for David, however, this seems to shift him over into the Retrospec app instead of, you know, the ordinary phone function – but you can’t really blame him considering how much he’s actually panicking at this point.
Ring, ring -
ii-a. my fantasy will swallow everything (pre-and-post-10/4)
It’s a surprisingly ordinary high school – And some of you might recognize the kid standing in the front of the classroom, though his hair is a more natural brown rather than the usual auburn color he usually sports and he looks a bit more gangly, like he hasn’t quite filled out to his height. The teacher’s voice is a dull droning, and David’s standing at full attention – a habit instilled thanks to his father – though the whispers from the classroom at large are still loud and clear, despite the indistinct faces in front of him:
“Look at this weirdo, what is he doing?”
“I heard his parents shipped him off to military school-”
The problem, unfortunately, seems to be that while this happens, David’s about ready to try and introduce himself when it feels like his voice has completely left him; he opens his mouth but nothing seems to come out as a result. It doesn't help that it seems like everything's getting bigger while he's internally (and slowly externally) panicking.
Help?
ii-b. an empty sign like a night that lost the moon (post 10/4)
He’s not sure how long he’s been running, and honestly, he’s not going to stop anytime soon. Not with whoever – or whatever – has been following him. David’s never been one to run from his problems if he can help it, but this wasn’t exactly an ordinary situation in or out of dreams. He’s scrabbling for cover as what looks like a beam of light cuts through the air where he was moments before, leaving deep gauges in the pavement. He gives a quick glance back, before noticing he’s not alone, and in true bodyguard fashion, quickly moves over to at least try and cover his apparent comrade in this, hissing –
“The hell are you doing here, we gotta take cover. Persistent piece of-”
“Come out, come out wherever you are, little lizard! Can’t have someone like you running around and hurting people, now can we?”
“… Shit –”
ii-c. my tragedy, if there’s only one way that opens – please save me, fantasy (post 10/4)
The scene here opens on a field of mirrors, and David walking through it, frowning a little before he stops in front of one of them – Nothing seems out of the ordinary – at least at first. After a few moments of studying the mirror, the reflection starts to smirk before scales start to appear on its face, neck, and arms – but this one goes further, as evidenced by the smirk morphing into a lopsided grin, showing off fangs that were definitely not there before, and if David weren’t freaking out right now, he’d say something about how it’s taking the joke on him having a “shark grin” a little too far.
It doesn’t help that the reflection seems to be mouthing something that has the David on this side of the mirror look horrified for a split second before he punches the mirror to shatter it, though it doesn’t split the skin like one would expect considering the scales have now appeared on his hands as well while he screams –
“You’re not me!”
He leaves his fist there for a few moments, chest heaving before he looks back up, eyes wide as the mirror’s fully intact again, reflection laughing at him as it raises a hand, looking more and more monstrous by the minute –
“Guess again. You can’t hide from who you really are, Fafnir.”
(inspo., mood music bc I’m a hack. Bonus – in the mood music link, David’s PB is the one with the curly hair, Tarr’s the one with the long black hair)
iii. get back up off that dream (post-10/4)
Bad enough that this was all going on in his dreams – but of course the one night that he decided to go out and try to clear his head, the same person from his nightmares was now following him in the streets. David’s cursing under his breath again – heartily – as he leans his head against a building wall. He’s tired. So tired.
But he can’t stop now.
He knows he’s being followed, but he can’t confirm it just yet, and he turns his head.
Well, at least it's not who he originally thought it was.
“H- you know what, never mind. We might wanna get out of here, not sure if that crazy bastard’s caught up with us yet.”
iv. in my stolen heart, in my crooked fate (wildcard.)
( feel free to slap down a toplevel at any point this month! If you wanna plot something further, hmu either via PM or on Plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
wolfknights! standby on closed prompts. :D)
WHERE: Various!
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: A sparring match goes wrong, panicked calling, a mage on the loose, general mental trauma and hopefully some fluff to counteract all of this ridiculousness.
WARNINGS: minor body horror, violence
i. someone help, I know that it’s over (10/4 only)
So what would you do if you started randomly sprouting scales all over your arms, neck and face while trying to defend yourself from your boss nearly trying to kill you during a sparring match gone wrong?
Call anyone you can think of to try and figure out just what the hell is going on, of course!
Unfortunately for David, however, this seems to shift him over into the Retrospec app instead of, you know, the ordinary phone function – but you can’t really blame him considering how much he’s actually panicking at this point.
Ring, ring -
ii-a. my fantasy will swallow everything (pre-and-post-10/4)
It’s a surprisingly ordinary high school – And some of you might recognize the kid standing in the front of the classroom, though his hair is a more natural brown rather than the usual auburn color he usually sports and he looks a bit more gangly, like he hasn’t quite filled out to his height. The teacher’s voice is a dull droning, and David’s standing at full attention – a habit instilled thanks to his father – though the whispers from the classroom at large are still loud and clear, despite the indistinct faces in front of him:
“Look at this weirdo, what is he doing?”
“I heard his parents shipped him off to military school-”
The problem, unfortunately, seems to be that while this happens, David’s about ready to try and introduce himself when it feels like his voice has completely left him; he opens his mouth but nothing seems to come out as a result. It doesn't help that it seems like everything's getting bigger while he's internally (and slowly externally) panicking.
Help?
ii-b. an empty sign like a night that lost the moon (post 10/4)
He’s not sure how long he’s been running, and honestly, he’s not going to stop anytime soon. Not with whoever – or whatever – has been following him. David’s never been one to run from his problems if he can help it, but this wasn’t exactly an ordinary situation in or out of dreams. He’s scrabbling for cover as what looks like a beam of light cuts through the air where he was moments before, leaving deep gauges in the pavement. He gives a quick glance back, before noticing he’s not alone, and in true bodyguard fashion, quickly moves over to at least try and cover his apparent comrade in this, hissing –
“The hell are you doing here, we gotta take cover. Persistent piece of-”
“Come out, come out wherever you are, little lizard! Can’t have someone like you running around and hurting people, now can we?”
“… Shit –”
ii-c. my tragedy, if there’s only one way that opens – please save me, fantasy (post 10/4)
The scene here opens on a field of mirrors, and David walking through it, frowning a little before he stops in front of one of them – Nothing seems out of the ordinary – at least at first. After a few moments of studying the mirror, the reflection starts to smirk before scales start to appear on its face, neck, and arms – but this one goes further, as evidenced by the smirk morphing into a lopsided grin, showing off fangs that were definitely not there before, and if David weren’t freaking out right now, he’d say something about how it’s taking the joke on him having a “shark grin” a little too far.
It doesn’t help that the reflection seems to be mouthing something that has the David on this side of the mirror look horrified for a split second before he punches the mirror to shatter it, though it doesn’t split the skin like one would expect considering the scales have now appeared on his hands as well while he screams –
“You’re not me!”
He leaves his fist there for a few moments, chest heaving before he looks back up, eyes wide as the mirror’s fully intact again, reflection laughing at him as it raises a hand, looking more and more monstrous by the minute –
“Guess again. You can’t hide from who you really are, Fafnir.”
(inspo., mood music bc I’m a hack. Bonus – in the mood music link, David’s PB is the one with the curly hair, Tarr’s the one with the long black hair)
iii. get back up off that dream (post-10/4)
Bad enough that this was all going on in his dreams – but of course the one night that he decided to go out and try to clear his head, the same person from his nightmares was now following him in the streets. David’s cursing under his breath again – heartily – as he leans his head against a building wall. He’s tired. So tired.
But he can’t stop now.
He knows he’s being followed, but he can’t confirm it just yet, and he turns his head.
Well, at least it's not who he originally thought it was.
“H- you know what, never mind. We might wanna get out of here, not sure if that crazy bastard’s caught up with us yet.”
iv. in my stolen heart, in my crooked fate (wildcard.)
( feel free to slap down a toplevel at any point this month! If you wanna plot something further, hmu either via PM or on Plurk at
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