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May 2023 It's been hectic this last year, but we are alive and celebrating our fifth year of adventure and tales. A lot has been worked on to help make the Monoverse one that everyone can enjoy and explore their story while becoming a part of the greater cosmos. All of you, new and long time players, stay safe, and see you in the Sea of Stars!
----- "WE NEED A MEDIC" "Subject going into shock" "Douse in Silver Sulfadiazine, administer epinephrine, get the Defib" ----- The world had been a red haze of pain and static, the last thing she remembered was working on a faulty cable, there must've been an explosion. The ghosts were practically screaming now, perhaps in anticipation of another companion joining them, perhaps lamenting what had befallen their favorite subject to toy with. ----- "Full recovery expected, quick response commendable, leave them be" "We'll get another crewman to replace 'em, teach em your department when they come to" -----
Taking another drink from the half-empty bottle, Lemon looked out the tinted window of her lair, staring at the glittering lights of the city, she needed to get out and drown the memories in thought. Pulling on her hoodie and holstering three knives she made for the Outrider's Reach, she'd been staking that bar out for a couple weeks, the clientele was varied but she'd witnessed enough drunken toss-outs to know the security there was tough. Most importantly, it would be busy, loud as hell, and have plenty of high proof spirits safe for human consumption.
"Hey Kid! Where's yer parents, didn't they ever tell you not to go out alone?" She stopped as several taller humanoids blocked her path, looking up she saw what she expected, basic street thugs. Not in the mood for violence, she simply sighed and mustered some mental energy.
"Where'd she go? You guys saw her right?", "Yeah, I saw her, freaky shit.", "You think it was a ghost?" She stared at them as they gawked around, simply continuing on her way once an opening appeared between them, the likelihood of them figuring out what happened was almost none, they probably didn't even have the capacity to understand that food doesn't just magically appear in the supermarket. Soon, soon she'd have a nice tall glass of Emeraldine Melon Liquor, one of the reasons she actually gave in and brushed away the paranoia just a little bit. Most Bars didn't carry the stuff, and it was her favorite.
Post by Lemon Jankins on May 11, 2023 10:13:39 GMT
----- She stands in a dimly lit corridor, the lights grin and flicker with laughter, other lights are missing teeth and cast only darkness with their twisted frowns. Walking down, the edges of her vision writhe with shadows as they consume everything she steps past, her eyes remain ever forward, daring not to look back.
The whispering licks at her heels and she picks up pace, grabbing bottles and tossing them back to shatter and scatter; she looked for a way out, any window, any door, hole in the wall, or branch in the path. No Windows, the doors are locked, the holes have eyes, and the path remains straight and dark; the path gradually fills with more and more broken glass as she tosses the bottles back, crunching beneath her feet. She slips. ----- Lemon's eyes snap open and survey the room, no hostiles, no grinning lights, the boarded up windows leak with rain and red light. Rolling over, she sees another empty bottle, explaining the pounding headache. It was time to get some water, and write yet another note to not drink before going to bed that she'd forget about later. Biting into a lime, she focused on the crisp green flavour, there was much that had to be done.
The sun shone through a canopy of leaves, revealing a chair of moss. The trees slowly crept closer, closing gaps, obscuring exit paths, but the chair remained untouched. She looked around, the shadows in the trees shifting from gap to gap, distant laughter, growling, and screams filtering through the crackling of warping wood. Sometimes the glint of white teeth could be caught flashing in grins and open maws.
"SIT"
The ground shook with the demand, the trees all leaned back as the sun seared their leaves, the scent of smoke filled the air, the moss of the chair was untouched, the dew glittering like diamonds. She found herself in the chair, no transit, no burns, only blinding light. And then the sun went out.
The snapping of roots and groaning of trunks grew to a roar as the ground lurched, the moss wrapping around her as it surged forward, catapulting her through a fresh tunnel filled with fleeing things screeching as they leapt out of the path of the rushing moss. Lights shone from the woods themselves, eyes casting beams of illumination, glowing fruits, and gleaming cracks in trunks spilling water. She felt a scream emerge from her throat, but heard nothing over the din of rumbling earth and foliage.
The earth faded away, lights turning to stars, and trees to shifting clouds of colour and lightning. The moss blew away as dust in the wind blowing against her face, a light in the distance growing in intensity, it's heat bathing her face as her back froze in darkness. Her eyes baked, tears blasted away as the light turned into a rapidly approaching inferno; ice grew on her back, cracking it apart. The flesh was burned away and ground to nothing by the fire and ice.
She felt nothing, saw everything. Her mind unable to grasp lack of form, she tried to curl up but couldn't, she drifted apart. ----- Lemon woke up on the ground, the bitter taste of stomach acid in her mouth. Jolting up she smacked her head on the bedframe and the jolt of pain told her she was awake, the vomit was real, and she needed to cough up more.