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revivalproject2021-10-25 09:44 pm
beochaoineadh) wrote in revivalproject2021-10-25 09:44 pm
sweat, ache, hands shake, heart begins to palpitate
WHO: Ronan Lynch
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Event-related stuff!
WHEN: Mid/End of October
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for spooky creepiness in the vein of physical corruption / mild body horror / strange thinking. Will put other warnings on threads that need them. Ronan is The Spiral for this event.
NOTE: I am not having a great time IRL, so for anything heavy let's chat first! Discord is safeaslife#0150 or ping me on plurk @![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
safeaslife.
I. (Closed to Kavinsky)
[Ronan knows that things are weird; it doesn't take much awareness to pick up on the way everything is wrong, and the way that unlike dreams it stays like that. And here, he doesn't have Orphan Girl to look out for him, to twist things into something he can handle. The hunger for fear is a strange feeling, like a vibration in his bones. He still looks human when he sees himself in the mirror, but he knows better. His body feels like branches, slender and sharp-angled, and everything inside of him feels black. Twice his nose bleeds black, but he wipes it away and pretends not to notice. It's darker than black-- the difference between a color, and something Else.
He doesn't worry about finding Kavinsky, because he hasn't put together how bad this is, yet. It's not that he's resistant to it per se, so much as that there are specific problems he's facing, things bigger than what it means to worry about wanting to gorge yourself on fear. He thinks that all he has to do is find Kavinsky and that things will be -- some definition of okay, at the least. But when he sees him on the streets, it feels like his heart stops. There's a part of him that only sees the red. He should have kept better track of him, he should have-- his mind repeats things he should have done differently, better. But even if there's nothing wrong with the words, they still feel wrong. Almost like lies.]
Kavinsky! What happened? -- Are you alright?
[He moves in closer, unable to help himself. He needs to see how bad it is, hoping that it's something he can fix, that he can put him back together. He doesn't hate being like this so much if he's not alone with it. This could have been okay, the two of them vs. everyone else. But seeing the blood on his shirt hits him in all the wrong ways, even if he doesn't quite know the shape of what that is. He wants a name, but that can wait, because he wants to make sure Kainsky's okay more.]
II. Lost In the Corn Maze (Spiral Hellscape)
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III. Nightwashing
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IV. Wildcard
[Hit me up with something else!]
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Event-related stuff!
WHEN: Mid/End of October
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for spooky creepiness in the vein of physical corruption / mild body horror / strange thinking. Will put other warnings on threads that need them. Ronan is The Spiral for this event.
NOTE: I am not having a great time IRL, so for anything heavy let's chat first! Discord is safeaslife#0150 or ping me on plurk @
I. (Closed to Kavinsky)
[Ronan knows that things are weird; it doesn't take much awareness to pick up on the way everything is wrong, and the way that unlike dreams it stays like that. And here, he doesn't have Orphan Girl to look out for him, to twist things into something he can handle. The hunger for fear is a strange feeling, like a vibration in his bones. He still looks human when he sees himself in the mirror, but he knows better. His body feels like branches, slender and sharp-angled, and everything inside of him feels black. Twice his nose bleeds black, but he wipes it away and pretends not to notice. It's darker than black-- the difference between a color, and something Else.
He doesn't worry about finding Kavinsky, because he hasn't put together how bad this is, yet. It's not that he's resistant to it per se, so much as that there are specific problems he's facing, things bigger than what it means to worry about wanting to gorge yourself on fear. He thinks that all he has to do is find Kavinsky and that things will be -- some definition of okay, at the least. But when he sees him on the streets, it feels like his heart stops. There's a part of him that only sees the red. He should have kept better track of him, he should have-- his mind repeats things he should have done differently, better. But even if there's nothing wrong with the words, they still feel wrong. Almost like lies.]
Kavinsky! What happened? -- Are you alright?
[He moves in closer, unable to help himself. He needs to see how bad it is, hoping that it's something he can fix, that he can put him back together. He doesn't hate being like this so much if he's not alone with it. This could have been okay, the two of them vs. everyone else. But seeing the blood on his shirt hits him in all the wrong ways, even if he doesn't quite know the shape of what that is. He wants a name, but that can wait, because he wants to make sure Kainsky's okay more.]
II. Lost In the Corn Maze (Spiral Hellscape)
[Placeholder]
III. Nightwashing
[Placeholder]
IV. Wildcard
[Hit me up with something else!]
ii (though I'm doing a mashup of a cornfield maze and a funhouse mirror maze)