could a body close the mind out, stitch a seam across the eye? [open]

[fleshing]

Who: Krieg and YOU - let me know if you want a closed starter!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In the space between sleeping and waking
When: May 16th - 26th
Warnings: This is Krieg we're talking about, so I'm slapping a big ol' cw for gore, blood, torture, medical experimentation, disturbing imagery, surreal horror, dissociation, weird formatting, and pretentious, poorly-coded html.

fear; night of may 16th

no, no listen, please, i'm not -

split the sternum
cut through flesh like scissors to paper
skin like ribbons
slippery with wet and red that streaks every surface
glint of silver wedged in your heart
thick bright purple poured into the unmarred spots
screaming

( what an intriguing reaction )

( yes that wouldn't have been my hypothesis )

look away girl please
pulling the slippery liver-colored bags of guts out
insides slopped over the sides like snakes
glistening wetly like a sheen of oil
she screamed when you looked at her
cut upwards even clean slice
sarcoline wetness drenching the back
spine opened like a flower
delicious madder poured out from the cracks
licked lips and laughed
pumping slag into veins
your brain is a firing squad
arch back
howl
excise your mercy
hollow out your skull
laugh and laugh and cut them apart
this is your life now

you're such a monstrous thing

rage; night of may 18th

loose straps this time
no scalpels in your chest no ribs snapping
muzzled with a mask you thing you nightmare you beast
they want a beast do they
they want a monster
they want a freak
oh we'll give them one
rip yellow straps off
stand up
scream
don't hold back
tool on the table shaped like a saw
lift up
snap into labcoated skull
splits like overripe melon
gray matter unraveling
cut
again
         again
                  AGAIN
                          MAKE
                                   THEM
                               PAY
         YOU
    MADE US
            LIKE THIS
YOU
BUILT US
        TO BE THIS
    YOU
  CUT US
            THIS WAY
THIS IS
        YOUR FAULT
    YOUR FAULT
YOUR FAULT

hope; night of may 21st

voices voices voices and the pathetic beast meanders along the dust-strewn planetface butchering and slaughtering and murdering whatever he finds
axe still stained with gore when the train nearly plows over us and he lands and looks up and he sees her

we see herthe siren warrior
blue tattoo and maliwan smg and standing there like a ray of ultramarine sun

( she can't save us )but maybe she can
maybe we can save her
and maybe
that will be enough.

Comments

[fleshing]

[Krieg's teeth click together thoughtfully as he chews on the inside of his cheek. It's already been chewed through, his tongue nearly bitten to pieces when he'd struggled to wrench himself away, distract himself from a pain he didn't understand by applying a pain that he did.]

Carve out the innards!

[He agrees firmly. The soldiers are dead. It's time to be well shut of this place.

He moves for the nearest door.]

Cut to ribbons!

[notjustinthemirror]

[ Well his taste for bloodshed is incomparable. But the Demon isn't quite following the logic. If there is any. ]

You did a good job of that already actually.

[ Unless he means the door, which opens easily and doesn't necessarily need to be cut to ribbons. But it's the thought that counts. ]

Want a drink? Might help.

[ Or so he's been told. And if anyone deserves to drink himself into oblivion it's this guy. Or that might just make him more violent. It'll be a surprise. ]

[fleshing]

We'd love to!

[But...but...

Bile bubbles up in his throat. Yes. No. He doesn't have it in him to make himself sicker than he is. He clutches the side of his head, and, morosely, shakes it.]

Later. Later, later, later!

[notjustinthemirror]

That's the spirit. You're alright big guy.

[ Oh he likes you. ]

Come on then. Out of here and back to the cave and you can rest up and be in fine fighting form tomorrow.

[ He has not realized that this isn't just some part of the cave he hasn't been to before. ]

[fleshing]

Cave? Cave.

[His dreaming brain is still catching up to the idea that there's a there other than here. Cave, what cave? Cave on Pandora? Where's safe? Nowhere's safe, right?

He can feel himself struggling to admit something to himself, the chasm between dreaming and waking closing rapidly.]

...outside?

[notjustinthemirror]

There we go. Outside. As in not in here anymore. Which will put you further away from all of these assholes and then you can heal up or whatever it is people do between fights.

[ Door door door. Ah yes, door. He kicks it open revealing another hallway. This one darker with only a few amber colored lights. ]

I don't suppose you know if we're going the right way do you?

[fleshing]

Nrrgh. Hrrm.

[Those are the sounds of Krieg trying very hard to mentally chart a Hyperion facility based on memories he tries his very hardest to block out in his waking hours at all times. He glances to the right and left of him, uttering a pained grunt as his head starts to ache.]

Hrrrr - we ripped the place asunder with an empty heart! We weren't supposed to BE THERE when it ended!

[In other words, his escape attempt wasn't meant to be an escape at all. It just ended up that way.]

[notjustinthemirror]

What, you were supposed to be dead?

Life has a funny way of making sure the best laid plans fall by the wayside.

It'd be much easier to just find a door, though if you're planning to rip the place apart again I won't stop you.

[He starts down the hallway, one place is as good as another he supposes, it's not like he can bash a hole in the wall to get out. Well he could but it would take forever and there aren't any windows to tell him where they are.]

[fleshing]

[Weren't planning on getting out alive. The quiet part of him still isn't sure if he's grateful to have clawed his way out or not.

Clawed his way out?

He isn't out yet.

Or maybe he is, was, would be?

Krieg's head hurts.]

Doooooor. [He grunts it, nodding even if it makes his head ache. Shredding the place alive is appealing in its own right, but -

But first he wants to get out. He follows the alcohol demon, eyes raking the sides of the walls in search of an exit.]

[notjustinthemirror]

[The Demon is pretty sure he's lost Krieg again. Sometimes he seems to be there, but most of the time not. It's fascinating really. The Demon starts kicking open doors because using the handle is for humans and he loves to make an entrance.

Doors upon doors upon doors with hallways that twist and turn until he's certain they're somehow both three stories up and also deep in the ground at the same time. There's no windows and no sense of time, has he been in this place for minutes, hours, days? He has no idea.

What he does know is he's sick of it. So it's time for drastic measures.]

Fuck this. Time to light it up and see what happens.

[He starts chucking alcohol everywhere, telekinetically dousing the entire hallways with it, coating every surface before he tosses a match, careless of his own safety and the fact that this will probably cause a giant explosion.]

[fleshing]

[It all looks the same, grainy sheets of metal sleeked over with that sickening shade of Hyperion yellow. He hates it. He wants to rip it apart with his teeth, tear it, gnaw at it until he bleeds and paints it red again.

So when the Demon starts slicking the place with alcohol, the hot burn of the stuff thick in Krieg's nostrils, he looks up excitedly. He's tired. He's so very...tired, and it would be so easy to take this place down in a blaze of glory and self-immolation.

He spreads his arms wide.]

Me next.

awww, krieg.

[notjustinthemirror]

[He's pulling a lighter out of his pocket when he turns and looks at Krieg. No one's ever asked to be set on fire before and in any other situation the Demon would have obliged and watched him charr to a cinder. But something about this seems so very wrong in a way he just can't define.

Sure there's the vague hope that this guy knows how to get out of where they are in case this alcoholic explosion doesn't take out a good chunk of the facility. But there's something else, curiosity as to why he was being tortured in the first place maybe.

Hadriel has warped him. Given him emotions and feelings he's never had before, and he just can't bring himself to enjoy setting this tortured hunk of meat that used to be a man on fire.

Instead he lights another bottle and throws it at the doused hallway. If Krieg wants to go running into it, he won't stop him. But he's not going to intentionally be the catalyst for his demise.]

=(

[fleshing]

[It's good enough. He's tired, some part of his brain desperately struggling to wake itself, and he needs something to galvanize his subconscious into remembering what it always frantically tries to forget.

The pain drumming into the sides of his skull is too much to bear. He charges directly into the blaze with a bloodcurdling yell, lets his skin ignite in that familiar crisping roar of flames, only this time it's meant to be permanent. Let it eat away at him.

He's howling at the top of his lungs, a triumphant, hateful sound, letting the fire eat away at him, fry the skin from his bones and char the rest to ash, his scream climbing in pitch until -

until -

Until the next thing he knows, he's awake again.]

[notjustinthemirror]

[The Demon steps back, he won't stand in the way of the guy going up in flames, in fact he'll stand there and watch. It's been a while since he saw someone burned alive. Actually the last person he saw go up in flames was himself and he wasn't exactly thrilled about it.

This guy is though. Krieg is yelling bur it doesn't sound like pain, it sounds like victory. He's never seen anyone so happy to be slowly dying and he's about to have some snarky remark about it. But then he's thrown out of the dream violently. He slams back into his body, with a harsh thud and it actually takes him a moment to recognize where he is.]

Where'd you go?

[He also realizes that he doesn't know Krieg's name and has no way to find him now. Shaking himself off he gets to his feet looking around suspiciously in case the yellow hallways come back.]