[ The other senses that generally populate the room seem to have hushed in response to the much larger presence now inside it. Ankh will hear a loud noise like nails on chalkboard, and the whispering of various voices, just repeating the same thing over and over:
... No one came...
He'll be flooded with a will to live so strongly the feeling makes him ill. It fills his very bones and makes his blood boil, makes his hair stand on-end. The walls seem to be whispering, the very air seems to be alive with somethings. Wisps... of something, someones? Somebodies? Nobodies. But no one is there. Who? What? When? How? There's no one. But there's everyone, all at once. For a moment in his mind's eye the entire room distorts and stretches strangely and all he can feel and hear is the sound of indistinct, young screaming over and over.
Someone fighting against something, and the sounds of glass breaking. Then, heavy breathing.
Ownership. This is theirs. The World. This place. It's theirs. This entity--this thing standing before Ankh... is more powerful than any Greeed, any creature, he has ever run across. And the emotions built up inside it are so intense that it will be a miracle he does not throw up just from feeling how split and how many there are at once. Anger. Sadness. Regret. Loneliness. An intense desire to bring in others.
... But, a playful side, too. Something almost... childish. Saccharine. Like it wants to make everyone here dance like little toy soldiers. There is one other phrase that seems to repeat, after the other one, in his mind: I'll bring them to my Wonderland.
He will also feel something weakening in his body the longer he focuses, as if he is... unwell. That focusing on this is making him worse off, health-wise.
And then that name, over and over. Alice. Alice. Alice. It loves Alices. Alice is their favorite... there's something terrifying and sinister inside it. The emotions will continue to build the longer he tries to focus on the figure until he either passes out or stops. ]
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... No one came...
He'll be flooded with a will to live so strongly the feeling makes him ill. It fills his very bones and makes his blood boil, makes his hair stand on-end. The walls seem to be whispering, the very air seems to be alive with somethings. Wisps... of something, someones? Somebodies? Nobodies. But no one is there. Who? What? When? How? There's no one. But there's everyone, all at once. For a moment in his mind's eye the entire room distorts and stretches strangely and all he can feel and hear is the sound of indistinct, young screaming over and over.
Someone fighting against something, and the sounds of glass breaking. Then, heavy breathing.
Ownership. This is theirs. The World. This place. It's theirs. This entity--this thing standing before Ankh... is more powerful than any Greeed, any creature, he has ever run across. And the emotions built up inside it are so intense that it will be a miracle he does not throw up just from feeling how split and how many there are at once. Anger. Sadness. Regret. Loneliness. An intense desire to bring in others.
... But, a playful side, too. Something almost... childish. Saccharine. Like it wants to make everyone here dance like little toy soldiers. There is one other phrase that seems to repeat, after the other one, in his mind: I'll bring them to my Wonderland.
He will also feel something weakening in his body the longer he focuses, as if he is... unwell. That focusing on this is making him worse off, health-wise.
And then that name, over and over. Alice. Alice. Alice. It loves Alices. Alice is their favorite... there's something terrifying and sinister inside it. The emotions will continue to build the longer he tries to focus on the figure until he either passes out or stops. ]