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seaofhearts2016-03-20 09:49 pm
800isenough) wrote in seaofhearts2016-03-20 09:49 pm
What is a warrior's path?
Who: Everyone!
What: Take a step back through time tofanfic Ancient China!
Where: A hodgepodge of battlefields from the Three Kingdoms era
Warnings: Corpses, blood, will edit if needed!
[The first thing he's aware off is the cold. An unpleasant yet achingly familiar bite that nips at the joints and pinches the skin. Eyes snap open to stare at white and black, and as he pulls himself off the ground his hands move automatically to brush the snow off his armour. Even in the dark though, there's no question what that looming gate in the distance was. A sharp gasp, and he's scrambling onto his feet, kicking fresh snow up behind him. Small puffs of breath escape from his mouth, but not even this chill can distract him from a quiet mounting horror when his gaze moves from the gate to the broken remnants of ships in the distance, and then further away there's the orange-red glow of flickering flames.
And even this area he's awoken in is all too familiar. Crumbling and burning houses and ruins, with rubble and charred walls. And from here he sees the bridge, and oh heavens he knows that bridge. That iron tang scent seems almost sharpened both by the cold and as the realization hits him hard. This...but this can't be Changban, it can't be Hulao Gate, it can't be Chibi, that can't be Xiapi Castle--
He didn't even realise he'd moved a step forward when his foot nudges against something on the ground, a mound covered by the snow. What does it say about him, he wonders, that he can recognize what it is from the size and shape? Carefully he pulls his foot away and steps over the corpse, taking care to maintain his calm even as he sees more and more of those snow-covered mounds scattered across the ground. And he sees the crimson stains on the snow, and it's all fresh. And there are so many.
Quickly he starts to look around for the others. If this is his world, if this is his heart, then they're all in great danger. If a child's heart can prove to be nightmare? Then gods, please protect them from his.]
What: Take a step back through time to
Where: A hodgepodge of battlefields from the Three Kingdoms era
Warnings: Corpses, blood, will edit if needed!
[The first thing he's aware off is the cold. An unpleasant yet achingly familiar bite that nips at the joints and pinches the skin. Eyes snap open to stare at white and black, and as he pulls himself off the ground his hands move automatically to brush the snow off his armour. Even in the dark though, there's no question what that looming gate in the distance was. A sharp gasp, and he's scrambling onto his feet, kicking fresh snow up behind him. Small puffs of breath escape from his mouth, but not even this chill can distract him from a quiet mounting horror when his gaze moves from the gate to the broken remnants of ships in the distance, and then further away there's the orange-red glow of flickering flames.
And even this area he's awoken in is all too familiar. Crumbling and burning houses and ruins, with rubble and charred walls. And from here he sees the bridge, and oh heavens he knows that bridge. That iron tang scent seems almost sharpened both by the cold and as the realization hits him hard. This...but this can't be Changban, it can't be Hulao Gate, it can't be Chibi, that can't be Xiapi Castle--
He didn't even realise he'd moved a step forward when his foot nudges against something on the ground, a mound covered by the snow. What does it say about him, he wonders, that he can recognize what it is from the size and shape? Carefully he pulls his foot away and steps over the corpse, taking care to maintain his calm even as he sees more and more of those snow-covered mounds scattered across the ground. And he sees the crimson stains on the snow, and it's all fresh. And there are so many.
Quickly he starts to look around for the others. If this is his world, if this is his heart, then they're all in great danger. If a child's heart can prove to be nightmare? Then gods, please protect them from his.]
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[You hecked up, in case you couldn't tell by the rash that's been creeping along Lalli's face since they entered this Heart. And also the hugely skewed chemical imbalances in his head that are pretty much kicking his paranoia into overtime, all the time.]
[Buuuuuuut.]
[Every time Ken stops, Lalli stops. When Ken goes poking around in the bodies, Lalli just... stands there silently and watches. He is a totally impartial observer, looking more shellshocked than anything else. Soon enough, he actually speaks up, albeit in a faintly eerie monotone.]
...I should do something with those...
[But he doesn't really want to. He's stopped caring and he's not sure why, and it's terrifying.]
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Maybe. What happened to your face?
[Gold eyes blink slowly, not really caring if that was rude. Why should it matter?]
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[With some difficulty, Lalli fixes his gaze on Ken, and looks a fraction of a percent less dead than he did before. But only enough to say:]
You know.
[You were the one who did it to him, after all.]
[Not all deaths come quickly. Lalli knows well enough what this rash is supposed to be; he's seen the symptoms so much that the images of the dead or dying have imprinted themselves upon his mind's eye. The only problem is that if this is supposed to be The Rash, you know, the one that wiped out 90% of the population of planet Earth, then he wouldn't have it. He's immune.]
[But he has a feeling he knows what he's going to become anyhow.]
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[(His own mother.)]
We can't stop for long here. This cold will kill us.
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[Lalli takes another look around at the mounds of people. There's snow covering them, but Lalli knows what a frozen corpse mound looks like. Hell, identifying frozen corpse mounds is part of his job.]
[Was part of his job.]
[He latches pretty quickly onto Ken's rationalization, and not for the first time, turns his back to the dead.]
Obviously.
[For once, Lalli is actually extremely grateful that he is decked out in full expedition gear, including the super thick and comfy boots. Ken obviously does not have that gift, but Lalli's instincts tell him that taking off even one layer would be a highly dangerous idea.]
...Need someplace kinda dry. Best chance of getting a fire. Pick stuff up if it'll burn.
[Hrrrgh. He's always hated team patrols.]
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[He's pretty sure this isn't any sort of modern setting. Paper might not even be a really big thing here.]
tbh I'm just gonna assume the FIRES EVERYWHERE don't give off heat, that would be too easy
[Eventually, they come across something promising! It's a half-burnt shell of a building, but it's shelter nonetheless. (The part that didn't burn was made of stone.) And hey, maybe if they leave damp wood in there for long enough it'll dry out? Without bothering to even look at Ken, he begins creeping towards the wreckage, wary of anyone or anything else that might be lurking in there.]
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[He takes a look along with him, Evoker at the ready in case he has to use her.]