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Everyone, remember, this guy's not stupid...and he's been inside my subconscious for...what, about half a week, now? I only hope I can put up a good fight for him. He probably is already anticipating what I'm planning, and is moving to counter it as we speak.
I hope I'm just being pessimistic, but...somehow, I doubt it. >.<
I also hope I come through this. After all, one can only dance with death so many times before it catches up to you...
I hope I'm just being pessimistic, but...somehow, I doubt it. >.<
I also hope I come through this. After all, one can only dance with death so many times before it catches up to you...
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Um. Couldn't you just feed Not Me to an even meaner and bigger nightmare monster of something. Oh, I know just the place where to find one. I'm sure the asshole would enjoy the place so much . I know I did .
"Too serve and protect", somethin' bout that gets a lil' blurred when dealin' with the supernatural.
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It's ten to six in the morning... Still kinda reeling over what happened last night.
The bad news is, he got away.
The good news is, both my wife and I are alive, I've learned some new techniques and a new spell, and if he doesn't generate a hostage situation for himself next time, he shouldn't survive another encounter, regardless of any artifacts he's stolen...
When people care for each other and dream about each other, their Dream Pools start coming closer together... Asshole took advantage of that, and when my wife and I went to sleep, he sent a new minion out to Lex's pool to get her. Who and what the minion was no longer matters... What matters is that Lex isn't terribly good at lucid dreaming, and dreams realistic dreams about monsters and zombies enough that she didn't recognize what was going on until it was too late.
I found the minion first, with my wife. I teleported her to me (a simple matter, since it was a dream), and set about dispatching the monster (which was also a simple task).
And then Lex wasn't there anymore... Bastard made me go back into Gabe's territory, deep inside my own subconscious again. I found him and Lex together; he was masquerading as me, and had bound her to the ground, as nearby, a giant spider was bringing a human-shaped kill back to its web, where its young proceeded to tear it to pieces...
She hates spiders, and at this point, she wasn't happy... I've gotta hand it to her, though, she knew already that the fucker wasn't me. She was screaming at him in rage to mask any trace of fear, demanding to know what he'd done with me.
As I came closer in range, keeping in darkness as best I could, she said something that struck a vein. "You were the stupid bitch from the hospital, weren't you?"
Asshole snarled and spun on her, ready to stab her with a sword that looked like Claw, but wasn't...
I moved. I fired a blast of light from one hand, a blast of darkness from the other... I should note that being in the subconscious is different from being in a dream pool. The place only reacts to your emotions, as Bert can tell you... The light-beam disintigrated the fake Claw, and the dark beam knocked Asshole off his feet.
That was when I let negativity overflow me, remembering his first reactions to Gabriel... I felt myself change, black armor hardening over my body, black tattered wings growing from my back, my fingernails elongating into claws...
I was aware, suddenly, that every pair of eyes on this "plane" was on me... They recognized "me", and they wanted me torn apart. In the state I was in, the feeling was invigorating...
So was the feeling of having someone to protect...?
Anyways... I'm sorry to have to cut off here. >.<; But it's taken me more than 20 minutes to type this much, and I need to go get ready for work... I'll post more tonight, promise.
Just be aware that the bastard's on the loose...again. >_<;
The bad news is, he got away.
The good news is, both my wife and I are alive, I've learned some new techniques and a new spell, and if he doesn't generate a hostage situation for himself next time, he shouldn't survive another encounter, regardless of any artifacts he's stolen...
When people care for each other and dream about each other, their Dream Pools start coming closer together... Asshole took advantage of that, and when my wife and I went to sleep, he sent a new minion out to Lex's pool to get her. Who and what the minion was no longer matters... What matters is that Lex isn't terribly good at lucid dreaming, and dreams realistic dreams about monsters and zombies enough that she didn't recognize what was going on until it was too late.
I found the minion first, with my wife. I teleported her to me (a simple matter, since it was a dream), and set about dispatching the monster (which was also a simple task).
And then Lex wasn't there anymore... Bastard made me go back into Gabe's territory, deep inside my own subconscious again. I found him and Lex together; he was masquerading as me, and had bound her to the ground, as nearby, a giant spider was bringing a human-shaped kill back to its web, where its young proceeded to tear it to pieces...
She hates spiders, and at this point, she wasn't happy... I've gotta hand it to her, though, she knew already that the fucker wasn't me. She was screaming at him in rage to mask any trace of fear, demanding to know what he'd done with me.
As I came closer in range, keeping in darkness as best I could, she said something that struck a vein. "You were the stupid bitch from the hospital, weren't you?"
Asshole snarled and spun on her, ready to stab her with a sword that looked like Claw, but wasn't...
I moved. I fired a blast of light from one hand, a blast of darkness from the other... I should note that being in the subconscious is different from being in a dream pool. The place only reacts to your emotions, as Bert can tell you... The light-beam disintigrated the fake Claw, and the dark beam knocked Asshole off his feet.
That was when I let negativity overflow me, remembering his first reactions to Gabriel... I felt myself change, black armor hardening over my body, black tattered wings growing from my back, my fingernails elongating into claws...
I was aware, suddenly, that every pair of eyes on this "plane" was on me... They recognized "me", and they wanted me torn apart. In the state I was in, the feeling was invigorating...
So was the feeling of having someone to protect...?
Anyways... I'm sorry to have to cut off here. >.<; But it's taken me more than 20 minutes to type this much, and I need to go get ready for work... I'll post more tonight, promise.
Just be aware that the bastard's on the loose...again. >_<;
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Razor wrote:At least he's only going after the 'senior' members.
Hahaha..That leaves me out.
If that "living Sleep Disorder" does come around here, he's gonna have a real nasty surprise waiting for him
in the wings.
Have a Nice Day
"Too serve and protect", somethin' bout that gets a lil' blurred when dealin' with the supernatural.
Ugh... Long, hard day getting back into the swing of things... I don't know that I'm up for telling what the whole story, but I can summarize, to the best of my abilities...
So there I was, impersonating Gabriel, in a plane existing in my own subconscious...and pretty much everyone except for Alexis in that plane wanted me dead. And since Gabe had had some 8-10 years to populate that plane with all manner of corrupt negative entities, that was a lot of things who were out for my blood.
The good news was, out of all of them, only one could inflict wounds on my physical body. The bad news was, any of the others could still destroy my soul...
Well, needless to say, those aren't my kind of odds.
Knowing the dangers, I started infusing myself with more negativity, drawing from my subconscious, itself, while drawing Asshole's attacks to myself, and away from Alexis... He hadn't forgotten about her, but I was doing my damnedest to multitask, and make it hard as hell for him to even think of turning towards her without the threat of getting proverbially sodomized.
The plane started to fracture, but there were a lot fewer enemies, now.
That's when Asshole started playing hardball. I wasn't letting him get close to Alexis, and he seemed to be getting pissed off over it... With my subconscious literally starting to fall apart around our ears, he started attacking me, directly. The negativity in me lashed out at him of its own accord, but he ignored the caustic shadows that flowed out of me into himself...
Except it was less that he was ignoring it, more like he was completely immune to it.
It was the armor; stylized after Ron's armor, it was protecting him from my darkness... We were both moving fast, and so were our minds. I started casting a spell... He realized too late what I was doing, and moved to try to stop me. As he reached for me, I reached out and grabbed him by the wrist; my anti-armor spell hit him hard, shattering his armor, and leaving him vulnerable... As the shadows flowed from me once more and enveloped him, I started seeing wounds opening up from past battles he's been in... I recognized the stab marks Alexis described. I recognized Claw's tooth-marks in his arm. I saw a lot of other wounds that he was either hiding, or had only superficially healed...
As the shadows ate away at him, he let out a shriek of rage; I'm not sure if there was a spell behind it, if the shriek was masking him casting a spell, or if there was just that much force behind it, but it sent me staggering back, cracks forming in my black armor, and it damned near ripped Alexis' arms and legs off from their bindings... Fortunately, her bindings gave before her limbs did, and she was simply blown over...
Before either of us could react, he was gone, slipping through the cracks of my fractured subconscious... He was out of my head, out of my mind, out of my soul, and back into the Dreamstream before I could draw my next shuddering breath, and figure out how to stop him...
So now he's on the loose, and my subconscious is mended, and under renovations. I have an anti-armor spell which is mostly untested, and no real desire or will to test it. I know where a good depository of negativity within me rests, and can now access it at will. Alexis is fine; put down last night as "a really weird dream".
All in all, I've gained more from this experience than I've lost, overall... I lost Mr. Asshole, but I didn't technically have him before all this BS, so in a lot of ways, I didn't technically lose him, either... I wish I could've killed him, but if I keep dwelling on my failures, I'm gonna invite more negativity into myself than I can handle again, and I'm sure Bert doesn't wanna have to help me with that. Again. Nor would I ask anyone else to...
So, I'll just try to look at the positive in this...
So there I was, impersonating Gabriel, in a plane existing in my own subconscious...and pretty much everyone except for Alexis in that plane wanted me dead. And since Gabe had had some 8-10 years to populate that plane with all manner of corrupt negative entities, that was a lot of things who were out for my blood.
The good news was, out of all of them, only one could inflict wounds on my physical body. The bad news was, any of the others could still destroy my soul...
Well, needless to say, those aren't my kind of odds.
Knowing the dangers, I started infusing myself with more negativity, drawing from my subconscious, itself, while drawing Asshole's attacks to myself, and away from Alexis... He hadn't forgotten about her, but I was doing my damnedest to multitask, and make it hard as hell for him to even think of turning towards her without the threat of getting proverbially sodomized.
The plane started to fracture, but there were a lot fewer enemies, now.
That's when Asshole started playing hardball. I wasn't letting him get close to Alexis, and he seemed to be getting pissed off over it... With my subconscious literally starting to fall apart around our ears, he started attacking me, directly. The negativity in me lashed out at him of its own accord, but he ignored the caustic shadows that flowed out of me into himself...
Except it was less that he was ignoring it, more like he was completely immune to it.
It was the armor; stylized after Ron's armor, it was protecting him from my darkness... We were both moving fast, and so were our minds. I started casting a spell... He realized too late what I was doing, and moved to try to stop me. As he reached for me, I reached out and grabbed him by the wrist; my anti-armor spell hit him hard, shattering his armor, and leaving him vulnerable... As the shadows flowed from me once more and enveloped him, I started seeing wounds opening up from past battles he's been in... I recognized the stab marks Alexis described. I recognized Claw's tooth-marks in his arm. I saw a lot of other wounds that he was either hiding, or had only superficially healed...
As the shadows ate away at him, he let out a shriek of rage; I'm not sure if there was a spell behind it, if the shriek was masking him casting a spell, or if there was just that much force behind it, but it sent me staggering back, cracks forming in my black armor, and it damned near ripped Alexis' arms and legs off from their bindings... Fortunately, her bindings gave before her limbs did, and she was simply blown over...
Before either of us could react, he was gone, slipping through the cracks of my fractured subconscious... He was out of my head, out of my mind, out of my soul, and back into the Dreamstream before I could draw my next shuddering breath, and figure out how to stop him...
So now he's on the loose, and my subconscious is mended, and under renovations. I have an anti-armor spell which is mostly untested, and no real desire or will to test it. I know where a good depository of negativity within me rests, and can now access it at will. Alexis is fine; put down last night as "a really weird dream".
All in all, I've gained more from this experience than I've lost, overall... I lost Mr. Asshole, but I didn't technically have him before all this BS, so in a lot of ways, I didn't technically lose him, either... I wish I could've killed him, but if I keep dwelling on my failures, I'm gonna invite more negativity into myself than I can handle again, and I'm sure Bert doesn't wanna have to help me with that. Again. Nor would I ask anyone else to...
So, I'll just try to look at the positive in this...
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