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quietplacelogs2018-02-26 08:08 pm
musubitori) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-02-26 08:08 pm
We've opened the door and now it's all coming through...
Featuring: Houou and anyone else he encounters, close cr or not.
What's happening: Houou's reset, but he's been missing since the 16th.
What day: February 20th - 25th
CW: Mental distress, death talk, split personalities, possible violence. Houou is not in a good place.
Notes: ota unless stated otherwise! Houou's not used to being helpless and this is the second time he's encountered the feeling and he does not like it. The other personalities he has access to are also very different from his own and he'll be very vulnerable to any mind control/aura/telepathy etc, more so than usual. Open also to network threads and personalised starters/assumed cr!
Reset Room
[ He remembers snow. The tall figure of the Kotoryuu, Togame-dono....Kyouken. Then. Then? Houou-sama's voice, a spray of blood-- Danzien, so quick, so painless. Kawauso's head, then body hitting the snow, staining it-- but isn't he...Kawauso?
The memory swims, he sees his own back, makes the strike, but at the same time hears his own voice, feels his body drop--
Houou finally sits up in the semi familiar surrounding of the reset room and is instantly assaulted by the vision of a creature straight from nightmare - another memory - dark and frantic and then...Darkness.
Sound Eaters.
That creature? It was his last thought certainly, but- what was he doing? Where is he again? And...Who? ]
House Three
[ He's made it...home? Houou's followed his feet to a room with a curtained window, with a familiar feel and orientation. It's a little spartan, but he remembers this walk to this door and his mind is craving the sense of safety if summons. It's strange though because he recalls so many other homes. Different layouts and rooms, shared quarters, but also solitary-- so many things different - woods, then a valley, but also higher ground - and sounds. There's no sound here though, the streets and people are quiet and that's important somehow, connected to those creatures.
Houou approaches the futon, sinks onto it's soft surface and settles with his back to the wall. He's instantly at ease like this, but the sense of loss is crushing. He curls in on himself, knees pulled up and finally sees what he's wearing-- These colours are wrong though surely? this is Houou-sama's, is it not? He has no mirror to be sure, but there's a longer fall of hair over his shoulder and Houou lets his head drop against his knees as everything swims. He's Houou. But this is not his village, or his world and he's forgetting something very important, but that's nothing compared to what he's lost. All of them. Gone.
Has he even mourned them yet?
Has there been time?
Maybe now then. ]
Wandering
[ He feels wrung out like an old cloth and sleep holds no rest. Every time Houou closes his eyes, things seem more complicated. Flashes of fighting, of nightmare creatures, of a sunny smile and sunnier hair - so important somehow, but how? - and faces around him, so familiar, but not a single name to be found in his mind.
He's subconsciously sticking to the sand paths, copying those around him - though most are asleep or at least heading to their houses now - and wandering, though perhaps not lost. His internal compass is strong enough to lead him around, to double back to the house that houses his room, but he's simply filling time and fighting off exhaustion.
There's so much to sort through, but at least he's moving. ]
Wild Card
Come at me!
What's happening: Houou's reset, but he's been missing since the 16th.
What day: February 20th - 25th
CW: Mental distress, death talk, split personalities, possible violence. Houou is not in a good place.
Notes: ota unless stated otherwise! Houou's not used to being helpless and this is the second time he's encountered the feeling and he does not like it. The other personalities he has access to are also very different from his own and he'll be very vulnerable to any mind control/aura/telepathy etc, more so than usual. Open also to network threads and personalised starters/assumed cr!
Reset Room
[ He remembers snow. The tall figure of the Kotoryuu, Togame-dono....Kyouken. Then. Then? Houou-sama's voice, a spray of blood-- Danzien, so quick, so painless. Kawauso's head, then body hitting the snow, staining it-- but isn't he...Kawauso?
The memory swims, he sees his own back, makes the strike, but at the same time hears his own voice, feels his body drop--
Houou finally sits up in the semi familiar surrounding of the reset room and is instantly assaulted by the vision of a creature straight from nightmare - another memory - dark and frantic and then...Darkness.
Sound Eaters.
That creature? It was his last thought certainly, but- what was he doing? Where is he again? And...Who? ]
House Three
[ He's made it...home? Houou's followed his feet to a room with a curtained window, with a familiar feel and orientation. It's a little spartan, but he remembers this walk to this door and his mind is craving the sense of safety if summons. It's strange though because he recalls so many other homes. Different layouts and rooms, shared quarters, but also solitary-- so many things different - woods, then a valley, but also higher ground - and sounds. There's no sound here though, the streets and people are quiet and that's important somehow, connected to those creatures.
Houou approaches the futon, sinks onto it's soft surface and settles with his back to the wall. He's instantly at ease like this, but the sense of loss is crushing. He curls in on himself, knees pulled up and finally sees what he's wearing-- These colours are wrong though surely? this is Houou-sama's, is it not? He has no mirror to be sure, but there's a longer fall of hair over his shoulder and Houou lets his head drop against his knees as everything swims. He's Houou. But this is not his village, or his world and he's forgetting something very important, but that's nothing compared to what he's lost. All of them. Gone.
Has he even mourned them yet?
Has there been time?
Maybe now then. ]
Wandering
[ He feels wrung out like an old cloth and sleep holds no rest. Every time Houou closes his eyes, things seem more complicated. Flashes of fighting, of nightmare creatures, of a sunny smile and sunnier hair - so important somehow, but how? - and faces around him, so familiar, but not a single name to be found in his mind.
He's subconsciously sticking to the sand paths, copying those around him - though most are asleep or at least heading to their houses now - and wandering, though perhaps not lost. His internal compass is strong enough to lead him around, to double back to the house that houses his room, but he's simply filling time and fighting off exhaustion.
There's so much to sort through, but at least he's moving. ]
Wild Card
Come at me!