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bakerstreet2020-11-01 03:41 pm
madscenes) wrote in bakerstreet2020-11-01 03:41 pm
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sunday funday.
You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)
instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.
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That still was not the correct word. Unfulfilled.]
You are not satisfied.
[But there was no well, no place at the bottom. No stomach to fill but a void, a vast that would take it all and more. There was no end. No completion.
There was just that need for more, shown in every statement he had made since the world ended.]
You can have it in these walls. But outside-
They will try to hunt you. To put you out of a misery you no longer feel.
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[Other avatars. Other beings. Those who might topple the eye. It would come. Even if he couldn't see the future a millennia of knowledge said it would come. But.
The pile of eyes and limbs swims closer.]
Will you protect me?
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[Not Jon. No, not Jon, but the Archivist? The Archive? This thing Jon would become?
That he had protected, nurtured, created. That had been his, would still be his. Martin would not stop them.]
Do you trust me, Archive?
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One tentacle slathered in eyes reached for his ...what? Creator? Torturer?]
I WilL cauSe MoRE FeAr heRe To thE glOry of OuR mAsTer
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Jonah was both.
There was a careful look at the tentacle, and with a soft sigh, let it touch him, the eye in his neck rolling at the feel of that fear.]
Good. I am sure the Beholding will be as pleased as I am.
[The smile was sharp, enough to eviscerate.]
If it could feel happiness, I would imagine it would be as pleased as I am now.
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They have names too. Kent, Mary, Louise. Rachel and Bart.They are worried about being seen.
He sees them all.]
DoEs ThAt PlEaSE yoU
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The smile on Jonah’s lips was a beautiful mix of pain and ecstasy, horror and glory. It hurt. It hurt in the most beautiful ways, in ways he hadn’t felt since he had begun this path. Fresh and new and overwhelming in its utter power.
The breath that left his parted lips was soft, pleased, a sigh impossible to name or replicate. And mingled in it was one single word:]
Y-yes…
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His eyes are blind]
I WAnT yOuR fEar
[It's a give and take yes? His power? He can make him feel things. Time to make him feel good.]
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His own eyes widened, stretched as open as they could possibly go. This was a haunted elation. Every scream, every beat of a frantic heart, every clawed hand trying to swat away hundreds of cameras on poles, in phones. Elias found a sound slipping from his throat, a sigh, a moan, a flinch of pain.
The concentration to keep this form was shattered like glass and the eyes that had been waiting so patiently to make themselves known across Elias’ body began to snap open. Dozens. Hundreds. All shapes, all sizes, all irises of green, depthless pupils of black, and the sclera of the purest illumination. Between where the eyes were, skin was a silhouette of black shadows, and at the top, jutting out of his head, was a golden crown of eyes.
Jonah’s many, many eyes rolled in so many different directions.
Jon was an acolyte of fear, and Jonah was so, so happy to have him as a disciple.]
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Before it withdraws.]
ThErE aRe DifFerEnt ThInGs THAt wE CaN Do
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[The voice was lower, a mix of many, of the voices he had watched for years and seconds, whatever time was now. Jonah’s flesh reverberated with the feeling that appendage granted, like a sound under the skin minutes after impact, rattling among marrow.
The eyes twitched and stared, watching the Archive as the Archive watched him in tow. That was-]
An invitation?
[He – they – would drown in the archives, Jonah knew it. It was too easy to get wrapped up in all the statements there.]
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[There's no means of love - not in the traditional sense - but he has ideas and the look in the creature's eyes is there.]
We CouLd Go anD wE coUld leAve foR the MomEnt. OR stAy...
[He needs direction.]
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Until the others showed and burned them to the ground.
Jonah would not die. Not after everything he had done, everything he had worked so hard for. And he certainly would not die to Martin.]
Go tend to the archives, Jon.
[The eyes, how they glowed.]
I need to watch for them. Upstairs.
A king belongs on his throne.
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[It only makes sense they'd come. He turns back to the darkness and looks over his shoulder. There's no mournful feelings in him but he returns to the glowing orbs, his eyes to the future like a good and grateful dog.]