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Post by Situation on Jan 9, 2009 1:33:45 GMT -5
Once inside the clinic, Iole finds Oliver safe and sound. But his claws are embedded in the chest of a tall thin man with glasses, pinned to wall against his own medical tools. The ghost of August's last smile stretches across his face. Oliver doesn't even turn to look at her as he speaks.
"I's done. I di' it."
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Post by Iole on Jan 9, 2009 2:18:50 GMT -5
::Iole is both relieved and saddened to see Oliver. Relieved that he's safe, and saddened that she didn't get to him in time. August had been wicked and done cruel things, but who were they to decide he deserved this?::
Ollie, let's get you out of here. It'll be bad if Ames catches you in here.
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Post by Situation on Jan 9, 2009 18:36:36 GMT -5
"Don' ya thin' I'm a murd'r now? Ain't ya mad?"
Oliver slowly starts to turn around, letting August's limp form fall.
"Y'know, i's funny. When I did it, it fel' good. I liked i'. But now... I don' thin' I can stop."
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Post by Iole on Jan 9, 2009 18:37:25 GMT -5
Ollie... you're scaring me.
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Post by Situation on Jan 9, 2009 18:40:22 GMT -5
"Am I?" When Oliver finally turns around, he bares his fangs which are dripping with blood. His eyes glow a fiery red. "Good!"
Like a cat to a mouse he pounces Iole, trying to claw at her throat. "Wanna play a game Iole? You love games don' ya?"
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Post by Iole on Jan 9, 2009 18:44:17 GMT -5
::Trying to regather her senses, Iole kicks Oliver off of her and struggles back to her feet. She flees the clinic as fast as her little feet can carry her. She tries to transform, but finds that she's unable to. She's trapped in her frail human form, forced to try and escape on foot::
This isn't real! August is showing me this! He has to be! But... that means he got Oliver too! I have to find him before it's too late!
::She takes off further down the street, not even looking back to see if the deranged version of Oliver is following her::
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Post by Situation on Jan 9, 2009 23:45:27 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTYwkFoMe....FB3F55&index=53Just a little further down the way, Iole can see Eva barring her path, but in a condition Iole knows well; her demon form. Eva's eyes glow red and her night black hair writhes in a non-existent wind. Her fingers bear bright red claws. "He's not the only one Iole. I have known the joys of bloodshed." Rainii emerges from just behind her, smiling a cruel dark smile that Iole has never seen her wear before. "I killed your precious Auntie. I can lie all I want about how sorry I am, but the truth is, I hated her at the end, and I enjoyed killing her. I'm only sorry I couldn't do it over and over again." Dante is next, holding his katana slung casually over his shoulder as he sneers. His body is glowing with those strange green pyrefiles that hover around him from time to time. "You could not imagine the sins I commited before I met you." Iole can feel someone come up behind her, and if she turns around she'll meet the glassy black eyes of Nyx who has her sais at the ready. "I killed, sometimes with reason and sometimes without. And each time I felt nothing. Killing comes naturally to me. Perhaps you'd like to see what it's like." The last to appear is Natalia at her side. "Four hundred years of slaughter and war I had to my credit before Rainii killed me. These are the 'Heroes' you worship Iole. We are killers, murderers, and monsters. We're no better than Loci or the Order."
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Post by Iole on Jan 10, 2009 19:57:37 GMT -5
::Iole's knees start to tremble as she stares into these twisted versions of the people she loves::
This isn't real. You're not real. You can't hurt me.
::She clenches her little fists at her sides, unsure of what (if anything) she can do. All she knows right now is that she has to get to Oliver. But how is she going to get past them?::
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Post by Situation on Jan 10, 2009 20:01:04 GMT -5
Eva is the first to move, baring her teeth like a wolf to a lamb. "I think you'll find that we can. Come here Iole." The "heroes" Iole knows begin to close in around her, Natalia and Rainii creating spells in their hands to throw, Nyx and Dante with their blades at the ready, and Eva with no more than her claws.
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Post by Iole on Jan 10, 2009 23:41:29 GMT -5
::Somehow Eva, the only one who is unarmed, frightens Iole the most. The others she was able to overlook, because she knew they never acted this way. This was all made up. But Eva... she had seen Eva in this form. She watched her stab Natalia, and then turn on the others before she got a hold of herself. But that fear fades quickly as Iole pulls herself together::
This is all from my memories. He's inside my head. And if these people are all based on what I remember, then I should know how to get past them.
::She waits until the others get closer, waiting for the right moment. After what seems like forever, that moment comes when both Natalia and Rainii hurl their spells. She jumps out of the way, and as luck would have it, the two sorceresses end up hitting each other with their own attacks, being blasted off their feet. Iole spins down to the ground, putting out her leg, aiming for the weak spot on Nyx's leg. Vincent had injured her leg once with his Urami, and it hadn't quite healed properly. Nyx falls on her back. Next Iole plants herself between Dante and Eva. The red eyed version of her big sister brings her claws down for Iole just as Dante moves in with his sword. The girl grabs Dante by his trenchcoat and pulls him closer to Eva. Eva's claws end up in Dante's chest where the memory trigger is stored. They pierce the device which starts to smoke, and Dante falls to his knees, coughing heavily. Eva remains stuck in his chest, trying to pry her fingers free. Iole dashes past them once more::
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Post by Situation on Jan 11, 2009 1:35:44 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRxUpHHVINQIole finds her path barred one more time. This time the one who stands in her way is a figure shrouded in a ragged black cloak. His face is hidden beneath his hood save for a fanged wolf like snout and a pair of glowing topaz eyes. The air around her grows very cold as recognition washes over her. She saw him at the show Adrian helped them put on, she felt this presence at the festival, and most importantly, she saw him sketched on nearly every page of Echidna's notebook. The King in Yellow. "Black, white, good, bad, you see things in absolutes. We tend to see people the way we wish they were. For so long you have put those people on pedastals that you've been able to overlook their more carnal nature. And it's the same for you my little shifting one. It's easy to forget that you are killing when you cast off your human shell and give into your instincts."
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Post by Iole on Jan 11, 2009 15:24:18 GMT -5
::Iole's feet skid to a stop when she sees the creature from the notebook::
You again. What are you? Why are you here?
::There is silence between the two of them, and Iole doesn't really know what to say for a moment::
Are you with August? Are you helping him? Are you the one that has us trapped in this waking hell of ours? What do you want from us?
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Post by Situation on Jan 11, 2009 15:30:32 GMT -5
"Who am I? What am I? I am simply a figment of your imagination. A manifestation of your subconcious. Perhaps a case of indegestion. The lingering result of spiked wine from the festival. I have not trapped you. You are within your own mind are you not? If you find you can't get out, perhaps it is you who have trapped yourself. This is simply your fears showing themselves before you; that everyone you hold dear are becoming, or already were what you fight against. Don't fight it. Embrace it. It's only natural for them to be that way. By denying it, you are not only denying theirs, but your own most basic nature. You seem to be laboring under the delusion that these people can be saved. But it's folly."
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Post by Iole on Jan 11, 2009 17:28:44 GMT -5
::Iole glares at the thing in front of her::
You're talking about Rena aren't you. There was still hope for her. There's always hope. Who were you to take that away from her. No matter how bad or vengeful people seem, they all deserve a chance. Anyone can be saved.
::She stands her ground firmly, refusing to back down::
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Post by Situation on Jan 11, 2009 17:52:56 GMT -5
Though she can't clearly see his face, Iole can tell that The King seems intrigued by the idea. "Such naivete. Ideal yes, but not at all true. Very well then, show me. Show me this power you claim to have to save anyone. Take this person off the path of vengeance that he has charted for himself."
The king raises the end of his cloak, covering the way ahead from view. He lowers it again, and a small distance off, emerging from a back alley is Oliver. He seems frightened and confused as he staggers forward.
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Post by Iole on Jan 12, 2009 13:06:24 GMT -5
Ollie? Ollie!
::Something about this Oliver tells her it's the real one. Somehow they've managed to find each other in their respective nightmares::
Ollie come on. You don't have to be scared anymore. Let's go find Kenny.
"Tis aint happin!" Oliver cries out as he shuts his eyes hard, huddling up close to himself. His body quivers and shakes, muscles twitching and moving on their own accord.
"Ollie, come on it's me. You know, Dog Girl? Are you feeling okay?"
"No... no..." Mutters Oliver in a cry of fear.
Iole steps forward cautiously, trying not to startle him, her footsteps creating a crunching sound with each step over the packed snow. "Ollie, I'm your friend. I'm here now, We can get out of here. There's nothing to be scared of anymore.
"Don'tak anoter step!" Screams Oliver at the top of his lungs, like a wailing banshee he shrieks. His eyes ablaze with a primitive urge, burning from the prolific scent of fresh blood and meat. He shakes his head, trying to force the urge out of him; tossing the shiv to the ground. "No, tis not real. Mus foocus."
"Come here Ollie, let me make it all better." Iole takes another step closer to Oliver, a hand reaching out to take the boy.
Oliver growls deep and lowly, his eyes resonating with a deep silver hue. His arms shaking violently, as if they're going to shatter themselves under his strain. His flicks both his hands at his sides, protracting claws that once laid dormant. They are long,specially for his tiny hands, and sharp from little use. Claws spring forth into the snow from his foot paws as well, clenching to the ground, as he doubles over, trying to restrain himself. "Don.. do tis ta me... Stoppp..." He snarls out in tears, his teeth clenching hard, fangs blared, nostrils flaring as he hyperventilates.
"Ollie stop it! It's me!" Iole exclaims with desperation as she takes another step forward.
"NOO!" Oliver, seemingly unable to control himself anymore sweeps his right clawed hand at her. Those long claws that he doesn't seem able to hold back any longer swipe her stomach. She gasps as she feels her old scar re-open. She holds her hand to her stomach and looks at Oliver with pleading eyes.
"Ol...Ollie?" She can feel her blood, searing hot against the cold as it runs through her fingers, spreading quickly. She falls to her knees, her surroundings quickly becoming out of focus. The last thing she hears before she hits the ground is shrill laughter. A woman somewhere nearby cackles madly.
??: "You lose!"
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