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revivalproject2020-10-22 01:52 pm
beholding_archivist) wrote in revivalproject2020-10-22 01:52 pm
What do you see?
WHO: Jon & You
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Energy Storm of FEAR
WHEN: End of October/Beginning of September
WARNINGS: A few vague body horror descriptions
A - Throughout the City
Of course they were greeted by a storm. A storm not only messing with their powers, but also making them see things that have no right to be there. But if the Archivist is accustomed to one thing, then it's his fears manifesting and attempting to kill him.
Fortunately, these are merely illusions. Projections of actual terrors Jon has already encountered in his life. And while he still fears them, he knows way too well that these projections aren't real. It's this understanding that lets him move past their mocking faces and threatening stances with a stubborn scowl as he searches the city for those actually trapped by their own fears.
"I am very proud of you." The ever present specter of a tall man in an expensive suit croons with satisfaction in his tone and the way he has his hands flawlessly clasped behind his back as he follows along. A tall mannequin dressed as a ringmaster follows close to him along with a woman wearing the remains of a red dress, her body honeycombed with holes of varying sizes out of which a seemingly endless stream of worms pours down to the ground, resulting in a squirmy trail left in her wake. But those are but the first three of the Archivist's little entourage of terrors that every once in a while passes a seemingly stray yellow door. There is also that short woman that seems to be melting. The massive monstrosity of a man who barely holds the shape of a person. The two identical deliverymen. The old man and the young woman who easily look like murderous maniacs. That strangely stretched-out being whose long limbs may or may not actually be able to appear like a person. And at the very end that perfectly normal looking woman with the focused look on her face and the knife at her hip.
"Hello?" Jon calls out as he reaches the next building and looks inside, his following lingering nearby and muttering a variety of taunts Jon stubbornly refuses to hear. "Is anyone in there? Do you need help? I- I believe I can help!"
B - He Row Soup Lies Building
"... Right." Jon mutters with an exhale as he tosses another stuffed thing aside and pulls out the blanket underneath to hand it to the nearest person. "At least we're remotely safe in here." Safe, of course, being relative, considering their overall situation. "And I can say that the library is putting up well enough with this storm." And yet that building can hardly be considered a shelter.
Jon turns around from where he has been going through some of the boxes, leaning on the table with one hand and its restlessly tapping index finger as he addresses no one in particular. "Does anyone even recall how long these storms last?" There is a plethora of further questions Jon has already lined up to ask, but knowing that there likely aren't going to be any answers is nothing but frustrating.
It's the way the tone of his own tapping finger changes slightly that has Jon look down at his own hand and frown at what he is seeing. Rather than tapping on wood, he is now tapping the cover of a book. And it's reading the book's title that makes him freeze, seize the book that has no business feeling this solid in his grip and angrily hurl it out into the storm before the idea of actually opening it can even cross his mind. "No!"
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Energy Storm of FEAR
WHEN: End of October/Beginning of September
WARNINGS: A few vague body horror descriptions
A - Throughout the City
Fortunately, these are merely illusions. Projections of actual terrors Jon has already encountered in his life. And while he still fears them, he knows way too well that these projections aren't real. It's this understanding that lets him move past their mocking faces and threatening stances with a stubborn scowl as he searches the city for those actually trapped by their own fears.
"I am very proud of you." The ever present specter of a tall man in an expensive suit croons with satisfaction in his tone and the way he has his hands flawlessly clasped behind his back as he follows along. A tall mannequin dressed as a ringmaster follows close to him along with a woman wearing the remains of a red dress, her body honeycombed with holes of varying sizes out of which a seemingly endless stream of worms pours down to the ground, resulting in a squirmy trail left in her wake. But those are but the first three of the Archivist's little entourage of terrors that every once in a while passes a seemingly stray yellow door. There is also that short woman that seems to be melting. The massive monstrosity of a man who barely holds the shape of a person. The two identical deliverymen. The old man and the young woman who easily look like murderous maniacs. That strangely stretched-out being whose long limbs may or may not actually be able to appear like a person. And at the very end that perfectly normal looking woman with the focused look on her face and the knife at her hip.
"Hello?" Jon calls out as he reaches the next building and looks inside, his following lingering nearby and muttering a variety of taunts Jon stubbornly refuses to hear. "Is anyone in there? Do you need help? I- I believe I can help!"
B - He Row Soup Lies Building
Jon turns around from where he has been going through some of the boxes, leaning on the table with one hand and its restlessly tapping index finger as he addresses no one in particular. "Does anyone even recall how long these storms last?" There is a plethora of further questions Jon has already lined up to ask, but knowing that there likely aren't going to be any answers is nothing but frustrating.
It's the way the tone of his own tapping finger changes slightly that has Jon look down at his own hand and frown at what he is seeing. Rather than tapping on wood, he is now tapping the cover of a book. And it's reading the book's title that makes him freeze, seize the book that has no business feeling this solid in his grip and angrily hurl it out into the storm before the idea of actually opening it can even cross his mind. "No!"
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"Miss...what? Time to relax or my brothers? Yes to both. It's...been super weird not having them around. I know I have...moments when my temper gets the better of me and I say I'd be better off on my own but... I love my brothers. They can drive me crazy sometimes, but we're family."
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Taking a sip, the Archivist shrugs, eyes settling on the contents of his mug as he frowns. "As far as we know, our stay here is only temporary. Sooner or later we will return home, whether we like the idea or not. You... You will Be getting mad at your brothers again soon enough."
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He sets down his empty mug, sighing a little before he manages a faint smirk. "Yeah...guess you're right."