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| Emne: Caught in violent gesticulations Tirs Sep 28, 2021 5:49 am | |
| LOCATION: The South woods, near one of the lakes DATE: 5th of October 2021 TIME: evening, its getting darker by the minute WEATHER: It's a bit gloomy and windy ATTIRE: LinkTOPIC FOR: @Ozzy___________________________ Amelia hadn't spent much time in Gaia nor Aston in her long life, but in the end her travels had sought her to this godforsaken place. The darkness hung over the borders to the region, and she had felt it consume her the second she had taken the first step here. But this place was also filled with magic and power like she never had felt it before. Amelia liked being out in the woods, her magic always felt more grounded when she was outside. One could argue what the witch was going out here so deep in the forest when the dark nights had started to consume the sky so early, but the truth was she just didn't care. Amelia felt like she had to be here, so she kept walking further into the darkened forest. The moon tried its best to light up her path, but it was far from enough, a bolt of pure energy was projected next to her, and it glowed like a lantern to guide her. It was a simple spell to make the light ball float, and follow her movements, giving her the chance to see where she was going. The deeper she entered the forest, the darker it got as the hours past. She was alone out here with the heavy sound of her heartbeat that seemed to echo in the forest, but were you ever truly alone? Amelia could feel the cold air started to brush against her skin, making her uncomfortable. She could turn around at any time, she could just return home. She nodded to herself and was about to turn around when she thought she heard something, something else than just her heart beating or the sound of animals in the forest - or maybe it was just that, an animal in the forest. The blonde witch split the bolt of light into two, making the second one fly over to the whereabouts of the sound. There she saw him on the ground, looking rather helpless, Amelia was barely sure he was alive. Once again the pull to just run away and get back to the city stung her, making her take a deeper breath in before she sighed a bit at herself before walking towards the stranger on the ground. She could very well at least check if he was alive and make a choice based on that. "Please be dead," she mumbled to herself as she approached him and squatted down beside him. Amelia was a witch with powers that made her the embodiment of sleep, dreams, and everything in between, it didn't take her more than a gentle touch on his arm to know he was alive. He was just knocked out cold. "Not dead, great," Amelia clicked her tongue a little bit, letting her eyes scan the victim. Amelia took another and deeper breath in, it was not safe out here. Demons and vampires roamed the forest. So, she lifted her left hand towards his face, letting her index finger touch the middle of his forehead, using her powers to make the banshee wake up from his slumber. |
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Humør : "I don’t know who I am; I don’t know where I am, but. I am here, and I am really tired of these goddamn scientists. Like, really—just leave the dead be." Antal indlæg : 1
| Emne: Sv: Caught in violent gesticulations Tirs Sep 28, 2021 11:44 am | |
| A dream; a sure yet sorry state, that any-one is to experience, try as they might to avoid its weakening pull. To sleep; it is akin to willingly rendering yourself paralyzed, and to stare ahead blankly , into a profane mirror of your own morbid, shattered consciousness. But of what may a man with no memory dream. For if the state of dreams is defined by memory and emotion, then what is there to be built? What remains, as all else has been taken, and the otherwise curious mind is left totally, and completely vacuous of insight and imaginations. The brief answer is nothing; there is nothing—sights and smells are all void concepts in a lucid world, such as this. But, one thing does remain, yet it is to a banshee’s perpetual dismay. A voice. A voice which starts in a low, resonating hum, but it always refuses to be stagnant. It grows and expands quickly, becoming deafeningly loud, and where there was once a singular, lonesome voice, which sang its depressing hymns—by the end, there was a choir of unintelligible screeching. Was it even possible to pick out a voice amongst the screeching masses? The Banshee did not know; The Banshee would likely never know, as all he could ever muster to do in these dreams, surmounted to keeling over, and feebly covering his ears.
The man’s eyes snapped open, and as all of the information hit him, his brain seemed to grind to a slowed halt. It was as if he had been thrust deep underwater, yet was quickly dragged, pulled from the darkened depths, just as he had adapted to the otherworldly pressures. His breathing was ragged, desperate, and as his eyes flickered around wildly, reality had finally managed to set in. This moment of chaos; this expression of sheer terror and confusion, was almost in an instant washed away. It washed away so swift, and all that remained on the pale face of Viktor Hertzfeld; a morbid curiosity. A faint, yet clear smile overtook his thinned lips, as he began to try to move. Sure, he felt every muscle in his body ache, as they cried out to him, but at the very least he had to make himself appear somewhat confident. He knew painfully well how he must have appeared, and the thought of it bothered him, unending. His green eyes shun, albeit not much, as they took in the nature around him. But, of course, there was no form of recollection to be had. Which was disappointing, surely, but Viktor had not expected much, anyways. He had travelled here, as he believed that a place of magics such as this, would help in furthering his research. Perhaps it would make him remember—in truth, he knew not what to expect. Simply put; he had felt drawn, and now—he was in such a compromised position.
“Oh, well, do excuse me. It was hardly my intent to be a cause of trouble for you.” Viktor’s voice was clear, precise, even if his old accent remained still, somewhat. It was with a fair bit of trouble that he sat himself upright—he’d note, of course, how dirty his suit had gotten, as he had laid on the forested floor. He resisted the urge to project his frustrations over this, and instead—only a quiet snicker, would escape his thin lips. “My, how unfortunate is this. Unfortunate, indeed. Again, I do apologise—this is hardly a good representation of who I am.” His smile was, to others, uncomfortably forced. He’d run a shaky hand through his dirty-black hair, as he finally stood; he had, of course, no clue as to how he should approach this situation at hand. “Goodness. Where are we, if I may? It’s quite the ominous place, don’t you think? I don’t… recall where this is. Pardon, but who are you again? My head is more than a tad bit foggy—I can’t remember, if I’ve met you before.”
The Banshee would think back to the dream he had; the nightmare that he had miraculously escaped from. He recalled the voice; it was low and unnaturally calm, and it sent shivers run down his spine. Of course, he knew not why this calming voice haunted him, but he figured that it was the familiarity of it, that made him feel uneasy. “In case I have not—my name is Viktor Hertzfeld. I am a… researcher? A librarian, I think…” A thoughtful expression claimed Viktor’s face, but only for a moment. “Anyhow, could you please tell me where I am.” |
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| Emne: Sv: Caught in violent gesticulations Ons Okt 20, 2021 9:31 am | |
| Now, the older witch had seen much in her life time, more than she sometimes cared to admit. But this man surely did take her by a surprise, it was how he got back to himself so slowly but still faster than she expected him to. What had happened to him, she had no idea, and it was the pure curiosity that kept her sitting by his side as his eyes looked around like a deer trapped in the lights of a car. From the way he was dressed, it just seemed so absurd, who would have taken such interest in a man like that? Amelia took a deeper breath in, trying to figure out what had happened. Then he spoke, which was really when reality hit and she realized just how far gone the man was. He spoke in such way she hadn't heard in many years, making her look perhaps a little too puzzled. Her accent was far more modern, blending in with the times as the years had past her. "It's quite alright sir," she replied with a softer smile, as he mentioned that this wasn't the best representation of him, it really wasn't, but in all fairness she didn't blame him. Amelia understood if he felt out of it, out of his time, even if he was scared out of his mind: after all they were in the dark forest in the middle of the night, and she was a stranger.
Amelia started to look a little around as he became more clear about where he was, saying he had no clue about his whereabouts - to be frank, neither did she. She didn't come around these parts often. Then he asked who she was. Now, Amelia could easily lie, tell him he had just forgotten her, because clearly his mind was foggy - it was the first thing she had noticed when she had touched his forehead earlier on. "My name is Amelia Wesley, and you sir, find yourself in one of the greater forests in the region, very close to Moonlight Falls," she informed him with a slim smile. Amelia pressed her brows just an inch together, blinking a little, it was hard to see much in the darkness where the projected light was the only thing giving her some sort of sight of how he appeared to her. She gracefully raised her left brow a little bit, when he presented himself. Viktor, librarian researcher, now this was information she could use to make some sort of sense to why people might have wanted to pull a prank on him, or what ever they had done. "You are near Moonlight Falls, as I briefly mentioned. Do you have any idea how you ended out here in the woods Viktor?" |
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