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thefoundation2020-05-03 08:33 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2020-05-03 08:33 pm
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RECORDING 10: THE FOURTH WEEK.
A fourth week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. The last trial took it's toll, along with the death of an innocent person - executed at behest of the rules of this game.
When you wake up - it's clear the Miasma has yet again gotten thicker. Everyone, including those who were divinely protected until this week, are now even more deeply affected by the curse - though those who possess nullification powers are still safe. Arguments will be flaring up more, along with negative thoughts and feelings...and even more worrying is now that occasional flashes of bad memories will come to the forefront.
Any magic that touches the house itself will corrode over time, just like last week. If a barrier is put in place and touches the floor, walls, or ceiling, in half a day it will be completely consumed by the miasma and fizzle out. Spells or seals will also corrode, and now healing has been drastically reduced to even the most powerful of spells only healing minor injuries.
You will not be able to save a grievously injured person from death through spells anymore.
The Temperature still remains in about the 60's, thankfully - though it is staying on the 'lower' end of the scale. As before, the rooms have changed, so hopefully you kept anything essential in the static area.
21 of your number still remain.
...What new horrors await you this week?
cw: mention of underaged drinking, possible emeto?
The smell is old, barely detectable, but familiar - he detested the smell of cigarettes... but he kind of miss it now, it was something normal. There's... five bottles missing? Did someone else get here, or did Dazai get his bottles here? He found a bottle of Armagnac, pouring himself a small shot glass.
A-Count... Americans are ridiculous about spirits. He starts the sip, then the smell hits him, a memory forcing its way in, first pleasant then suddenly it was acrid smoke, blood and death, blank eyes and frantic words.
The glass clatters on the table as he suddenly wheezes, eyes wide as saucers as he all but threw himself to the floor, his arm upending the bottle in the process as he lands on his knees, hands clasping over his mouth. Why? Why now? Why is it suddenly so hard to breathe? Why? Why him? Why did it have to be him...?]
[Sometime later, he can be seen leaving the showers, after splashing his face in the sink, his bangs still wet and looking much more haggard than he did this morning - he seems to be trying to avoid people]
[Much later - hours, when it might be evening, though it is hard to tell in this place - he can be found in the Ballroom, sword out, seeming to be dueling with an imaginary adversary, his electric blue lightning seem to have lost its whitish aura, looking more a byzantine blue, maybe even Indigo in the light. There's something extremely cold and calculating in how he's moving as compared to when he practised in the greenhouse]
Smoking lounge
He doesn't think - just moves, placing a hand on Ky's shoulder.]
Kiske! Kiske-kun! Hey...!
Re: Smoking lounge
`You have to go!` 'Don't look back, you must survive'.
Ky's shoulders tremble, a shiver going down his spine - then he made a loud, ungodly half-squawk, half-cry at the sudden noise as he suddenly twists away, before staring at Battler, confused, uncertain]
Ba... ? What...?
Re: Smoking lounge
[He's never been around someone doing under this, but...]
It's okay. You're okay, Kiske-kun.
Re: Smoking lounge
[He rasps, breath hitching, the wild look in his eyes starts to fade, though he's still pale and trembling as he swallows feeling bile start to rise. Ky looks around, owlish blinking as he seems to have just woken up]
Why did I...? UGh, damn it - this damn Miasma did it again...
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Do you need me to get you some water, or anything else?
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Water... yes, water would be good.
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[It doesn't take him long at all before he returns, handing Ky a glass.]
Here. Drink slowly.
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ballroom;
Oh? What's spurred on the motivation behind all of this?
[ And in front of the ghosts, no less. Though once again, there was merit to keeping oneself in shape for a mortal...this seemed different than just normal practice. ]
Re: ballroom;
I needed to focus.
[The darker blue lightning dissipates]
My head was getting too clouded over the weekend.
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[ This weekend was...a total and complete shitshow, so how could he not give him that. ]
...It also appears that the color of your lightning has changed.
[ And he kind of doubted it was intentional, judging by the kind of hint of indigo in there. Unless Ky wanted to try to assert as much. ]
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[He held a hand up, little a small spark dance across the palm of his hand]
I'm starting to think it's now affecting all magic, not just the healing spells.
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[ He could feel the disgusting miasma as if it were even more far too close for comfort than it already was before. It was an affront to him on multiple levels. ]
...I see also no point in hiding the fact that this accursed place has finally delivered on the promise of producing an effect upon my person. As time goes on, that will be evident, just as much as it will likely be with other's abilities as well besides your own.
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There's something about how my magic feels - it's somehow heavier and wilder than it should be. I cannot completely trust if this is true or my perceptions being colored by the miasma.
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I believe it is both.
The miasma is, at its core, a form of corruption. It distorts, twists, and perverts everything it can touch or influence. Thereby affecting you, it affects what is channeled by you, because in the end, you are linked to your magic. There is no degree of separation.